I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose.
"Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his...
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The sun was warm on my skin, even as whiffles of wind ruffled strands of hair in front of my eyes. I placed an hand on the books on my side to prevent the wind from damaging their old pages and then released a breath. The blond lock in front of my mouth moved and I pinned it behind my ear.
Spring had arrived.
I had decided to venture out of my office in order to enjoy the torpor spring brought along. I had gone on and on, no destination in mind, with my senses captivated by the awakening of nature. This was how I had found myself in a part of the Red Claw's grounds I had not visited before. Away from the pack house and deep in the woods, there was an hidden garden, in the center of which stood a beautiful gazebo. Bushes of roses, their blooms still not open, intertwined themselves with the iron structure, going up and up, and covered the entire roof. Two benches were placed under it, their uneven surface probably ruined by time and weather.
And here I was, cross legged on one of them, reading the medical journals of the Red Claw pack.
I had spent the previous night reading, absorbing every information I came across, but unfortunately I hadn't found anything remotely related to what I was looking for.
My eyes skimmed through the words of the third volume, storing every notion deep in my mind. It was so fascinating to learn how werewolf physicians of the past had tended to wounds with what nature offered them and nothing else. I finished reading the report of an arduous labor, at the end of which unfortunately the mother wolf didn't survive, and closed the book. I caressed the leather cover, praying the volume to reveal its secrets to me. I desperately needed something. Not a definitive answer, I knew that I wasn't going to find that, but at least some clues. Some clues to lead me on a path.
My ears perched up at the dull sound of footsteps approaching, the wind soon after carrying a scent in my direction. I inhaled deeply, my wolf doing the same. Chocolate and spices.
Hercules emerged from the trees, his steps strong and steady. With locks of dark hair ruffled by the wind, his frame dominant and imposing, he looked like a dark angel. The kind of angel you dreamed about in your wildest dreams. When his eyes found mine, he halted. I wasn't able to look away. Or perhaps, I didn't want to.
We hadn't talked since his outburst in my office. Since I had admitted to him that I was Alpha Thaddeus's Potential. Since he had said that he wasn't going to fight for me.
It's hard to fight for someone who decided you were going to loose from the beginning.
Those words had hit deep in my soul, strumming some strings that had been long forgotten, awaking something dormant.
