I heard a loud painful howl. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed it came from the stranger. The wolves might have surrounded him, or maybe injured him. I was confused whether to keep running or go back and probably die alongside him since I could barely help in any way.
Fuck, I felt completely useless.
I had to go back to try and help him. If he was harmed because I didn’t even try to do something, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. So, I stopped on my tracks and headed right back. I heard growling coming from behind me and immediately, I was blocked by a big gray wolf. I snatched a wood laying on the ground, and hit the wolf, but it didn’t back away.
It came closer to me, cornering me up against a tree trunk, growling at me with sharp canines. It was later joined by two other wolves that had the same intent. to kill their prey.
“Get away, me!” I screamed, using my dagger to point at them all in a rather pathetic attempt to stop them from attacking me, which was failing because they kept advancing towards me.
‘I’m fucked up’, I thought as the wolves made progress in getting close to me. “No! Stay back!” I continued struggling, but I knew it was just a matter of seconds before I was brutally attacked and killed.
Just then, one of the wolves growled and lunged at me. I looked away, covering my eyes with my hands, bracing myself for the inevitable horror that awaited me. But instead I heard a snapping noise. Quickly, I opened my eyes and saw the now dead rogue wolf laying on the ground with its head chopped off. And standing above me was a big brown wolf, the stranger, whatever his name was. Strangely, this scene and this wolf reminded me of Killian.
He mightily growled at the two remaining wolves, causing them to growl an equally frightening response. Another wolf attacked the brown wolf, which he easily brushed off with his claws and, in return, severed its head. My stomach churned at the gory scene.
The gray wolf and the brown wolf began circling each other, both growling loudly. After stalking and circling, they both attacked each other, sending several hits, but lastly, the brown wolf pinned it to the ground, growling, and the gray wolf whimpered in submission and it was killed.
He then shifted back into his human form. “I thought I told you to shift and then run, and not to look back,” he said, changing into some clothes.
“I didn’t see you behind me, so I became worried and, against my better judgment, I came back for you,” I said, dusting my clothes.
“Aww, isn’t that so sweet?” he said with a light chuckle. I rolled my eyes at him but found myself smiling just a bit.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I asked, inching closer to him. He had some blood on him, but I could tell it wasn’t his. I just wanted to be sure he was okay.
“No, I am not hurt. The rogues were no match at all. But you look shook up. Let’s just camp and rest for tonight,” he suggested, and I acknowledged with a nod. I felt mentally and physically drained tonight from all the running for my life. It was wise to camp and rest, then continue with my journey the next day.
“Stay here, I’ll go gather some wood.” He smiled, walking away to do that which he said.
He arrived shortly and he started a fire. While we sat there in silence, I kept looking at him. There was something about him that felt eerily familiar.
“You know it’s considered rude to stare, right?” He laughed, looking up at me, making my face turn red in shame.
“Sorry,” I quickly apologized.
“It’s okay. It happens quite a lot,” he said with a proud smirk, which made me scoff.
“And thank you. You know, I didn’t really get to say that earlier,” I stated, feeling grateful for him saving my life. I wonder what would have happened If I had not run into him, I would have been dead for sure.
“No worries. By the way, what is your name and what the hell are you doing out here?”
“I’m Sheila and I was running away from my idiotic mate,” I replied, remembering that I needed to get away from here as soon as possible before Killian and his pack found out.
“I haven’t heard that before. What happened now? What did he do?” He asked, looking genuinely interested.
“It’s what he didn’t do. He doesn’t love me and disregards me as his mate. To make it even worse, he has a lover,” I replied to him, looking down to the ground.
“Well, whoever he is, he is a bloody fool if he lets you go.” I laughed at his words, earning a confused look from him. “What?” He asked.
“Nothing, just the first time I’ve seen anyone address an alpha in such a manner.” I tried to suppress my laughter.
“So, he is an alpha. Of what pack?” He asked me.
“Alpha Killian of the Crescent North Pack,” I stated. His green eyes widened for a second, nodding. His eyes twinkled with something in them.
Was it amusement?
“I see,” was all he said. I decided to ask some questions of my own.
“It’s your turn, who are you and what are you doing here? “
“My name is Morgan, unlike you, I was actually returning to a place I haven’t visited for a long time.” His voice lowered a bit, and he seemed to have drifted unto his thoughts.
I guess we all have our stories.
“It’s almost daylight; let’s sleep and reserve our energy for tomorrow. Then we’ll see what we can do about your situation,” He said suddenly, lying down.
Somehow his last words confused me.
“Good night, Sheila.” His green eyes on me. “And it’s really a pleasure meeting you.”
He said, confusing me all the more.
Sheila’s Point Of View
I was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring at the beautiful work of nature. It was the first light of dawn, and the sun was barely rising. Birds were flying high, chirping a beautiful morning melody. The sight was simply exquisite. And he was there, beside me.
I could feel his strong minty breath brushing against my neck with his strong arms wrapped around me, imprisoning me in his arms. I felt Killian’s rugged hands on my soft and milky skin as I squirmed under his touch.
The sensation of sparks coursing through every bone in my body, and my moans and gasps escaped my lungs, filling the air. I heard Killian’s lustful growls, as he traced his hands over my full breasts and circled my pink nipples.
I released another moan, feeling my need for him grow stronger. My hands were digging deeper into the back of his large body, beads of sweat on my skin.
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