1,000 years ago, Shirou Ogami was reborn as the Silver Wolf whereas (Y/n) (L/n) was awakened as the Ebony Wolf. The Ebony Wolf possessed eternal reincarnation and she hid from the world in fear of what horrors she could unleash upon both Beastmen an...
"Sh—Shirou," I stutter the name of my other half before gulping nervously, my mind spinning.
How the hell did he find me? He shouldn't have found me this quickly. I didn't plan for this—
"(Y/n)?" the Silver Wolf calls out again, sounding desperate now. "Please just open the door—"
"I'm coming!" I yell back at him, wincing when my voice cracks horribly. "Just...wait a second."
One would accuse me of lying if I said I didn't want the world to swallow me whole right now.
Wiping my tears away, I quickly tidy up my hair and then stand on my feet, my legs trembling.
There's no point in hiding my distraught feelings. He can hear my heart rate. I'm sure he can tell.
My fingers slowly wrap around the door handle but nothing else. I silently stare, eyes burning.
"I can hear you, Ebony Wolf," Shirou whispers suddenly from behind the door. "You're scared."
"Of you?" I blurt out so quietly, hand tightening around the handle, but I know he'll hear me.
"Are you?" he questions as my eyes flutter shut, the roaring sound in my ears growing louder.
I open my eyes. "No, never of you. I would call you a fool for thinking such a thing, Silver Wolf."
Taking a deep breath in, I finally push down the handle and then open the door. Shirou barging in was what I expected. But it never crossed my mind that he would pull me in for a tight hug.
"Then why are you always running away from me?" he asks me bitterly and I have to suppress a shiver when I feel his warm breath wash over my ear. "Why do you insist on hiding all the time?"
My lips part but I can't seem to say anything. Closing the door behind him, Shirou starts pushing both of us further into the room, his gloved hands firmly wrapped around me. Since I'm walking backwards now, I try to keep up with him and hold onto his forearms desperately for support.
Leaning down, Shirou's gloved fingers slowly drag right along my spine and I inhale sharply at his sudden boldness, curving my back to his touch. My blood is boiling as I stay completely still in his arms, my cheek squished against his neck. I'm unable to look anywhere but the ceiling.
"Missed your scent," Shirou mumbles and presses his nose against my neck. "Smell so good."
"Og—Ogami," I choke in surprise when his fingers dig into my skin slightly, almost teasingly.
