Book 1
Ranked #1 in badboys: May 2018
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The Wulf family is infamous in the werewolf community. Their family was the first. The origins of their kind. They are more aggressive and beastly. Their wolves more ruthless and blood thirsty. Th...
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Rage slipped through the motel door he kicked it closed behind him. He wasn't quite sure how he had managed to get his key from his pocket and open the door without waking or dropping the female in his arms.
Stalking over to the bed, he placed her on top of the unmade bed, a bad habit he had always had. Leaving her there he entered the bathroom, flicking on the fluorescent light, searching for the first aid kit.
He gripped it tightly as he left the bathroom and moved back to the bed.
Gently he rolled her onto her side to get a view of one hip, the claw marks were deep and he frowned at the idea of them causing scars, but they had stopped bleeding. He cursed as he noticed the content of the kit, only general size band-aids wherein there and a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide, he was just going to have to make do.
Returning to the bathroom he grabbed one of the washcloths and once back next to the bed he poured some peroxide onto it before dabbing it onto the scratches.
He moved slowly, waiting for her to move, or flinch as he made a web of band aid's, attempting to keep the sticky parts out of the wound, but she didn't. She stayed sound asleep as he rolled her over and did the same on her left side. He flinched for her as he pulled the sheet from sticking to her, he knew that if she were awake she would have felt as if he pulled off a fresh scab.
Once both her wounds were covered in makeshift badges, he rolled her onto her back and pulled the covers over her.
He watched as she shifted and snuggled deeper into the blanket, her head tightly pressed into the pillow. He couldn't help but wonder what this little she-wolf had been through, something told him a lot.
Pulling one of the chairs from the corner of the room, he placed it next to the bed, he had no intention of sleeping with this little she-wolf poised in his bed.
Whining she shifted again pulling the blankets to her nose, her brown waves splaying out across the pillow. He could not deny that she was beautiful, someone he may have pursued if he had been looking for a mate, but he wasn't, might never.
He watched her silently, studying her. She seemed so innocent and pure. An anger flared in him as he thought of what that Rouge would have done to her if he wouldn't have been here. If he wouldn't have decided to stop in this little human town.
He couldn't help but be surprised as her gold eyes opened.
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