MUST NOT LOVE THE PREY by Magic pen

LIAM’S POV.

“Oh!.” I groan under my breath as I stare down at the creature I had shot with the gun, lying still in front of me. Only this time, it isn’t a deer, as I think it is. It is a living being. Not just any living being but a female, one that lies there stark naked.

“Oh!” I groan again and run my fingers through my thick Brown hair. My head is reeling with thoughts of things to do.

Is she dead?

I wonder and take a step closer to assess her breath by leaning forward with a finger under her nose. I feel something like air against my skin, but is it hers or that of the breeze here?

 Confused, I drop my shooting gun and kneel right next to her. My eyes trail down to her tiny round butt, and I breathe.

I am sure I won’t find holding a dead naked woman in my arms ‘fun.’

I take my hand firmly under her to roll her over, her skin against my innocent flesh. Soon her face is up, and I try so hard not to take a glance over her body, but I do. My now greedy eyes took a not-so-quick survey of her body. Her fair round breasts divided themselves as each stuck to the side for survival from the cold air. Her nipples stand from the coldness.

 I groan softly as I try not to picture her lying in my arms, her bare skin against mine. After all, I am not a pervert.

 My eyes follow the lower part of her body, tracing it till the end—her long slender legs and what is between them. I see a little bit of hair around her woman, and goddess help me as it takes more than ‘I’m not a pervert’ to stop myself from bouncing on her and taking in every bit of her.

But I am not a pervert. At least I don’t want to be one. So I pushed the thought aside and stared at her right hand, where the blood was gushing out.

What am I to do next?

Maybe I could flee and pretend this all never happened since Wolves like himself barely tread this path.

“Is she dead?.” I whisper to myself, expecting an answer from my Wolf, who seems to have abandoned me in this mess. Unable to get a response, I let out a loud sound and gnashed my teeth before standing up.

I know all I have to do is pretend this never happened since I never saw her coming. I had thought it was a deer and….. I push replaying the scene aside and stare at her now pale face. She looks pretty with her pointy nose and small rounded lips. Reflection from the moonlight dancing on her Red silk hair as I run my fingers through them.

My thoughts wander to what she was supposed to be doing in a forest this thick, naked, and by this time. A chaperone every-time must accompany a woman like her every day to prevent perverts from feeding on her.

Maybe she is a witch. Or evil, Or maybe there is a wicked stepmother somewhere who had pushed her out to….Just like in the stories I read to my sister growing up.

I push my thought aside and quickly pick up my gun, standing on my feet and walking away.

Halfway out, I heard a roar, one that sounded like that of a bear. I ignore it and go my way, stepping out to where I had parked my car. I open the boot and throw my gun in it, then step into the vehicle.

“Are you going to leave her there?.” Olcan say as I ignite the car, turning the key in it with my left hand on the wheel, ready to move.

“She is dead,” I respond coldly. I didn’t care if she was. Or am I supposed to be?

“How sure are you? What if she isn’t?.” Olcan snaps. I can imagine him rolling his eyes in an attempt to pass on his message.

 I pause to think about it; never did it occur to me to confirm her death, but what could be done now? What if the bear had gotten to her by now? Or maybe other animals did? Creepy reptiles…. There were so many things in this thick dark forest that would kill her in a few minutes.

“You caused her this, so it’s your responsibility, or will you leave her out there to the bears? The innocent lady probably came out for a run in the forest. Her family is probably out there looking for her, worried as hell and….jeez Liam, I thought better of you.” Olcan says and lets out a soft growl to show his disappointment.

I pull in a shaky breath.

Maybe Olcan is right. Perhaps she isn’t dead.

I can’t say for sure.

I left even before I could correctly check.

He feels other Wolves’ pains, including animals as well. He isn’t as cold-hearted as I am. It makes me wonder if maybe that's why the moon goddess paired him with me. I can is everything differently from me.

“But what if she is dead?.” I ask, confused. I didn’t want to put up his hope on something that might not be true. I know Olcan more than himself to understand that he never lets things go and gets attached to things quickly.

“We will never find out if we don’t try.” Olcan snarls, and I immediately know I have to get out of the car and get her.

 Olcan acts more feminine than masculine most times with the way he reacts, keeps grudges, and brings up old issues over and over again. I am still yet to recover from his constant reminder that I had killed a Mother antelope to leave her young one to fend for themselves. According to Olcan, I acted like a monster.

 Getting out of the car, I slammed the door behind me and started to walk back toward where I had come out. I hear the roar again. This time it sounds louder and angrier. I quickened, running fast in the order I had left her. Not because I care but because I can hear Olcan's soft growl of disgust.

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I slow my pace as I get closer, putting out my feet a step at a time, careful not to awaken or alert whatever danger lurks around. Olcan had gone silent again, and it made me wonder if there was something he knew that I didn’t.

I’m starting to think coming back here to save a stranger is a bad idea, especially now that Olcan makes it look so. Plus, I found it hard to remember where I had hit her—the spot I picked her up. Nonetheless, I still remember her body's appearance and how soft and sensitive her skin is. It makes me want to feel her again.

Argh!

I groan softly to control my mind from going astray and push the thoughts to the back of my head.