aggravating him but she pressed on
anyway. Way to go Kat, lets poke at the crazy werewolf man.
“Ronan.” His name came
out in a growl. Kat decided she should maybe give the big half naked werewolf a
break, she didn’t know how far he would let her push him and had no interest in
finding out.
Chapter 4
Kat could do nothing
but stare at the broad back before her as they made their way through the
woods. The very width of him seemed to block all the daylight in front of her
as she grudgingly followed behind him in his shadow. Kat huddled a little
deeper into her fleece. The air was a bit chilly but he didn’t seem to notice
at all. With a blush she suddenly remembered how hot his skin had been when she
had woken up on his chest this morning. She figured werewolves must be hot
blooded or something.
She could see where
several of his wounds were still healing and blood was smeared on his skin. If
he were human he would be dead now, several of the wounds looked like they had
been near fatal. In fact if Kat hadn’t shot the feral, Ronan would probably be
dead right now. A feeling similar to panic surged through her body at the
thought of Ronan being killed. Kat shook the feeling off with surprise. What
was that all about? He was terrifying and she didn’t even know him, stupid hormones.
Unable to ask him all
the questions rattling around in her head Kat found her eyes constantly drawn
to the muscles in his back and arms as they cautiously made their way through
the woods. The man had muscles in places she didn’t know men could have
muscles. Were all werewolves built like this? A burning curiosity nagged at
her.
He was shirtless, she
supposed so he could shift when needed but he did have on a pair of worn jeans.
For some reason the jeans had survived his shift. She still wondered what he
was hiding beneath the long hair that hung past his shoulders and fell in his
eyes. She couldn’t really tell what his face looked like beneath the full beard
either. She could see the handle of her gun where he had tucked it into the
back of his jeans too. Great, crazy werewolf man also had her gun now.
Pulling her eyes away
from his broad back, Kat forced herself to focus on the trail. Although her
ankle was mostly healed it still ached with every step she took. She wanted
nothing more than to get back home again and put this nightmare behind her. She
was thirsty, she was hungry and desperately trying not to fall apart.
After several hours of
hiking they finally neared the end of the trail by Kat’s little house. She
almost plowed into Ronan’s back when he suddenly stopped and turned to face
her.
“Stay here.” The look
in his eyes promised serious consequences if she dared to disobey. With a gulp
of understanding Kat nodded and leaned against a tree to wait. He returned in a
matter of minutes with a large black backpack slung over one shoulder. Apparently
he had stowed his gear on the trail before tracking her yesterday. God, had it
only been yesterday?
The last three miles
of the trial went quickly and they were soon at the edge of the woods next to
her yard. Ronan’s hand darted out to stop her before she could leave the
shelter of the woods. She looked at him questioningly. “Wait here while I look
around.” Although the feral was gone he was still on his guard, especially now
that he was responsible for protecting Kat.
Her eyes went wide as
Ronan’s medallion glowed brightly along with his eyes and then the beast once
again stood in front of her. Kat couldn’t help the step she took back from him.
The small action made
him scowl at her, he didn’t like her reaction to his beast. With a low growl,
Ronan turned and cautiously approached her house. Kat watched as he skirted the
woods and circled around her property before moving out of sight. What was he
looking for? The feral was dead right?
Relief coursed through
her system when Ronan quickly returned. “Let’s go.” Kat followed
anyway. Way to go Kat, lets poke at the crazy werewolf man.
“Ronan.” His name came
out in a growl. Kat decided she should maybe give the big half naked werewolf a
break, she didn’t know how far he would let her push him and had no interest in
finding out.
Chapter 4
Kat could do nothing
but stare at the broad back before her as they made their way through the
woods. The very width of him seemed to block all the daylight in front of her
as she grudgingly followed behind him in his shadow. Kat huddled a little
deeper into her fleece. The air was a bit chilly but he didn’t seem to notice
at all. With a blush she suddenly remembered how hot his skin had been when she
had woken up on his chest this morning. She figured werewolves must be hot
blooded or something.
She could see where
several of his wounds were still healing and blood was smeared on his skin. If
he were human he would be dead now, several of the wounds looked like they had
been near fatal. In fact if Kat hadn’t shot the feral, Ronan would probably be
dead right now. A feeling similar to panic surged through her body at the
thought of Ronan being killed. Kat shook the feeling off with surprise. What
was that all about? He was terrifying and she didn’t even know him, stupid hormones.
Unable to ask him all
the questions rattling around in her head Kat found her eyes constantly drawn
to the muscles in his back and arms as they cautiously made their way through
the woods. The man had muscles in places she didn’t know men could have
muscles. Were all werewolves built like this? A burning curiosity nagged at
her.
He was shirtless, she
supposed so he could shift when needed but he did have on a pair of worn jeans.
For some reason the jeans had survived his shift. She still wondered what he
was hiding beneath the long hair that hung past his shoulders and fell in his
eyes. She couldn’t really tell what his face looked like beneath the full beard
either. She could see the handle of her gun where he had tucked it into the
back of his jeans too. Great, crazy werewolf man also had her gun now.
Pulling her eyes away
from his broad back, Kat forced herself to focus on the trail. Although her
ankle was mostly healed it still ached with every step she took. She wanted
nothing more than to get back home again and put this nightmare behind her. She
was thirsty, she was hungry and desperately trying not to fall apart.
After several hours of
hiking they finally neared the end of the trail by Kat’s little house. She
almost plowed into Ronan’s back when he suddenly stopped and turned to face
her.
“Stay here.” The look
in his eyes promised serious consequences if she dared to disobey. With a gulp
of understanding Kat nodded and leaned against a tree to wait. He returned in a
matter of minutes with a large black backpack slung over one shoulder. Apparently
he had stowed his gear on the trail before tracking her yesterday. God, had it
only been yesterday?
The last three miles
of the trial went quickly and they were soon at the edge of the woods next to
her yard. Ronan’s hand darted out to stop her before she could leave the
shelter of the woods. She looked at him questioningly. “Wait here while I look
around.” Although the feral was gone he was still on his guard, especially now
that he was responsible for protecting Kat.
Her eyes went wide as
Ronan’s medallion glowed brightly along with his eyes and then the beast once
again stood in front of her. Kat couldn’t help the step she took back from him.
The small action made
him scowl at her, he didn’t like her reaction to his beast. With a low growl,
Ronan turned and cautiously approached her house. Kat watched as he skirted the
woods and circled around her property before moving out of sight. What was he
looking for? The feral was dead right?
Relief coursed through
her system when Ronan quickly returned. “Let’s go.” Kat followed
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