Lone Wolf (First in Lone Wolf Series)

Chapter Seventeen

“I wondered when you would want to spend time with me.” Farrah said matter of factly as she and Trig walked through the trees. Trig frowned and glanced over at her.

“You seemed busy.” he replied. She frowned and picked a big green leaf from a nearby tree. She began to tear strips from the leaf as she looked over at him.

“Busy? I have not been busy.” she replied and then she sighed. “Busy is busy. Busy is when you have no time to think. Busy is better.”

“Better than what?” Trig asked.

“Than thinking.” Farrah replied quietly. Trig wanted to slip his arm around her but was afraid she would shy away from his touch the way she always seemed to.

“Life was hard there wasn’t it?”

“The Master kept it simple. No need for making decisions. Just do as you’re told and you might get food and no beatings. Do wrong and you will wish for death but not receive it.”

“You’re not in that world anymore, Farrah, and believe me when I tell you that you never will be again.” Farrah studied him for a moment and then tossed her leaf aside.

“It was very kind of your pack to take me in.” she said, looking away quickly. Trig sighed. He was sure that Farrah was his mate. The way his wolf reacted to her could not be mistaken for anything else and the fact that he did not have any desire for any other woman, not even that voluptuous raven haired beauty at the brothel who had been his favorite before Farrah’s arrival. But even though he was certain of this, she had yet to mention it or even act as if Trig was anything special.

Now Trig wasn’t a coward but he also wasn’t real eager to open his mouth, vow his devotion to the woman and have her laugh in his face.

“Have you been having fun watching the lessons with Nickolai?” he asked, and Farrah frowned and ran her hand through her long silky hair, causing Trig to lose focus on his footsteps and trip over a root, he nearly fell on his face but Farrah caught him by the arm and held him up.

At the feel of her touch Trig very nearly lost control. He wanted nothing more than to grab her in his arms, lose his fingers in all that hair and kiss her until she was breathless. He should be able to, after all, because she was his mate. She had been made just for him and him for her.

Farrah must have seen the hunger in his eyes because she quickly released her hold on him and stepped away, her own eyes shining with fear.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, Farrah.” Trig said gently as he stepped toward her and she matched his movement by stepping back and keeping the distance between them. “I won’t hurt you.” Her eyes darted back and forth and then she crossed her arms and began walking again.

“What is fun?” she asked suddenly. Trig blinked several times as he stared at the empty space where she had been standing moments ago.

“Huh?” he muttered, unsure of what she was talking about.

“You asked if I was having fun. What is fun?”

“Really?” Trig asked with a frown as he caught up to her. “You don’t know what fun is?”

“It is a concept I do not understand.”

“Fun.. It means..” Trig thought about a way to explain fun. “When you’re having fun you feel freer. Lighter. It makes you laugh and makes you smile.”

Farrah thought for a moment and then a bright smile lit her face. Trig felt his mouth go dry at the sight and his heart began to thunder.

“All those things you said are me with you.” she said happily. “You are fun.”