The Night Wolf novel Chapter 4

Willow looked up, up into the golden pools and she drowned. Rowan was staring at her, his brows furrowed as if he was thinking about about something, when he caught her eyes, he flashed her a breathtaking smile, before going up behind Felix. She almost swooned right there and then but she caught herself from embarrassing herself.

Her mother and Natasha also left for upstairs. She however didn't follow. She wanted to paint, paint so badly. Paint those golden eyes and the boy himself.

She headed to her room which was in the hallway opposite to her mother's. There was another room in the same hallway, which she used to keep her art supplies in, and four upstairs, two of which Rowan and Felix will be using.

Her room was messy. Her art supplies were strewn around, canvases taking the support of the walls, some of them were empty but most of them were filled with her art. She could feel the paintings of Hunter which lied under her bed peek at her. The other was placed on her easel, incomplete. She hasn't shown them to anyone, not even Melody.

She wanted to paint Rowan. Her hands were itching to paint him, so she did just that. Taking hold of the unfinished Hunter from the easel, she placed it on the floor. She picked up a plain new canvas and placed it in front of her.

She got the paints from the room next to hers, where she previously used to paint in with her father, but she had stopped painting in there and started painting in her own room. But the supplies were kept in the very room. She took the colours that she was running out of from her room.

Blue black, onyx, white for blending, gold, crimson, light and dark blue for her background, white for more blending, some peach and brown.

"You paint huh?" Came his voice from the doorway, making her drop all of her colours.

"I do." She said as she scrambled to pick her stuff up. Her cheeks flushed, not because she was clumsy right there but because she felt caught, she knew that it was wrong of her to paint him without his permission, but she had never felt such an urge to paint something or someone. Not even when she painted Hunter.

"Do you mind painting me?" Said Rowan, who had now squatted next to her helping her with her paint tubes and brushes. Her head snapped up to him. "Paint me like one of your French girls." He said seductively.

God help her.

"I don't have any French girls to paint," Willow Said. "But I'd love to paint you, I was going to anyway." She said the last part quietly not meeting his eyes and hoping he hadn't heard her. But he did, and when she finally looked up at him, he was smiling.

"I'm Felix James," Felix started. "I'll be starting at Onyxscar High soon and I look forward to our stay here." He was polite with his words, making Venice nod.

The last one left was Rowan. "I'm Pri-," paused Rowan. "Rowan. Rowan Kingson." He said smiling, his smile not letting her ponder on that pri-word he had said. No one else pried on it.

"If you don't mind me asking," started Venice. "Why did you come to Onyxscar?"

"Well," Said Rowan. "We wanted to travel."

"Our parents didn't allow us at first," Said Felix. "But they let us come here since aunt lives here."