Diamonds

The sun is still bright, warm against my skin as we walk along the boardwalk. The wind is strong today, my hair pulled back into a bun to keep it from hitting my face and Molly's. Molly, a girl I've found myself around very much since two weeks ago. Two weeks ago when Flynn left, I saw his family fall apart, and I found my strength in confiding in her. Confiding in her not about the werewolf community, but I told her how Flynn is in a trough situation, so bad that he had to go away and his parents came to me. Came to me and I watched as they unraveled before my very eyes. Molly helped me, staying with me and comforting me. So for two weeks we have been having our, enjoying each other's company, laughing together as if best friends for years.

For tonight we are an hour away from our town, out on the boardwalk as there's also a bonfire at the beach tonight. With the bonfire just a little bit away, we are exploring the town, enjoying the one week the two of us have left until college. The one week left until I can see Flynn. Have I heard from him? Barely. He's told me he's taking time off and is just trying to figure things out. He called me a few times, saying he cannot chat long as every call he tells me that he loves me.

Luna Willow calls me everyday, asking if I know where Flynn is. I tell her the same everyday, that I do not know, that I am just as concerned as she is.

As for right now, Molly and I walk down the wooden stairs of the pier, the sand soon under my sandals. The group of thirty that we graduated with are just down the shore, the waves massive today as most of them have brought their surfboards. Once with the group, we partake in the activities, playing soccer along the shore, racket ball, and frisbee. Before long the sun begins to set, the pink and orange hues reflected in the ocean as the music begins and a few guys toss lighter fluid into the fire. I watch the flames go up immediately, how they seem to reach the sky, the bright colors illuminated off of others faces as I dance to the music. Grabbing a can of beer, I raise it to the sky, enjoying the time as I take a swing, handing some to Molly. I need this night, to have some fun, to try and escape the crisis surrounding me. No, Molly is not an escape, I genuinely enjoy her friendship and we are hitting it off pretty well, but I still want Flynn with me.

Soon the moon is up, the few other wolves in this group all feeling even more alive as the moon calls to us. As the tide comes in, I grab a surfboard, heading out with some other guys as we head for the deep. The deep where the monsters lurk, where the creatures stay below the surface, awaiting the prey to become stupid and tread in the deep. Where the lamb trespasses into the lions territory. It's where Flynn is right now, treading in the deep end as his family places impossible pressures upon him. His father the monster that lurks for him, the pressures of Alpha lurking after him, and so much pressure that if he doesn't escape the tide, he will be lost. That's why Flynn is gone right now, he needs to think on his own. I pray to the Moon Goddess. I actually partake in the old religion of the werewolf kingdom when the tradition of prayer was highly important. There was once a time where the Priestesses of the Temples were the true leaders of the werewolf kingdom and we were to pray. I've prayed for the past two weeks for Flynn, for him to be safe, for him to come back home.

But what is Flynn's home? Not with his parents. Not while his father is there. Not his pack, not when they expect him to lead them for the next many years.

"Amory," someone calls motioning to the wave approaching as I get ready to ride it. As the wave comes, I push off, riding the wave easily back to the shore as I let the wave fall over me in the end. As the water envelops me, I listen to the beating of my heart, trying to calm my mind as I resurface. Taking in a deep breath, I open my eyes, pushing my hair back as I look to the shore.

It feels like I'm in a trance as the moonlight shines upon me, how I feel like I am just stuck in a trance. In a routine. I head back to where the group is again, waiting another wave as I spot Molly by the shore, running with wide arms to where Augustus is. He planned to be here after all. As I watch the two of them, I feel jealous, not because this time I hate Molly because she has Augustus, but because I want that. I want that to be me right now, with Flynn, greeting him after two weeks of his departure. I want to see him, to see his smile, to hold him close, even if just a hug. I miss him more than I ever missed Augustus. More than I ever wanted Augustus when he was Molly's.

I don't pay attention, a wave crashing over me as I'm taken down. Water fills my nose, the salt water slightly burning my eyes before I can shut them, and wanting to only resurface. I pull myself up, taking in a deep breath, only for another water to crash as I find myself struggling this time to fight the current.

Panic.

The current is strong, pulling me down deeper to where the creatures lurk.

I resurface, taking in a massive breath of air, my heart racing as I find myself back and grabbing onto my board, holding onto it. I shut my eyes tightly, reopening them to find myself a little off from the group I was with, a short swim back to shore. Placing myself back upon the board, I swim to the shore, the sand soon beneath my feet as I take off the strap to the board. I'm also lucky that my top stayed tied up, the burgundy top somehow having stayed up and making me feel at least a tad refreshed. Walking back to the party, I join back into the dancing, trying to forget what just happened as I throw my hands up into the air and move my body.

Someone comes up behind me. I push them away, moving closer to the center where the most people are located. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back slightly, enjoying the beat of the music as it vibrates in my body.

In a little I'm back near the drinks, grabbing another beer can as I look out upon the ocean. Taking my drink, I walk a little way down the shore, the waves brushing against my ankles as I take a seat on the sand. Building little towers, I take a swing at my drink, enjoying the isolation out here as those green eyes flash through my mind. I miss him so much.

Laying down, I take in a deep breath, hearing someone walk to where I am. Maybe Molly?

Opening my eyes, they go wide, my body feeling as if in a dream as I get to my feet. Dropping my drink, I walk, my pace quickening as I run over, my pace getting faster with every step as his do as well. I watch as those arms stretch open, my knees bending as I push off, wrapping my legs around his waist as I cannot get rid of the smile upon my face. I place my lips against his, pulling him close as he falls lightly into the sand, me on top as I do not want to let go.

Hunter green eyes. Beautiful green eyes that long eyelashes frame. I take in every aspect of his face as I pull away, his slightly crooked nose, tanned skin, jawline, high cheekbones, the very light dusting of freckles upon his nose and cheeks. I run my hands through his hair, the messy and dark hair as I watch the smile spread across his face as my heart does a backflip.

He's here. He's with me. He's in my embrace as I am in his as well.

"Flynn," I whisper, my eyes beginning to water up as I see the same emotions within his own eyes. "Goddess I've missed you." He sits up, wrapping his arms around my smaller frame as I burry my face in his neck. A sob escapes my lips, so happy to see him. "Goddess knows that I have fucking missed you." He pulls back, placing his lips upon my own as I close my eyes, his hands cupping my cheeks, a smile forming upon his lips as my wolf bounces off the walls.

"Amory?"

I pull back, looking into those eyes that I have missed for two weeks. "Yes?"

"I've missed you so much," he informs, his eyes searching my face, as if taking in every detail as he has not seen it for two weeks. Two weeks since he turned rogue and I can smell it on him. The smell every rogue holds, but I'm not affected. Not affected because I've missed him, wanted him, needed him. Love him so much that I do not give a damn if his scent is off. "I made up my mind upon my mother," he explains. I had told him about what his parents had to say not only to me, but each other, that night I saw everything going totally bitter. "I am going to tell my mother about my decisions, but I will not talk with my father."

We both know that the second he tells his mother what is going on, his mother will let the pack know what has been going on. We both know how the pack will respond will only result in Alpha Cade being seen as someone no longer as a figurehead. Most likely they will force him out of the pack.

"Are you going to return or stay away still? It's only a week."

He rests his forehead upon mine, holding me close. "I'm going to meet my mother before I leave. I'll be gone for another week and the day we have tickets to move to college, I'll go to my mother and inform her," Flynn responds, taking in a deep breath. "Did you know I looked up what your name meant after prom night?" I raise an eyebrow. "It was prom that I realized how broken you were. All night I thought about what you were in, what I would of done if in your shoes. I decided to look up your name, just interested in it."

"What did you find?" I ask, my voice soft as I recall the day my mother explained to me why she named me Amory.

"It means lovely in French," he answers, a ghost smile tugging at his lips. "It's the perfect name for you, the only one that could ever describe you."

Mother told me that she wants my name to represent the beauty between father and her, how it is a beautiful marriage. She told me how the first time she looked into my eyes, I struck her as the most precious and beautiful thing that she had ever set eyes upon.

"Amory?"

"Yah?" I ask, meeting his soft gaze as my body seems to relax.

"I want to let you know that I will be back by the end of the week, to tell my mother about what is happening." He's leaving again. But he will be back. But he will be gone. "I love you, but I have to go again."

I look back to the party taking place quite a ways away. Looking back to Flynn, I tilt my head to the side. "Not yet, right?" I ask kindly, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. Flynn shakes his head 'no,' letting me know we still have time left until we have to part again. I place my lips upon his, pushing the two of us back to the sand as the moonlight is bright tonight, shining upon the sand as it causes the grains to appear like diamonds.