[Dove] Rain gushed down my face as I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Blood trickled from the slits and scratches on my skin as they slowly closed up. I had managed to scrape out of their grasp and headed in the first direction my eyes could detect. The hysterical howling and laughing followed closely behind me. Each time I widened the gap between us, they would swiftly close it. I had to keep going. Hopping over rocks, skipping over stones, avoiding tree trunks and ducking under branches, I had new wounds forming after an old one closed up."Come here, dearie." One of the rogue wolves sang in a twisted tune. The cold winds were spearing my skin like ice needles. My jaw clenched tightly until it ached and my teeth chattered furiously in futile efforts to remove the strong shiver spreading inside my body. I continued to run for my life. Goddess knows what would happen to me if I was caught. I have heard stories of torture beyond death for abandoned and rejected wolves in
[Dove]Once my feet touched the floor, I moved away from him. As if his scent would scald me. Our eyes met and my spine flamed up instantly. Holding my gaze, he closed the door and locked it. I swallowed hard. The sharp heat flooded my head and it throbbed with a raw need: I want him to hold me; I want to feel him inside me. I clenched my hands into small fists to fight it. He came towards me and instinctively, my heels lifted and my feet shifted backwards. Don't come any closer. I will hurt you, Cole, my mind begged. He paused, heaved a heavy sigh and rubbed his face. It was then I noticed the weary lines on his forehead. My eyes lifted to his unruly metallic blue and black hair and trickled down to his broad shoulders and then to his thick arms. Suddenly, I remembered that we had not seen each other for more than a week and I almost forgot how much I missed him - his hold, his touch and his kiss."Why would you want to leave when you keep looking at me like that?" Realizi
[Cole]His wife is slowly driving him crazy. First, she made a unanimous decision to leave him and turned him into a panicky helpless fool, running around like a headless chicken. Then, she believed that she would weaken him, which should have comforted him since she would volunteer to stay away, but he became flustered. Finally, she told him to let her leave and sounded ready to let him go. Cole was irked. How could she give up so easily? Did he mean nothing to her? The times they spent together - they must mean something to her, right? And he's her husband, d*mn it! Not some lover she can just throw away when she's done with him. Cole can't have it. His idea was brilliant. It is flawless - she has no choice but to stay and he will make sure she knows his importance. "As long as both of you don't mate," Jude repeated his words carefully. Cole gave a nod and beamed proudly. Jude shook his head with awe, "You're an idiot. I'm heading back." Cole frowned at the sandy
[Dove]The tiny werewoman beside Patrick was actually his wife, Phia. And she owns a bar. Yes. There is a bar in the Whispering Moon Pack's village and it is a stone's throw from the owner's house, serving food after dinner daily to members. It also provides a stage and audience for Patrick and his band. Phia makes great ale - the best in the region, according to Megan. She creates a new flavor each year - so there are now 55 of them, from dark and heavy to light, refreshing and fruity - and matching snacks of fun and interesting textures and tastes. Slamming the empty glass on the table, Megan swallowed and exhaled with a grimace, then lifted her chin to search for her target. Once she located Phia, Megan pointed a finger skyward then recoiled into her seat. I sipped on the light cherry-flavored 'Moon Glow' ale and smiled sadly. "What did Cole do now?" A new pint of the black nutty 'Screw Your Mind' ale appeared on the table. Megan immediately grabbed it and took two large
[Cole]Sleep didn't come. He wasn't sure how long he had been staring at the faint moonlight that had seeped through his window. Cole listened as his wife's soft breathing relaxed into the peaceful rhythm. He closed his eyes and caressed Dove's silky tresses. Her rhythm was getting to him and a wave of calmness overcame him. But his body was still wide awake. He resorted to sheep counting. "When I first saw you, you smelled of fresh mint and morning rain."Cole blinked. It was almost inaudible but he was sure he heard her. Is she awake?He waited for a sign from her, taking a cautious breath and not moving a muscle, in case the slightest movement would ruin the moment. After a brief silence, her small voice continued louder and clearer. "It was so comforting. I felt so relaxed, like I never had a worry at all." Cole smiled. "Then, you swore at me." Her arm went around his waist and pulled him closer. "I've been swearing a lot too lately."A chuckle escaped from Cole
[Cole]"Rough night?" Cole realized he had been staring at Owin who was now giving him an awkward smile. He blinked and returned a weak smile as Owin went on to describe his lonely breakfast because Jude was not at the training ground when he went. It was then Cole noticed that his Beta looked like sh*t. Rubbing his chin, Cole realized that Jude was not the only one who had forgotten to shave this morning. d*mn it! His mind was all about Dove's blushing. Her cheeks were bright pink when she heard Owin's voice and she was acting all shy around him. He didn't like it. His mind had been busy hiding his frustration at the spiky hair Gamma since the young man entered the room.Cole glanced at Jude, noted his unruly hair and grinned. The last time he received a warning glare from Jude was when they were fifteen and it was over a werewoman. Clearing his throat, a sign of a truce, Cole turned to Owin and asked about his latest report. "After he met Oscar, Wesley suddenly canceled
[Cole]He dropped her onto his bed and she started to scramble away. But he wouldn't allow it. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her back onto the sheets. Ignoring her sharp cry of surprise, he climbed over, flipped her onto her back and covered her entirely with his giant body. Grabbing her small hands that were pushing at his shoulders, he stretched them way above her head and pinned them onto the fluffy pillows with both his hands. She stopped struggling and shot him a burning glare. He swallowed hard at the memory when he first had her in the same position. He became aware of her heaving chest caressing his own and groaned silently. Without a second thought, he took her lips. She gasped with her eyes wide open. The corner of his mouth lifted as he nibbled the rosy plumpness. She was pressing them tightly together, refusing to respond and turning away from his lips. But he wasn't discouraged. She wants him. That was enough to fuel his desire and make him burn with passio
[Dove]"How would you know?" I sniffed and shot him a confused frown. A moment ago I was head over heels with him. Now, I wanted to clobber his ox-brain head again. Why does he still think that he could control everything? My powers are from the Goddess; not him. "I just do." He smirked. My eyes instantly switched to an unimpressed stare. I was suddenly aware that my blouse was hiked up to my breasts and they were half-exposed. Looking down, I saw the V-collar of his shirt opened, exposing his chest and blushed furiously. Abruptly, I pushed at him. Startled, he tumbled over the bed like a rolling log. As he landed on the floor with a loud dull thud, I scrambled to my knees, adjusted my clothes and composed myself. He quickly came to a stand at the end of the bed, looking stupefied. "What the hell, Dove. Did you just shove me? I told you that you won't be able to hurt me." I backed against the headboard and held up a hand. "You don't control everything, Cole. You don't know