MARKED BY HIS WOLF

s

la

do know I've gotten away from that place called

leaves, some underground bushes. It's all

. The moon is now hiding behind clouds, ca

, taking some slo

l to my butt, and p

ends a chill into my bones,

ace and quiet when something

the water, my eyes dartin

ne follow me here?" I pla

the groans sound off again, thi

longer, trying to pay attentio

object is in some sort of struggle, bu

calling for he

o see who it might be, bu

t a

o get me and sel

meone's actual

e forward, in the direction of wh

ntil I get to some rock, where th

en peek my head out

a p

rson

r side of the rock to see

ruggling to get a big-ass

pen?" I blurt out, standing there in

tion what a we

ad in my direction and says s

ill staring right at the sword that

so...

to his. He weakly points to the sword

nervously, and grab

say softly, and with all my might, I p

s of hard labo

another direction a

weak, worse, I thin

e my hands on his chest, "Hol

er, was awakened in me when I turned eighteen. Apa

ever in rare cases they do, someone exploits t

d be my fate, hence she mad

um of his heartbeat. As my hands make contact with his wound

rst that graduates into an electric sensation. I feel a heavy

wl in my head. My body shifts, and my vision blurs for

al. I look down at the man who's now staring at me puzz

s she?

is chest and look around,

. I don't know why, but I know someth

comes agai

Who is sayi

ead. A shrill voice. Too shrill to be

healed. Is she a

ealed-hold

man now sitting in front of

I can actually hear what he's saying inside loud an

thing to be

lf... I can't

ds over my mouth, my e

? Why's his voic

ks in a deep, silky voice, which is surprisingly dif

l registering the fact th

f moron? Why isn't

hest, "I saved your life, the least you could do is at

f course. He looks back at me again, his pu

tole m

ard, "No I didn't. W

, "I can't feel my wolf!

him? What has that

his veins popping u

e innocent? What exactly i

ch. I didn't steal your wolf

erent from Serena's, ca

i

edly get to my feet, my h

comes agai

i

the man in front of me,

ion hits me

g man who looks like h

waving my hands frantically, "I'm not a witch, I pr

lf to stand up, and oh boy,

thout his wolf?! I'm a nothing if

ust call himsel

an arrow sticks itself in the gr

rops. "A

zled glances for a f

he sweeps me off my feet and d

s happ

king to the ground before they even get to us, but the a

s whistles past,

't br