unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 26

A/n: NOT EDITED. Short. 

Chapter 26 – Chelsea POV

Day after day I gave Kieran updates on Oakley, listening to him war with himself over why he was coming down here to see her anyways. After giving one overall gag order – no one tell Oakley and Kieran that they are mates – I continued thinking what would be done when Oakley finally was removed from the induced coma Jack had placed her in, knowing that I had no right to forbid anyone from being with their other half but we did have to protect Oakley.

I wasn’t just concerned with Oakley though, I was uneasy for Kieran as well, even if he lashed out and was somehow able to hurt Oakley, I know he would be consumed with guilt. The biggest obstacle I had found was his location, where he chose to reside. It would take someone – without mine or Gabriel’s teleporting gift at Oakley’s speed – two hours to get to where Kieran remained on one of the tallest of four mountains on the island.

Despite his concern for Oakley, Kieran showed no signs of shifting into his human form, and while I could have ordered him to do so, after three years in this form, and meeting his mate, he still wasn’t inclined to shift on his own. Gabriel, Jack, Lux and I, all thought it needed to be done on his own, because Kieran felt that he was ready to take that step, forcing him to be human didn’t mean he would miraculously be ready or able to handle whatever demons he was facing.

“He’s back,” Grant said referring to Kieran, sitting next to me, taking the spot Ben had vacated to go play with his new island friends. “He comes around the same time every day, give or take one hour,” I shrugged, drawing yet another picture of Oakley, again from Kieran’s point of view.  This time, instead of her eyes being the main focus, it felt like I needed to get her lips parted perfectly right, her upper lip larger than the bottom, the shade of pink, and the slight lines the focus of this piece.

I listened for a moment only to Kieran, his thoughts as he watched a group of children – Bradley, Dayton, Farrah, Sage, Clover and Ben – play in my back yard, but he wasn’t truly focused on them. No his mind was replaying Oakley reading to him, “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort…” the beginning of the book, ‘The Hobbit,’ she had been reading to him on top of his mountain.

“It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with paneled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors,” Kieran listened, watching as her lips parted the words flowing from her mouth, beautiful regardless of the words being said. Oakley smiled at him, her face relaxed in a way I realized she only was with him, ‘I guess you’re nothing like the hobbit huh?’ she giggled while he stared at her, wondering if she hadn’t been told he didn’t like to be around others, ‘I mean all the way up here!? You sir, mountain King Wolf are not fond of visitors,’ her voice joking, playful to me, but mocking but to Kieran, yet his anger never flared.

“What’s got you smiling so big?” Grant asked curiously, pulling me from Kieran’s’ thoughts, turning to him the picture in my lap the colored pencil waiting for use, “Ben said you were drawing her… you’re quite good,” he complimented but still waiting to be clued in on what I was thinking. “Yeah, Kieran, this,” I said putting the colored pencil down and holding my sketch book for Grant to see, “is how he sees Oakley, or rather, this is how she is when with him,” I corrected. Too young for a boyfriend… or mate… he thought glancing at Oakley.