werewolf! This was so messed up. Surely
if he was out to hurt her he would have done it by now. Taking a step closer to
him she raised her hand as if to place it into his.
With sudden horror Kat
realize she was standing in front of him in her bra. With a groan of embarrassment
she jerked her hand back and instead wrapped her arms around her chest. “Um,
what happened to my shirt?” Kat bit out as pink began to fill her cheeks.
Ronan snorted and went
to look for the fleece jacket that had fallen away in her scramble for freedom.
Kat rubbed her aching shoulder as she watched him move away from her. Now that
she was pretty sure she was in no immediate danger from him the rest of her
brain finally kicked it in gear. Looking at her shoulder there were bright red
marks where her skin had been torn open but the wound itself was already
sealed.
“What… what happened
to my shoulder? It’s… it’s healed.” Kat pulled up the leg of her jeans and
looked at the healing pink skin on her ankle in wonder. She had felt the
monster’s teeth tear through her skin and the blood on her clothing proved the
wound had been a bad one. How was this possible?
Ronan stood in front
of her with her recovered fleece jacket in his hands. “You were badly wounded. Your
shirt was destroyed.”
Kat looked at him in
confusion and took her jacket. She noticed he seemed to be avoiding answering
the rest. Sliding her arms into the sleeves she prodded him again.
“And my wounds?”
Kat gasped when Ronan
growled and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him away from the small cave. He
was glad she was finally covered up again. He had been trying to ignore the
creamy flesh swelling above the lacy cups. God, the way she had smelled upon
waking this morning and sent a jolt of heat straight through his body. The
sooner the two of them parted ways the better.
Kat allowed him to tug
her along for a moment and then her temper flared. Ronan was suddenly brought
up short as the little female dug her heels in and dared to yank back on his
arm. Turning to glare at her he was surprised when she stood her ground and
glared right back at him.
“Why am I healed and
why won’t you answer me?” Kat finished her demand by planting one fist on her
rounded hip. Ronan would have been amused if he wasn’t in a hurry to get her
out of the woods.
Scowling at her he
barely stopped himself from snarling in response. This was why he couldn’t be
around people anymore. “You were given my blood to heal you.”
Kat stared at him in
horrified shock. That was the last thing she had expected. “What?”
“Female come.” With a
tug on her hand he got her moving again. With a frustrated sigh we wondered if
it wouldn’t have been easier to just carry her out kicking and screaming.
“Wait! Am I going to
turn into a werewolf too now?” Kat stumbled along behind him while her thoughts
raced at a ferocious pace.
“My blood cannot turn
you into a werewolf. It was done to help you heal.” Ronan grit his teeth at the
half truth. His sensitive ears picked up a quietly muttered “Ew!” He knew that
he would never get her out of the woods if he gave her the full truth of what
she was. Now was not the time.
Kat was finally
blessedly quiet while she processed that little kernel of information. Her
silence didn’t last long though.
“You know you can stop
calling me “female” now, I have a name.” She muttered in irritation.
“I know this.”
“You do?” Ronan
groaned and waited for her latest round of questioning.
“Yes, the male where you
work called you Kat.” Great, he had been listening to their conversations while
lurking in the shadows of the shop. Maybe he was some kind of crazy werewolf
stalker. Dam it, Kat had thought he was some poor homeless lost soul! She had
fed him and everything. How could she have known he was a werewolf for God’s
sake.
“So… do you have a name?” Kat knew her questions were
if he was out to hurt her he would have done it by now. Taking a step closer to
him she raised her hand as if to place it into his.
With sudden horror Kat
realize she was standing in front of him in her bra. With a groan of embarrassment
she jerked her hand back and instead wrapped her arms around her chest. “Um,
what happened to my shirt?” Kat bit out as pink began to fill her cheeks.
Ronan snorted and went
to look for the fleece jacket that had fallen away in her scramble for freedom.
Kat rubbed her aching shoulder as she watched him move away from her. Now that
she was pretty sure she was in no immediate danger from him the rest of her
brain finally kicked it in gear. Looking at her shoulder there were bright red
marks where her skin had been torn open but the wound itself was already
sealed.
“What… what happened
to my shoulder? It’s… it’s healed.” Kat pulled up the leg of her jeans and
looked at the healing pink skin on her ankle in wonder. She had felt the
monster’s teeth tear through her skin and the blood on her clothing proved the
wound had been a bad one. How was this possible?
Ronan stood in front
of her with her recovered fleece jacket in his hands. “You were badly wounded. Your
shirt was destroyed.”
Kat looked at him in
confusion and took her jacket. She noticed he seemed to be avoiding answering
the rest. Sliding her arms into the sleeves she prodded him again.
“And my wounds?”
Kat gasped when Ronan
growled and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him away from the small cave. He
was glad she was finally covered up again. He had been trying to ignore the
creamy flesh swelling above the lacy cups. God, the way she had smelled upon
waking this morning and sent a jolt of heat straight through his body. The
sooner the two of them parted ways the better.
Kat allowed him to tug
her along for a moment and then her temper flared. Ronan was suddenly brought
up short as the little female dug her heels in and dared to yank back on his
arm. Turning to glare at her he was surprised when she stood her ground and
glared right back at him.
“Why am I healed and
why won’t you answer me?” Kat finished her demand by planting one fist on her
rounded hip. Ronan would have been amused if he wasn’t in a hurry to get her
out of the woods.
Scowling at her he
barely stopped himself from snarling in response. This was why he couldn’t be
around people anymore. “You were given my blood to heal you.”
Kat stared at him in
horrified shock. That was the last thing she had expected. “What?”
“Female come.” With a
tug on her hand he got her moving again. With a frustrated sigh we wondered if
it wouldn’t have been easier to just carry her out kicking and screaming.
“Wait! Am I going to
turn into a werewolf too now?” Kat stumbled along behind him while her thoughts
raced at a ferocious pace.
“My blood cannot turn
you into a werewolf. It was done to help you heal.” Ronan grit his teeth at the
half truth. His sensitive ears picked up a quietly muttered “Ew!” He knew that
he would never get her out of the woods if he gave her the full truth of what
she was. Now was not the time.
Kat was finally
blessedly quiet while she processed that little kernel of information. Her
silence didn’t last long though.
“You know you can stop
calling me “female” now, I have a name.” She muttered in irritation.
“I know this.”
“You do?” Ronan
groaned and waited for her latest round of questioning.
“Yes, the male where you
work called you Kat.” Great, he had been listening to their conversations while
lurking in the shadows of the shop. Maybe he was some kind of crazy werewolf
stalker. Dam it, Kat had thought he was some poor homeless lost soul! She had
fed him and everything. How could she have known he was a werewolf for God’s
sake.
“So… do you have a name?” Kat knew her questions were
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