Encounters

That moment with Romer felt endless, but quickly it was shattered as we heard the footsteps of someone walking to us. I left abruptly his hand and I caught the disappointment in his eyes, before we both turned to see who it was.

It turned out to be Niall. He looked at us in a way that profused amusement and malice.

Now in the daylight I could see the striking resemblance between him and Romer, but where Romer’s presence made me feel safe, Niall’s held a darker edge, a predatory confidence that set my nerves on edge.

His curly hair, wilder and less controlled than Romer’s, framed his strong jawline. He carried himself with that same arrogant swagger he always had in the last years, his broad shoulders moving easily under the thin sweater he wore, as if the cold didn’t even touch him. That was another thing they both had in common, they looked like they were totally immune to the freezing temperatures. All werewolves have high body temperatures, but these two were something else. They