Chapter 4
Naked Evidence
Clarissa
His question was startling and he asked so quietly yet I heard it in the depths of my soul. I was unaware of the moment I let go but my portrait was in his hands now and he was frowning down at it.
“Kaira, make yourself scarce,” I ordered, putting enough hauteur in my voice to leave no room for questions. Already feeling chastised by her own stupidity, she curtsied and exited the room gracefully. Carlin’s back was to me and the curve of his shoulders reminded me of the rocky hills surrounding their pack—solid and dependable. He was a mountain of a male, the youthful version of the warrior his father had once been.
“How is this possible?” he seemed to be murmuring to himself as he moved away from me with the image still in his possession. I followed him, not knowing what to say to him. He stopped and dug his feet into the damp flooring.
“Can you please explain this?” he fired at me, a hint of suspicion underlying his words. I came to a stop beside him and took my precious portrait from his big grasp gently. While I stalled, I was calculating my words with all precision, wondering how to explain. However, I had to be sure of his claim. The portrait was headless, meaning that he had recognized his torso in the picture, a vain yet intelligent observation. He watched me stand before him, my fingers brushing deliberately against the hem of his hide shirt.
“I will tell you all you want to know but first, how do I know this is your torso? Have you evidence to back up your claim?”
He snorted almost immediately, understanding where I was headed with my question. I quirked a brow, daring him to refuse but he quickly turned the tables on me. I had not realized how close I was to the wall until he invaded my space with a determined step, urging me to move backward. He was at most three heads taller than me and he used every inch of it to his advantage.
“Are you sure, Princess?” he mocked, his breath landing softly on the top of my head. I nodded, not trusting my voice to sound as strong as I wanted it to. His amber eyes still locked on my blue ones, his fingers went to the bottom of his shirt and peeled it off in one smooth, swift move. The thud of the shirt hitting the floor sounded as loud as the boom of thunder. My breath was snatched away with the shirt and I stared unabashedly at the sculpted male specimen of deliciousness. Reluctantly, I willed my eyes to peer at my small portrait as I made the comparisons.
For easier perusal, I placed it close to his chest. My eyes darted to and fro—image to the torso— as I noted the possibility that he was right. Down at my side, the fingers on my left hand itched to partake in the examination. His chest was like a jungle without the wild trees and animals, the hairs loops and curls so tight and long that they would make a fun game of undoing them. Carlin stood perfectly still and I noticed the tightening of his jaw every now and then. Unable to resist the living temptation in front of me, I traced my left hand over an old scar that had left an indentation below his collarbone.
He sucked in the air and let it out so fast that I withdrew my touch. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and replaced it over the scar, his eyes shutting briefly. When his lashes parted, the heat in his golden eyes had flown up a notch, technically making them balls of fire. My fingers curved over the spot and he let out another gushing sigh that made me weak in the knees. When he was somehow assured that I would not take my hand away, he slipped his grip off my wrist and relaxed.
“Yes, there are a lot of resemblances,” I concurred when I found my voice and cleared my throat to get rid of any residual emotion. “Like over here, you have a burn mark exactly the same as my portrait and the happy trail is. . .” I paused, feeling a rush of blood in my cheeks. Completing that sentence would send me up in a blazing fire of embarrassment and so I zipped my mouth shut.
“Satisfied with evidence then?” he grunted, his voice a bit gruffer than before. I met his eyes again and they were focused down below. It was then I realized that my hand was still on him, drawing nonsensical scribbles and patterns on his broad, hairy chest. I blinked rapidly, shocked at the subconscious activity of my own hand. He gently took the portrait from my grip and placed it out of sight. The temperature of the booth had tripled but I was not sweating on the outside, my innards were too warm.
“So about that explanation,” he cut in abruptly, killing the moment. “Can I have it now that you are done mapping out hidden caves all over me?” Humor was back in his voice, no doubt an attempt to lighten the mood. I reluctantly took my hand off him, the tips of my fingers tingling with exciting tension. I suddenly wanted to sit somewhere far away from him so I could catch my breath. Poking at a bicep to get him to move back yielded no positive results and his scent swam around me stubbornly. Goddess, why did he smell so good? I threw up my hands in sexual frustration.
“There’s nothing to give! I don’t understand any of it at all but I will tell you what I know. Would you please sit down at least? You are towering over me and your height is intimidating.”
Without breaking eye contact, he located a tree stump that passed for a seat and sat on it, moving with a fluid animalistic grace like the predator he probably was. I could not wait to see how magnificent his wolf would be. The height disadvantage gone, I felt more at ease in his presence.
“You won’t believe me when I tell you this but you don’t have to. I barely believe myself anyways. Here goes. I had that painting made by the man in my dreams. He comes. . . whenever I am asleep to. . . to be. . . to be with me briefly.” Dreamily, I picked up my portrait again and traced my fingers over the back. “His name is Lance or so I etched it at the back. . . no, Dream Me calls him Lance and he calls me. . .”
“Amaya,” Carlin stole the name from my lips, packing as much emotion into the three-syllabic name. “He calls you Amaya.”
Chapter 5 Bigger Than Us Carlin Clarissa stood transfixed like a graven image and it took gripping her shoulders before she came to. Her eyes were wide with unbelief, and her lips slackened by fear. “How... how did you know?” she stuttered, putting some distance between us. I chose to respect her decision by remaining where I was but my wolf disagreed, nipping at me. He did not like her shying away from us. “I have been having daydreams too just as you have been having dreams. Although I am not always a participant, a version of me seeks to be with a female he calls Amaya. It's so complex, really and. . .” Suddenly, I wanted her closer in agreement with my wolf. “Come to me, Clarissa. I will not hurt you.” I extended a hand to her and her gaze flickered tentatively over the offer. Her mind was strong and she was a confident she-wolf but sometimes, the heart won in such situations. She took the needed steps and placed her hand in mine. A sensation of accomplishment seized me
Chapter 6 Piece Of The Puzzle Clarissa “Please let him go, Elias! This is all my fault; punish me instead,” I pleaded, following the long line of people heading to the execution. The morning sun was shy, merely peeping out of a dark cloud as if feeling sorry for me. It was a still new morning, no winds pushing the trees, all of nature sympathizing with me. It was all my fault. Elias tugged my grip off his arm and shoved me hard away from him. “Guards, keep her at bay! No one should know about her participation in this crime. I shall cleanse the pack of this abomination. You, Amaya, shall have your punishment later,” Elias threatened, baring his teeth at me, his lips curled in jealousy. He was the Alpha and my mate but I felt nothing for him. My heart broke as I saw my lover tied up at a stake to be burnt alive. “Go, Amaya!” he screamed from on high. “I will be fine. Don’t watch me die, please. I love you.” His final words to me suddenly made me realize my loss. How would I go
Chapter 7 Lies and Misunderstanding Carlin She-wolves littered the grounds, some poking fun at their fellows who could not seem to get the dance steps right while some had frowns of concentration, trying with all their might to remember all the instructions. Their teacher, Delilah stood at my side, watching while Greg flanked my right side, surreptitiously staring at the spirited Delilah. “They are doing well, much better than before, I suppose,” I suggested calming her displeasure. She was not one to conceal her emotions and it was obvious that her students were not up to her standard yet. “Not good enough,” she retorted without sparing me a glance. “The Bonfire is almost upon us and they keep joining, knowing that I cannot send them away. I guess word has spread that the Alpha’s son now attends dance practice.” “And whose fault is that?” I immediately attacked her. Her only response was a cunning smile and a careless shrug. It was her idea that my presence would motivate
Chapter 8Heated ProximityClarissa I was a fool, a fool indeed. I kept berating myself as I speed-walked into the woods, spitting fire. I had long since lost Kaira and for her own sake, she’d better avoid me. Rough tree barks scratched at my skin but I did not feel their sting. I was far off in my head, too angry to feel physical pain. Carlin had a mate, a beautiful and talented dancer and he had been toying with my emotions, stringing me along like a puppet. Blinded by his magnificent masculinity and gentle hands, I had forgotten the very thing I had come to his pack to avoid– finding a mate. I thought we had bonded besides the shocking coincidence in the similarities of our dreams but it was all an ugly lie. Trampling through the forest angrily, I did not care to look around until I stopped to catch my breath. My surroundings were strange and for the first time, a trickle of fear watered down my raging anger. How far into the woods had I gone? If I was in my wolf form, I could
Chapter 9End Of The BeginningClarissa Carlin’s reply resounded in my ears and for the first time, the possibility that the she-wolf might have lied came to my mind. Without waiting for his side of the story, I had stormed off, not giving him the benefit of doubt. He wore a wry smile, unaware of the turmoil raging within me. “So, you don’t have a mate?” I wanted to be reassured before deciding on the next step to take. “I don’t. Whoever told you I have a mate clearly wanted to throw you off-balance—” “And they almost succeeded, almost,” I repeated, a bit to myself. Admitting I was wrong was not my best suit. Besides, Carlin might be lying too to cover up his crime and I would be none the wiser. I peered into his eyes for the truth and found steady golden orbs, never flicking, at rapt attention. I became uneasy all of a sudden. “We need to talk and I can’t have this conversation with you carrying me. I won’t run,” I added when he lifted a suspicious brow. Running would solve not
Chapter 10Confirmed Fears Clarissa His eyes were dark with hate and the she-wolf in his grasp was limp, probably using up her last breath. The male who had introduced himself as Greg earlier was unable to help in any way and he stood a few distances away, watching. “Carlin, please put her down. Let her go. Trust me, you do not want to kill her. We can talk about this without being violent.” He seemed to be listening, his ears perked at the sound of my voice. After a minimal moment, he chucked Delilah aside and came to me. Delilah scrambled away from reach, Greg running to her to make sure she was okay. Carlin’s body was slick with sweat and slowly, the darkness drifted away from me. Lance was gone and Carlin was in charge again. “I am so sorry about everything, Clarissa. Delilah. . . has some misguided notions and ambitions towards me. However, I want to make it known here and now that there is nothing between Delilah and me, not even friends anymore.” Massaging her bruised ne
Chapter 11 • An Unknown EmotionCarlin “Blood? What are you talking about, Healer?” I paced the room, aware of the panicked look on Clarissa’s face. We had just met and were getting to know each other. This was too much to comprehend. It was true that something odd was between us but bloodshed was the last thing I wanted. “It is, as I said child. A story has been retold in your generation and it involves the both of you. A love story, not allowed to be by two star crossed lovers. I have dreaded this day.” Adele raised her eyes to the ceiling, seeing far more than my eyes could. Clarissa beckoned on me silently and I returned to my place beside her. Without thinking about it, my fingers went behind her neck, kneading the stress away and occasionally combing her hair lightly with my fingers. “Healer… can you tell us this story? I have been having some nightmares and Carlin some daydreams, both of a similar nature.” “Why didn’t you let me know?” Adele accused me, pointing a wrinkl
Chapter 12 • Bitter Memory Carlin Coming to, my head felt like it had been bashed with a blunt object. It ached a lot as I struggled to keep my eyes open but seeing the worry on Clarissa’s face, I did not want to cause her any more grief. She was weeping over me and rubbing her hands all over my body. Kaira stood near the door, equally bewildered. Clarissa followed the direction of my eyes and dismissed the relieved handmaid. “Carlin, my love, I… I saw you… in that ugly cell. What does it all mean?” Like I had any answers myself. She watched me in expectation and I massaged the back of my sore neck. It was a flashback that had pulled into the darkness. That kiss of hers had triggered a very bitter memory from my past life. “I don’t have all the answers, Clarissa but I was in a flashback. The man you saw behind the cell was Lance and not me. I was merely trapped in his body and… and while I heard your voice, I could not move an inch.” Clarissa nibbled on her full lower lip th