Todos os capítulos de Panther: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

I end up borrowing some leggings from one of my guards, Angie. She was about the same height and build as Cleo. Though the leggings were a powder blue color. I noticed Cleo typically stuck to dark and bland colors, so I was a little worried she would be annoyed by what I brought her. I also got a sports bra from her. I don't think bras are like underwear where you shouldn't share, right? I just knew that Cleo wore these in the past and the one she was in now had left red marks on her shoulders from where it was digging in. Even something as small as that, made me jump into gear in finding a solution for her, to make her that much happier. Why did I care so much? I don't know. I guess it didn't really bother me, I just wan't used to wanting to dote on a woman like this before. I'm not saying I had ever been rude or even cold towards my bedmates in the past, but I always made it very clear I wasn't their partner, I wasn't interested in being their butt-buddy, and I wasn't going to be the

I was being suffocated.Someone was trying to smother me.I was going to die.Stop being dramatic.I finally pry my eyes open, squinting against the bright sunlight streaming through the blinds.I realize I was definitely not being murdered, but Ike had somehow managed to cover my face and upper chest with half his body. His arm was draped across my neck and hanging off my side of the bed. I wasn't used to sharing my bed with someone, and definitely not someone who slept as wildly as Ike did. He kicked me constantly and made weird noises and talked sometimes too. He drooled and stole the blanket multiple times throughout the night. It was a little annoying. And a little cute.I groaned and shoved him off of me. He just turned over and kept sleeping. I shook my head as I crawled out of bed.I pulled his huge shirt and too big boxers off of me and pulled on another pair of borrowed leggings. I really needed to get some stuff from my place. I guess if I was staying here, I really needed t

"Wait-" Matt leaps forward, but it's too late. My panther is tearing through my flesh, stretching her fingers and toes and letting out one of her famous screechy roars. He stumbles backwards to avoid getting scratched.My panther dips low to the ground, baring her teeth and swishing her tail back forth. She's staring into Matt's eyes. She is very clearly challenging him. He's the Alpha's right hand man, if he doesn't at least try to win this, he could be seen as a failure, depending on how harsh this pack is.He stands, shaking his head and pulling his clothes off. "Don't get hurt." He says, and then he's gone, replaced by his dirty blonde colored wolf.My panther doesn't hesitate; she leaps forward, claws extended and mouth dripping with saliva. She's in battle mode, and it scares me. I have always thought how much it would suck to be going against her.But Matt's wolf doesn't even flinch as we crash together, my panther digging her teeth into his shoulder. She lets go quickly though

I loved Cleo so much at that moment.In that moment when I saw her putting in effort to work through a problem we were having instead of throwing a hissy fit and running away.She asked me what was wrong, I told her, she thought about what I said, and then apologized and explained why she did what she did. And I understood, I really did. She was in a new pack filled with people that didn't trust or understand her. She was on the defense twenty four seven. I too would feel a need to prove myself.But I didn't want her to feel like the only thing she was good for was fighting and killing. She hadn't made connections with a ton of people, but each one she had made was a strong one.I was proud of her, and it made me fall even more deeply in love with her.I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know how I felt about her. But was now a good time? Or should I like, take her to a cliff overlooking the ocean and declare my undying love for her?I shook my head. I was overthinking this. I looked

The next few days were relatively quiet.I got up every day at six and went to train with the pack guards. I would kick everyone's ass and then we'd goof off until about twelve. I'd eat lunch with Ike, see what he'd been doing all day, then I'd train with Willow.She was teaching me her family's fighting style. I didn't know exactly what it was called because it was Japanese, but I did know that it was very different from anything I had ever done. Willow said I mostly fought like a dying animal. Every attack I performed was to kill. I ripped with my teeth and claws a lot or used my head and body weight to get my opponent on the ground to pummel them.Willow's fighting style was elegant and quick. It targeted joints and pressure points, making it impossible for an opponent to fight back after a few carefully placed jabs. It involved a lot of footwork and jumping, but also an extensive knowledge of the human body. Willow knew exactly where to hit anyone to get them to crumple into a usel