My Werewolf,His Mate.

Nightmare and clothes.

She was running through a forest. The thick brush of green and dark oak trees was just a blur as she ran past. Her bare feet slapping loudly on the ground, the twigs breaking underneath her, cutting the bottom of her already bloody foot. Her breath came out in harsh pants, a visible cloud of smoke from the cold night air. Her heart was stuttering, it was beating so fast she thought it would burst. But she couldn’t stop.  If she stopped, she would die. She cried out as she fell, falling face first down the incline of leaves and grass. She landed harshly on her stomach, the few breaths of air she had left whooshing out of her. She had to move, every fiber of her being telling her so. But she couldn’t. She was shaking uncontrollably, from pushing her body’s limit and from the fear that had her frozen. She cried softly as she heard him stop just before her. She could see his boots in front of her nose, as he softly tucked away the tangled strand of her hair. She shivered from the touch. He was going to kill her now.

“Poor thing,” His dark silky voice cooed mockingly. “You almost got away.”

She closed her eyes, feeling disgusted as his cold lips brushed against her ear.  

“Now you will die.” His breath was foul; it made her sick as he whispered her fate. He wrapped his hands around her throat, lifting her upper body as he tilted her neck to the side. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent as he pressed his lips against her neck.

“You’ll be mine forever my dear, sweet Jaylynn.”

He reared his head back, opening his mouth wide as he prepared to end her. Her blue eyes connected with yellow just as he plunged into her jugular. The sound of the anguished wolf’s howl, echoing in her ears.

 

Jaylynn woke up in a gasp, sweat pouring off her from the nightmare, making her clothes stick to her dampen body. She takes in her surrounding, still in a panic from the dream. Feeling the familiar weight of Cannon’s arm draped possessively over her waist she relaxes slightly. She closes her eyes, taking in broken deep breaths of air to calm her heart.  Once she’s calm again, she slowly sits up careful not to wake Cannon.

What the hell was that?

She knew it was a nightmare, so why couldn’t she shake the feeling that it was more than that? She looked down at her hands, noticing that they were still shaking she clenched them into fists. It didn’t help, they still shook.

She glared at her hands for a minute, and then jumped a foot in the air when a large hands covered hers. She managed to catch her startled scream in her throat and instead let out a quick gasp.  

“Sorry.” Cannon said softly, his voice husky from sleep. Jaylynn looked at him as he sat up, allowing him to push a tangled, damp strand of hair away from her face. It was so much like the way the man did in her dream, but instead of disgust coiling in her gut she felt warmth.

“What’s wrong?” Cannon asked, taking in her sweat soaked form and her trembling form.  He squeezed her hands tighter, and pulling her closer to his body.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Jaylynn whispered back, not answering him. Cannon frowned and sat up more, tilting her chin so he was looking at him.

Jesus, she was beautiful.

The glow from the moon shinning through the window illuminates her, creating a soft halo around her pale, creamy skin. Her dark hair seeming to blend in with the darkness of the room, her thick dark eyelashes framing her light blue eyes that seem to shine all the brighter with the moon’s glow.  She was breathtaking.

Cannon could feel the love and desire tightening his chest. The former causing his body to tighten, the wolf inside him clawing to get out so he could claim what was rightfully his. He couldn’t help it, the small growl escaping his lips holding back the urge to press her tight little body against his and claim her mouth.