"Lana," Amelia called after her, and I looked back just to see the two of them talking, how Lana pulled out her hair from her jacket and moved closer to Amelia to hear what she was about to say. "Think this through, please.. Be aware that only magic can compete with magic.. And if those witches had grown more powerful, they'll be able to put you and your whole pack down in seconds.." "I know what I'm doing." Oh, no you don't.. I wanted to interrupt, but kept my silence and took my own coat. I could hear how they continued, and I was curious to see if Lana would bring up the previous night about Amelia meeting their father.. "How are you holding up?" Lana's worry was genuine and once again proved just how damn good of a heart she had.. I liked the idea of the two of them growing closer.. Fate had torn them apart. Still, it was frightening to think just how many dangerous plans could be brought up if two such powerful women put their minds together. Both Morphers and both damn fearless when it came to protecting those they loved. I refused to think it all through. "There's been a lot of things in my life I've had to accept and adjust to.. This is just one of them." "There's a lot you and I need to discuss.." I turned around as I put my coat on, just to see how Amelia nodded her head at Lana's statement. They had plenty to discuss.. And Lana's slow sigh seemed to be a result of those exact thoughts. "I hope this ends soon." "As do I.." The two of them seemed to had found an understanding, and as Lana glanced at me, I could finally see that other than having a similar sense in coming up with plans, they didn't have much in common.. While Amelia was softer, quieter and rather silent when she disapproved, Lana was feisty, sharp and full of edge in every move she took. She had certainty in her posture, the kind of confidence that perhaps sometimes resulted with stubborness.. Her eyes were wildly clear, noticing and figuring out things quicker than perhaps any of us could.. And she had no clue just how beautiful that made her, and just how damn much she urged my resistance in that moment, when she looked at me the way she did. I did managed to only clench my jaw and not do much other than to caress her back to let her know it was time to go before I told her things that were supposed to be told in front of others.. "Let's go." To that she mumbled a quiet 'mhm' and as the two of them said their goodbyes, I only managed to tell Amelia to lock the doors behind me, and finally allow the cold air to fill my lungs, because damn me, but around Lana I could simply not clear my head. We walked towards the car in silence, and I was thankful she didn't further dare my resistance, because the simplest word from her could have me perhaps never allow her to leave again. I tried not focusing on the plan she suggested before we left, because I would have to once again explain my disapproval to her.. And to that, I was very much certain she would replay with that feisty attitude of hers that would snap my control within seconds.. And just when I thought she had found some understanding as well, the second I walked over to open the door for her, she dared to bring up that exact subject I tried avoiding to escape that loss of resistance inside me.. A very thin rope was holding me in control and she seemed determined to make me let go of it. "You're being unreasonable." She dared say, and I thankfully first found myself in shock rather in a loss of senses.. The harshness in her tone made me stop near the car and speak in full surprise. "I'm being unreasonable?" I really wasn't sure if I heard her right. I thought, she sure can read me enough not to dare me further, but dammit, was I wrong.. "You know there's no better way." She even looked at me in frustration and then glanced away, deciding to focus on her own angry tone rather than to try to notice mine.. And that simple statement was what broke every bit of control I was holding onto. In such moments, frustration moved me and senselessness prevented me from snapping out of that frenzy of thoughts.. That compulsion that her simple scent caused upon me when I pushed her against the car and trapped her so that she would fucking look at me without me having to shout at her to. The darkness of the late night was thick, but the moonlight illuminated her so damn perfectly that for a moment there, I found myself speechless. Those wild eyes held the darkest forest green color that was once azure, and dammit, I wished those eyes could at least once decide a color that wouldn't provoke me.. She didn't even blink when I pinned her against the car.. Not a flinch nor any other sign of her being startled from my thoughtless quick moves. The heat of her trapped body was ridiculously soothing in such unfortunate situations, and the frown on her face was what made me stare breathlessly at just how perfect her raw braveness was.. Lost in all that beauty even when I was damn furious with her suggestions. "You know very damn well that I'm willing to do anything for you, Lana.. But do not ever think that I will allow you to risk your life in any way." When she focused on my lips rather than my harsh whispers, I found myself lost.. I found myself fucking thoughtless on what I was saying in that moment. Her breaths were rather deep from frustration, causing white clouds form from her warm breath against the cold air.. Escaping those ruby red lips that parted in a way that had me focusing on nothing else but her closeness, and the damn necessity to simply cross that little space between the two of us. And when those daring eyes looked back at mine, I found myself looking back yet only feeling how her chest rose against mine with every heavy breath she took, and how my own urges controlled me rather than my sanity did.. I had moved closer and withing seconds felt those warm lips against my own, fucking lost in their softness.. The promising kiss she returned swirled my damned mind, and in that moment I could not believe how I managed to keep any distance from her for what seemed like hours since she suggested that plan of bravery.. Goodness, the things she made me feel was mad, always so surprisingly unreal to me, because I found myself kissing her like she was the air that filled my lungs and rather the oxygen that promised my very salvation. I stopped only because I knew if I continued, I would worship her for hours, days even, when I knew just how damn big of a risk it was a simple sign of affection outside that sealed lake house we just left. I could not let go yet, however.. I realized just how close I held her with one hand, and just how much I trapped her with the other against the car.. I realized I could not allow myself to make any distance as for I could not get enough of those warm breaths against my own, and those lustful eyes that stared back at mine with the kind of urgency and armor that was well reflected back on mine. Perhaps clenching my fist against the car didn't do much of an effect over me as I hoped it would, nor did it make me cause some distance.. But I did find my voice when I leaned my forehead against hers, and I did hear the shaky breath that escaped her when I spoke.