How much can love save?
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Leila is torn between keeping away from her mate and saving her Pack. She believes staying away from him is best for the both of them. But the only way she stands a chance at protecting the people she loves is if she accept...
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~MAX
It was for a short while until we went back to the usual problems we still faced but I wanted to spend as much time as I wanted with her.
Natasha and I took our wolves on a run during the festival. The air vibrated with excitement and energy. More wolves could be heard in every corner of the woods. Nick wasn't sure about dimming the woods safe tonight, but since there would be several wolves in the forest, we would watch each other's backs.
I stayed in the proximity of my mate's scent. Natasha's wolf looked excited, rubbing her fur on mine every once in a while, rendering me senseless. I lowered my speed to level hers, and I loved that she tried to chase me with it. She was adorable.
Her wolf was adorable. With the light brown fur with some stripes of black.
Natasha and I had been spending ample time together besides the training. The training had been going well and she'd been improving. At least she didn't have her ass handed to her the next time Nick demanded a spar with her. She didn't beat him but she was good--good enough to impress him. Other than that, I had been taking her on multiple dates and getting to know her. She beamed in all of them and I was sure she made an effort to wash her hair with that strawberry shampoo in every one of them.
I liked it.
I once took her to an open art gallery, and I had never seen her so excited. She smiled all the while until her face reddened--until she complained of her cheeks hurting--until she started sobbing on a sad painting.
Goddess knew I didn't understand anything on that painting but she sobbed, telling me it was sad--trying to make me understand how sad it was but in vain.
I would never understand art.
My all-time favourite was pottery. The ones where mates made them together. I was so bad at it that she had to tell me to pretend to make it while she remained the one doing the rest of the work. I enjoyed the mess we made--well, I made--and how she giggled in every one of them. I enjoyed how dirty our hands got and how I would purposely wipe my face just to dirty it and have her wipe it off.
Huh! I loved that.
But we had our piece delivered and kept in her room.
Until Nick decided he wanted to go with Leila in the future. You could imagine what I did.
Yes...I rolled my eyes.
I would say this was the best run I had ever had in my life. It was a few hours to dawn when Natasha and I sneaked inside the mansion to get some sleep before sunrise. But as soon as I forced myself into her room, I started messing with her palates and brushes. I knew I was horrible with them, but I asked her if I could paint her. She just laughed and agreed. In a few minutes, it became a mess of paint with her trying to correct my mistakes.
