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𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

CHAPTER VIII.
fated, possibly?

What has life come to? You were a simple girl, living a cozy secluded life away from the crowded streets of a city, capturing moments of beauty for these wild and misunderstood creatures that were labelled as violent under all circumstances. Now, you stood before a man-wolf? Werewolf? Your mind was still in a state of shook at the sudden burst of information. That the mythical creatures from halloween folklore were real and weren't just a tale to scare the kids.

After all, you had just watched the whole scene before your own eyes along with hearing the terrifying sounds of bones snapping back into place.

And as of currently you were being smothered by a nude used-to-be wolf. Although the cold bit at your skin, threatening to send you into shock, you handed the man your winter jacket to cover himself up slightly. He looks at you confused before pushing the jacket back towards you.

"Close your eyes." You simply shut your eyes and he stood up, before getting up and shoved his hand into the tree stump you were leaning against. Pulling out a set of clothes that were hidden in the stump for convenience.

As he rummaged and struggled to put on the clothes. Your thoughts run rampant, Oh my god oh my god oh my god, what the fuck! I was just attacked by a pack of wolves, one of them turned into a man and holy fuck my wrist really hurts!!

Your mind went back and fourth as you basically lost most feeling in your arm, using your good arm to clutch your side. You kept your eyes shut to avoid looking at the naked man-wolf thing in front of you, and because the pain was seeming to seep in. Your adrenaline from before had subsided and now everything felt heavy and you felt dizzy.

You only opened your eyes when you felt a hand on your head. Groaning and grumbling in pain, you looked up towards the man. He held a sad look in his rose hues as he looked at your blood staining the white snow. Now, he was still shirtless but now he wore black cargo pants at the least.

As confused and distrustful of him as you were, you couldn't exactly run from him. He covered you with a sweater, and tore up a white shirt that he probably was suppose to wear and wrapped your wounds up. Once he finished wrapping up your wounds temporarily, he proceeded to try and get you on his back.

He didn't need to ask to know you were dizzy and dazed from the blood loss. The trail of blood underneath you more than enough. You loosely wore the sweater with your arms draped over his shoulder as he held your legs up. As he started walking back in the direction of your little home.

"Mmh... you're really warmm..." You slurred. As you nuzzled into his neck, your body seeking out more warmth to combat the shivering cold. Weakly raising your arms around his neck, hugging him tighter. He blushed but it wasn't from the cold, as you nuzzled in between his neck and shoulders he felt your lips brush against his skin. Making him feel a surprisingly pleasant feeling, he let out a soft growl.

He continued forward, pondering as to why he ran back to you. Loyalty, perhaps? It was possibly he had grown attach to the girl, not exactly a very far-fetched idea. Maybe he was just lonely. Afraid of losing his recent companionship with the girl. Or maybe even—

His breath caught in his throat as he looked at the (H/C) haired girl resting on his shoulder. He shook his head to rid the thought, a small frown of his face. It wasn't possible. There was no way the bond formed so quickly.

It would explain a lot if it were true. The weird pull he felt towards her, the overwhelming urge to protect her, the want to stay close and never drift. But there was always other options, not that he was against one in particular...

. . .

He sighed as he laid you down onto the couch. The house was a mess. The door hanging on its hinges, furniture tossed about, walls scratched up. At least no windows were broken. She couldn't stay here, not anymore at least. The undeniable threat still lurking.

Wondering around, he eventually found where you stored your medication and first-aid kit. He took some pain-killers for after you woke up and first aid kit to disinfect and properly wrap up your injuries. He was no newcomer to treating wounds, after all he'd pick a nasty fight with a bear once.

. . .

He smiled at his work. Managing to properly clean and wrap you up without you waking up. He began to clean up the materials, tossing the used cotton pads and ripped shirt pieces and such. He came back to place the pain killers and glass of water on the table by the couch before sitting on the floor in front of you.

Brushing your hair back as he watched the rise and fall of your chest. He had already packed some of your essentials and the remaining medicine in a duffel bag. You couldn't stay there anymore seeing as you were being hunted for whatever reason.

He was ready to go but, he wanted to enjoy the moment. Smiling at your peaceful state, knowing you wouldn't be so tranquil once you woke up. After all, you would be in a strange place with a strange man in the middle of nowhere. You would have every right to be scared.

He laid his head next to yours, leaning your foreheads together a content hum from the back of his throat. As though he was purring.

"If you really are my—" He froze for a moment. Unable to say the word. Simply brushing through your strands of hair. Oh, how he wanted to just wrap you up in his arms and join you in your peaceful sleep. But, before he could fully indulge himself, he pulled away slightly with his brows furrowed. What? Eyes wide as he looked at the sleeping girl.

WHEN DID HER SCENT CHANGE?

1058 word count.
edited: 13 APRIL 2021