ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖

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At eleven fifty nine, my doorbell rang. I was freshly showered and dressed in my normal formal attire - jeans and a t-shirt - and was questioning whether I should just get back into pajamas and go to sleep for the rest of the day. I half expected Lucian to text me an address, but instead my phone remained silent.

Don't get me wrong, I was going to wait until five past twelve before I changed, just in case. And damn I was so close.

I opened my door.

Lucian looked down at me. "You didn't sleep."

Apparently the designer bags under my eyes gave me away.

I shrugged. "I wouldn't have woken up in time to do this if I would have gone back to bed. And I quite like how my door looks. Don't need another needy wolf breaking it off its hinges again."

"Needy?" He snorted.

"As fuck." I nodded. "Who breaks into the house of a person they know nothing about and expects them to drop what they're doing to help them? Wait" - I held up a hand - "that sounds like you."

He grinned. "We're in a good mood today."

I stepped outside before closing and locking the door. We began walking to his vehicle. "Peachy. I didn't get to bed until three."

He stopped walking to look back at me. "You've only had three hours of sleep?"

I glanced at him as I walked past, motioning to my less than favorable appearance. Putting makeup on would have been a waste of time, because no amount of concealer could conceal the obvious strain of exhaustion from my eyes.

I sat in his car and looked out the window as he put it into gear.

"You're sleeping when we get to where we're going," he said. "My pack doesn't need to meet you so desperately that you can't catch up on a few more hours worth of sleep."

"I'm fine," I argued, even though the lull of the car moving was enough to make my eyes even heavier.

He looked over at me for a moment before his eyes went back to the road. "Yeah. I see that. It's a ten minute drive from your house, and a fifteen minute run. Then you can come in and I'll let you use a room."

Run? Did the man expect me to run?

I shot him an incredulous look. There was absolutely no way I would get out of the car and run to whatever shit show he wanted me to go to.

I knew wereanimals generally stayed within the woods, but couldn't they have put a four-wheeler out there for non-wereanimals?

"I'll be doing the running." He turned left down a road that, from my perspective, led to absolutely nothing. "You'll be riding me."

I choked on a breath.

He grinned. "Someone's got a dirty mind."

"In your dreams." I didn't want to admit he was right. The first thing that popped into my mind hadn't been the cleanest of scenarios. Although, my mind cut off the entire first part of his speech and focused solely on the last four words.

The hell was going on with me?

"Once," he murmured.

I turned my head so incredibly slow to look at him. When my eyes found his face, his lips curled up into a small smirk, his golden eyes flicking over to see my reaction. I didn't know whether to be offended, flattered, or anything in between. I also wasn't sure if he was being serious, or if he was trying to get a rise out of me.

He parked his car off the side of the road in a small parking lot filled with many different types of vehicles. When he got out, I followed suit and stepped out as well.

I looked deep within the vast amount of trees and knew without a shadow of a doubt that I'd never be able to find their hideout again even if I marked the way with crumbs.

He stepped into the forest and I followed, watching him move silently until we were out of sight from the road. Only then did my hackles rise.

What if he brought me out there to kill me? It wasn't like I was doing some major job for him. And why would I need to meet his pack?

He began undressing, reaching down and lifting his shirt up and over his head before placing it gently on the ground beside his feet. He kicked off his shoes, slid off his socks, then unbuckled his belt before his eyes moved to meet mine.

"Having fun?" He didn't stop moving. He kept that eye contact as he slowly slid his belt from his pants, then flicked open the button.

"I'm trying to figure out what the absolute hell you are doing," I said, motioning towards his pants, which were being brought down over his hips with his fucking boxers.

My eyes fell, my face became hotter than I ever remember it being, and I turned away.

So that tan skin was natural. Good to freaking know.

"Shifting." He had a chuckle in his voice. "I need you to grab my clothes and get on my back once I shift. I'll run us through to my house."

"Nope," I replied. "I'd rather walk."

"You'd rather walk than ride me," he asked, and he was much closer than he had been.

I didn't move, nor did I breathe when I felt his heat behind me.

"The longer you argue," he said, "the longer it will take for me to shift and for us to get up to the house."

I wasn't a wereanimal, but I felt his power and the pheromones he put out. Whether he did it on purpose, I wasn't sure. But holy crap was I uncomfortable.

I held up the universal sign for "okay" and I heard him laugh before the sound of cracking met my ears.

I'd never watched a wereanimal shift before. I heard it was almost painless, but sounded a lot like their entire body was breaking to make room for the new form. It gave me chills.

When I finally turned around, a giant ass wolf stood behind me, only inches away. His eyes were still gold, and were almost at eye level with me. His fur was as black as night, with a small line of light brown that went from between his ears, all the way down to the tip of his nose.

I reached up and touched his fur, and he tilted his head.

"I've never seen a wolf up close," I said.

He huffed and licked my forehead before turning and motioning towards his clothes with a tail flick.

Onwards then, I guess.

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