Instinct of the Wild

wither

I SWEAR TO GOD, WHY ARE SO MANY PROTAGONISTS/MAIN CHARACTERS OF STORIES NAMED SCARLETT

LITERALLY FOUND 5 IN THE SPANCE OF HALF AN HOUR.

I UPDATED TWICE IN 1 DAY 

next update will probably come tomorrow

(just know that all of this is because of the many votes and reads I received since the last chapter)

_____ \('.')/ (thought the above picture was very adorable. bless, bitten) *UNEDITED*

The jostling and uncomfortable stiffness of my joints had me waking up and glaring daggars at the man whose arms I was currently residing in. The least he could have done was walk back instead of joging,  maybe showing me and my sore body just a little bit of courtesy. 

"I can probably manage to walk now." I interrupted his dark stare into the woods as he hopped over roots and maneuvered between trees.

"You're hurt." He gave a pointed look at my arm and leg before returning his gaze to the path. I followed his gaze and sucked in a gasp. 

Blood oozed from numerous puncture wounds on my arm, and there were patches of dried blood soaked into the sleeves of my sweater. Fingering at one of the holes I lifted it to peer at the masacre my flesh probably was underneath. Torn skin hung off a few of the puntures, but most of them where just flesh wounds. But my leg was far worse than my arms. Blood was still freely flowing from the wound, dripping down my leg and probably staining Atlas' skin.  The skin was shredded, and the holes were much larger and deeper-- probably due to the amount of tugging and adjusting the wolf had done while dragging me along the forest floor. A ripped piece of fabric I recognized as part of my previously discarded sweatpants was tied just above the wound, limiting the blood flow to the rest of the limb. It was obviously Atlas' doing, and I had to admit I was pretty grateful.

I started to feel the pain, the sting of the wounds, and the further we walked, the more it grew unbearable. I knew wolves had pretty great immune systems, but what if I contracted  rabies? I grew panicked at the thought and began to squirm in Atlas' grip.

"Stop moving." he commanded, shooting me a glare that had me freezing like I was dunked in a bucket of nitrogen. Where had that 180 degree mood flip come from? He had been well-natured before, but now he was turning into that domineering male cast that a lot of males developed. 

I frowned and looked up at him, studying his face. He had stubble scouring his jaw, chin, and upper lip, making him appear more rugged; and, I'll admit, a bit more drool-worthy than before. His adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, and I traced the movement with my eyes. His neck tapered into his broad shoulders, which were slick with sweat. My gaze followed a particularly thick drop as it slid down his bronze skin and between his pecs. It disappeared as it passed me and I had the urge to follow it further when a very uncomfortable thought shot its way into my mind. He was naked. Bare-a$$ naked. 

I swallowed thickly and felt a heatness gathering in my abdomen along with a tightness in the muscles. I clenched my legs together, realizing I was only in panties and a sweater. Soaked panties. No, no, stop thinking about it, I chastised myself, squeezing my eyes closed. 

A groan came from the chest pressing against me and my eyes immediately shot up to his very beautiful face. "Stop, or I won't wait until the ceremony." My brow furrowed in confusion. "I will take you right here, in the middle of the woods, if you don't stop with that.. smell."  He wrinkled his nose and his eyes rolled back as he inhaled. "Your smell is absolutely fascinating- I've never smelt something so strong."