Of Wolves And Wildflowers

Chapter 8 Worry

A/N: The picture in the header is actually a doodle I did of Killian and Amara that goes with the first part of the chapter. :P Not very good but I'm incredibly out of practice. 

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I knew it was morning when I woke up before I even opened my eyes, I could feel the warmth from the sunshine coming in the window on my shoulders that were exposed. I stretched my legs and curled into the huge warm and furry mass beside me, thinking maybe it was too early to be awake yet.

Wait, warm..and furry?

I threaded my fingers through the chunk of fur I had curled in my fist and opened my eyes. I gasped when I saw the huge black snout in my face. I tried to sit up, but there were large black paws over me, keeping me in place. I tried to wiggle out from underneath the large black wolf but it was not working out for me.

I sighed heavily hoping I could have slipped out of this awkwardness before he woke up but that wasn't going to happen.

"Killian.." I whispered. But he just made a grunt sound and refused to wake up.

"Killian!" I hissed and poked at him to no avail.

"Oh, will you get off of me you great big moose!" I groaned.

His eyes opened and he suddenly shifted, leaving us in an even more awkward situation, now that there happened to be a completely naked man snuggling with me. His blue eyes widened and he jumped out of bed and ripped my blanket off of me to wrap around his waist leaving no time for me to see what was once exposed.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled and then I saw something, I'd never thought I'd see.

Killian Jones was blushing.

His cheeks were bright pink, and the tips of his ears, that I just noticed were pointed much like an elf, were pink too. I couldn't help but smirk.

His eyes turned adorably angry.

"Shut up." He grumbled before walking to the other side of the screen.

"But I haven't said a thing!" I laughed.

"You said it with your face!" He barked and I heard him rummaging through his dresser.

I got out of bed and stretched and looked out the window watching two wolf pups play fighting with each other down in the garden. It made me want to shift, and run the weather looked perfect for it today.

I lifted my shirt looking at my wound, it was much better than it was yesterday and I was feeling a lot better than I had in days but I knew trying to convince anyone I was in good enough condition to run would be a problem.

"I really am sorry." Killian said. I turned around as he came into my corner of the room.

"What were you doing? I only asked you to stay until I fell asleep."

"Well.. I tried, but every time I tried to leave you'd bloody whimper in your sleep." Killian said and rolled his eyes.

"I don't whimper." I said narrowing my eyes.

"Oh you do, love. Believe me. And then you were shivering and I kept trying to cover you with the blanket but your stubborn arse kept kicking it back off so I killed two birds with one stone, I shifted, to keep you warm, and keep you still so you'd sleep through the night. Worked like a charm." He smirked. This time I felt my face heating up.

"You could have left." I muttered and turned back to the window "I would have been fine."

"You know, a little bit of gratitude goes a long way.." He scoffed.