Twenty-nine

"Why do you always bring me to the woods?" I chuckled and looked at Harper. 

We were walking deeper into the woods, away from the place where his car was parked. My hand was tightly clasped in his and I was in no hurry to let go of him, and from the looks of it, neither was he. Tingles were shooting up and down my arm and I was feeling strangely content at the small skin-to-skin contact.

"People wouldn't like to see me transforming into a silver wolf in broad daylight, believe me." Harper chuckled while looking pointedly at me. 

I mentally smacked myself in the head. Of course! Humans didn't know about werewolves. It felt strange to admit the fact, because less than a week ago, I was one of those humans too. Those humans who didn't know that supernatural beings exist and live amongst them.

"Sometimes humans don't take too kindly to us when they know about our little secret." Little? He calls this secret little?! "They assume us to be dangerous and so, hunt us. We call them hunters." Harper shrugged his shoulders as if talking about being hunted was a rather common topic for him. Maybe it was. 

How would it feel like to be hunted because you are pressed to be dangerous? I shuddered at the thought.

"That's why you have such tight security in so many parts of the city." I wondered out loud. I knew that there was some big reason why the rich part of the society exercised so much security.

"Yup. All the high-rank wolves live inside the gated colony. No human can get inside if the guards posted on the entry gates have not verified it. All other normal wolves live outside the colony, they are normal pack members who have their own humanized jobs." Harper said.

I nodded in understanding. "Natalie lives inside the colony. What's her rank?"

"Natalie's father is a pack warrior. A very high one at that. He is an important member of the pack, and that's why he lives inside the colony. Whereas your other friend, um, what's her name?" 

"Samantha."

"Samantha's father doesn't take any part in the pack's everyday activities. He has his job and so he lives outside the colony." I nodded my head in understanding.

"Did you talk to them?" Harper asked me, looking uncertain for the first time since we entered the woods.

My whole body tensed at his question. I had no plans to tell him about my problems. I wasn't comfortable with it yet.

I shook my head without looking at him. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Harper clench his jaw and his grip on my hand tightened.

"You know it wasn't their fault, right." Harper was trying to get me to listen to him and forgive my best friends, but I wasn't simply ready for that.

"We came here so you could show me your wolf." I snapped at Harper. I took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I understand." Harper squeezed my hand and gave me a small smile.

He tugged at my hand, signaling me to stop walking. Then he turned his body and stood in front of me. He looked straight into my eyes and asked hesitantly," Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nodded, confused as to why he was asking me that.

Harper squeezed my hand and then released his hold on me. I immediately missed his hand as the tingles and warmth died down in my hand.

He signaled me to stay where I was and I knew what was going to happen now. I folded my arms across my chest, suddenly unsure of my decision. He took a few steps back, creating distance between the two of us. His eyes never left my own, sporting a myriad of uncertain emotions.

Harper took the helm of his shirt in his hands and pulled it over his head. My cheeks flamed a bright red and my eyes involuntarily took him in. His six packs glistened in the humid environment of the forest. I stopped myself from running over to him and running my hands all over his chiseled torso.

My eyes met Harper's which had a mischievous glint in them. "Like what you see?" His lips lifted in a teasing smirk, and I had the sudden urge to wipe off his face. He noticed me checking him out.

"Yes, I do." Words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them and register what they meant. My face grew hot and I knew my cheeks probably looked like they were two tomatoes attached to my face. 

I immediately broke eye contact with him. I just couldn't muster up enough courage to look at him. Harper's chuckle resounded in the air between us, amongst the natural voices of the forest. "I'm glad to hear that." Harper was amused.

I focused on the surrounding trees, I tried to look anywhere but at Harper, but my ears were trained on every movement he made. I heard the rustle of his jeans hitting the ground and I took a deep breath, in a desperate attempt to calm my hormones which were going haywire.

"You have to look, you know. Just keep your eyes trained on my face." Harper's husky voice rang out in the forest and I felt a shudder go down my spine.

"Are you naked?" I asked, after gulping the lump in my throat. My face grew hot once again at the juicy prospect of seeing Harper naked in the wild. The thought thrilled me and excited my already perverted mind.

"Yes, that's why I asked you to keep your eyes on my face," Harper said. His voice was breathier now and I found it hard to control myself.

"What?" I squeaked, immediately turning around, my back was now facing Harper. My hands flew over my eyes in a desperate attempt to shield my eyes from Harper's naked form. "Why are you naked?"

"I don't want to ruin my underwear," Harper replied and made it sound so obvious that I was beginning to believe his being naked was necessary. I facepalmed inwardly at how ridiculous my thought process was.

Sneaky bastard!

"You have got to turn, you know," Harper said.

I shook my hands, too mortified by my word vomit from before and the fact that he was naked was simply too much for me to ignore.

I heard Harper sigh. "Okay, then."

After a few minutes, I could hear bones pop and I knew I would now see Harper in his wolf glory. I gulped nervously at the thought.

Heavily padded paws moved in my direction and my breath caught in my throat. I was not ready to do it. Knowing that my boyfriend changed to a wolf from time to time was a completely different thing than actually witnessing it.

Harper stopped, leaving some distance between us. I knew he was giving me the last chance to back out, to not see his wolf again. If I chose, I could just ask him to transform back and I would come face to face with the version of Harper I had been seeing my whole life. 

I could feel Harper's heavy breath hit my back, which sent tingles down my whole body and my eyes closed involuntarily in pleasure. 

I took a deep breath, reminding myself of the reasons I had chosen to do this in the first place. I willed my feet to move and I slowly turned around, only to face a large white wolf, standing a few feet away from me, his green eyes boring into my blue ones. The green eyes I had associated with Harper for so long, would now be associated with this beautiful creature before me, from this day on.

The last time I had seen this wolf, I was scared out of my wits because the only fact I could focus on was that Harper had just changed into a wolf. I couldn't focus on anything else.

Now I knew what to expect and I was ready for it, but nothing could have made me ready for the magnificent animal standing in front of me. I could easily believe that the huge animal standing in front of me, was capable of leading a whole pack of wolves. The animal radiated power and authority, with his head held high and his thick muscles.

Large green eyes watched me carefully, assessing my every movement and facial expression, trying to gauge my reaction.

I hesitantly took a brave step toward the silver wolf. I had given in to the urge within me to touch it. The wolf watched me wearily, confused about what I was planning to do.

I smiled softly at the wolf in front of me. If I focused on the green eyes in front of me, I could easily imagine that the test of the body belonged to Harper Cain.

I touched the wolf's muzzle and he purred in response, his eyes closing in pleasure. I could feel the familiar tingles run up my arm and I sighed in response. 

I took hold of Its face with both of my hands. My hands buried into the soft and thick fur at his neck and I gazed into its green eyes, the only pair in the world, which held the power to send me to oblivion by just looking at them.

The wolf tentatively moved forward and buried its nozzle into my neck, its hot breath fanning my neck. I giggled at the ticklish sensation caused by his breath and my muscles which had been tensed before now relaxed completely.

I felt a wet sensation on the base of my neck and I realized that the wolf was licking me. Instead of being uncomfortable at the fact, I bit my lip and closed my eyes to better experience the tingles that were now shooting up straight through my head.

Harper licked me again. I couldn't help but let out a breathy moan, the sound echoing in the forest. 

I felt the wolf still under my touch. It immediately backed away and I felt distraught at the loss of contact between us. I frowned at Harper's reaction. He was backing away from me and was taking slow steps backward.

The wolf settled on the forest floor and the next moment; I heard bones pop. I could see bones rearranging themselves, I could see the tail shorten and the white fur diminish. I wondered if the whole process was painful.

In a matter of a few seconds, Harper stood in front of me, in all his naked glory. My cheeks flamed once again and I forced my eyes to stay on Harper's eyes and not venture downwards where I would find.... I shook my head, desperately trying to rid myself of these thoughts.

Harper's gaze was intense and I couldn't break the contact between us even if I wanted to. I found a giddy feeling blossomed within me with the way Harper was looking at me and I softly smiled at him.

In two giant steps, Harper took me in his arms and slammed his lips on mine. My breath was knocked out of my chest and before I knew it, I had circled my arms around his bare shoulders, bringing him closer to my body.

Our lips moved in sync with each other. Our chests were pressed against each other and so was the rest of our bodies.

I couldn't find myself to let him go. I just wanted to keep kissing him and he had the same intentions, because after a breathy moan came from my throat, his hold tightened on my waist, gluing our bodies together.

I pulled back a little, if I hadn’t, I would have surely passed out from lack of oxygen. My breathing was ragged and so was his, if the movement of his chest against my own was anything to judge by.

I smiled at Harper, our faces still inches apart, and gazed into his eyes.

"I love you." 

Both of our bodies stilled and our eyes widened.