The Alpha's Rare Wolf...

Sexy Gun Holders...

Chapter 8

I felt like I was lying on a feather, a soft light weightless feather. The urge to just lay here was undeniable, but didn’t I fall asleep in the clearing? Since when was a clearing for of twigs and leaves spine-scorching?

In the state of panic I flew up from where I was just recently laying only to fall face first onto a plush maroon coloured carpet. Groggily I lifted my body off of the ground to find myself situated into a bedroom and I had been lying on a four poster bed with now the sheets unmade and tatted. The room was actually quite alright looking with a black and white colour scheme and some touches of dark browns and reds in some places, having the design of a guest bedroom. Thankfully I was still clothed in the clothing I had, had on before.

Sharpening my senses with my now extra werewolf abilities searching for any movement around the house, seeing if I was in any danger at all just to be cautious you never know what could happen. Hearing movement downstairs, I slowly walked out of the guest bedroom finding a baseball bat on the landing. Whoever this persons’ house is should learn to keep weapons like these in a better place who knows who would be able to use it on them, especially if you like to pick strangers up who are sleeping on the forest floor.

Tip-toeing down the stair at the end or the hallway, keeping the bat in a ready position ready to swing at the fool who takes kidnapping as a hobby, finding myself at the bottom of the staircase, choosing to go left where I had heard shuffling from be as quite as possible. If I do say so myself I would be one heck of a ninja or a cop, fighting dirt bags for a living I should really take that as a career.

As I had been in my little fantasy world I hadn’t noticed that I had now entered the kitchen until someone had spoken out. “Darling if you’re going to hit someone with a bat might as well do it before they notice that you’ve been standing there for two minutes already. Really takes away the surprise attack.” Blushing furiously slowly I lowered the bat.

Looking up to the person who had spoken, a man in his early thirties stood leaning against the island with a coffee in his hand and a smirk on his lips. “Well yeah maybe I should work on that.” I mumbled feeling embarrassed. Maybe I shouldn’t become a ninja but maybe a cop I can get my own gun, those bad boys are just wow. I don’t even care even if your a chick with a gun, your sexy.

Handing me a cup of coffee he then grabbing his own gesturing me to sit in the stool opposite him, “So now I’m guessing your going to ask why your here and how did you get here? Am I right?”

“Bingo!” I cheered taking a seat slowly sipping the caffeine goodness the coffee provided me.

“Ok, well my name is Paul; I’m the healer for Midnight Warrior pack. I had found you sleeping on the floor in a clearing at the far back of the territory, being the nice man I am I had brought you back here seeing as your not a rouge I couldn’t just leave you there. So here you are,” he explained.

“Do you know who I am?” I questioned feeling weary of the answer.

“Of course, there isn’t a soul that doesn’t know who you are. Your Alpha Coleman’s mate, who wouldn’t know who the greatest alpha’s mate.” Fiddlesticks.