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TAMING THE LOST WOLF. 13. Dreams vs Reality.
WILDA.I'm running in the woods. It's dark and I can't tell what time of the night it is. The woods are dark as midnight on a moonless night, but somehow, I can still see the shadows of bushes and trees. The night is quiet, the only sound that of my footsteps and behind me… panting…panting… like the sound of a dog… or a wolf.My heart pounds in my chest. ‘Run faster,’ My brain pleads. Despite my efforts, I do not seem to be moving at all. I feel as if I'm running on a treadmill, all effort but no distance.Branches break behind me, fallen twigs snap under the weight of my pursuer's feet, dry fallen leaves crunch under shoes, the sound coming closer and closer, each sound making my heart race faster and my efforts seem pointless.“Wildaaaa...” A voice sings, the familiarity of the sound making the cold air catch in my throat. Goosebumps grow on my bare arms, nothing to do with the cold that makes the air I exhale visible before me.‘I need to get away.’ I think, willing my legs to move
TAMING THE LOST WOLF. 14. Chivalry fell on his sword.
WILDA Before logic can convince me otherwise, I wrap my small towel around my body and step out of the shower, sparing a moment to wipe the steam off the mirror, just to make sure I look as best as I can considering the circumstances. The bags under my eyes are still visible, but the red in my eyes is gone and I am flushed enough that, thanks to the hot shower... or maybe the man in my room, I no longer look like a ghost. I freeze in place the minute I step out of the bathroom and catch a glimpse of him, closing the door behind me to stop the steam from following me into the room. His head lifts at the sound of the door closing and a second later, blue eyes stare back at mine with such intensity my legs almost turn to spaghetti. Cooked spaghetti. I find myself unable to move, breathe or think as his gaze drops to the towel around me, down to my legs,lingering for a second before meeting my eyes and dropping to the towel again. I get the feeling that he wants it off, that he wan
TAMING THE LOST WOLF. 1. First impressions.
WILDA. “Well, this seems to be my lucky day,” the man’s eyes travel down my naked body, a pleased smile on his face. I instinctively drop a hand to cover my crotch, the other across my small breasts. He does not avert his gaze. My body trembles under the scrutiny of his gaze. I find myself looking away, ashamed. “This is private property,” I say, weakly, my cheeks burning red hot and my breath shallow. “Oh, is it?” he asks, his voice teasing. “Well, then you must be Wilda, I’m Victor, and I will be your riding instructor.” He extends a hand, his smile almost covering his whole face. I stare at his hand, tempted to take it. “You're not supposed to be here,” there is a tremble in my voice as I speak. My cheeks burn even hotter, blood pumping in my ears. “You like to run around naked?” he asks, his voice surprisingly serious. I turn away from him, heading for the house. He whistles. “Mama Mia! The view from behind is just as good as from the front.” My knees almost give out a
TAMING THE LOST WOLF. 2. Cornered prey.
I suddenly cannot take in a breath. I had failed to notice his beauty earlier, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.Copper blue eyes looking back at mine with a sick sense of humor behind them, long feminine lashes, thick eyebrows, high cheekbones, full lips, and a jaw that looks strong enough to withstand a punch from The Hulk, my breath catches and the water in my mouth goes down the wrong tube.I try to hold the cough that wants to expel the unwanted visitor in my trachea in an attempt not to make a fool of myself, even as I feel the attention of the table turn to me. I break out into a fit of coughs, blood rushing to my face.“Are you okay?” my brother's voice is filled with concern. His eyes ask me ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’He offers me his glass and rubs my back as I regain my composure, his hand a little too rough.“I’m okay, thanks,” I mutter.“Sorry,” I say to the table, my eyes fixed on my plate, and everybody gets back to their conversations in the same second.
TAMING THE LOST WOLF. 3. An alpha's role.
CONAN.Orion! I hate hunters!I look down at my palm, where his silver ring had touched my skin, as I leave campus grounds. The delicate skin of my fingers is healing, though slowly.How had I not noticed? But then again, I was too intoxicated by Wilda’s scent.‘A wolf’s power comes from knowing his surroundings. When you enter a room, isolate all the scents in the room, and know everyone. You are dead the minute a hunter finds you before you do.’ Every wolf is taught this when it turns. Today, I learned why.For me, as a future alpha, the carelessness I had shown today was simply unacceptable. If Father found out about this…And all because of a human girl. But how was I supposed to focus on anything with her scent so strong? It was an intoxicating combination of nervousness, arousal, and fear, something that excited my wolf.Wilda was an interesting creature, even my father had admitted as much. It was rare that the breed of two wolves did not result in a cub, and even rarer that t
TAMING THE LOST WOLF. 4. Animal attacks.
In the forest deep where shadows fade,A wolf is born of blood by fate.A soul gone rogue a wolf untamed,The fate of wolves, by him decreed.This is the prophecy that brought me into town. A prophecy as old as the first lyncan. Some believe the prophesied wolf to be a savior, others the enemy.Wolves seek it for their packs, hunters seek to kill it. Every few couple of decades, tension rises among wolves and between wolves and hunters, as rumours of the prophesied wolf shake both communities. Recently, the rumors had resurfaced, as hunters and wolves both moved closer to Crimson Hills, believing for some reason, that the prophesied wolf would rise here.Soon after Lucien Gray was killed, wolves in Crimson Hills began to drop like flies. Killed by other wolves from different packs. Recently, the attacks had reduced after Damian’s pack caught one of the perpetrators and annihilated his whole pack. Again, I wonder why my father would dare cross the young alpha.Nonetheless, my father be
TAMING THE LOST WOLF. 5. Forgotten memories.
WILDA.Men! I roll my eyes.“Is it an ego thing?” Greg refuses to answer me as we walk around campus aimlessly looking for a free bench to sit on till our next class.“How do you know him?” I press on.“His father is a famous CEO; you should really try to keep up with current events.” His voice is annoyed, but I’m not done with my interrogation.“I don’t think I believe you. It seems like you guys know each other from somewhere else, he practically ran from class…”Greg smiles wickedly. “He did, didn’t he, do you think I’m intimidating?”“As intimidating as a mosquito.” I roll my eyes trying not to encourage him, even though I had noticed the change on his face when he had addressed Conan. And if I’m being honest, he could be intimidating if he wanted. We have been friends for almost two years now, and I have never considered Gregory to be threatening until I saw him speak to Conan today.“Mosquitoes spread malaria. They kill more people than any other animal in the world. Remember th
TAMING THE LOST WOLF. 6. Blood.
I swim in the darkness for what feels like forever, intoxicated by the feeling. Then the memories come flooding in.I see myself returning from my morning run. I'm in my white trainers, yoga pants, and a tank top. Queen’s ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ blasts in my headphones. I’m happy, loving the feel of the morning breeze slapping my face, and the wide smile on my face does not hide it.I always run around the estate and go straight into the house to shower, but this time, for some reason, I decide to pass the house and head for the woods. I always thought the planted trees to be well arranged, and the little flowerbeds and bushes my mother added when she still had the strength to move about, add an atmospheric feel to the woods.I breathe in the cool morning air, ‘today’s going to be a good day,’ I think. A walk in these woods always makes everything better, Father says, and even all Damian has to do when he is in a foul mood is take a walk in the woods.I always wondered why my father insis
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