Tamer Of Wolves

~Cannot be Unseen~

Italics- mind-link

Marina's POV

What the hell just happened?!

I put on my clothes at lightning speed, and I practically jog out of the shower room.

Where the hell is that prick?! Aruba yells in my head.

I can feel the water in my hair start to soak the back of my shirt, but I don't care. I want to find that peeping tom and ask him what the hell that was all about.

I storm out of the hallway labeled Bathrooms/Showers and look around. That's when I see him. Or really, them. I see the Peeper trying to push two other men out of the hotel doors. One of the other men, the youngest-looking one, sees me and points to me. The Peeper and the second man look at me. We all just stare at each other for a couple seconds. Damn! Why are they so handsome?

Are. You. Shitting. Me. Right now?! He just peeped on you naked and now you think he and his hooligan friends are handsome?! I flinch at my wolf's harsh scolding and I completely agree with her.

Breaking my gaze with the Three Stooges, I turn towards the elevator and I mash the 'up' button as hard as I can. The door finally slides open and I practically jump into the elevator and I'm mashing the button for floor 5. Before the door closes, my wolf-enhanced hearing catches the youngest man asking, "Who was that?" Then the Peeper's response.

"That, boys, was the Wolf Tamer."

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Again with the Wolf Tamer.

I run to my room, card key in hand. I frantically try to get it open. When I do, I burst into the room. My eyes scan the room for Mrs. Valésquez, but she's left. I sit down on the bed, and I think.

The Wolf Tamer. How would he have known I was the Wolf Tamer? I remember Forrest telling me that I was the Wolf Tamer, but that he also never got to tell me what that meant. I rake my fingers through my still-soaked hair, and I get up and grab my brush.

I'm brushing my hair and drying it when I hear a knock at my door. I tense immediately, my heartbeat quickening. I inhale, recognizing the scent. It's the Peeper, I realize with a sickening feeling. I quietly crouch down to my bed and pull my Bowie knife from my backpack.

Let me at that bastard! Aruba demands me, getting into battle stance.

I cautiously step towards the door. I look through the peephole and, sure enough, he's there.

Now that the fiasco in the showers is over, I can finally take a good look at him. His golden-brown hair is slightly tussled, no doubt from the scare of seeing me naked. I shudder at the memory, and I hear Aruba growl at the fact that another man that was not our mate saw us naked. I shrug it off and continue to look at the man standing outside my door. He has eyes that look as if they're green mixed with gray, and he has mild stubble that gives him the roguish-bad boy look. Overall, not that bad to look at.

Oh brother! You've got to be kidding me. Just open the damn door already and let me tear his balls off! Aruba yells, itching for the barrier between me and the Peeper to be removed.

No. You need to calm your pits, Aruba. And besides, it would seem a little bizarre if a giant wolf just appeared suddenly in the middle of a hotel and attacked a man, I remind her. At that, my wolf grumbles her discontent and impatiently awaits my decision.

Suddenly, the Peeper's voice sounds from through the door, causing me to slightly jump.

"Look, I'm sorry! I'm sorry about what happened in the showers! I-I didn't mean to walk in on you like that! And if it makes you feel any better, I didn't see anything," he confesses.