Wolf Moon - A HOT and steamy PNR Paranormal Romance

Wolf Moon - Chapter 3

'This is an extremely poor choice of night to be wandering alone,' observed Benedict, as he glanced at his watch; a heavy, undoubtedly very expensive item which he wore on his left wrist. 'Regretfully, the moor is not safe tonight.'

'It's a damn sight safer than where I was,' replied Grace darkly, trying to ignore the blister which was growing on her heel, thanks to her tightly-fitting shoes.

'Oh?'

'Yeah, I was previously in a car, just about to physically assault someone.'

'Even so, I really wouldn't feel comfortable about leaving you here, without my protection. Can I walk you back to your car?'

'I don't have one. I was in my boyfriend's car and he drove off. Although it wasn't entirely his fault,' admitted Grace quickly, as she saw Benedict's face screw up with distaste. 'I did storm off without him.'

'But still... So, where do you live?'

Grace named the nearest town which was at least ten miles away. Once again, Benedict glanced at his watch, and then up at the moon.

'When I found you, I was in the middle of...a task,' he said carefully. 'A task that I'm still obliged to fulfil with some urgency.'

Grace looked at him attentively but said nothing.

'Given it's so late, might I offer you a room for the night at my home? Then transport can be arranged for you in the morning?'

'Um...well...yes, I suppose so. Thank you.' Her response was filled with stuttering because Benedict was shrugging the thick, furry coat from his own body and placing it tenderly around her shoulders. Instantly, the heat of the garment infiltrated her frozen skin, warming her as effectively as a steaming mug of soup. Grace hugged his coat closer, acknowledging that it smelt hearteningly familiar. Like earth and nature and goodness. A wholesome smell which was as reassuringly dependable as the earth turning on its axis, providing the knowledge that each day the sun will rise and the sun will set, no matter what.

Confused, Grace shook her head with absolutely no idea where that philosophical and somewhat random thought had come from. There must have been much more booze in that punch they'd spent most of the night drinking, than she'd first thought.

'Where do you live?' she asked, trying to draw attention away from the unexpected direction her brain was attempting to take her.

'Just over one mile south west from our current position,' Benedict explained, pointing in the direction of a distant valley. At that moment, a cloud unexpectedly began to drift over the moon, darkening the sky and making it almost impossible to see. In what felt like no time at all, a sleety snow had started to drift down upon them.

'We must hurry,' he urged, although Grace wasn't sure if his insistence was for her comfort or his task.

'I'm trying,' groaned Grace, attempting to step up the pace, while hiding the pain that dared to cross her features. 'But I can't go any faster in these heels.'

'I understand. Would you permit me to carry you?'

It was a request that Grace would normally refuse, but taking everything into account, it was actually quite a sensible suggestion. She quietly accepted the offer and before she knew it, Grace had been lifted tenderly into his powerful arms. For balance, she wrapped an arm around Benedict's shoulders, encountering rippling muscles beneath the soft material of the shirt she clung onto.