All Lyra wanted was to see a werewolf up close despite the warnings of her village. She gets what she bargains for and more.
The Wilson brothers are wanderers, mysterious, and charming, and they've both imprinted on her; a rarity among werewolves.
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I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until I heard Xain whisper sweetly to me, "Wake up, Darling. We're almost there."
I shuddered, forcing my eyes open. The sunshine, thankfully, didn't hit my eyes directly, but I immediately noticed that the temperature had dropped considerably. I shivered, only for a jacket to be wrapped around me. I looked up at Xain, preparing to thank him, only to find his hands still full.
When I glanced behind me, I noticed Jean averting my look. I couldn't help but smile, only to gasp when Connor suddenly stopped. "Are you awake now?" He asked. I nodded, only to giggle when he caressed my thigh.
"Connor, that tickles."
"You might want to get off then."
I pouted before kissing the back of his head. I then carefully slid off of Connor's back, only to fall on my butt. "Ow!!"
Xain laughed and said, "Connor, you're a real gentleman. Ever consider the fact that her legs were asleep?"
"Put a pinecone in it, Xain," Connor grumbled, helping me to my feet. "You really are something, Lyra." He murmured, making sure I kept my balance. I gripped the cloth tightly around me, shivering and giggling as I struggled to get the blood pumping down my legs again.
Connor continued to help me keep my balance as the six of us trekked uphill. Eventually, I could walk on my own, and I kissed Connor's cheek. "Thank you."
He smiled a bit before helping Xain carry the duffle bags. I glanced around as I walked, enjoying the view. In my opinion, fall was the best time of year. That time of harvesting and prepping for the harsh winters to come.
I beamed at the thoughts, wondering of Connor and Xain's tribe did the same thing.
Grabbing the vegetables, sewing up warm clothing for winter, covering up the windows-
"WELL IF IT ISN'T THE BIG HOTSHOT WOMANIZERS?!" I practically jumped out of my skin at the booming yet playful voice. I couldn't even think before Xain disappeared from sight. I then turned my head, watching him and someone else roll downhill.
'So fast-!' I also noticed my bag rolling downhill, and without giving it a second thought, I dashed for it. Unfortunately, my feet were not my friends, and I slipped on a bundle of leaves. I shut my eyes tight, bracing for impact, only for someone to grunt and catch me.
"Whoa whoa, what do we have here?!"
I opened my eyes to see a tan skinned male look at me. His eyes were a playful light green with thin eyebrows. His hair was curly and straight at the same time and stopped just at the bottom of his neck.
He had a strong jaw and a wide nose, and his expression was caught between curious and amused.
"Ah, my damsel in distress. Don't worry about thy bag!" He stated dramatically, holding me up. I felt so small and couldn't help to pout at the feeling. "Put me down!" I whined.
