The room smelled of her. Eric could say he was in complete bliss if only his she-wolf was by his side in his arms. Throughout the night he struggled to untie himself. He could hear her gentle breathing across the hall, in all reality he didn't want to wake her. It would have killed him if he did so.
He wanted to surprise her when she woke to find him lying next to her, holding her. She would kill him but she was looking forward to it, he knew it. He smiled at the very thought of it.
Eric closed his eyes for a moment, taking her peaceful sound in until he heard her wrestling in her sheets as if her life depended on it.
He could feel his wolf pull to the surface to be let out and Eric welcomed it. For the first time tonight they both agreed on something and that was to see what the hell was going on.
Before he could even force himself out of his binding the sound of shattering glass turned his thoughts for the worst.
Forcing his way free he ran into the room across from his. The room belonged to her younger brother. The bed was torn by the claws of a wolf, the pillows were shattered into nothing and the blanket was made into rags. Eric took his attention to the broken window. Running towards it he saw the tip of a gray wolf's tale.
With a growl, Eric castaway his flesh for fur, letting his wolf take chase to the intruder.
It didn't take Eric long to catch up to the wolf. He stalked the gray wolf, watching her limp farther into the woods close to the broader.
Eric recognized her as the she-wolf who bit him the other day. Today he thought she was odd. As small as her figure as she was so small that her body never ripped through the clothing she wore. Eric's wolf took in the young she-wolf's sent, he could smell the scent of coffee and vanilla. Her sent was like his mate but it couldn't have been her. It was true that this she-wolf was the same who bit him but to be his mate. He didn't even recognize her scent as his mate yet why would this she-wolf be wearing his mates clothes. What is going on?
The she-wolf found herself in a large meadow full of tall grass pass the safety of the pack. Completely unaware of his being, she found a spot, sat down and howled. Eric laid down at the sound of her painful cries. His heart squeezed, she was grieving.
The she-wolf sniffed the growled and laid down, her ears hung low while making herself small. Resting her head on one of her paws, glaring at the earth. Not even bothered by what surrounded her. It infuriated him that in this entire time she had not once noticed his sent in the air.
Taking a step towards the she-wolf, Eric saw that she didn't even react to him walking up to her. Was she hard at hearing as well? He growled at her, only because she poorly protected herself. The moment he stood in front of her, she had only then released that he was there. The she-wolf looked at him and only whimpered as she rested her head back down.
Eric took a breath before shifting into his human form. He was beyond pissed at the she-wolf and frankly, he didn't know why. He first thought was because of her ill manners towards him or the fact she was careless. He really didn't know what made him angrier. "Shift," he commanded.
The she-wolf only shifted her body before whimpering again. It wasn't because she was scared but because of what this place was to her.
"I said 'shift' she-wolf," Eric yelled finding his patience running thin. "I said 'shift'! This is your final warning," he growled.
In response, she looked at him and growled back. Her silver eyes glaring at him as if he was nothing but an annoying mosquito that happened to cross her path.
Nothing mattered at this point when Eric's wolf reached to the surface and shifted, growling at the she-wolf. He took another step towards her, biting into her neck trying to force her to shift, to show submission. The she-wolf growled in response, kicking and biting into his right leg. Eric bit down harder but not enough to break the skin. In a short seconded later, she howled before ending in a yep as Eric tossed her a few feet away like a ragdoll.
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The King (Book 1)
WerewolfShe's not your average she-wolf. He is the King of all wolves. She has no desire for a mate. He is looking for a mate, he can call his Queen. The seasonally Hunt is about to begin. Just weeks away from the Mating season and Blake Norton doesn't wan...