Wave of Hope

A Wolf

Elijah's POV

The amount of anger I am feeling right now cannot be described. I can feel my teeth throbbing and aching to bury into whatever bastard fucking dared to hurt my mate.

My fists are no doubt oozing blood from punching the tree and ground so much.

I'm still crouched on the ground trying to gain control of myself again when I feel a small, soft hand lightly touch my cheek.

My head snaps up and my dark red eyes meet with the most dazzling green eyes I have ever seen.

At that moment when I looked into her calm green eyes it was like seeing her for the first time all over again.

Her beautiful brown hair with strands falling into her face as she crouches next to me. Her adorable button nose that crinckles when shes trying to think.

I freeze and watch her lovely eyes shift back and forth on mine.

My wolf calms emensly and silently reaches out to pull the enticing angel closer to us.

I feel myself shift around so I'm now sitting criss cross but I don't see or hear anything other than my angel. I don't feel the leaves and branches stabbing into my butt, I feel my baby's soft skin connecting with mine.

I don't dare move my eyes from her in fear of her disappearing. I don't dare let go of her in fear of her leaving or pulling away.

But she doesn't. She allows me to pull her closer. She allows me to sit her on my lap.

She doesn't make a single move of protest when I gently tilt her head and pull her neck closer to my face.

I take in a deep wonderful breath of her scent and I can't help the moan that comes out.

I take in another deep breath then squeeze her as close to me as possible. My face is still buried in her neck and I can't help but have to lick where her neck curves in.
I hear her make a little gasping sound and smile to myself in satisfaction.

I do it again but this time I start kissing the spot too. Her hand grips my shirt tighter and when I move my angle slightly so I can see her face I notice that she has her eyes closed.

The wolf part of me is starting to slip again but this time for an entirly different reason.

I look back to the shiny spot I was focusing on and I get this sudden urge to hide her, to protect her at all costs. No man can touch her. No man that even fucking thinks about harming a single cell on her body knows the hell that is going to rain down on them.

Harmed.

Someone hurt my baby already. Someone made my angel go through pain not even I could imagine. Someone gave my angel scars.

But what puzzles me the most is that someone gave my angel scars that form into the shape of a wolf.