Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Ryker

I wasn't seeing through my own eyes as I watched the corner of Grayson's lips twitch up in a restrained grateful smile. A very very small smile, but one nonetheless. 

Blinking, Jagger ended the image in our bond and looked at me directly.

His green eyes flashed with something like hope.

"I want to see her do that again." Finn said with a tiny bit of awe in his voice.

A dopey smile covered my face. I did that. I made Grayson smile.

I could feel her slipping and I had reached out without really thinking about it. But when my powers had made contact with her bare skin, I couldn't pull away.

My acrobat class was Air, and mostly manifested with the use of throwing up physical shields. When Grayson was right in front of me though, and I knew that I had to do something. Being gentle, and precise was not usually in my wheelhouse. Especially not soothing.

I was instantly jealous of other Royals being graced with mentally soothing and healing Air quirks.

But when I felt Grayson's muscles start to relax underneath my powers touch - which might as well have been my physically touching her by how much I felt it - I couldn't imagine touching her any other way.

If she needed soft and calm, I would smooth my jagged edges.

My hand swiped at my mouth, making the smile disappear from my lips. I had been thinking practically non-stop about Jagger's words from Monday. Something stirred in my chest as an uneasy feeling swept through me.

At first, I didn't know what to think of Grayson.

But her absence over the last few days cemented a longing to see her inside of me. I sure as fuck didn't know what it meant, but I wasn't about to go against a gut feeling. Especially when it came to Grayson.

I couldn't place my finger on what it was about this girl, but I was hoping that answers would come along soon enough.

The most pressing being if she had a dormant wolf.

Yet, the only answer I really cared about right now was if she was indeed being sexually assaulted, who the ever-living fuck it was.

My upper lip twitched as I thought about letting my fangs loose.

The only reason Jagger wasn't going feral with rage right now was that he couldn't smell what I could.

The heavy scent of vinegar stuck to Grayson like a second skin. My gums ached with the effort to keep my fangs concealed. Hot, tangy vinegar. The scent of abuse and violation.

I surged my power towards her again, not near enough to alert her of it, but to carry the scent towards me again. I knew she wouldn't notice because I had already done this a hundred times already today.

I encouraged the wind to pull the scent still clinging to her towards my nose.

I was going to memorize this scent and I was going to fucking destroy who it belonged to.

Old dying trees, and molding moss. A deep vile stench no doubt belonging to a vile person. Maybe our witch.

The scent clinging to Grayson's small body was faint, like she had tried to wash it off from her deliciously soft curves-

I opened a mindlink just between Jagger and I.

"J."

"Mhm." Jagger responded, not looking back at me. He continued to stare at the side of Grayson's head, not ashamed of openly gawking at her. I could tell that it grated at her nerves, but that seemed to be their relationship. Jagger would annoy her, and Grayson would stubbornly ignore him. Somehow it worked. Grayson trusted him more than any of us, it seemed.