Big Bad Wolfie

Hehehe.

That was fun.

And terrible.

But mostly fun!

. . . Not really, it was pretty unbearable.

The way his scent felt all over me and in my nose and lungs was heaven.

What I didn't like was what it did to my head. It made me feel out of control. I'm no stranger to the feeling, but the consequences are the opposite of heavenly.

When he took off that d@mn shirt of his, my lungs felt like they do when I see a needle or. . . Never mind. They felt like they were closing in on me, and my heart was beating tens of beats per minute.

All my instincts were telling me to take a bite.

A loonnggg, delicious bite.

But if I expect him to show restraint, I have to too.

But now I'm in some room in their pack house. I don't quite know why I chose this one to run to. It's on the third floor and pretty deep within the house.

All I know, is that it smells like him.

And is covered in pictures of him.

So it's probably his room.

Great place to hide from him, right?

Definitely not, but that didn't stop me from slowly running my fingers along the desk. Or taking one of the pillows and holding it to my chest.

I took in a long, deep breath and the smell of guy's shampoo and him flooded my senses.

I should really get out of here.

Oh look, pictures. Fun.

I walked over to the full body mirror with pictures taped all over the perimeter, pillow in hand.

Where to start?

My eyes were drawn to one of him, Happy, and some other guy at a lake. They were all wearing swim trunks and no shirt.

I think I'm developing an obsession with his chest.

But his arms are so nice too!

But those abs!

Apparently the obsession is with his entire upper body. Good to know.

It might even compete with his eyes or smile.

But I digress. My eyes kept skimming around the mirror and it seemed that in every single one of the pictures he was smiling.

Smiling a beautiful and dangerous smile.

It's only dangerous to me really, but that doesn't take away its merit.

. . . It's a smile that hasn't been directed at me since. . . Ever. He hasn't smiled at me once. Only smirks and vexing grins have been sent my way.

And it f**king hurts.

So much.

Why does it hurt so much? And why does it only hurt sometimes?

. . . I guess the same reason all the bad memories only hurt sometimes.

But when they do they hurt like a b***h.

Makes sense.

F**k, now I'm crying.

And cussing. Telltale sign I'm f**king sad.

I tore my eyes away from the mirror covered in something I may never experience, someone I might never meet, and walked right into another picture of a happy Wolfie. But this one was framed.

And with a girl.

I realized I've had a sad smile on my face throughout this whole ordeal, because it dropped a centimeter. And so fallowed a small tear.

beautiful mate and his heart stopping smile is something to grin

stared at

giving him a kiss on the temple. His smile is more radiant than I'm sure the camera

Another tear.

if the tears are because of this picture or their just the build up

have just tipped the

I think

the sad smile's still on my

"That's his cousin."

"Holy crap!"

to its rightful place on the desk, but it only ended up tumbling down. I caught it before it

towards the intruder and found the

. I didn't even hear you." I stuttered. Why am I panting and why is my heart beating so fast? "Which is. . .

long have you been standing there?" I asked,

you smelled the

"Oh."

. . She

That's embarrassing.

". . . Um," I dropped the pillow back on the

She chuckled.

that mean? She just found the one who just kicked her son's @ss in

Laughing doesn't seem like a

I was alerted

"Who's his cousin?" I tilted my head. We're the only ones in

She nodded her head to the picture as she came

"Oh.

Thank the goddess! HA! IM the

came closer. I eyed her and watched as she fixed the pillow on his bed

said seriously, "what were you doing in here? Poisoning my son's pillow with

eyes bulged, "U-um. .

NO!

can't I just

I'm

She burst into laughter, "I'm kidding

I sighed

She giggled

you'd come here," she smiled, looking

followed her gaze.

guess it makes sense why Wolfie picked my room to sleep in back in my house then. I don't even think he knows it

looked back at the

"Oh, um. . ." Since when do I get tongue tied? I'm trying to find words to explain further what I'm

a cookie out of the jar, and because I'm craving

The luna laughed again, "Don't

. . She called

you've done some exploring already," she said,

"Um, yeah."

goddess, why am I so

nodded absentmindedly, "well do you have any questions?" She

little at the welcoming question, "Oh,

around for something I wanted to ask about. I'm not wasting this opportunity to learn something

boy I've never

happy. Maybe that's why I

I asked pointing to the

lightly. "I was

my brows.

Jason would never bring it

was a hint of

cleared my throat. ". . . Who is he?" I asked

tilted her head, admiring the photo. "It's my first born. Jason's older brother, Dillan. He's

silent, feeling like there's more to this considering her tone and the fact Jason would never bring him

away during The Blood

caught in

.

a nasty

I can say to make this

I would know.

no exception. "I. . . I'm really sorry

in a better place

is why I ask you

is why

it's an excuse for how he's been behaving, because it's not, but he started his training very late, so he doesn't exactly have the whole thing down

gets caught up in trying to prove himself to his father and be like

but she cut me off, "I'm sure he'll learn though, very sure.

to cut her off, "Of course," I had to hold back a small giggle at the way she

helping me understand,"

dear," she suddenly switched back to being completely composed. "Just be glad one of the boys didn't find you in here first," she laughed.