Chapter 5

My story must have been very tragic and scary for you. Sorry didn't get a chance to tell you, it's princess Gracelynn. I've been living in fear of getting caught by one of the werewolves and eaten up by them, until today, when I think there's some hope.

It was because, after five months, I was allowed to see Henry. I was happy; actually it was driving me nuts to see him after five months, and also because of the fact he's a werewolf. Never mind, I just got a dress from my closet; it was kind of a plain white dress with a small flower texture, long enough to cover my knees. I got white boats, lace shoes as I was never a heel person, and henry knew that. But, as he was converted into a werewolf, his nature could have been changed, and it was driving me crazy.

I was trying to convince myself that I'm just overthinking, maybe nothing happened to him, maybe it's just my fear. I was trying to get my head off to it and started putting on some makeup.

As I was putting mascara on my eyes, I heard my mum calling,

"Grace, he's here in the drawing room, waiting for you."

I slightly turned back and tried to say; "coming mum", as my voice was choked.

I, again, thought to myself, "why so nervous he's just Henry. Your best friend, you're engaged with him and going to get married soon, come on."

After convincing myself a little harder, I started marching towards the stairs, annoyed by my fear, said, "comen lets get over with this." I reached the drawing-room; he was sitting on the sofa. As I entered the drawing-room, he stood up; "hey!" he said as he buttoned his blue coat. I was thinking in my mind, "hey? What hey? He didn't have anything else to say?". Anyways I replied, "Hi!" as I smiled a little.

We both sat down on the sofa as he asked me, "how ye doin'?"

"I'm good, what about you?"

"I'm fine," he said as his green eyes met mine.

We were both confused what to talk about, though Henry stood and came to sit on the sofa I was sitting on.

He held my hands; I could feel his warm hands as he scrubbed his fingers gently on my hands. And whispered, "no matter wha' happened and wha' is goin' to happen next, I love ye."

He said this, and his hands reached my face; he was getting closer. I looked into his eyes, his pupils dilated, and I found my lips crashing against his. As my lips touched Henry's, I felt his sharp intake of breath. His mouth tasted the way it used to. I could taste mint on his tongue as he opened his mouth to kiss me. His tongue rolled along with mine. I wanted to push him away so nobody sees us, but couldn't help myself.

Before I have said anything, his mouth reaches to my neck, I could feel his warm tongue as he kissed me; the feeling was incredible. The feeling shoots down to my whole body as he gently licked my skin.

"Henry stop!" I said, my voice is meager. He doesn't stop. "Henry," I say that again, and he steps back. His lips were dark pink, and he looked into my eyes.