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Ch.9 - What You Do To Me

A/N: Sorry for not updating in awhile this chapter gave me a hard time

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Howls from the Wargs make my ears twitch and I glare at the ground. They're getting awfully close and at this slow pace, we'll be dead in no time. Earlier, Gandalf had sent Bilbo onward to scout their location, seeing that our scent would draw them near. I grumble in annoyance and pop my knuckles out of boredom. Ever since our small battle with Azog, I've been keeping my distance from everyone. Bofur, Gandalf and Bilbo were the first to notice but I didn't answer any questions. I've become rather silent now and only spoke when needed. Gandalf gives me a funny look at my gesture, one in which I ignore. He's most likely wondering about my sudden need to be away from everyone.

With a heavy sing, I turn away and comb my fingers through my messy hair. There wasn't a reason for me to speak anymore really. We found a small town a few days ago, where I was able to purchase clothes, since I was practically nude and only wearing Thorin's cloak. I was able to answer all questions, coming from the company about my wolf form while we were there and it was hard explaining things. The question everyone wanted an answer to, was what happened to me after the Battle of Moria. Since they already saw my scars and animal form, I saw no need to hide it any longer. Although, the looks of pity are starting to irritate me. But that's the least of my worries.

I glance towards the Dwarf that has failed to escape my thoughts since the night I shifted. Dwalin speaks to him lowly and I force myself to not eavesdrop. A sudden pull from the pit of my stomach causes me to clench my teeth and I sit down in frustration. I still haven't told him that he's my mate and it's really starting to become hard. I have to secretly do things mates should do, like being near him, watching out for him and all that. However, there are some things I can't do and I'm turning all that animalistic agony, into anger. Being near him may be enough but things like touch, is something that helps all mates become calm. Without that, I'm turning into a complete wreck.

Rushed footsteps approach, drawing the attention of the group. I snatch the dagger I had been stabbing the ground with and tuck it in my belt. Bilbo struggles to speak amongst the noisy crowd and yells in order to grab their attention. I swiftly grab my dagger again and begin twirling it around my fingers, not particularly interested and lost in my own thoughts. The tip of the blade pokes at my finger but doesn't draw blood just yet. I hum quietly to myself, standing in the back so that they won't be too disturbed. Wow, I really am losing it. I'm not even paying attention to the news that may help save our lives. I drift back to reality for a second, at the mention of a house but shut everything out again. I hiss once the blades pierces through my skin but a loud roar, makes my body freeze. The weapon I once held, falls to the ground and lands in between my feet. I'd know that sound from anywhere. Fear clouds my vision and puts a restraint on my lungs. How is he even alive?!

Someone grabs my hand and I yelp as my body darts forward at their pull. I was so consumed in my thoughts, that I didn't even notice everyone took off running. I'm surprised to see that it's Dwalin, dragging me along and holding my palm tightly. Now that I think about it, he has been kinda getting protective over me. I yank my hand away and sprint past him, trying to gain some distance so that my thoughts don't start up again. Why did everything suddenly have to change for me?

After a long while of non stop running through all sorts of land, the roars had grown even louder. We all stop for a moment, taking a look behind us in fear. I gulp, remembering the days I had spent with him in the arena. We're even in strength but the wounds he gave me, still plague my memories. I quickly search for Thorin once Gandalf leads the away again with a shout. Panic starts to erupt at no sign of him until I'm suddenly pulled forward by the waist. The touch sends shivers down my spine and I smile. Found him. Warmth slowly begins to spread within me, taking away some of my rage. I relax a bit and glance at him, hiding the joy I'm currently feeling. His eyes lock with mine and his lips are parted as he takes in heavy breaths. He pushes me forward slightly so that I'm running ahead and a large house in the distance catches my eye. There's another viscous roar along pounding steps. The earth shakes under my feet but I keep my eyes forward. If I look back now, then there's nothing that will be able to stop me from shifting and challenging him. I don't want anyone to see what I'm capable of. Including myself.