Twin Moon - Chapter 233 - Viski Gol’f Dva
Whiskey.
“Yes” I answered the man, deciding on option two.
“Excellent, that makes things easier” he huffed with a smile. I gasped slightly at the beauty of his smile, he is truly remarkable to look at.
“Do you want to tell me your name?” he questioned. I swiftly shook my head in response.
“Maybe you can tell me why you tried to kill me then?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. I thought on it for a second, then shook my head again. He laughed and walked over to a tree, he lowered himself to the ground and leant back on the trunk.
“Not a big talker, are you?” he said with a hint of amusement. He seemed to be laughing at something, not out loud, but I could see a fond or happy memory flash through his faraway gaze. After a beat, he wiped the smile from his face and looked back up at me, waiting for my answer. I shook my head and very slowly sat down at the base of the tree behind me, not once taking my eyes off the man.
“What are you doing all the way out here?” he asked. His eyes once again travelled the length of my body, making me shiver.
“Hunting” I grunted lowly,
“You’re an Omega” he said with a nod. He wasn’t asking me, he said it like he already knew. I shrugged my shoulders and pursed my lips. I won’t correct him, at least not yet. For now, I will let him think he knows what I am. It's interesting though, how is he still so calm in the face of an unknown threat? Unless he doesn’t see me as a threat, like many Weres that came before him.
“So, mystery girl, where have you come from?” he said nonchalantly, like it was no big deal. Though I could see the flicker of interest sparkle in the depths of his blue eyes.
“Why so curious?” I snapped back quickly.
“Woah, just making conversation. It's either chat with you, or have you trying to gut me again” he chuckled with his hands up in surrender. I rested my back against the tree and sat quietly. The man did the same, not saying a word. I scanned the ground for my blade, the one he threw away. I spotted it, on the other side of the clearing. I could make a run for it, but he’d probably either reach it first with his weird power, or he catch me first. So that’s not really an option. He can somehow resist my power, so that’s out too. I guess if it comes down to it, I'll just have to kill him the old fashion way, with my hands. I turned back to the man and met his intense fiery gaze. I stared back at him, refusing to back down or break first. After a beat, he shook his head and chuckled while pinching the bridge of his nose.
“She’s testing me. She has to be” he mumbled to himself. If it weren’t for my exceptional hearing, I wouldn’t have picked up on it.
“Come again?” I grunted,
“Nothing, it’s nothing” he smiled and looked back up at me with a fresh resolve.
“Out with it” I snapped.
“You just look like someone I know, someone I miss very much” he answered very sadly. He does miss her, a lot, I can see it all over him. I think maybe he loves her, whoever she is.
“Is she dead?” I asked without thinking,
“No, she’s not dead. She is back at home, waiting for me. Well, I hope she still is” he said without looking at me,
“Waiting for you, why?”
“There’s something I have to do before I can see her again”
“And what’s that?”
“Well, look who's chatty all of a sudden” he laughed and looked at me with a bright smile. I swallowed the lump in my throat and frowned.
“Would you prefer I go back to trying to gut you?”
“No, not at all. This is nice. I haven’t spoken to anyone in a while”
“Me either” I answered softly.
“My name is Gunner” he said after a few minutes of silence. I looked up at him, and he was once again staring at me in a way that made my skin burn. I can’t place it, this strange feeling of warmth and comfort that he gives me. No one else, ever, has made me feel like this, not even Saxton. There is a tingle deep in the pit of my stomach, it is screaming at me to trust him. I don’t like it. And I sure as shit don’t want to listen to it.
“You can call me Whiskey” I said cautiously.
“Whiskey?” he asked. His surprise is warranted. It’s a dumb nickname, but it’s better than the actual scientific name the hunters gave me. Viski Gol’f Dva (WG-02). Otherwise known as, Wolf-Girl Zero-Two. Pretty fucking dumb, and yet perfectly typical of the hunters to be so uncaring as to not even give their creation a name.
“Whiskey” I confirmed with a nod of my head. He shrugged and stood up, brushing the dirt from his jeans.
“Well, alright then” he said and offered me his hand to help me to my feet, not that I needed it. I looked at his large hand and then up at his waiting blue eyes, then back to his hand.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Whiskey” he said gently and with a half-smile. I very slowly slipped my palm into his hand, and he lifted me to my feet. His skin was unusually warm, and it sent a stream of goosebumps exploding over my arms. I stood with my hand still in his, staring into his bright blue eyes. They flashed with a glimmer of silver, before returning to their natural colour again. That is unusual for a regular Were. I have come to know that their eyes can darken with rage or lust, but they don’t glow, and they don’t shimmer. He has to be like me, what other explanation is there.
“Do you have a camp nearby?” he asked as he dropped my hand and shifted his eyes around the dark trees. He wouldn’t see a camp, as I didn’t make one. He doesn’t know I've been watching him. I shook my head in response to his question and he chewed on his bottom lip. He sucked on his teeth and sighed.
“If you want, you can bunker down close to me. As long as you promise not to kill me in my sleep” he chuckled dryly. This Were is an idiot. Why would he let a complete stranger share his camp, especially one that just tried to kill him. He must have had one too many hits to the head. I furrowed my brows and stared at him, completely dumbfounded. He must have noticed my blank stare, as he laughed and gently touched my shoulder.
“I don’t think you’re all that bad. You were just startled or scared. I have a good feeling about you Whiskey” he said with a reassuring smile. That same tingle in my stomach exploded into a thousand butterflies, all of them begging me to trust him. He is dumb to think I was afraid, I am scared of nothing. But this odd feeling, this overwhelming desire to trust him, to let him in, it’s only growing stronger.
“Okay” I said slowly and cautiously. I hope I don’t regret this.
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