Once in front of him I took my time to observe his features from up close, any bruises sustained during our struggle (me beating him), had long since faded and I knew not to worry about any lasting damage I might have caused, there would be none. He sat eerily still as I watched him but when I reached out a hand to touch the pale skin of his neck he flinched and quickly moved out of the way. I saw the moment he realised what he'd done as his shoulders jumped in time with the hitch in his breath and he glumly inched back to his former position.
"Sorry..." came his pitched voice and I nearly barked out a laugh at the sound, it sounded so infantine. I stayed my hand for a moment then let it continue on it's course, not giving away any of my emotions. I was glad he seemed to have no mind to listen in on my own heartbeat at that particular moment or it would have betrayed everything...
My fingers trailed the mark Lina had left at the nape of his neck and he involuntarily leaned into my touch. He definitely knew.
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WerewolfShort shifter story that popped up and was mostly written during the time I was supposed to work on my thesis... It was supposed to be a one shot but for now I separated the story into scenes. So each chapter is a different scene, some are longer, s...
