Klauwen

F O U R

Chapter
F O U R

Tamlin's POV

Her little body is against mine. Her head now resting against my bare chest. No need for clothes after the run that I had. I needed to get out of my human skin, or I would have ripped my tribe members to shreds.

Her hair is hard between my fingers as I push a strand away from her face. She's dirty and I can tell a shower will be one of the first things she will need when she wakes up.

I wonder if her natural hair color is brown, or if it is just the unwashed dirt that has colored it.

My need to be with her, is something I can't fight, something that has been gnawing at me, wearing me down until I couldn't take it any longer. I had to be sedated earlier, going for a long run afterwards. Even if every single inch of my being wanted to be with her.

All her emotions flitter through me like it's my own. It's clear that she doesn't know we're mates, there's still a lot that we need to talk about. By the lack of her healing, it's clear her wolf must be dormant or something.

I walk up to my cabin, it's deeper into the woods, very secluded. I need the privacy, my wolf is more of a nomadic presence than anything else, even if I am the leader of my family.

There are things that need to be done, and duty is more important than my own whims and wants.

I need to have my mate in my den, where I know there's no one that can hurt her, or take away what's mine.

As I step into the cold cabin, with the little body in my arms, I feel more at peace than I have in centuries.

It's unnatural, and unnerving, I don't feel the need to scratch at my skin, to let my fur out. I only feel the need, the utter animalistic instincts to keep her from danger.

The wood creaks underneath my weight as I walk up the stairs. The two bedrooms, and one bathroom placed on the top.

My room, or the guest room. It's a no brainer. No other place I would rather want my mate. She stirs in her sleep as I place her in my bed. A long sigh is let out as she sniffs my convers.

Good girl.

****

My feet tap insistently on the floor, the sound an echo.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Each step makes me angrier, it's like pouring gasoline over an open fire. There is little anyone can do to calm me down. There is a storm raging and I'm not going to be responsible for what happens.

John is looking up at me. He's sprawled out comfortably on my couch, looking like he has no worry in the world.

"You know, for someone who has a lot of work to do, you look rather relaxed."

The whisky burning as it runs down my throat. The ink on my arms looks alive, as the flickering of the fireplace flitters across my skin.

"I am, there's a problem though." John worries his lip, his shoulders tensing as he sits upright.

"What is it?" There's a million thing that I would rather being doing right now other than dealing with politics or Tribe drama. I just want to put everything on the backburner. I want to get lost in my mate.

I want to bite into her and paint my cum onto her body. I want to possess her. I don't want an inch of her not to have my scent embedded into her pores. I want to be so deep in her that no male will ever come near her.

"Hm?" My mind wanders back to the present as I realize I zoned out. I need another drink.

John rolls his eyes as he scoots closer to the edge of the seat. A sign that he's more stressed than he's letting on.

"What's going on?" The drink in my hands shake as I think about the place, we found my mate. What the actual fuck, moon?

I know that she's shining with her ethereal wisdom, taunting me.

"There's nothing on her. There's not really anything we can do at this stage, maybe we can have a PI look into it?" John takes the last sip of his whiskey. "We know who is behind the torture house."

I pause, my pacing coming to a halt. "Who?" One word, a demand.

"You will need to sit down for this one." He looks uncomfortable.

"Just fucking tell me," I grit out.

John shakes his head. I can see that whatever it is, isn't good news. When is it ever?

"I was able to track down who one of the guards was and let me tell you that it isn't going to be pretty when we start to dig more into this whole thing."

My grin is cold, challenging, "Then we use that dirt to bury whoever did this to her" My eyes shift to where my room is upstairs.

"Whatever it takes?" Excitement shines in John's eyes.

"Whatever it takes." There's blood dripping onto the hardwood floors. Glass digging into my skin as it burst in my hand.

"Even burning down the world?"

Nodding, I walk over the glass, it crunches over my weight.

"Even burning down the world."