Siren and Wolf

"Kayla, want to go to the beach? The sun's a scorcher today, and the sand is burning my toes already," Brianna says to me with her ebony hair blowing in the ocean breeze. The sea air hits my nostrils and opens me up to the possibility of sailing. I've never been sailing, but the air today would be perfect, and I am up for anything.. The beach is a safe haven for me and always has been. My mother and father used to bring me here a long time ago, back when the world made sense. But the world is backward now because all my family are dead, consumed by the sea. "Yes, why not. I could use a beach outing. I must warn you I am not much of a swimmer. I'll just read and get a tan while I'm at it."I've never been a strong swimmer; perhaps it's my uncoordinated legs. My legs have always been wobbly from the time I started walking. I was always falling upstairs instead of down them. Being a clutz has made my life miserable, and my weak ankles made swimming next to impossible. My heart murmur i

The wind picks up as the ocean tide pulls me toward the water's edge. With each step out to sea, my footprints sink further and further into the sandbar. My feet create ripples every time a new step is taken. The moon is still out and comes and goes between the clouds. It hovers in the clouds with a soft brightness that only nocturnal creatures understand. Between the mist, the voice, and my desire to heed the message of the song, something or someone stops me from proceeding into the blackness of my destiny.A hand touches my shoulder. A large hand that can't belong to Brianna. The hand is firm, and strong clearly attached to a male member of the human species."Where are you going? I wouldn't follow the voices tonight, lass. The fog is no place for a nice girl like you," I recognize the voice and turn around.That's when I see Aiden's eyes as blue as they were the day we met on the beach. But why is he out here and topless no less? Not that I mind the view before my eyes, he's beaut

The evening returns to the shoreline. The stars appear above the remaining line of pink and purple, remnants of an amazing sunset that would have made for a fantastic date night if I do say so myself. But I don't have the luxury of date nights anymore, now that I am still healing from what he did to me. Jaxson Miles did a lot of things to me, he became my world and wrote songs for me on his guitar under the stars on nights like this. But all that's left now is my broken heart and the memory of his arms wrapped around another woman burning into my skull. The tide interrupts my tears, and my eyelashes catch tear drops the way leaves in the canopies collect rain. When I blink my eyelashes stick together and when I open them they are hard to pull apart like a pair of coupled hands. Hands are meant for holding, holding someone else's as an assurance that the world is safe and that all the darkness in the world isn't real. I sit on the rock with my sundress covering my knees. My legs are i

"I'm a werewolf," he repeats like I didn't hear him clearly the first time. It's not every day a young man walks into your life, has his eyes change color, and proceeds to tell you he's a werewolf. Flashbacks of last night's cave rescue make their way back into my mind. He was bloody and had scratches everywhere. The blood from his sheets this morning proves that something indeed happened to him in the cave. Was it all self-inflicted? Did he do this to himself? Or is his tall tale true? Are there really men who walk among us and howl to the moon on a full night? I can hardly believe I am having this internal conversation. "A werewolf? Like the ones, I hear about in the movies? So do I need to buy a silver bullet then?" All jokes aside, he was afraid of one the moon the night be last before he went galavanting toward the cave. The moon was at its fullest last night, and his eyes turned with it. Could his story really be true? I am having a hard time believing it myself. But if he rea

It's the middle of the night and I can still hear Aiden's voice echoing in my mind. He called me a gorgeous woman. It didn't occur to me at the time but it was a very endearing compliment. I'm not used to compliments from men. When Jaxson dated me he would compliment other women except for me. It's not that I need the approval of a man but it's nice to have affirmation from someone who I haven't dated before. I have a feeling that my affection for Aiden will get deeper and deeper as time moves forward. The water is calm as I look out onto the beach. So calm in fact, that I can't help but think of nothing else but the sand between my toes. Aiden would give me a hard time if you wandered out onto the beach again in the middle of the night. But there's something about the beach at night that's more lovely than the daytime. Perhaps it's the night sky that makes the water calmer. Just the moon reflecting in the ocean as it rises from the horizon. Or maybe it's that it's quiet on the beach