|| Orange ||

|| 3 Chapter ||

Eyes red as rubies and burning as fire were watching him.

Time stopped. The boy, petrified, stared at them, bewitched and fascinated by their beauty.

A huge wolf appeared before the young man, trembling and frightened.

He knew he had no escape, his injuries would not even allow him to take a single step, much less run to safety.

The wolf, nearly two meters tall with shiny black fur, lowered its muzzle and began to smell the surrounding air.
The smell of blood was strong; he fixed his gaze, from the heterochromatic eyes to the naked body of the young man, scratches and deep cuts decorated that pale and thin body.

Feeling his insistent and penetrating gaze on his body, he instinctively tried to cover it as little as he could, feeling too exposed and vulnerable.

A deep, guttural growl made him desist from covering himself with the cloak, encouraging him to start backing away.
Step by step he walked away from that huge beast; his ears lowered on his head and his teeth on display, trying to make him look threatening and that, despite him being wounded and bleeding, he was still able to defend himself.

Suddenly, however, his instinct invited him to submit to the mighty creature that was advancing towards him and show her his neck as a sign of apology and respect.
Unable to stand up, he fell to the ground: his skinned knees and his hands touched the soft snow, which helped him not to hurt himself further with the hard ground.

As soon as the huge beast began to take its first steps, the young man, panting and with his heart in his throat, instinctively exposed his neck, leaving him on display in front of the animal now in front.

He felt bones break; he kept his head down: he did not dare to look up from his hands, clenched into fists to tighten the snow.
A warm breath hit his sensitive neck, making him shiver; he widened his eyes and tried as much as possible to get away.
Trying to distance himself from the individual, he lurched, falling to the ground, hitting the hard ground with his bare and delicate buttocks, causing him a new jolt of pain that went through his body, making him hiss in despair.

He returned his attention to the figure in front of him: a young man was watching him, examining him.

On his feet, he was scrutinizing him carefully for every single movement, to see what reaction the young man would have.

He was not too surprised when he saw him upset and with the intent to get away from him: a person who could change body structure, transforming himself into a wolf that, as a rule, exceeded much in size.

However, the man was the first to be surprised that the young man in front of him, despite being a werewolf, did not give off any odor.

He moved closer and lowered himself to his height, to pick him up and carry him to the herd to heal him, but before he could touch him the boy began to growl again showing his teeth, ears lowered on his head and claws in plain sight.
It was a clear warning sign: "Do you want to touch me? And I attack you."

Not tolerating his behavior anymore, he consequently showed him his teeth with already elongated canines and red eyes.

Despite his pride, nature made him subdue, making him calm down a little.

He withdrew the canines, but let the red irises shine in the night just fell.

He carefully took him in his arms, passing his arms under the knees and the back of the boy, who promptly wrapped his arms behind the man's neck, not to fall.

During the short trip, he noticed that the young man kept staring at his irises, but then he fell asleep suddenly, exhausted.