Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The next morning, after having some of the best coffee, just the way I like it, a full tablespoon of vanilla and a half teaspoon of nutmeg, brewed in. Yum! I began my meditation, feeling at one with this environment. I decided I would go for a run.

Hair up, in a high ponytail and dressed in a half-hooded sweatshirt and leggings I was ready. “Okay G,” I said to myself. “This is the freakin forest. Just stay on the road, run a mile, turn around, and get a mile back.”

Sounded simple enough. I finished stretching and took off in a full run. I shook off the fact that this forest was thick as hell and could be hiding anything. It was also beautiful, with the birds chirping and the air so fresh; then my watch beeped to let me know I’d made a mile. I turned and started the run back. Maybe it was the thrumming in my head from my heartbeat, but I could swear I didn’t hear anymore sounds from the forest. I never slowed my pace, but I became super aware that the hair on my neck was at attention.

Something big hit me, knocking me off my feet and into the forest. I was winded and couldn’t move momentarily. I heard a growl.

“Oh fuck,” I thought. “What fresh hell is this?”

I was on my stomach and when I flipped over I was flanked by three of THE biggest wolves I’d ever seen. I gasped, sucking in a breath and scooting away from them so hard and fast, I grazed my head on a tree, immediately seeing stars and remembering I thanked God that I wouldn’t have to endure what was coming. I came to, seconds later, flat on my back, seeing black dots in my vision; still hearing the monsters growling…….Monsters. I slowly glanced up a little and thought I was dreaming when I saw the biggest of the three wolves, a huge black as midnight wolf, sniffing in between my legs. It’s snout was nestled right in my core, and it wasn’t doing the short sniffs that dogs do, it was taking deep breaths. It made me flinch and close my legs. Then one of the other wolves came to my face and growled. I could smell it’s breath. I whimpered and shrunk away from it; this made the biggest one stop sniffing and look to the one by my head and growl. This wasn’t an ordinary growl, this growl reverberated down into my chest and stomach. The one by my head backed off, almost as if the big one told him to. I slowly looked around to see if there was any sort of escape or something I could fight with. The big one must’ve sensed what I was doing because it looked at me, and I quickly got it, I understood, lowly lifting my hands from the ground like I meant no harm. The big one resumed sniffing me and when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it nipped me hard on my inner thigh, drawing blood. I screamed, and jumped back, hitting my head once again, this time, out cold.

We were on a run, and I could smell her nearby. We watched her stretch and take off running. Fuck, she was fast. I could kill Baron for hitting her so hard. I couldn’t stop myself from smelling her. Her scent is intoxicating. When she opened her eyes, and I saw they were the color of molten gold, I wanted to take her right then. She didn’t look scared, only trying to find a way to escape. She flinched and withdrew from me, and when Baron caught it, he lunged at her, making the fear come out. I used my Alpha voice reminding him to behave. He had the nerve to tell me he wanted her. Either to fuck her or kill her, probably both. That’s when I placed my sexual mark on her, barring him, or any other wolf, from ever touching her. We, wolves have two marks, one for sexual purposes and the other when we choose a mate for life. Both are powerful but the one for sex, we create a bond, where we can feel what the other is feeling, we’re turned on by the slightest look or movement. To the male that marks a female, our voice, or touch makes the female feel a heat that overtakes them and makes them want to fuck. Yeah, I’m liking this. I hope she doesn’t realize what kind of power she’ll have over me. I’ve only sexually marked one other person, a she-wolf, named Shelley. That was a mistake. She was good for a roll in the hay, but anything other than that, no way. I’m thinking of revoking my mark now because I believe this one is going to be more than enough to handle.