Zara seems like a total badass and someone who can make her master work for what she wants. I’m not sure I’m that much of a badass. I’d like to think I could be, but I don’t know. My confidence is gone again as I struggle to process my trauma and life. Everything is fucked up in so many ways. I’m questioning everything I know. I hate that I’m lost and confused. Maybe training with Zara isn’t a bad idea. Perhaps I don't like training in my human form with the guys because I’m afraid of what they will do if they beat me in the fight. After all, the males of my pack sure enjoyed beating my ass, and if they thought I didn’t see their lustful stares, they were wrong. I saw how the males looked at me. Sage's brother took advantage of me, and I see that now. Fuck did that whole damn pack take advantage of me, and why was I so blind to see it? Fuck me; I’m overthinking again.
<Dinner is full of fun conversations. Zara is clearly the life of the party and the one who keeps all these grumpy men happy. I know Zara keeps Blaine happy. Somehow, I feel like they are still very much sexually active. Zara is blatantly flirting with Blaine. Zane and Cade groan several times throughout dinner for their parents to get a room. I chuckle to myself when they do it. Even Blair seems amused by it. It’s pretty funny watching Zara and Blaine torment their sons with their flirting and sexual comments. By the time dinner is over, Zane and Cade have entirely given up on their parents. Zane makes some cranky comment about at least someone is getting laid tonight. Man, how long has he gone without it? I honestly assumed he fucked someone the night before he came to my pack. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but I assume he had sex within the last year, at least a few months. Zane is good look
A month has passed, and I’m getting more confident with my training. Zara has been training me for the most part. Zane has slowly started coming and working with us for a bit. Zara has been fantastic with helping me get comfortable fighting in my human form and is now helping me gain comfortability with changing from human to wolf form and back while in combat. I was apprehensive at first, not happy about getting naked to transform and then to transform back, but then I learned Zane could wrap me in shadows. So when it comes time for me to transform, Zane covers me in shadows. I can strip and transform without anyone seeing me naked. Even when I go back to human form, he wraps me in the shadows and uses them to put my clothes back on. It’s pretty damn cool, but it takes practice.We have it almost perfectly, but it was rough getting to that point. I ended up naked and exposed a few times,
Has she lost it? I’m not going into the woods without Zane. I listen for him. He’s still handing out instructions to the others. He’s preparing them for some test coming up. I don’t know; it sounds like coven shit to me. Anxiety creeps over me as I hear the howl again. Sasha is howling at me to follow, but I refuse. Sasha, desperate, pushes forward and makes me walk right towards the fucking woods. What the hell is Sasha doing? She's never been able to control my human form like this. In wolf form, she controls our body, but never in human form. She’s like a processed wolf following this howl and what appears to be three Howlers. This bitch is going to get us killed. I hope Zane decides to fucking resurrect us. Actually, I don’t know much about his necromancer magic.Zane tries explaining his magic to me, but I’m not used to the terms, and so I’m honestly con
After dinner, we head up to our room. It’s strange to call it our room and not Zane’s room, but he’s drilled it into my head that it’s our room. Zane looks a little defeated. I think Cerberus coming after me freaked him out more than it did me, but Zane won’t allow his full emotions to come out. I’ve noticed he’s very good at hiding what he feels, although sometimes he lets them slip through the cracks of his mask. There is one thing, though, that keeps playing in my mind. One fear I had, and that wasn’t dying. I didn’t want to give myself to anyone but Zane. I think I’m falling for him, and I never realized it. Isn’t it too soon? Maybe, but one thing is for sure I’m done holding out. I won’t risk anyone else having me.“You should go take a shower, and then I’ll take mine. We have to get up at a decent time for
Zane grins as he kisses me quickly before he moves his kisses to my nipples which causes me to arch my back. He sucks and licks each nipple causing little moans to leave my mouth. Zane moves down my stomach as he nudges my legs apart. He lowers his head and licks between my folds as his tongue lands right on my clit. Zane sucks and swirls his tongue around my clit like he’s a fucking pro. I can’t help moving my hips. It’s so delicious that I close my eyes and let the moans of pleasure escape. Yeah, he’s claiming my pleasure, all right. I can feel my orgasm build as his tongue works magic on my clit, making me stupid wet. I don’t know how much more I can take, but I’m going to take all that he will give because this is what I have been missing in my life. No wonder people like sex because it’s fucking amazing when you’re with the right person. Fuck Sage’s brother. I doubt that loser could make me fe
Stretching my back as I rub my eyes awake, I find Ari sound asleep on my chest. We didn't move from where we fell asleep last night. I have to admit she surprised the hell out of me last night. I had noticed she was getting more handsy, bolder with her moves, and always asking for a little more each time we did something together. It was a lot of making out and touching each other's bodies like horny teenagers in their parent's basements. I didn’t mind it, though, as I had never experienced it myself as a teenager. It wasn’t because I didn’t have girls to sleep with. That was never the issue. I didn’t want to form attachments, so I did my best not to kiss or make out with other girls. I didn’t cuddle after I fucked them. I used them for their bodies as they used me for mine. I always knew none of them was my soulmate. None of them were going to be my familiar. Ari has always been the only woman I’ve let myself grow
Entering the old-timey dinner that looks like it’s still in the seventies, we are told to sit wherever we want by the red-headed waitress. Ari and I take a booth in the back. I like to be a little hidden. The headed waitress, who looks like she is in her mid-forties, heads over to us. The over amount of wrinkles on her face tells me she’s a heavy smoker, and the scent of cigarette smoke surrounds her. I don't even need Ari’s heightened senses to smell it.“What can I get, you kids?” She asks in a raspy voice that once again confirms the number of cigarettes she smokes.“Coffee, black, please,” I answer.“I’ll have coffee too, but cream and sugar, please,” Ari says sweetly.The waitress no
After eating dinner at the diner, we head to the log cabin. There is snow on the mountain, and I can see that Ari is excited. I’m sure Sasha is looking forward to playing in the snow. The log cabin is small; it has four rooms. The kitchen and living room are completely open. The living room has a large fireplace and a loveseat couch in front of it. The kitchen has full-size appliances and a small dining area with a square table with four chairs. The backroom is the bedroom with the attached bathroom. There is a queen-sized bed and a nightstand on either side, and a dresser. There’s a small closet in the bedroom. The bathroom has a shower stall only, and it’s only big enough for one person. There’s a sink and toilet with a mirror cabinet over the sink. The cabin is small and practical. There is a closet in the living room stocked with some weapons.Ari gets to putting the food