Craig’s P.O.V
The scent of hers filled my head, and I pulled her closer. Her lips full in mine and yet I couldn’t get enough. I placed my hand on her waist to hold her close to me, while the other rested at the small of her back. She moaned in my mouth, and the sound sent a thrill down my blood to my cock. I haven’t felt like this before. I feel like consuming her, but I didn’t want to rush her. I took it slow. I felt her hand in my hair, and I groan. My hand moved to her tight; I felt the mark she so wanted to know about. It felt warm under my palm, and it felt as if it was always meant to be part of her. My hand traced it, slowly. But then she pushed me away. She stepped back, taking in a deep breath. Her lower lip was swollen from the kiss, while her cheeks flushed red, probably from embarrassment. Somehow while we were kissing, she had dropped the knife. She picked it up, apologizing. I turned away from her, trying to relieve myself of the boner I have around her. How was I supposed to help her when her scent fills every part of me? I tried to think of something else, but all I could think was the softness of her lips on mine, which wasn’t helping my condition in any way. I took deep breath and force myself to picture my uncle’s face. Just like I had imagined, it worked, making me feel like a bucket of cold water was poured on me. I turned to see her fondling with the knife. She looked cuter than before, and I cursed. If she truly was my mate, it was more reason I had to teach her to protect herself. I came from a dangerous family. “I’m sorry.” She looked up at me and blinked. I had no idea what she was expecting to see from me, but she nodded. “I’m sorry, too.” I nodded. “Let’s try it again. This time listen to me.” She nodded again. She held the knife like a total novice, and her stance was the type that could easily make her fall. I had no idea why no one taught her to protect herself, but it was a bad idea on their part. I moved closer behind her, forcing myself to resist the urge to touch her. The urge to kiss her lips until it was swollen under mine. The urge to touch the mark on her tight and find out exactly how it was shaped. I tried not to focus on the feel of her hand on mine, especially when she fidgets on the knife. My hand covered her small own, and I helped her hold the knife properly, “You make sure to avoid touching the sharp edged, but you shouldn’t let your hand be too far. Make sure it’s settled in between with a balance.” She copied my action; her eyes sharp on my hand, but I couldn’t help but notice how our heart beat as one. It was rare but ours did. It was another thing we have in common apart from the rare blue eyes. Once I saw that she was holding it better, I let go off her hand slowly, “Yes, you got it.” I moved back, immediately missing the warmth her body gave mine. My wolf whines wanting to be close to her, and I get it was because she was our mate. But I couldn’t just break it to her now, not when she just passed through a trauma from a supposed mate. My moved until I was facing her. Then I picked up my knife, copying the move I had taught her. “Now, you familiarize yourself with it. You swing your hand like you aren’t holding anything.” She nodded, and did just that, only for the knife to be thrown on the fall. She frowned and picked it up, again. She tried it again and again, and soon she started getting it. I sat on the floor chewing on a grape I had picked up along the way. I watched her swing her arm and her tiny waist. If there was something I would commend about her, it was her determination. She clearly looked like she had someone she wanted to arm with the knife. Soon, she was panting and swinging. I stood up to stop her. “It’s okay. You’ve done enough for the day.” She shook her head, “I can still go. I don’t want to be the weak wolf that can’t protect herself.” I nodded as I understood her. I was once that. I was once the weak wolf that couldn’t protect myself, but no more. “You’re not weak. “I am. I can’t even protect myself back at home. I had to run for my life.” I collected the knife from her, “Sometimes when we run, it’s not because we are weak. It’s just to re-strategize. It shows that battle wasn’t worth fighting at that point.” Finally, she let her eyes land on mine, and she nodded. She sat on the floor, panting. “Thank you.” I nodded, and threw a grape at her, but she frowned, “I’m thirsty.” “We need to get moving. We need to find a source of water and get ahead of our journey.” She nodded. I knew she was tired from training, but we needed to move. She sat up and we started walking again. Her scent was a constant reminder of the food displayed before me but I can’t touch. We were well far away from her former pack, but still far enough to get closer to any other pack bother. We haven’t seen any other sign of living thing apart from our dinner last night. She tumbled and almost fell on the floor. I moved faster and held her waist, before she fall face flat on the floor. She heaved a deep sigh, “I’m sorry; just too thirsty.” I nudged her up, “Don’t worry. We’re almost at a stream. I can smell a faint scent of freshness.” She grumbled, “I can hear footsteps.” I looked around. There was no one here but we “Are you sure?” “My sense of hearing is perfect.” I didn’t have any cause to argue with her, so I nodded. “Okay. We just have to be careful.” Just then she almost dropped on the floor from fatigue. She forced herself up, “I’ll be okay, when I take a little drop of water.” But before they could take a step further, they were surrounded.Freda’s P.O.VThe air felt husky, and my throat was as dry as a dessert. I’ve never gone this far without water, so it was a very strange feeling. Yet, I widened my eyes, and I held my knife the way Craig had taught me, while my gaze slowly moved to those that had suddenly surrounded us. They were five this time, and I had a feeling it would be difficult for Craig to beat this group all alone. I might have only learnt about swinging my knife, but I would rather die than watch him fight alone. One of the wolf, who was slightly dressed up than the others, stood upright – the others maintained a fighting stance – and addressed us.His gaze moved slowly from Craig to me, but this time not in lust, but something like curiosity. His gaze stopped at Craig as he questioned, “Who are you?”Craig, ever the guarded guy, frowned at his question, “I could ask you the same.”The guy chuckled, “You’re on my territory. And no one passes through here without answering to me.”I looked around. There
This was the night; it was the night I had waited for all my life. I had counted the days and time until this particular moment. I stood before the mirror, smoothing out my long blue dress; it was my choice for my birthday and mating celebration. I had always thought of blue as colors that represent perfection; which meant tonight would be nothing but perfection. My eighteenth birthday, the night I’d finally find my mate, and begin my journey as a united pair. And probably start my role as the future Luna of our pack; the Sun Blood Pack. Adrian, the next alpha of our pack was rumored to be my match. Every female’s dream, but specifically mine because he was the one person I’ve been crushing on. As I gazed at my reflection, a shiver ran down my spine. This was it. The start of my new life.But as I turned to leave, a searing pain shot through my tight. I gasped, clutching at the spot. A bold, crimson mark had appeared on my tight. I parted the slit of my dress, and stare at the mark,
Craig’s P.O.VMy eyes never left those marks; there could be no way I was wrong about the mark. It was something I had always looked at while studying about the Sliver Blood Pack. I hadn’t met anyone in the pack myself, but I had learnt about every pack since I was the next alpha of the Moon Blood Pack. “Do you know about this mark?” Her voice sounded urgent now. Ever since she stepped into this room her heart beat had being high, but it has strangely accelerated, even though she was no longer on the chase. Finally, I took my eyes off the mark, to stare at the deep brown eyes that looked like I could easily get lost in them. “I might be wrong.”She moved closer to me. “I know you know about it. You recognized it the moment you saw it.” She tilted her head aside, “Tell me all you know about it.”I sighed. I couldn’t be bothered about her inquiries. It could only be a mistake; the last member of the pack had died twenty years ago. This lady looked nothing close to twenty, plus she do
Freda’s P.O.V My body ached from the lack of rest; I could barely sleep as I tossed around trying to figure out things about this newly discovered Sliver Blood Pack. I had stayed awake till daybreak. I tried to note down what Craig had told me, but I needed to know more. I needed to know if I was truly part of the pack or this mark was a cursed. If it was a curse, how was I supposed to cure it?My dress was dry, so I had changed from Craig’s shirt into the dress. “Where are you going so early?” His voice startled me. Not quite long his eyes were closed, so I had no idea he had woke up. I turned back to see his blue eyes dancing in amusement. “I’m going to the Sliver Moon Pack abandoned town.”He leaned on the bed, making no move to stand up. “And do you have any idea where that is?”I frowned. I had been more obsess with finding out things about the pack, that I had made the mistake that I only knew what Craig had told me about the pack, and the only person I knew right now that
Freda’s P.O.V The gush of fresh air hit my face, making me inhale deeply. Unlike the last time I stepped here, the land was dry now, making the green of the grass bright and the floor sandy under my feet. I looked towards the left and right, having no idea which place led to my home. “That’s the way towards Sun Blood pack, and that…” he pointed towards the opposite of the Sun Blood Pack, “is the way towards our unknown destination.”I frowned, “How did you know?”He pulled a small bag from behind him, and brought out a small paper he started studying, “Thankfully, I have the smaller version of our map. It’s an old edition, so it also contained the Sliver Blood Pack abandoned town. Are we going to move or do you have more question?”I shook my head following him as he headed towards that direction without waiting for my response. Soon, the floor became less sandy and started filling up with more rocks. The green leaves that I had been taller than, started sprouting higher, making it
Craig’s P.O.V “You’re a healer.”My eyes trained on the lady staring at me. Her eyes shone light blue, something similar to mine but different. I have read about the Sliver blood pack, but I didn’t read anything about them being a healer, but again, the things I had read about the pack was limited because I had thought them to be extinct.She moved backward and unconsciously sat on the floor, her gaze so focused on her hand. “Ho… How?” She spluttered in confusion. I sat up, wishing I have some of the collection of books that sat in my library back at home here with me. It would be a good time to research if this power was associated with the Sliver Blood pack or it was something unique to her. Firstly, it was rare to see a healer and any pack would do anything to have a healer in their midst. I held her hand before she could protest, “What did you do?”Her gaze moved to her hand and back to my healed arm. She opened her mouth and closed it back, saying nothing. I picked up the s
Freda’s P.O.VI ran. There was nothing chasing me, but rather there was something calling unto me. A white wolf sat at the edge of a cave; the cave was located at the end of a mountain, and it seemed like a difficult place to stay. It seemed any movement from it might make it fall; yet, it looked like the wolf was calling to me to help. My legs carried me as fast as it could until I was standing close to the cave – that was when I saw the lines surrounding the cave – there was broken line and any mis-step will make it fall. I groaned testing my leg on it and moved back as it shook. The wolf remain seated staring at me with deep blue eyes – help me. I frowned. It hadn’t open it’s mouth but I could hear it speak to me. I looked around for anything or anyone to help us, but we were all alone. ‘Help me, so I can come to you.’ She said. Her voice full of anguish in my heart, and seeing it trapped the way it was brought tears to my eyes. Suddenly, the world started shaking. There was