Chapter 5

It feels almost like slow motion as I fall directly into his arms, our lips touch. Time stands still as we both freeze, unable to react. I almost feel his lips move and mine attempts to move in unison when I pull back immediately. That did not just happen. 

We both stared at each other, trying to comprehend what had just happened and we both had just done. I’m about to speak when he beats me to it and his voice almost shrieks.

“You perv! You did that on purpose.” He clears his throat as my jaw falls open.

Me! Me! Perv?!!! 

“ You pulled me to you.” I accuse them of pointing.

“I was trying to keep you from hitting a tree, Miss I don’t look where I’m going.” 

I turn to see it is indeed true, a large tree trunk was right in front of me and I would’ve hit it if not for him.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. How could you call me a perv over something as little as that?!” 

“Little?! Do you go around kissing people?” His voice gets lower at the end of the question, losing its playfulness.

I stutter, heart beating a mile a minute as he steps closer to me, making me take a step back and another and another… until I’m standing with my back to the tree, unable to move anymore. 

He comes close to me, his low voice in my ear, deep and sending shivers down my spine, tickling me in ways I should not be getting tickled. Putting both hands on either side of me, trapping me between the hard tree trunk and the hard muscles of his body.

“Cher… I don’t know if I can handle you being that far away from me. Being away from me at all…”

“Luke… we shouldn’t…”

He brings his hands up to my face trailing it down to my lips. I put my hand out to try to stop him but it is futile as it instead caresses his hard abs causing him to take a deep breath in. We shouldn’t be doing this, I shouldn’t be doing this. What am I doing? I keep asking myself. 

“It’s getting harder everyday. My wolf… is gaining control more easily, harder to keep in check. I… I might just go feral at this rate…”

It’s hard for me to think with him this close to me, his scent, his voice reverberating through me, turning my insides into mush. Everything in me is screaming at me to give in. It’s like I could almost feel, taste how good it’ll feel… but I couldn’t, not if I wanted my future…

“I can’t… I can’t give in, we’ve come this far.” I say avoiding his gaze.

He tilts his head down his finger under my chin tilting my head up towards him. His hair tickles my brow as it falls off his eyes. Our eyes locked and his eyes saying everything his mouth wasn’t, wanted to.. but couldn’t. A part of him still has logical reasoning as his eyes look pitch black. 

“Your heart betrays you. Why is your heart beating so fast?” He whispers on my lips.

“I want you, so badly, my wolf cries, claws at me every night, wanting to feel you, taste you.”

My insides quiver at the sound of longing in his voice. I want him too, I know it. I’ve wanted him for so long I..—

His ears peek up at a sound I can’t hear.

I open my mouth to talk and he puts his hands to his lips signaling me to stay quiet. His eyes scan the woods around us. Body immediately changing into defensive mode.

After a few seconds he takes his hands off either side of me, releasing me. 

“We need to leave.”

He takes my hand in his and starts walking, I’m still a bit disoriented, legs like jelly as I try to keep up stride with him, my leg bangs on something.

Luke stops short and turns to me, making sure I’m okay then he looks down. His eyes register surprise at what is on the floor.

“Don’t look.” He whispers.

But it’s too late. I already look down and it looks to be a large stone. It takes a bit for my human eyes to register what I’m looking at as the only light available to us is the one from the moon.

A large stone covered in blood sits in front of me as what looks like fresh blood trails off from it. The stone is round and shiny with blood having what looks to be sharp edges around.

Luke crouches down, swiping the stone, as his eyes follow the trail of blood. His eye color changes to yellow as his body tensed as though picking up on sounds again. He looks at me, eyes narrowing, ready in attack mode, whoever or whatever was here just recently and judging by the sounds he was listening to, whatever was out there whether the victim or the perpetrator was close by, and that wasn’t a good sign.

“I need to get you home.” He says getting up quickly. Grabbing my hand and dropping it immediately like he just had a second thought. He picks me and throws me over his shoulder. Immediately he begins running at a superhuman speed, footsteps thumping faster than ever. The situation is dire, as we move I can’t help but wonder what changes it’ll mean for the pack and the town as a whole.