Werewolf: Supernatural Bad Boy III

TraegerI love running in the woods as I search for prey. Lifting my nose up in the air, I inhale the scent of the pine trees and the fresh air. Two of my pack members, Arsenal and Grey, do the same as they run behind me.               The moon is out, and we’re one with nature. We’re all trying to catch a deer before the Institute calls us in.Arsenal nudges his chin to the trees up ahead and narrows his eyes. “I smell something ahead, Traeger.”I nod my head in agreement as we traverse through the wild terrain. My pack and I have lived in the Lycan Research Institute all our lives. We’re part of an elite group of Lycans chosen from birth to be soldiers and have spent all of our lives training for war.According to the Insitute’s top scientist, I am the alpha of my team. Even though I’m only twenty-two years old, I have a great deal of training in f

Chapter 4: A gift from the heavensTraegerGrey’s fist flies towards me, but I manage to block it. Leaning close, I kick out and knock him onto his back. We’ve been working on fighting tactics since four in the morning. Thankfully, Lycans don’t need much sleep. Sweat trickles down my face and chest with my exertions. At around ten in the morning, Dr. Shepard walks into the gym and calls out to us. Our gym is large with high-end exercise equipment and an octagon for sparring.Dr. Shepard is an older man with gray hair and a bald head. His right-hand man, Dr. Spencer, claps loudly, indicating that he needs our attention. We all stop and stand in attention like the good little soldiers we are. Dr. Shepard tightens his lips and clears his throat loudly. “It’s time for breakfast, boys. Meet us back here when breakfast is over. There are a few tests that we need to run before you go back to your training. You may go.”Once he

TraegerArsenal, Grey, and I are running through the obstacles this morning. But our obstacle is not the kind that you imagine a normal human would use. This one has deadly blades, spikes, and fire pits. If you miss the mark, you’re dead. I run through the motions, never missing a beat, which is strange considering that my thoughts are filled with thoughts of her. I need to see her. The need is tearing me apart. After we run through the obstacle, we all head towards our rooms. I pace for a few moments feeling like a caged animal. The urge to see her is nearly overwhelming in its veracity. Unable to take it any longer. I head back out of the Institute. The guards pay me no notice since I routinely leave the Institute for a jog.It doesn’t take me long to get to the lagoon. Same as yesterday, I crawl up the stone wall, mindful of keeping my presence hidden. Almost as if I imagined her, the girl appears before me. This time she’s in a thin white

 JelenaI can’t believe what I’m seeing. One moment I’m about to be torn to shreds by a giant wolf, and the next, a gorgeous guy tosses the wolf-like a feather against a tree. He’s built. His body is golden with muscle. He’s at least a few inches over six feet. His hair is pitch black, and his eyes are the color of steel. I gasp in shock when he moves closer and peruses his gaze down my body. We stand there in silence for a few moments. I don’t know what to say. What I do know is that he’s the one that was watching me yesterday and today. My eyes roam across his body again. The only thing he’s wearing is a pair of black cargo shorts that fall low over his six-pack abs to the v of his stomach. I lick my lips at the sight of the large bulge between his legs. I want to lick him. My body heats, and my heart speeds up. I’m getting wet. The man sniffs the air in an animalistic way, then roams his eyes across my body

TraegerIt has been several days since I left her. When the alarm resounded, a switch turned on in my brain, urging me to leave. I didn’t know what to say, so I ran. To my regret, I went back to the lagoon to find her, but she wasn’t there. I went back a few more times, but she never came back.  Every time I go back to the Institut, I feel resentment growing inside of me. Because if it weren’t for the interruption of the alarm, I’d have already been with her. Even after days of not seeing her, my body is still aroused. I’ve also been unable to sleep at night. All I can think about is her mouth and body. My frustration has risen to such a level that my fighting has become more aggressive. Every time I kick, punch, or shoot something, I imagine it is the Institute’s researchers.Arsenal and I are sparring when I land a hard shot to his sternum. He falls on the floor, clutching his chest and choking as the air constricts in