Chapter 2: Tripping, Stripping

Rogues…all I am seeing are their red eyes.

Hungry for my blood to be spilt in this forsaken territory.

My eyes darted around me in fear. Seeing all the shifted wolves eyeing me hungrily. They stood so tall with their grey and black furs challenging me to do it or I will face the consequences. Their eyes darken with no humanity shown in it. Three of them hung out their tongues and the other four have that sinister expression. I am lost and I definitely knew one day I will face some idiot’s rogues. Avoiding trouble was long overdue and here I am facing them. Today was not a lucky day for me. 

The long bath I enjoyed a while ago was disturbed. I guess peace was never in my dictionary in this foreign land that had become my home a month ago. Leaving my pack was not an option. I was banished from the pack that I grew up in. I wanted to tell of my past and the heartbreak I went through but I guess that’s another story for next time. My concern and focus now are the rogues before me.            

 “Do it or we will kill you” one of them warn me. I let out a growl and without another word I turn around and made a dash for my life. 

I may be a coward in their eyes but I am too tired to fight and not interested to stay bound to any rogues clan. Yeah, I don’t even want to be a kiss ass. My wolf Helena cringe in disgust at the words ‘kiss ass.’ They chased me but I was too fast to be caught up with. 

After a while of running and when I know they lost me, I stop to take a deep breath.

I shifted in my human form and put on my clothes quickly. I look out for any danger before I continue to run without properly looking around my surrounding or on the ground. I stumble on something which made me trip and fall on the ground. 

When I thought I am about to kiss the dirty ground my face almost kiss a fine-looking face staring right at me instead. In a second everything stops. My heart beat is the only troubling sound ringing in my ears. My eyes widen staring right in those grey orbs. I could see my messy black straight hair sticking out everywhere and my red cheeks mirroring in those pupils. 

His eyes rolls back before it shut, pulling me out of my enthralled. I slightly shook my head and slap on my cheek. 

‘Helena tell me what was that?’ the she-devil didn’t reply.

 “How can there be a demi-god out here in the woods” I thought to myself as I lean forward to check his pulse. 

He is still alive. 

I look around and was surprise to see dead bodies of wolves lying around. How come I didn’t realize it soon? Right, I was busy drooling that’s why. Darn! Not only is he hot but also very strong. How did he take on these many rogues? I look back down at him and asses on his wounds. The cut on his side is too deep. I know its wolvesbane. 

Lucky he my wolf blood can heal the wound to prolong his pulse but we still need help. 

I force the shift of my wolf without her consent. I then scratch on my other paw and let the blood drip on his deep wound. Afterwards I shifted back to my human form and put on my clothes. I assess his wounds again and see that it’s not fully heal. My gaze travel from his wound down to his abdomen to his face which had some scratch on it.

Oh thank you goddess for not letting those vulgar rogues killed him.

His face, beautifully painted. His abs are hard. He is not too muscular but perfectly carved for me only. His lips so deliciously inviting. I shook my head again when I realized my own thoughts. 

Stupid, do not even think about it. Yet, I cannot stop me from checking him all over while the poor stranger is lying on the ground. Not to forget he is on the brink of death. 

I lick my dry lips thinking of how it would feel to be mold with mine. I lower my gaze to his chest to find it hard and that tattoo running from his arm to his chest makes it all so hot and sexy. 

“Oh damn, I think I am tripping” I shook away those sinful thoughts and rip the end of my dress to help clean his wounds with it. I then rip another piece and tie it around his wounds. 

“Oh, thank goddess! Gianna Lawson I thought you were going to strip and fuck him,” my wolf dramatically exclaimed. “Hahaha…very funny bitch. I am not that desperate” I retorted. 

“Yeah, keep telling me lies moron and don’t think I don’t know that little act you pull” she said before cutting off our link. Ughhh that wolf knows how to touch my nerve and leave afterwards. I look down to the handsome stranger and once again I feel something like a magnet pulling me to him. 

My heart beat and my body weirdly wanted to be touched by the almost dead stranger. The wetness between my legs is not helping my case. In simple words I am horny and very attracted to the man lying before me on the ground. 

I should be running after helping him but somehow I decided to stay with him. I want to see him before we depart. I didn’t want those rogues to kill such handsome brute. 

‘SLAP’ 

Again I slap my own cheek to knock some sense in me. How can I be in the right mind when the one I saved look so devilishly handsome and not forgetting this pull I felt towards him? I sigh and pull my legs against my chest. 

I don’t know how long we stay there. I tug away the piece of cloth on his wound to see if it’s heal. A twig snap and I pull away from the stranger to look up in alert.

“What are you doing?” a growl made me stop in fear. 

Oh boy, this is not good. I slowly look back and find another male hunk standing there in fury, like he want to bake me in the oven.

I stupidly reply in a stuttering voice and pointed at the demi-god beside me “stri-p-ping him”

What the hell am I saying? I clamp my mouth shut with my hands. Oh goddess help my poor horny mess up life.