~ Axel ~
I ended our call after that, tucked my phone inside my pants pocket and faced my beautiful guest.
“Rayna.” My attention landed on her attire, adoring how she looked like a bride for me. She wore white. The very color when dragons and their mates undergo a mate ritual. Was this a vision for the future? My mind happily wondered.
‘I hope so. Damn, I really hope so.’
“I’m sorry, Mr. Windstorm, I didn’t know you were...uh...in the middle of a call. I thought you were just—”
“Standing?” I finished, cocking a brow.
“Ah, yes,” she cleared her throat and quickly scanned me from head to foot. Like many times before, she tried to hide her blush, but like always, I noticed it with my keen eyes.
“Rayna,” I approached her and reached for her right hand. “I’m glad you’re here. Welcome to
~ Axel ~“Can’t I have dinner with my personal bodyguard?” I asked, disregarding the list of reasons why I wanted to dine with her tonight.“Well, yes, you can, but this...” Rayna answered and gestured to the table set-up in front of us. “And this...” Then she gestured to my spacious balcony with her hands.I understood what she meant immediately.“You’re flustered. Are you saying that this whole set-up is too romantic?”“Y-yes.” Her eyelashes fluttered when she answered.My mouth stretched into a grin. “Good. I was going for it.”“Well, um...anyway,” —her eyes shifted to anywhere but me—”I figured you have questions...questions about my time with the werewolves, so ask away, Sir.”What a smooth way for her to change the subject. I didn’t mind though. Wooing her could be do
~ Rayna ~The respectful thing to do was to ring Mr. Windstorm's doorbell to inform him I arrived; however, I stood agape in the vestibule, seeing only a flat control panel beside the double doors and no doorbell. It should be easy ringing one, but his system was so sophisticated a mere big, red button was overlooked.It was a good thing I recalled what Mrs. G said: that I could have access to all entrance doors including Mr. Windstorm's, so I tried this instead.Immediately after the scanner registered my thumbprint, I was allowed in. The eight-feet-tall double oak doors opened, and my mouth dropped at the sight ahead of me. Like my suite, Mr. Windstorm's room was full of glass to take advantage of the magnificent view. However, the interior design was worthy of attention too.
~ Rayna ~Mr. Windstorm always had mesmerizing green-violet eyes, but now, it was tainted with a...glow? Some spikes of gold on the irises? It was almost like I was looking at a faraway nebula. I couldn’t exactly be sure what it was.After hearing my words, he seemed to snap out of his anger and quickly released me. He spun around, faced the railing and gave me his back.“This is nothing... Forget about it. You may go, Rayna. Return to your room now,” he ordered while holding his forehead. He didn’t even care to look at me.“Should I call for a doctor?” I hesitantly left my seat. I was thoroughly worried for him, but at the same time, I didn’t exactly know what to do or what to feel about this strange situation we were in.“No. Just go,” he answered in a lowered, but controlled voice.No matter how I wanted to, I stopped myself from touching his rigid back.
~ Rayna ~Fangs...Diamond eyes...Fangs...Diamond eyes.Fangs.Diamond. Eyes.Dragon.I had come to terms about the fangs part when I woke up in my bed—to which I failed to recall getting in, and in my cotton nightdress to which I couldn't remember actually wearing.By Hollywood standards, dragons have incredibly large teeth, but what I saw last night was terrifyingly gigantic. And it was connected to a head and a body that was a hundred times more.That said, my mind cried out, 'A dream!'Because I was certain dragons like what I saw last night didn't exist. Werewolves, yes, but dragons? And that big? It couldn't possibly.But as I left my bedroom to be welcomed by the morning light, walked straight to the living room balcony, and checked the railing where I clearly remembered its claws perched, I realized I was wrong. Totally wrong. The steel was tented to the degree where
~ Rayna ~ETA was fifteen minutes from our building to his estate at Breezy Point. The specific location was already registered on the copter's system, so I didn't do much work except stabilize it and ensure that no bird—or dragon—would run over it midair.The thought of it was laughable and well, absurd, but after what I experienced last night, I wanted to be cautious. There was no harm in doing so. However, deep inside me, I wanted not to recognize its existence. Knowing that a werewolf existed was enough. I couldn't bare it if a dragon shares this world too.Our flight, in the majority, was silent. Well, that was for the first five minutes. After that, my boss spoke, and it was all about last night."I apologize for my rude behavior last night, Rayna. I hope that didn't discourage you."‘Discourage me?’ What an odd way to put it."No worries, Mr. Windstorm," I answered while my attent
~ Rayna ~Every detail inside the room was expensive-looking as expected; from the walls, to the ceiling, down to the carpet. As opposed to my suite in OWTC, this one had a fireplace in the living room, with an antique-looking mantel I could only see in the movies. Like my first bedroom, my sleeping area here had a balcony, but instead of the city, it was overlooking the ocean and the hillside. It was a million dollar view.Back against the steel and glass railing, I watched the trees past the manicured garden below me. They were tall, but not that tall to obstruct the beautiful view of the beach shore and the ocean kilometers away. This here...this view here, I agree, money could only buy.Mr. Windstorm's Breezy Point estate gave off a certain vibe
~ Rayna ~The dream started off as a simple scene where the twin healers Lady Tara and Lady Sierra taught me how to heal using the energy in my hand. I was a simple human, with clearly no magic within me, but my palm felt warm and a neon yellow glow emitted as I brought them together close to an almost lifeless half-humanoid, half-wolf creature—a lycan as per the twins—with fur the blackest of black. It was lying on the ground with its head pillowed by dried leaves, so frail looking despite how monstrous it appeared.‘Focus, luna,’ Lady Tara said while looking at me with gravity.‘Luna?’ That is a weird name to call me, I thought to myself.The glow brightened further when I did as she said, staring at the lycan even more and summoning an even greater energy from my hand. Finally, it jerked a little, showing that my healing was taking effect.“Good, that’s it, give your healing energy
~ Rayna ~I was ready to meet it the second time: witness its jaw-dropping size, watch the grandeur of its wings and the deadliness of its scales. But I wasn’t prepared to feel this minute again, like a chick to an adult human... I felt so vulnerable as it showed its entire form, first its head, then the rest of its pound-for-pound muscles, and gazed down on me.“It is you!” I gasped as my greens met its diamond ones. “You were in my visions!”“Hello Rayna...”I staggered backward as it spoke to me loud and clear in my mind. I was certain now. The voice maybe guttural and edgy—a typical for a beast—but it had a ring of familiarity in it.“Dragons are truly real...” I muttered to myself, finally stamping this idea in my head. I didn’t mean for it to sound like a question, but it answered:“Like werewolves, yes.”Good heavens