you?” I assume that one of my teammates is stealthed and blending in with the forest. It’s extremely uncommon for Exterminators to play tricks on each other during something as important as Famine practice, but I could imagine that douchebag Max doing this kind of thing.
But it wasn’t an Exterminator. I see a raspberry bush rustle and a young man steps out. I gasp. He’s shirtless and has beads of sweat dripping down his chest and running down over his defined abdomen. He flips his dark blonde hair out of his face and reveals one of the more gorgeous faces I’ve ever seen. His lips are soft and smooth, his jawline chiseled and so very masculine. His eyes…they’re yellow. It’s the trademark of a Lycan.
“You don’t have to be rude. I am just passing through.” He flashes me a quick smile and I feel an unfamiliar excitement in my gut. I push it away and compose myself.
“You couldn’t possibly be passing through a worse location. We’re training for this weekend’s festival. These woods are teaming with Exterminators who are just waiting to destroy you. We outnumber you. You will die here,” I stammer. My hand instinctively grips a machete in my hunting belt.
“Then why aren’t you killing me?” This guy is master of the obvious. He takes a step toward me and I retreat. Everything I’ve been taught is telling me to destroy him. I can smell the musty smell of wolf mixed with the salt of his sweat. His muscles bulge and his whole body rises up and down as he takes each breath. He is strong and powerful, and my enemy.
“I am going to.” I draw my machete and the mysterious Lycan freezes in place.
“Whoa there. You don’t really want to do that.” He walks toward me and I feel unable to move. His grip circles my wrist and forces my hand to lower. His body is literally radiating heat and he is so close that I feel the humid mist rising from his skin. His eyes are locked on mine and my body feels weak and timid. Nothing has ever made me feel this way — he must have some kind of power that I’m not capable of resisting.
“Who are you?” I manage to say despite feeling unable to put words together.
“My given name is Tristan. My Alpha name is Tristox.”
I am confused. “Alpha name?” I ask. I’m not even sure why I’m indulging in conversation. I’m so well-trained in martial arts that I could dropkick him and hold him in submission while I incapacitate him. For some reason, I don’t want to. The feeling scares the shit out of me, and goes against everything I have ever learned.
“Well, obviously you know I’m Lycan. I’m not exactly incognito right now.” He flashes me another one of those irresistible smiles. His teeth are white as pearls and straight. My mind imagines what he has probably done with them, the people he has devoured. “My Order has a sort of ritual. Once a member has been elevated to Alpha level and gained his own pack, he is given a new name as a symbol of his growth into a new stronger being worthy of following.”
His voice is soft and it has a warmth to it that feels like a caress as he speaks. I loosen my grip on my weapon and he takes it from me, then drops it casually on the ground. My arm drops to my side but Tristan reaches out and grabs it with both of his hands. Our fingers intertwine and we’re standing closer than before. He’s taller than me and from my lower vantage point he feels so strong and capable. Like such a protector.
“I…I…I should go,” I try to pull away. “My teammates, the Exterminators, if they see me right now I could lose everything .” I shake my hand away abruptly from his and take a step back. The look on Tristan’s face is slightly hurt and it feels like a dagger piercing my soul. I want to take him into my arms and press my lips against his. The sensations that he is causing in me are so unfamiliar that I’m unsure of how to interpret them. But I know that what we’re doing is wrong and I could threaten my
But it wasn’t an Exterminator. I see a raspberry bush rustle and a young man steps out. I gasp. He’s shirtless and has beads of sweat dripping down his chest and running down over his defined abdomen. He flips his dark blonde hair out of his face and reveals one of the more gorgeous faces I’ve ever seen. His lips are soft and smooth, his jawline chiseled and so very masculine. His eyes…they’re yellow. It’s the trademark of a Lycan.
“You don’t have to be rude. I am just passing through.” He flashes me a quick smile and I feel an unfamiliar excitement in my gut. I push it away and compose myself.
“You couldn’t possibly be passing through a worse location. We’re training for this weekend’s festival. These woods are teaming with Exterminators who are just waiting to destroy you. We outnumber you. You will die here,” I stammer. My hand instinctively grips a machete in my hunting belt.
“Then why aren’t you killing me?” This guy is master of the obvious. He takes a step toward me and I retreat. Everything I’ve been taught is telling me to destroy him. I can smell the musty smell of wolf mixed with the salt of his sweat. His muscles bulge and his whole body rises up and down as he takes each breath. He is strong and powerful, and my enemy.
“I am going to.” I draw my machete and the mysterious Lycan freezes in place.
“Whoa there. You don’t really want to do that.” He walks toward me and I feel unable to move. His grip circles my wrist and forces my hand to lower. His body is literally radiating heat and he is so close that I feel the humid mist rising from his skin. His eyes are locked on mine and my body feels weak and timid. Nothing has ever made me feel this way — he must have some kind of power that I’m not capable of resisting.
“Who are you?” I manage to say despite feeling unable to put words together.
“My given name is Tristan. My Alpha name is Tristox.”
I am confused. “Alpha name?” I ask. I’m not even sure why I’m indulging in conversation. I’m so well-trained in martial arts that I could dropkick him and hold him in submission while I incapacitate him. For some reason, I don’t want to. The feeling scares the shit out of me, and goes against everything I have ever learned.
“Well, obviously you know I’m Lycan. I’m not exactly incognito right now.” He flashes me another one of those irresistible smiles. His teeth are white as pearls and straight. My mind imagines what he has probably done with them, the people he has devoured. “My Order has a sort of ritual. Once a member has been elevated to Alpha level and gained his own pack, he is given a new name as a symbol of his growth into a new stronger being worthy of following.”
His voice is soft and it has a warmth to it that feels like a caress as he speaks. I loosen my grip on my weapon and he takes it from me, then drops it casually on the ground. My arm drops to my side but Tristan reaches out and grabs it with both of his hands. Our fingers intertwine and we’re standing closer than before. He’s taller than me and from my lower vantage point he feels so strong and capable. Like such a protector.
“I…I…I should go,” I try to pull away. “My teammates, the Exterminators, if they see me right now I could lose everything .” I shake my hand away abruptly from his and take a step back. The look on Tristan’s face is slightly hurt and it feels like a dagger piercing my soul. I want to take him into my arms and press my lips against his. The sensations that he is causing in me are so unfamiliar that I’m unsure of how to interpret them. But I know that what we’re doing is wrong and I could threaten my
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