Little fox

The man finally turned to look at her. His dark eyes assessed her with disbelief and then, interest.

Silence reigned between them for a bit. The man stared at her through his narrowed eyes and seemed astonished as if his long-awaited hope was restored.

“Why are you asking me?” her lips curled up to a nervous smile that quickly turned averted her face to a curious look. 

“I'm just curious, are you?” he answered.

Unsure of how to respond, “What if I am?” Rosalie responded, pressing her lips tight, her response felt so ridiculous to her. 

She saw a low glacier in his eyes and she felt even more ridiculous. There was definitely something in his eyes that attracted Roselia to him, she couldn’t explain how and why. 

“I've seen these from a book” Cutting Roselia off her wild thoughts. “These patterns” he whispered to himself. 

“Is it true that you are a king or a prince?” Roselia queried, wanting to clear the numerous questions going on in her head. She didn't think he'd answer her, his attention was solely on the violin oddly. 

“I'm the heir to my pack” he answered abruptly without hesitation. Roselie became even more confused and asked further “What do you mean by pack? From what I understand you’re a prince, and princes are usually heirs to a kingdom, right?” she asked again, her doe eyes, looking determined. 

What she got as a response was a low growling chuckle. She flinched a bit and acted normal immediately, she wanted answers. 

“Tell me… what exactly are you trying to say?” He fiddled with the edge of her violin. His lips still curved up in a dangerous smile. 

Looking at her eyes, he fell silent for a moment before he nodded his answer. “I’m not a prince, I'm the heir to the greywolf pack. My name is Caleb, and I’m a werewolf” 

Shock gripped Roselia, air ceased from her, and she almost fainted. She couldn’t believe it, she didn’t know how to feel. ‘Should I run, is this a dream? should I shout for help’ she thought to herself. Her thoughts running wild more than ever.

She couldn't move an inch. It was like her feet couldn't cooperate with the rest of her body anymore, the pain built up in her chest, exploding through her whole body. Who could have thought she would cross paths with a werewolf on the night of her birthday, to be precise? Are they even real? 

Caleb seemed to be enjoying the reaction she had with her body, and he smiled to himself. He wasn't the kind of person who would naturally expose his true identity to a random human. But there was something special and intriguing about this human, he felt more than a werewolf should feel for a human. 

Like she was the one for him, Caleb was twenty-five years old and for some odd reason, he hadn't found his mate for so long. 

When werewolves clock the age of eighteen, they start sensing their mates. However, in Caleb’s case, he hadn't sensed his mate and this has had his pack members worried, especially his parents. He needed a Luna to lead the pack. 

Snapped back from his thoughts, “Little one, there's something interesting about you” He said, now in a calm tone, it didn't sound like he would be of any harm or cause any damage to her. 

Roselia sensed a force of protection, “what, c-Caleb?” Unsure of what to call him now. 

Time stood still as their eyes met, her cheeks puffed red at the nervousness she felt in the pit of her stomach. 

You're crazy if you're about to kiss a werewolf, Roselia, a whisper in her head told her but the oddest thing was that she didn't resonate with that sentiment. She was totally sane and completely clear-headed.

This was the most daring thing she had ever done in her life and the most terrifying, too. Yet, she was calmer than ever, more certain about this than anything else.

Her dream birthday night was finally coming to life! She was going to have her first kiss, it suddenly didn't matter who she shared the kiss with. Roselia felt so pumped, although she made sure it wasn't too obvious on her face. Little did she know her whole face was colored red at that moment. 

“Little fox, what's your name?” he finally asked. 

“Rose… Roselia Thornwood”

“Roselia” he echoed her name while he continued playing with her reddish violin once more. The way her name rolled off his tongue was oddly pleasant. 

He seemed to be thinking about something as he stared into her eyes before a wicked and devastating smile appeared on his face “Sorry, but” he started as his gaze once again traveled from her head down to her toes. “I don't kiss little girls named Rose”. He commented playfully and the playful smirk on his face made her blush. 

“I wasn't going to kiss you anyways” Roaelia was quick to retort. She found herself dancing to his tones once again. 

But then, Caleb’s response was another fascinating chuckle. 

“You really are unbelievable,” he said before his expression abruptly shifted again. He leaned in on her and placed a soft light kiss on her lips. 

Roselia's lips parted. Her embarrassment made her face even more red. 

Caleb snickered, a subtle shake on his head accompanying his amusement. Then for a moment, an unusual and seemingly dangerous gleam flickered in his eyes while he observed her. Yet, abruptly as it appeared, the glimmer vanished when his hand came to rest on her head. 

“Go home, little one, it’s late.” He smiled and immediately turned to leave. 

“Wait!” She called out, but Caleb only waved at her before he vanished in the darkness, leaving her astounded. 

Roselia but her lips and buried her face into her palms before she sat on the log she once was hiding behind. Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t believe what just happened. Who would!? A mysterious unearthly handsome man showed up from nowhere, called himself a werewolf, kissed her, and immediately vanished! It made no sense to her. 

Caleb was long gone, yet, she was still nervous. Her nervousness was the aftershock of the kiss. Who kisses a girl and leaves her on the spot? She felt annoyed for a while. 

Shaking her head to clear her mind, Roselia grabbed the bow of her violin that fell on the ground, when she suddenly felt someone’s presence behind her.