Chapter 3

I stared at the man standing before me with fear written all over me, I could feel sweat breaking through my skin, my body scrolling at our closeness to each other, he paid no attention to his sister, his eyes digging deep into my soul as if searching for the truth. I knew nothing of my family’s business, yes I was aware of their schedule and guests it has something to do with the missing female wolves but I had nothing tangible to back that theory of mine. He walks closer to me taking his hands away from the little girl, she stares at me with a look more like 

“‘he is your problem now”’ and runs away Before I could utter another word, I heard the thundering sound of the door closing and engulfing just me and this man. What was I to say to him, that I was innocent? Who will believe me? How can I believe when I am a copper, no one outside my clan knew of me, yes they knew of Ciranda, my father had him tack along to every meeting he attended, every deal shared, and every friendship pack. He was known all over the supernatural realm. Very few remember he came with a twin at birth.

“‘Little wolf are you scared of me?”’ Mckenny golden inch closer reducing the gap between us. A silly question, wasn't the sweat on my face evident enough he was scaring the skeleton out of my body? I could not move backward as I had reached the end of the room without realizing it. A wide grin on his face, he looked even more gorgeous with evil.

 “‘Weent you told you are not allowed to think of such with your mate around?”’ I do not understand what he meant, what, mate? He wasn't my mate, but I wouldn't mind having him for a night if he agreed.

 “‘I don’t mind too”’ 

“‘What did you say? What are you talking about”’ my fist ended up in his chest and I forgot they were meant to push him away from me. His smooth body was everything, his broad chest and shoulder felt so good under the touch of my palms. This wasn't me, something was wrong with me.

 I have been with men and I have seen men but not for once have I been obsessed with a man as I was with the stading right before me. I wanted every inch of him. He wasn't my mate, was he? I try clearing my head of such thoughts but the harder it hits back. I had no control over my body and its actions, my hands traveled from his chest down to his waist. It was smooth, I traced a line around it. 

“‘Shit, your heating” his wounds sounded like an echo. I felt more like I was miles away from him yet so close. I reached out for his golden hair, soft and silky, I have only ever had the opportunity to brush my hands through my own hair and it was not a good feeling as I barely washed it clean with just water. 

His hair felt so good, I could play with it all day and still not get tired. He sweeps me off my feet and places me on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom. He was gone, but the memories stayed with me. His touch, his smile, his body. My body grew hot and sweaty, I could explain what was happening to me, but in less than a few minutes he was back and scooped me into his arms again, how strong was he? I know he can carry me all day and I won't touch the floor. He gently lowered my body into the bathing tub which was covered in ice water, it became hot in barely just seconds. What was happening to me? 

“‘Seranda, you have to clear your mind, your heating, and since it is your first it will hurt in a while. Hold me tight okay”’ I thought he was joking but then came the wave of pain, it felt like a million daggers had been punched into my heart at once. How was he so aware of all this and I knew nothing about it? No one ever told me about this, what in the name of the moon goddess is heating?

We stared in the same position for what seemed like ages, the pain was immense, I had never felt anything like it before, I felt my bones cracking, but it was more like they grew and gave way to something. I saw a tail, yes I tail. White and my hands were now paws, red at the send with black dots decorating it. “‘Wow”’ he exclaimed, his eyes holding something in them, he looked at me more like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. 

“‘Would you want to see how you look?”’ he asks and I simply reply with a nod. I was dying to see what my wolf form was. I have seen my mother and father turn a couple of times but they looked anything but cute, my mom has grey fur, with blackshot eyes, she looked more like a demon when she transformed and so did my father. He carried me yet again but this time in a big towel, my body, or rather my fur was covered and drenched with water. He dried me with the towel. He still looked cute. I couldn't feel the pain, it was gone but I still found him cute and attractive. If he were to be a meal I would eat his without hesitation.

 “‘You really need to stop thinking about such, I can barely contain myself”’ his voice was stern but friendly, and I knew he was not joking. Mcekney carried me out of the bathroom and we walked back to the bedroom, he gently put me down on my four and turned and drew the curtains. His room was covered in mirrors, and the walls shined brightly and beautifully. I looked so pretty nothing like my parents. White fur with red eyes, I appear to be a fox than a wolf.

‘’You’re beautiful”