Page 3 of His Curse
Please, Agatanahi Waya. Please let me run; it has been so long.
Wait.
My wolf snorts in annoyance then turns his back on me.
I hate denying him, I hate denyingme,but every time I shift there is just too much risk, too much danger around the possibility of it getting hijacked by theother.And whenhecomes out, I have no control.
No, I'm forced to sit back and watch the way he destroys everything he comes into contact with; the way he is reckless and careless, how he’s absolutely brutal with those around him.
It’s for the best that I at least hold off until Alpha Rivers calls the pack to shift, waiting until I have no choice, then pray like hell that theotherreally is dormant and when I run with the pack my wolf will come forth and nothim.
I guess maybe I'm a little hopeful, too.
The snap of a twig has my eyes darting from the water in front of me to the trees at my left, the sound clearly out of place in the otherwise still night. I see nothing though, not yet, but I can scent someone close by. Another wolf approaching with caution and... curiosity.
Gods, and that scent—that scent is absolutely divine.
Sunshine and warm earth. Something like maple syrup and brown sugar.
A summer breeze with a touch of orange blossom.
It's an odd combination but no less alluring. Intriguing.Seductive.
It smells like home, and the way it catches on the breeze has me craving more.
As a matter of fact, that scent, that wonderful fragrance, has my nose in the air trying desperately to draw in more. It has my eyes sliding shut and a smile pulling at my lips.
And it has my pants growing a little tight right around the crotch.
Uh oh.
Mine. My wolf gets to his feet and growls just as my eyes snap open, immediately landing on the source of the scent.
Fuck.
Fuck, and what I see—whoI see standing about ten feet away as she stops by the water’s edge leaves me breathless.
Long dark hair, gentle wisps of the richest brown catching and floating on the slight breeze, falling around the sweetest face. The most beautiful face I have ever seen.
Stormy gray and gold eyes, the color like the sky just before it opens up into a downpour as the sun still battles to shine through the clouds.
Even from here I can see a slight hook to the bridge of her otherwise perfect nose, a small scar that follows the curve, one that’s faded and oddly endearing.
Dusky pink lips, full and pillowy, the corners turned up into a barely there smile. A smile that would surely suck what little air is left in my lungs right from them if I were gifted the chance to see it.
Gods, she is beautiful. So goddamn beautiful, and despite the way her simple though elegant dress hides it, I can tell her body is just as gorgeous as her face.
Mine, my wolf growls again as he begins to pace, pawing at the metaphorical ground in our shared headspace as he urges me to shift.
"Shouldn't you be leaving soon?"
Oh my gods her voice.
Her voice is a song; the sweetest, most delicate notes sent dancing across the wind, swirling through the air before it caresses my entire body and scatters against my skin in a shower of warmth.
The female’s smile grows just a little as she takes a few careful steps toward me, and when she is no less than five feet away, my fucking wolfhowls, calling out to hers in the most possessive, the most primal of ways.
Mine.She is mine, the bastard growls just as her wolf answers back, the female responding with an equally possessive howl that causes every inch of my being to grow hot and tight.She is ours. We have found our mate.
