Darkening eyes

1.       Darkening Eyes

BELLE 

Grayson started speaking hesitantly. “Well.. I should probably… I guess I’ll start with my eyes.” 

I nodded, urging him to go on. 

“My eyes turn black when I lose control. And it usually has something to do with you.”  “With me? What do you mean?” I asked. 

He licked his lips. 

“Usually, I have amazing control. In fact, I haven’t lost control in years. Not since puberty. But ever since you’ve come into my life, things have changed. You bring out my strongest emotions.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

“It usually comes from one of two emotions. One is anger. Like when I found that man on the plane was harassing you—” 

“He wasn’t harassing me,” I interrupted. “All he had done was—”  Grayson’s hands gripped my hips tightly. 

“Belle, do not say another word. You do not want to argue with me on this matter. 

The protectiveness and possessiveness I feel for you are overwhelming.”  I began to shrink in on myself, not liking his words. 

“What’s the other emotion?” I whispered. 

He brought his fingers to his temples, massaging them for a moment, then looked at me with a pained expression. 

“It’s when… Well, it happens when I… When I—” 

“It happens when he’s turned on. When he’s feeling a little frisky. When he wants to put his dick in your—” 

“Kyle, that’s enough!” Grayson’s booming voice interrupted. 

Kyle was now at the bottom of the stairs, smiling widely at both of us. He shrugged. 

“Just trying to make it easier on ya, Alpha.” 

Grayson growled as I quickly scrambled out of his lap, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. 

“Is that true?” I asked once we had the table between us. 

“Your eyes turn black when you’re mad or when—” 

“Yes, when I’m attracted to you. I wish Kyle had put it in nicer words, but what he says is true.” 

I shook my head. “I get why they turn black… But… How is that even possible? This is crazy!”  

Grayson stood and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t say anything. I don’t think he liked being called crazy. 

I let out a shaky breath. “Why am I here? What do you want with me?” 

His shoulders sagged as he watched me. “Belle,” he breathed out. “I wish I could take your fear away.” 

“You’re the cause of my fear,” I spat, not even totally convinced of my own words. 

Hurt flashed in his eyes and then a deep growl came from his chest. 

I took another step back. “Can I please go home? Will you let me go?” 

“No.” His voice came out sharp, leaving no room for argument. “I am not letting you go. You are mine.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked, beginning to feel extremely frustrated. “I am not yours! I am nobody’s but my own!” 

I watched as his eyes slowly darkened. I knew that this time it wasn’t because of lust. It couldn’t be. And if what he’d told me was true, then his eyes were turning black out of…anger. 

“Your eyes…,” I said. 

“You’ve upset him,” Kyle said, coming toward us. “He doesn’t like you denying his possession of you.” 

“But I’m not his possession!” I shouted stubbornly. 

Grayson’s chest began to heave, and his entire body shook. 

I took another step away from him, my back meeting the kitchen island. 

“Luna, do not say another word,” Kyle said. “His wolf is becoming extremely upset.”  “His wolf?” 

Grayson let out another low growl. 

Kyle looked at Grayson and nodded. “That is something that he would like to explain to you himself, Luna.”  I shook my head. 

“Explain what to me? I don’t understand! And stop calling me ‘Luna’! My name is Belle!”  Grayson began seething, moving his head around as if there was a kink in his neck.  Kyle turned to me. I must have looked completely terrified because his expression softened, like he was trying not to freak me out. 

“You should touch him. You need to calm him down,” he said. 

“I am not doing that! I am not touching that lunatic!”  I heard snapping, and my eyes went to Grayson. 

His face wrinkled into an expression of pain as his entire body convulsed forward.  He bent down, and his shoulder blades snapped and jutted upward as his rib cage broke and pushed out against the skin on the other side of his body. Dark fur sprouted from his arms and neck, and he yelled out in pain. 

I screamed as he crouched low to the ground, watching as his body contorted and morphed into something else. The sight before me became even more gruesome and horrifying as Grayson let out another yell of pain that turned into a loud growl. 

In my state of complete shock and terror, I searched the kitchen frantically for a way out— realizing that Grayson’s body was blocking both the front door and the window leading to the fire escape. I ran to where Kyle was standing and grabbed his shoulders. 

“Kyle, we have to get out of here! Please, we have to run!” 

Kyle shook his head. “You cannot touch me, Luna,” he said as he brushed my hands off of him. “Alpha will not be happy if he sees you touching me.”  Okay, so he’s officially a lost cause. 

I looked back at what used to be Grayson just in time to see his nose elongate and turn black. 

He was now on all fours, with his ears pointing up like a dog’s, and his jaw snapping upward into his newly pointed nose. 

His clothes lay around him in shreds—his entire body had grown to be twice his regular size. 

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. 

Kyle and I didn’t dare to move or make a sound. I held my breath, my heart pounding so hard that I could feel it in my chest. And then the thing that used to be Grayson moved. 

It looked at me and I gasped. 

It was an enormous wolf. 

Grayson had turned into a wolf.