The Hunter's Wolf

Game of Defiance

Game of Defiance

For the past hour now, I have not taken my eyes off the mark in my neck through my reflection in the mirror.

I can't.

Upon gazing into the bite mark alone, it triggers his voice to enter my conscience, and I remember every detail; every word that he uttered, which makes it the more awful as the images come to life.

My heart is beating so violently, I'm pretty sure he can even hear them like blasts of music through his eardrums. "What are you d-doing ?" my wavering voice sounds more like a plead.

"You have no idea how much I want to invade as deeply as I can inside you, and fill your entire mind with just me."

Once again, his wolf has resurfaced and taken control. This time, however, he seems to put an argument and tries to push his wolf under, breathing hard and partly snarling as he fights his own battle against his inner beast.

"It pains me every second, holding myself back from claiming you and taking you away," he murmurs while catching his breath. "I am a Male, and I feel greed stronger than any other over what is rightfully mine. I crave for you, to the point I'd be willing to sacrifice anything just to lock you up in a cage like a little bird where only I can adore you," he pauses, "But I can't do that."

I find myself in a complicated situation to ask, "Why ?"

The silence envelopes us, in an unnerving air, and I hold my breath in anticipation for the adjoining words that he will concede.

"Because you are already marked."

The more that my fingers trace the outlines of the scar, the more engrossed I have become, and the more that my eyes begin to inspect it deeper.

I was an impeccable child; inept of bringing harm and as innocent as a lamb. I saved the wolf from the hands of my father, and what I got in return was a hideous scar— his mark; a curse that he imprinted on me for the rest of my entire lifetime.

My sharp hearing picks a breathing pattern behind me, and my eyes jump to the figure standing in the room, his presence unnoticed as I got too absorbed in my own thoughts. With lightning speed, my hand yanks the collar of the shirt to cover the mark.

Valentino.

Even through his reflection in the mirror, he holds a weight to the atmosphere in the room. He stands in pure dominance, his stance with the grace of a true Alpha, even if he has his back hunched and his hands tucked inside the pocket of his black jeans. His dark brown hair is gelled back, some strands falling onto his forehead and giving him this five o'clock shadow, which suits him perfectly.

Mysterious, I thought to myself, and his striking pair of amber eyes meet mine, the ferocity that dwells within almost weakens my knees, almost my guts. My hand holding the collar in place tighten as I hold our gazes, daring him into a gamble.

"How did you find me ?" 

Unblinking, he remains at ease, and in this stillness that I anticipate his reply with extreme curiosity. 

"I didn't," he says softly. "There was a breach, and the next thing I sensed was your overwhelming presence."

I turn away from the mirror and look straight into the real deal. "You're saying that I just happened to stumble into your land ?" I conjure up as I take a brave step forward.

In the distance that are no more than two feet, I can trace out the glowing golden specks around his dark pupil like an orbital sphere— like they withhold the universe. I have never seen eyes this beautiful, and I don't think I can ever get tired of gazing into them.