Terry's pov:
Gypsy – Fleetwood Mac
So I'm back to the velvet under ground
Back to the floor I love
To the room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the gypsy that I was…to the gypsy..that I was
And it all comes down to you well you know that it does
Well lighting strikes..maybe once..maybe twice
Oh .. it lights up the night .. and you see your gypsy
To the gypsy that remains she faces freedom with a little fear
I have no fear, I have only love, and if I was a child, and the child was enough, enough for me to love, enough to love
She is dancing away from you now, she was just a wish, she was just ..a wish and her memory is all that is left for you now you see your gypsy, oh you see your gypsy
Oh, oh, lighting strikes, maybe once ,maybe twice, and it all comes down to you
I still see your, your bright eyes, bright eyes, and it all comes down to you
Terry's pov:
I am in my dreamland now or at least I think I am. I look down at myself and I am still in my pajama pants with no shirt, you would figure if at least I am dreaming I could put something on myself besides pajama pants. But then I start to look to see where I am because I can feel the wind on my face now, it is not blowing too hard it's almost like a soft touch to my cheeks begging me on. I see I am in the woods, but what woods I do not know. I know our territory like the back of my hand these woods do not look familiar at all; I cannot see any landmarks telling me that I am in our territory right now. I look up and see that the moon is high in the sky and putting off a little light through the tall trees. I know I do not need light to see but right now I am trying to get my baring’s to see where I might be and where I need to go.
As I continue to look around me I start hearing the faint sound of music. The only thought that comes to my mind is my dream girl has come back to me. With my wolf hearing I start to follow the sound of the music. I notice that I am going uphill this is not flat land like around our territory. But that does not stop me it is like she is calling to me with the soft music she is playing. So I pick up my pace to get to where she is as fast as I can. I know I am getting close because the music is getting louder and then I come to a clearing and stop dead in my tracks because right there in front of me is my dream girl the most beautiful woman I have every laid eyes on.
She has long reddish brown curly hair all the way down to her waist. She's wearing a white dress to her knees and when she twirls around it flares out. I look and it seems the moon light is following her every move like it is some kind of spot light on her. She looks like she is glowing almost, is this an angel? I have never seen one, of course there are a lot of super natural species I have not met, but they tell me they are out there. Who am I to question them? Werewolves are not supposed to exist but we do. So maybe angels do exist and this is one of them. That is the only explanation I can come up with as to why the moon is following her every move.
I am mesmerized right now watching her swaying to the rhythm of the music. I look around and noticed I have stepped out of the tree line. So as not to disturb her I turn around and head back into the woods and to the biggest tree I could find to hide behind in case she spots me. I go ahead and take a seat so I can watch my angel move to the music.
I can get a small look at her face every now and then but nothing definitive. She kind of looks familiar but then I think to myself I do not know any girl in our pack with this kind of hair color or this long to think of it. Her hair has some curl to it, it is not straight and like I said it is long all the way to her waist and all the girls I know in the pack has hair to the shoulders if not shorter. Maybe she is someone new in town, I need to make a point to describe this girl to the guys and maybe they can help me find her. I guess it is time to come totally clean to the guys about this girl because I feel in my heart this is my mate. This is why I am brought to her almost every night for the past year. I am meant to find her.
Maybe this is the moon goddess's way of informing me of my mate since I may not be able to spot her through the mate bond. With that thought I get excited, this beautiful angel is my mate. I know I said I was not ready for her but that was before I actually saw her. I mean I knew my dream girl was just a dream or so I thought, I am not dreaming right now. I can feel the air, I can feel the ground I am sitting on, and I can feel this tree I am leaning on. This is no dream I am here and I plan on going up to her the first chance I get.
With that revelation I lean back on the tree and watch my angel dance around to the music. I try to imagine what it will feel like to hold her in my arms to look her in the eyes. I still cannot get a good look at her face every time she turns her face my way the moon shines on it. It's almost like the moon goddess knows I am here. Like she is showing me I have a mate but I cannot have her yet. Why can I not have her? I am ready for her I mean look at her she's beautiful and so graceful who would not want her as a mate.
Chrystal’s pov:
I know he is here I can feel him. He is out there in the woods hiding. He never comes out it is almost like he knows he is not supposed to. But how do I tell him I have a crush on him that I would like to get to know him better. I am going against everything my granny has told me not to do with my magic.
We are not supposed to use magic on the wolves but I keep telling myself that I am not doing anything wrong, what I am doing is not hurting him. If I was then why is he not coming to me in anger? But he does not; he just sits in the woods under a tree and watches me do my thing.
For some reason just the thought of him being in those woods gives me the feeling of being safe and protected. I know I have nothing to fear on top of this mountain but it’s like I am drawn to him. Ever since I started school and seen him for the first time I have had it bad for him. I have watched him from afar for a while. I can tell he is aggravated about something by the way he runs his fingers through his hair. Oh how I wish it was my fingers running through his hair, I bet it is soft.
Can I hope to believe that he is feeling the same way as me? I guess only time will tell.
The song Gypsy ended about that time so I walked around in a circle and shook out my hands at my side and rolled my head around to get these thoughts out of my mind so I can get back to my routine. I decided to change the order of the songs and decided to switch the song Atomic with Honey, Honey. Maybe he will come to me when he listens to this song so I decide I am going to sing it. I raise my arm above my head and the cds switch the order I had them in and Honey, Honey starts and I close my eyes and start singing.