Wolf Study

Chapter 2

BETHANY HEATHER SMITH

"Grrr"

A growl sounded. Stunned, I spun around and saw a wolf. A humongous black wolf. It was probably the size of a small horse, and it was crouched in a position ready to fight. I kept my eyes on the wolf, and feigned a frightened look as my right hand reached for my gun that was strapped to my thigh. My body was positioned such that the wolf could not see my right hand, and mislead him to think that my was still in a state of shock.

It's a full grown male wolf too. Just look at its size. Just my luck. If I get any luckier, it will probably be the alpha too. How awesome. Not. I thought somewhat bitterly. I hated killing wolves, imagine slaughtering all the hundred over pounds, and dragging them to dispose the body, but desperate times called for desperate measures- I needed to stay in this tiny town for a summer. Alive.

Another growl was sounded.

It was only then I froze. It wasn't because of the wolf's darkening blue eyes or pierced ear. It was the shivers that were sent down my spine. I may not have learnt the whole subject, but having grown up around books taught me that when you feel aroused by a wolf who could potentially kill you in a minute, it only meant one thing.

Mate

Dammit.

TYLER ANTONIO WILLIAM

My growl made the birds in the forest flee anxiously. The girl in front of me was stared at me with wide eyes, and her scent was over powering.

"Mate. " My wolf howled joyously. Those brown eyes seem to see through my soul, I though I saw a flicker of shock and fear but it was gone before I could confirm it.

Her body was half twisted to face me, and her left arm was pressed against her chest, showing me more of her cleavage. I groaned inwardly as my wolf started to gain control, accidentally letting out another growl-more like a call for his mate.

But his mate never answered his calls.

A human.

Wait.

Human. Sweet scent. Sad and shocked eyes.

Jen.

What am I doing? Jen's smile flashed in front of my eyes. Guilt clouded my thoughts, as the human who yearned for a corpse and the wolf who longed for his mate started a battle in my head.

Angry and confused, I simply stood up and ran towards the pack house. My wolf protested, growling angrily. He managed to gain control, one last time, and turned our furry head back. I skidded to a stop, eyes widening. Running back, I glanced around frantically and sniffed the air.

She disappeared. No picnic basket, mat, not even a trail left. Her sweet jasmine scent vanished.

BETHANY HEATHER SMITH

I ran.

Somehow I knew he won't chase after me. And I had to get out of there.

It was easy to grab the packed picnic basket and scramble into the safety of the thick overgrowth.

An alpha male...with a hint of cinnamon scent. The smell of home.

I shook my head frantically. No, I am in training. I can't mix pleasure with business...

No, I can't fall for him.

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"Bye Felicia," I gave a little wave and slammed the door intentionally, earning a irritated yell from the kitchen. I chuckled and bit into the apple I was holding as I headed to my new high school. My mind was working overtime,wondering how old was the wolf-werewolf I met yesterday.

Fifteen minutes later, I arrived in Roseville High with piercing stares and loud whispers. Walking through the long hallway painted in beige, I lowered my head, Letting my hair fall to act like a curtain that prevents the world from seeing me. Most might see it as an act of a timid girl who was trying to be invisible, but I was actually looking for my locker and werewolves.

Or rather, werewolf, my subconscious mocked.

Before I could retort, I crashed into a rock hard body. A pair of warm arms wrapped themselves around me immediately, and pulled me further into the embrace, although I probably would have not even stumbled.

It wasn't often for one to come across a muscular but lean guy, but one was standing in front of me right then and there. And he smells good, like cinnamon, I though, as I instinctively leaned in to take another whiff of the delicious scent when I caught myself. Professional killers do not do that, even to a hot alpha male with an eight pack.

Wait what? Alpha male? Feeling somewhat stupid, I tilted my head up, and my brown eyes clashed with a pair of icy blue ones, full of surprise and a hint of lust.

Not again, I groaned inwardly as I forced my traitorous body to take a step back. Lowering my head, I turned and tried to flee from him.

Keyword being tried.

Before I could make a mad dash for my calculus class,which may I add, I have no idea where it is held, I was yanked back by my arm into the god-blessed body. A pleasurable pressure on my neck, warm touches were causing tingles all over my body, and I melted into a puddle of happiness.

"Ringgg!"

I jolted away as the bell rang, and punched my attacker. Having caught him off guard, I was met with no resistance. I was about to deliver another blow when I remembered that I was undercover. Dang. He seemed to be unaffected by my punch and was seemingly smug as he smirked...which looks pretty good with the blood dripping from his left nostril.

"Are you okay?" My voice was meek, and submissive, just like the character I had to portray.

His smirk widened into a full blown smile. Woah. Hold your horses, do I see dimples?

"No," came his husky reply, " I think I scraped my knee falling for you. " I rolled my eyes out of habit and was about to retort with the full intention to bruise his ego, but caught myself in time and stared at the ground shyly, letting my hair fall as a curtain once more to shield my annoyed self from his burning gaze.

"I'm gonna be late for my period," I mumbled, feeling shy for some weird reason. His chuckle caused my to blush and realize the implication of what I said. "No I don't want to have sex with you!" His chuckles became full blown laughter, as my face turned into a flaming hot plate. "I'm just gonna go....." I practically sprinted away from the laughing alpha, and a few shocked faces along the hallway.

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