Beastly

"Good evening Alpha Xander. Good evening Luna Ava." the waiter near the table bowed, his sudden appearance attracting my attention "Shall I bring in your appetizers?"

"Yes please." I said with a smile, seeing as how Xander wasn't giving him a speck of recognition "And could you please have this put in water? I'll have it back before we leave."

"Yes ma'am."

"Thank you."

Was it weird that I had gotten used to being treated this way? I had given up on pushing everyone to call me by my name. It didn't really matter to me, as long as those close to me respected my wishes. During the week that Xander had been gone, it had gotten much worse for some reason. There were still rumours about me, but they did nothing to stifle the choking sense of respect the pack members had.

"What's your favourite colour?" Xander's odd question made my face squeeze up into a frown

"What?" I asked in confusion, "That's random."

"Can I be honest with you?"

"I doubt I'd be able to stop you, Alexander." Although I was half-serious and half-joking, his facial expression showed that he was focused and wasn't playing around "What is it?"

He leaned back again, his eyes looking sharper than before as they regarded me "I'm nervous."

"What?"

ever been on a date and although I'm interested in knowing more and making sure you enjoy this night, I'm afraid that I'll do nothing but make things

fault about how he felt. It seemed that the years he had spent unable to truly express himself were fading away and he was vocal about just what he was feeling, especially when it came to me. It was overwhelming because if he didn't open up on his own, it was difficult to know what was going on with him. His eyes were the only way, even though sometimes they were so blank. Yet, when he opened, I would be unable to handle the amount of emotion he

and only making me the jittery one tonight. It must have been something he had mastered at a young age. Knowing just how his father had raised him, it was

cart. Once he got to the table, he placed different plates on the table, with two

oven-baked chicken bites with caramelized onion dip and our finest white wine." he said, his tone

to him, staring at all the meals. Everything looked delicious and honestly I was

into my mouth and doing a little happy dance in my head as the flavours danced across my tongue. Xander let me pick till I was content and

looked at him "White has always been my favourite colour somehow to me, it's

a jumble of nerves as I ate the shrimp and watched his eyebrows rise. I took it

"Green."

little "Green? That's unexpected. I thought you would say black

"Why?"

probably the colour of his soul, but I knew I couldn't say that so I just shrugged

long have you liked

13 years."

That meant that when Xander made his mind up about

watching as his head tilted to the side "When and why did you

flowers and plants since I was a child. I guess you could say I got my green thumb

person in the pack. If