Coach Namir #2
“What’s wrong Nami?” She asked, shortening my name.
I wanted to move closer to her with the urge to smell just underneath her ear, right in the crook of her neck where I could hear everything from a heartbeat to the saliva intake and even smell when her hormones started to shift.
I needed to be in that cut of her body but if I moved, would she disappear?
Would I wake up for a second time? So I didn’t answer her.
I just simply stared at her the way a man would when he saw perfection, and didn’t want to disturb it.
If I moved closer, I also ran the risk of dragging her body underneath mine and putting her through it for the next several hours, so I showed self-control.
“Namir…” She said, voice barely above a whisper as she looked at me. “I can see the moon in your eyes again….”
“Yeah?”
“You have a crescent moon right in the cut of your eyes…the rest of it looks like a dark midnight sky but I can see it…What is it with wolves and their moon? Huh? What’s up with that connection?”
“I don’t know Maggie.” I simply stared, coming to the realization that the moon she sees in my eyes is me looking at my entire world in front of me. She grounds and anchors me to this place even when it feels like I wanted to shift into something that was out of my control.
“You look like you’re in love,” she noted softly. When she reached up to smooth my brow, I felt my nostrils twitch trying to catch her scent, but it was nothing, as usual.
“I am in love…”
“Oh pullleaseee,” she groaned dramatically as my eyes focused on every turn and movement of her body, not taking my eyes off of her for a second. “You look like you’re a lovesick puppy.”
“I am.”
Maggie laughed as she adjusted the side of her face on the pillow and stared at me once more with content.
“The moon just sits right there…Right at the bottom of your eyes Namir…”
“I’ve seen your eyes do the same.” I told her.
“Probably because I’m staring at you or thinking about your damn eyes,” she countered before sighing. “What did the little boy say?”
“Who?” I asked, confused. She pulled the sheets up closer to her face, but her eyes never left mine.
“The little boy, in your dream…What did he say to you?”
I blinked and she was gone. The sheets felt cool to the touch where no warm body had ever laid.
There was no scent lingering, no sign of her ever being here.
Rubbing my eyes, I turned over to reach for my phone off the nightstand.
It wasn’t even three in the morning yet, but I decided to make the call because I knew he would be lurking around at night.
“Hello?” A groggy voice answered instead. Seth cleared his throat and sniffed a few times while I heard the gentle whisper of a feminine voice in the background.
“I…I had a dream…”
I could hear Seth clear his throat like an old man, probably knocking on his ear to scratch at the onset of allergies before he sniffed.
“What you want me to do about that, Dr. King?” He asked irritably. “What else to do people do when they’re asleep?”
“No I mean…this dream felt different…”
I began explaining the dream, leaving out the part where Maggie appeared in my bed next to me. Didn’t need anyone thinking I was starting to lose it without her being here.
“So the boy said the sun is mad…The moon is sad…and what? The earth is scared, and bad things are going to happen? Who the fuck is the sun and why are they mad? Moon being sad, you’ve been out of it since the deaths, and you’ve been faking like you’re happy when you’re not.
The earth is scared? Earth is probably some random woman.
Who knows, but what I do know? You’re about to become Alpha.
I’m not saying none of this matters at this point but priorities Namir.
It sounds like your body is already starting to make that transition if you’re having dreams…
You’re facing the pack with the First Family behind you? What the hell do you think it means?”
I stared at the open dark space before suddenly hanging up as I called Bellamy.
“Only people that call at this hour are those looking to feed and be fed on.” Bellamy answered with his usual sick tone. “How can I help you, brother?”
“I––”
“I don’t typically feed on men as I find you all repulsive in taste, but I know someone that will–––”
“I need a favor from you.”
“A favor? As in you owing me?”
Growling, “yes. I would…owe you one.”
“Hmmmm…. I have a beautiful woman already with a son that will carry on my legacy…I’m rich so I have no need for your petty little coin checks from the school.”
This is how it is with Bellamy, and I could either play the childish games. Going back and forth with him or get straight to the point and end up digging myself in a hole I can’t get out of.
“I’m sure I’ll think of something. How can I help you?”
“I plan on announcing your sister as my mate when I become Alpha.”
“My sister as…your mate? You realize she’s neither wolf nor were…She’s more human than not.”
“I need you to gather your family or what’s left of them so they can be there to witness history being made. No more rumors, no more hiding, no more fairytales about Gaia this and werewolves that…We’re not doing that anymore. I’m taking her hand as Maggie Grey.”
“No more fairytales…hmmm…How do you plan on explaining to the so-called moon princess that she was married off to the big bad wolf king without her consent?”