Why Does Zane Wear A Mask Over His Mouth 소설 & 이야기

This is it– the moment of truth! Zane exited from the car first, with a mask of cool indifference on his face as he helped the children out. When he turned to me, offering his hand, I was struck by the intensity in his steely grey eyes. There was a silent pledge there, one that said more than words ever could. We were in this together now, for better or worse.

He walked up to the werewolf lying on the floor, examining his face. "He's a rogue, I smell it," Zane said, unveiling the mask fully. His face was marred by the scars of his rogue transformation. I looked closely and noted the symbols drawn on his face. I recognized it instantly. With a swift motion, Zane drew me close and kissed my forehead, getting up as swift. "You stay safe. The pack must be secured," he said, walking briskly out of the room. "No, I'll come with you," I said, walking behind him with full determination.

Zane was currently shirtless, sporting a pink apron with cupcakes splattered all over it. "Why does everyone assume I'm without domestic skills?" Zane asked aloud. "It's somewhat offensive." "I don't know, man." I eyed him up and down in hesitation, "Maybe it's the skull tattoos on your arms and the pierced nose?" "What, this old thing?" Zane pointed to the stud in his nose and heaped a pile of pasta onto Pris's plate that doubled the size of Jaymeson's. "Eating for two."

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment… Bianca.” The keys, or whatever small lock had just clicked, sealed the last flicker of hope. He pulled his mask off in one smooth motion and turned to face me fully. No. There was no way. “We can do this the easy way…” His eyes traced my body with open hunger. “Or I can remind you why you once belonged to me.” The mask dropped to the floor. “Zane?”

A muffled voice nagged at me, but my eyes felt too heavy to open, and I didn't want them to burn from the bright lights. Another downpour of cold water assaulted me, and this time, I cried out in shock. My eyes darted open, spotting the culprit. Zane stood before me, no longer in his suit but in a black shirt that hugged his toned body nicely. His tattoed arms were on full display as he crossed them over his chest, showing off his muscle, his dark jeans tight around his muscular thighs.

I had just finished putting on mascara when Zane came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me flush against his chest. He was looking dashing in a pair of black jeans and a light blue button-up, the color of the shirt making his eyes look even paler and his piercing giving him an edgy look. Moving my hair to the side, he planted a kiss on my mark, a small moan escaping my lips as I felt the pleasure of sparks ignite through my neck and down my arms.

“And why did you run? You knew I was chasing you. But you ran away. Zane, what’s going on?” He broke eye-contact then and looked up, to the massive moon in the sky. The moonlight washed over his features. His face was definitely thinner. “It’s…it’s complicated,” he sighed. “I can’t explain it.” “Try,” I nudged. Something was clearly bothering him. He looked like he was searching for the right words. But instead of explaining, his eyes darted to my arm. I was wearing my sleeveless nightie. His eyes landed on the gash on my forearm. It wasn’t too deep, but it was really red. It was from today’s training session, with the knives.

Hoping against hope, I snapped my attention to Zane’s face, praying that he hadn’t seen me practically eye-raping him. But no such luck! Because the furious mask of distress had been replaced with a smirk that blew his already oversize ego up to the size of Texas! Shit!

"They have caught up to us! Those hunters! They are here" Just as Zane's eyes widened , the room filled up with a green gas and the four of them went down coughing. The last Zane saw before passing out was one masked man staring at him . Then he blacked out.

"My friend's inside, so the guy at the door said I could come find him." The masked worker frowned. "Your friend? Which room are they in? I'll take you there." Zane started moving closer while talking. "He's in..." Before he could finish the sentence, Zane chopped the guy with a knife-hand strike. The worker went down like a sack of potatoes. Zane dragged him to a hidden spot, swapped their work clothes and mask, and then walked forward confidently. With the mask on, nobody could tell the person underneath had switched. After Zane walked out, another masked worker called over to him. "Go do a round of the cabins in a bit."