Chapter 8 : Leena

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I would never usually be this blind sided by something as simple as a good looking guy, but I could not deny the immense attraction I felt as I looked over his rugged, manly features. He had brilliantly evergreen eyes with a faded scar right above his left one. I found myself wondering how he got it. My eyes seemed to widen as they traveled from his disheveled brown hair, to his angular jawline, and finally settling on his wide, tan muscular chest, making me realize he was very much naked. I quickly adverted my eyes and choked on the air that I had sucked in, causing me to cover my mouth as I coughed. He narrowed his green orbs at me, before raising an eyebrow. Then he had the audacity to smirk and did not bother to hide the fact that he was openly checking me out as I had did him.

It seemed I was not the only one that noticed his robust looks as Mia literally stood with her mouth slightly agape, Kennedi sending a flirtatious smile his way, and Darcy for once was at a lost for words. While he might have been good looking, that did not take away from the fact that he was still dangerous and I could still feel his unwavering gaze on me, making me feel the need to squirm uncomfortably in my own skin. Eric seemed to notice this and the Lykan's staring as he put an arm around me and tucked me into his side, but I shrugged it off, not wanting to look weak and like I needed someone else to protect me.

The side of the guy's mouth twitched and his eyebrows raised when he saw my actions, before he opened his mouth to say, "What exactly are a group of UnPures doing traveling through Rogue territory?" His rough, strong voice matching his appearance.

His question did not seem to be directed at anyone in particular, but his eyes were still on me, so I glared at him before I answered, "What exactly is a Lykan doing out of its territory?"

What we were doing was not any of his business and I tried to make that clear, but he only chuckled lightly at my response.

"We're a feisty one aren't we?" he said, still smirking at me, which only made me glare harder at him.

Before I could snap at him, or what I really felt like doing, slap the smirk off his arrogant face, Eric put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it, in what looked to have been in an affectionate comforting manor, but the intense pressure he put into told me it was really a warning for me to calm down before I did something I would regret.

"I don't think anything that has to do with us is any of your concern, so if you don't mind we will be on our way," Eric said, his voice light and careful, but his eyes narrowed and menacing. But this guy just seemed to take it all in his egotistical stride as he walked over to a rusted metal bench and pulled on a pair of ash gray denim jeans, before sitting down in their place and lazily putting his feet on some type of working table and resting his hands behind his head, causing his large biceps to bulge and flex.

"Well not that you'd listen to me, seeing as I'm just some werewolf you just met, but I strongly advise against that," he said shrugging up his shoulders, "but you can do what you want. I mean who am I to stand in your way of getting slaughtered by rogue Vampyres and Lykans and what ever else is out there stalking the night. So please, " he swept an arm out motioning to the way we had come in, "be my guest."

I walked over to the door and opened it just enough so I could see out and into the open. It was perfectly silent and still, as the sun had finally disappeared from the sky and it was left as a perfectly clear dark blue color. But it was too silent and too still.

Growing up we had heard the stories of UnNaturals that go rogue. It was the type of story my father would tell me and my sister after my mom had sent us to bed to try and scare us, and most of the time he was successful.

"Dad, don't you think we're a little old for bedtime stories?" I said, drying the water from around my mouth with my soft white plush towel, and replacing my skinny white toothbrush in its original place next to Kaitlyn's in the holder by the sink.

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