Fang

Crow

Even as I woke, rain still poured outside, making its assault on the house. Warmth seeped through my back and through my whole body, fending off the chill. 

His arm was still wrapped around my stomach, holding me to him as if I'd leave. Reluctant to wake up, I closed my eyes again, knowing I'd be late to seeing Stovall. 

"You talk in your sleep," he murmured behind me. His voice was raspy. 

"No I don't," I responded. I rolled over, pressing my face into the pillow so he couldn't look at me. 

"Yes you do," I could hear the smile in his voice. He moved overtop me, his hips pressing into my ass as he moved my hair behind my ear. "But I won't tell you what you said." 

I scowled into the pillow and waved my hand behind my head to smack his face away. Embarrassment warmed my cheeks. 

Forrest laughed again and moved off of me, standing up and stretching beside my bed. I turned my head to watch as his shirt moved up, exposing his hips as he stretched his arms. He noticed my stare but didn't say anything about it. 

"You should get up. We have some very. . . Important people coming today." 

Interest piqued, I sat up and brushed the hair out of my face. I knew from his grin I was quite the sight when waking up. "Who is coming?"

"Southerners. Possible allies." 

I scowled at the mention of southerners. 

"I think you will like them. They are much more free people. Alpha Silverston's help will be very much needed, so play nice. They should be here any time now."

"Fine, I'll play nice." I got out of bed before rummaging through the few clothes I had, looking for something appropriate to wear. Turning around, Forrest was still watching me. "Are you going to watch me get dressed?" 

"No," he smiled. His gaze caught on my neck for a moment before he turned and silently left. 

Curious, I walked over to my mirror to see what he had been staring at. Bright, purplish red marks had appeared all over my neck and chest, leading a trail downward. I grimaced and plucked a sweatshirt out of my pile of clothes, hoping it would help to cover them. 

After getting dressed I made my way to the kitchen, knowing Stovall would already be angry I was later than usual. 

I found the lota where she usually was; leaning against the counter and staring out of the window, lost in her own thoughts with a mug of coffee between her hands. A second cup was sitting beside her on the counter, tendrils of steam rising above. 

Her head snapped to me as I entered the kitchen, already angry. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the hickeys that marred my neck, her anger dissipating as she burst into laughter. She threw her head back with her laugh. "My goddess, don't we look like a pair." Her own marks were still fresh, evident on her throat. 

"You're not even going to ask?" I snatched the mug off of the counter and took a sip, appreciative of its warmth as it slid down into my belly. 

"No, I already know the answer." She was still giggling like a child. 

I glared at her over the brim of the cup. "You can keep your laughter to yourself, Lota." 

She struggled to contain the laughs that kept bubbling up, but she finally swallowed them down. "As you wish, Gamma." She stared at them again and shook her head. "You look like you got attacked." 

"Well I was in a fight for death yesterday," I countered. 

"Lohr was voluptuous yes, but we both know that wasn't him."