Broken Lines |✔|

5.

I can feel the male's stare on me.

I turn back to look at him. He grins and I tilt my head, unused to this kind of attention. I don't know what had suddenly caught his interest as his eyes roam up and down my skin. I had battled him the day before, both of us the same age therefore in the same class.

I had known him for a handful of years due to being placed in training together, but never had any close interactions.

He sees me watching him also, and he approaches me.

"Behind the training building at 11 pm."

He walks away before turning back at the last second to add, "and this isn't a fight, Vera."

I sigh and watch him walk away. I consider him as I watch him fight throughout the day. Maybe. It might be worth it.

I could sense the change coming over the males after we had turned 15. It was subtle but there. The soul of the wolf was coming closer and closer to them. They were looking at me, the only female left in the training grounds, with new eyes.

I made sure the male who had spoken to me won all his fights.

He even won fights against me.

He seemed to be one of the top fighters and I could not find anyone who was better than him as I watched.

I can't help but smile as I realize this is why it was him out of all the males who had been bold enough to approach me.

Fine. I could use him if he let me.

Just as he said, he is waiting for me at night, leaning against the wall with arms crossed. No one comes to the training grounds at this time of night.

I walk to him and he pushes off the building, a smile coming to his face as he sees me approach. But before he can speak, I am pushing him back.

He moans as I kiss him.

There is so much anger in me, so much rage. It's not enough to fight. Sometimes fighting did not get all of it out and sometimes there was a restless feeling in me that would never go away.

He switches positions and now I am the one with my back pressed against the wall.

My fingers go to his hair and I want him closer.

"More," I demand. He seems happy to supply.

"Fuck," he hisses, rubbing his neck that I have lightly nipped at. His eyes are dancing in excitement. His enthusiasm is renewed as he goes back to kissing me. I open my mouth, letting him in and hearing his moan roll into me.

My hands go to his waist, fingers digging into his flesh as I bring him closer. I move my lower body to grind against him, to release the build up that is coming, and I want satisfied.

I growl when he pulls back. He shakes his head and laughs, "I knew you would be wild, Vera."

He looks around, "we have to go. Tomorrow?"

"No...Just come every other day."

He moves back to me, hungrily kissing me.

"Ah..." he sucks on my neck. I don't bother to push him away, even when I know it will leave a mark. They could think it was a bruise for all I cared but I know he is purposely trying to mark me in his own juvenile way.

The next day I see the looks I receive. I stare them down, willing them to say anything. They don't. They don't have the balls to. The instructors glare at me but don't say a word.