her palms sweat when she was nervous. toes tingling before stepping on stage, butterflies fluttering in her throat before a big presentation—anytime she was doing something that caused adrenaline, her palms would sweat. cliff diving, it seemed, was no different. over and over again she had been warned to stay on the lower cliff if she were to jump. over and over again sam, emily, leah, seth…quil. they all told her the same thing
“stay safe, the water can be dangerous”
but here she was, poised at the edge of a rock with the water roaring under her. the day was surprisingly bright, the sun taunting as it outlined the jagged rocks she had to miss from this high, high ledge. the ledge that the wolves usually jumped off of.
of course, she knew. she was in on the secret–had been since birth. they jumped from here because they could handle it. many times human kids had tried to join in, and they all failed in varying ways. some chickening out before jumping, others getting hurt and scolded by the council elders. but when a brown eyed boy asked a scrawny fourteen year old girl to hang out, well, she couldn’t just say no. and that was how she got here–shaky knees and sweating palms. from behind her came the jeers of her friends, laughing and telling her to just get on with it. just j u m p. but something held her there, her heart racing like a tiny bird trying to escape its cage. and from behind her, the brown eyed boy who walked up and pressed his hand to her lower back where it was only separated from her bare skin by a big t shirt over a tiny bikini. his touch, strangely c o l d.
“C’mon claire bear, you can do it”
❝ hey! ❞ his voice sharp and loud, cutting through the throng of cheering kids. and that's all that ( most of them ) were to him, just silly kids testing fate and pushing those that knew the rules past the safety line. ❝ you think this is fun? convincing people to jump from here? ❞ anger pulsed through his voice but better that than his body, his hands already clenched tight to gain some control over his wolf.
he was one of the better of the pack at keeping his outbursts down, hardly ever happening anymore, but seeing her among the kids made it worse. hell, it was one of the ONLY reasons he stopped patrol to come out here. ❝ do you know how many kids — older than any of you! — have hurt themselves from this height? ❞ dark eyes scanned the group, settling on claire and the boy beside her. no doubt his nails would leave imprints in his palm with how tight his hand was but it didn’t matter. all that mattered was not growling ( or god forbid, phasing ) in front of her ‘ friends ‘.
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