Ravaged Wolf - Book 6

Chapter 32

I stare up at Dmitri, my jaw slack in stunned silence as I take in the words that had just slipped from his mouth.

"Are you serious?" I squeak.

"Let's go home and I'll explain everything to you." He murmurs, opening the door for me.

I nod briefly, suddenly losing the ability to speak as my mind races.

Dmitri had met me when I was seven! How did I not remember his face?

Staring out the window, I wonder if my parents had moved to Mountain Crest because of Dmitri. I always remembered being happy in the pack I was born into and not wanting to go to Mountain Crest as a child.

Was it because I knew Dmitri then?

I feel myself shaking my head; I was way too young to be able to know that he was my mate back then, the bond only comes apparent at the age of eighteen.

As soon as we cross the border and I hear not so distant howling coupled with the distinctive scent of the Blood Moon pack, I finally know I'm home.

I'm not even given the chance to glance at the pack who were now gathered near Dmitri's parked car as he opens the door for me and picks me up, taking me all the way into his home and up the stairs.

I'm placed back on the floor of his dark bedroom and I instantly start to pace as Dmitri sits on the bed.

"Start from the very beginning." I say.

FLASHBACK

Dmitri had been staying low for the past couple of years, keeping a low profile in DarkForest Pack as he re grouped and looked for a way to control his inner demons. The members of the pack thought he was a broken man who had involved himself in the killing of his former pack, the pack that his family had raised him in.

They didn't know what happened that night.

The Alpha of DarkForest Pack was kind enough to let Dmitri stay temporarily, but that was only if he could stay calm enough to not kill anyone in the pack; the Alpha knew of the deep settled rage within Dmitri that was hard to control when released.

As the sun beat down on his back, Dmitri tried to concentrate on the splintered tree before him; he'd been using it as a punching bag for the last half hour and stopping only to let his knuckles heal.

A small mewling noise and a scent that made his wolf stir restlessly makes Dmitri pause, the broken skin around his knuckles knotting together. He turns towards the flowery scent, inclining his head to the side as Dmitri walks towards it.

The mewling sound turns into soft cries as Dmitri nears what sounded like a female. Brushing away the nettles and ignoring the fiery stinging pain that only lasted a second, Dmitri walks into a clearing where a little girl was sat with crossed legs on the long grass, cradling something close to her chest.

He sucks in a deep breath when her scent wracks through his soul, his wolf snarling and growling the word mate and nudging him forward.

She's just a child! Dmitri screams to his wolf.

The little girl barely looked eleven, she wouldn't recognise him as her mate and he wouldn't do something so perverted.

His inner demons weren't like that, they only thirsted for blood.

Clenching his jaw and stamping down his frantic wolf, Dmitri walks forward and slowly approaches the girl who was still crying softly, her dirty blonde hair in two messy pigtails and tears rolling down the rounded tanned cheeks.

Dmitri awkwardly clears his throat, never knowing how to deal with children, and holds his hand up to show that he meant to harm.

She sniffled up at him and stares for a while, her big light brown eyes studying him for a moment before holding out her cupped hands to him.