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~Dex’s Point of View~ *I can’t tell, what is it,* Kent shouts, as if I won’t hear him over the chaos surrounding us. He kicks at the half burned book and cocks his head to the side. It’s what Dakota lit on fire so it must be significant somehow. Kent squints hard but it's no use, his eyes aren’t made for reading and we’re wasting time. I can’t even tell if it's still readable or not. We leave the book and run out into the yard, trying to get a view of the roof. There are groups of wolves and males fighting all over, so I can’t go by scent alone. I can’t get eyes on her, and I have no idea if she found a way down or not. I want to believe she’d sense me, she’d come to me. But with everything going on and all the blood in the air I can’t plan for that. I can only pray she’s not trying to be tough and throw herself in the middle of the fight. That would be just like my mate and the idea of it nearly distracts me. The familiar sound of car engines flitters into my ears and my heart s
~Dakota’s Point of View~ BEEP BEEP I make a face at the offending noise and snuggle up to the warmth surrounding me. Hmm, so soft, so nice and snuggly. BEEP BEEP “Shut up already,” I groan, as I turn and move my hand. Only instead of finding a nice soft pillow, I find a fistful of hair. In my hazy state, I pop one eye open and see nothing but light brown hair, so much of it. Did I fall asleep on a massive wig? A dog?? I smack my lips together and desperately wish I had water. This is all too much. THUD The sounds of several people talking and what I think is a car door slamming have me waking up more. When I turn, a wet tongue is on my cheek and licking. I groan and put my hands up defensively. “Ohh what the hell,” I shout, shoving it away. There’s a laugh from somewhere but I ignore it, focused only on the large mass in front of me that doesn’t want to move. When I blink rapidly, I’m met with a huge snout. I try again in vein to push it away. “Whose dog is this and why--”
~Dakota’s Point of View~ “So some people just hang out in their wolf form like all the time,” I ask, still trying to understand. I watch as people just casually walk around with wolves. Some pet them, some just go about their day like it's no big deal. Some wolves just sun bathe like a human would. Weird. “Yeah, it’s liberating like nothing else. It’s an itch you have to scratch. You share a mind and a body but when one is in its natural state, the other has to take a back seat. It’s only right to share the time. People who live in cities, that don’t want to be part of a pack… Well we don’t have a high opinion of them and vice versa. You have to let you wolf out. It's cruel not to,” William explains. I tap my lips absentmindedly, still not able to wrap my head around it. Dex sits a few feet away from me, roasting some meat over the fire. They wanted me to watch them hunt but there was absolutely nothing about it that seemed appealing. I’ll gladly starve and wait for my dinner to
~Dex’s Point of View~ *We need to pounce!! We need to get her to fall in love with us all over again! Then my little shy vixen Laney will come back,* Kent says, wagging his tail with pure excitement. I sigh and run my hand through my hair as I watch Dakota talking to some female about where we’re going to sleep. It was all we could do to convince Harley to stay the night. But we’re all running on fumes and I’m ashamed to admit I don’t know how to drive. It doesn’t exactly look hard, but I just have no experience with it and neither do Mitch and William. Harley was able to get through to someone at Dakota’s pack on the phone. They confirmed everyone there is well and they haven’t been invaded. They also verified some of his family was there so I think he’s calmed a bit. For now, anyhow. I have no doubts that the great King Micah will hold her and likely me responsible for Caspian’s death. He’s not going to let it go. My fingers practically twitch with the raw need to touch Dakota
~Dakota’s Point of View~ His kisses are too soft and gentle, but I need them to be more aggressive. Maybe I’m just too impatient. But this is my first … well anything. Atlas kissed me, but I just stayed frozen unsure what to do. More like because I didn’t want him touching me. He didn’t even seem to notice. That’s it though, I’m never thinking of him again, I can’t. Dex’s weight is heavy on me, but I love it. So much so that when I wrap my legs around his waist, he quickly tries to pull himself away. I only tighten my grip, feeling just how strong my thighs are. He groans as I feel this heavy erection hit just above where I need it. My body feels so alive, but just on the edge. I need him to push me over it. Whatever happens I’m on the Dex train and that isn’t going to change. I try to shift, but I can’t move much with his weight. Even though I don’t remember any intimate experiences, I somehow seem to have a total understanding of what needs to happen. What I am certain I will mak
~Dakota’s Point of View~ “This is certainly not how I wanted the night to go,” I grimace. I lay absolutely still on my side, as Dex licks -- yes LICKS my butt cheek. I try to find a way to enjoy it but I’m just not sure it's possible. At least it's right in the fat part… I guess. “Me either but here we are. I knew right away every moment with you would be an adventure but you just keep on making crazy turns. If you want to call it that,” he says, as he laughs. I wince when he blows cool air on my wound, though it does feel good. “Shifters have healing properties in their blood and saliva. I’ve had to clean up some of my sisters while they were still wolf-less. I promise you it isn’t weird,” he says, blowing once more. My eyes go as wide as possible. Sure, not weird AT ALL. “I guess I totally killed the mood,” I say, annoyed. He slaps his hand on my leg, then kisses it. “We weren’t going all the way, Dakota. It isn’t safe. If this hurts, imagine a gash in your neck. No to ment
~Dex’s Point of View~ *Get ready,* I warn Kent. She only had so much time to tell me very little, but the old Dakota knew to tread very carefully around Harley because of how close their packs were. This Dakota however, doesn’t care about that. She can’t understand it and it’s not her fault. This Dakota knows she was almost forced into a marriage she didn’t want, and she’s not about to let it happen again. I love more than anything that her strength shines through. She knows her mind even when she doesn’t. Dakota won’t be a prop for some male. So when I see the veins in his face and neck practically popping through his skin I know he’s lost control of his wolf and Kent is already pushing through me in response. When a wolf is provoked, and his animal feels wronged, threatened… there’s nothing the human can do. The wolf has to fight the threat. And after all, isn’t that what us Alphas were all trained to do? But I have no real interest in hurting or killing Harley. He’s nothing
~Dex’s Point of View~The sting of the cool air hitting my face feels like heaven. It feels like freedom. But it's all a false feeling, only temporary. I’m far too disciplined to allow myself any indulgences, but this one I’ll hold onto for the moment. It’s allowing me to ignore the blood pulsing in my ears, the hairs on my arms standing on end since I woke up this morning. Today could be the last day of my life. Or it could be what makes me a legend. My gaze moves to the sky, trying to get a glimpse of the moon that has brought me so much comfort. It's the only real constant you can count on, especially for a werewolf. *I feel its electricity! Almost like its alive I swear,* my wolf shouts, as if I will struggle to hear him from within our brain.“Coming up ladies! Man up or go crying home to mama,” someone yelled. I just caught it over the tornado whipping into the train car. I had no idea if we were at camp yet, but something told me we were. *The smell has definitely shifted. I