Warlord's Ward

My Choice

I swung my back end around and knocked the door closed. Jerking it from his hand.

He freely let it go. Giving me severe study. "You understand what you've done, She-Wolf?"

I bobbed my head.

Walking further in, I lowered to my chest on the pile of clothes. Dropping the front of my body but leaving my backside up in offering.

He didn't hesitate. Turning he lunged across the room. Black fur peeling through his skin along his arms and shoulders then up his neck and along his cheekbones until those blue eyes were entirely surrounded by midnight fur.

Just as striking as I'd first guessed he would be.

He loped the last couple steps and climbed over me. Catching my scruff in his teeth as he slid into me again.

The night was rough.

And I was sore.

My mate returned to human form just as daylight crested.

He was exhausted and disheveled and barely managed to slump to the floor. Fur falling away and skin smoothing into the longer lines of his human form.

I changed with him. Resting next to him. Tossing a leg over his backside and draping a weak arm over his shoulder blades.

It was still early morning, a chilly one at that, when he peeled an eye open to look at me. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart."

"You did warn me."

"Yes. But I still behaved badly."

"I like to think it's because you desired me so much."

"Oh, that is a definite." He lifted his head to give me a sincere look. "Are you hurt."

"I ache."

Badly.

I wasn't sure if I could move yet.

And I'm rather afraid to try.

"Do you think you can walk with me a ways?"

"I don't know." I admitted.

He nodded. "Stay there."

He quickly dressed. Then pulled my clothing from beneath me to gingerly put it on me. Looking worried each time I gasped in pain.

"I'm so sorry." He frowned. "I wish I didn't hurt you."

"Was your wolf. And mine didn't put up much of a fight."

He smiled softly at that. "She chose to stay with me."

"She chose you." I corrected.

His grin grew bigger. Brilliant white in the foggy morning light seeping into the dark hut.

He lifted me carefully and walked me down to the river. It was quite a distance, but he did so without objecting.

Leaning me down enough to dip my feet.

"Let me see to her first." A female voice arose from behind us. "I haven't seen her yet, this morning."

I blinked at Killian.

"Who are you?" He slid protectively between she and I.

"I am the Asara Pack Healer."

A huge man materialized behind her.

Killian straightened. Pausing a moment to give him a long study.

"How are you Killboy?" The huge, scarred redhead asked.