Twin Moon - Chapter 236 - DeJa'Vu
Whiskey.
“I don’t know where you’ve come from, or where you’re going, but I know that I was meant to find you” Gunner said surely.
I rolled back over onto my back and crossed my hands over my stomach. It's what I wanted and what I've been trying for. For him to trust me enough to lead me to his people. I’m surprised it happened so quickly, I thought it would have taken days. I suppose the quicker he takes me to them, the quicker I can kill them all and move along. But what does he mean, he was meant to find me. He didn’t find me, I found him, not that he knows that of course.
“Why do you think that?” I asked him.
“I want to explain it. But I don’t know how yet. Heck, I’m still not convinced that this is all real” he chuckled.
“What’s not real?” I asked and rolled to face him again. He looked at me and huffed out a heavy breath.
“I promise, I will explain it. Just not yet” he answered and rolled onto his side to face me.
“Why not yet?” I pushed,
“It won’t make any sense, and I'd probably sound like a crazy person” he chuckled softly,
“I already think you’re a crazy person” I snorted,
“I’ll take that as a compliment” he teased and flicked his finger at my nose. My instincts kicked in and I grabbed his wrist before he could pull it away again. I soft growl bubbled in my chest as a warning. I was actually surprised by his playfulness. People, or werewolves, they don’t often surprise me. Very slowly he moved his hand forward towards my face and ran his fingers over the curve of my cheek. The action was tender and gentle, almost affectionate. My heart thundered in my chest and my stomach turned in on itself. I liked the feel of his touch. But I hate that he thinks he can touch me on a whim. I let his fingers roam, for far longer than I should have, before I came back to my senses. I growled and pushed his hand away roughly. He was silent for a moment, a moment that seemed to span forever. The noise of the forest outside dulled to nothingness, the rapid beating of my heart slowly disappeared, and soon all that was left was the sounds of our soft breathing. Gunner huffed out a sharp breath and turned onto his back.
“You’re just going to have to trust me” he whispered, and then rolled onto his side, facing away from me. Goosebumps ran over my skin, and I felt like I was forgetting something. It gnawed at the back of my mind. What could I possibly have forgotten. I don’t forget things. Ever. But I can’t shake it, that feeling in the pit of your stomach that tells you, you’ve left the oven on. Whatever, I dropped the subject and rolled back over. I do trust him. That alone makes me feel uneasy. I've known this Were for all of a day. I’ve watched him for a lot longer than that. But I still know nothing about him. Maybe I'm losing my mind. Maybe my life has a shelf life, and I'm slowly crawling towards my used by date.
I woke the next morning without Gunner’s arms wrapped around me. I was both happy and sad about this. Gross. Could I have actually liked being in his arms, not a chance. I told myself, never again. His scent in the tent was faint, meaning he’s been up for a while. When I emerged from the tent, I found him on the rock. Not hovering like the many other times before, just sitting with his legs crossed. Many options crossed my mind at that moment. Snap his neck while he is distracted. Sneak up behind him to see if he is using the black smoke magic. Call out good morning, like I know nothing. Maybe even run my hands over the firm ridges of his shoulder muscles, feel them flex and tighten beneath my fingers. Gunner chose for me though.
“Good morning” he called over his shoulder. I walked over to his rock and looked at his large frame, bent and folded in that position.
“Morning,” I grunted back. He opened his eyes and smiled brightly. His skin looked like it was glowing in the early morning sun light, and his eyes sparkled with flecks of blue diamonds.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I nodded at his crossed legs.
“Meditating” he nodded back and unfurled his long legs.
“Does it help?” I asked and crossed my arms over my chest.
“It did” he answered and smiled brightly. He looked happy. A little too happy. What have I missed here?
“Did?” I asked with a tilt of my head. He laughed and jumped off the rock.
“You’re funny, has anyone ever told you that before?” he teased and poked my shoulder.
“No” I barked back.
“Well, I think so. Anyways, what I said last night, about taking you back to my pack. Have you thought any more about it?” he chirped and sat down on a log by the fire pit.
“I have” I nodded.
“Annnnnnnd?” he drawled out, looking up at me through his thick lashes.
“I’ll come. But I am making no promises, especially when you refuse to explain why I should go” I conceded and dropped my arms to my sides.
“I’ll take it” Gunner shouted happily and shot to his feet. He went about the small clearing, gathering things into a pile. I watched with confusion as he moved busily around the campsite.
“What are you doing?” I asked him from my place by the fire.
“Packing” he called back and disappeared into the tent.
“Why?” I yelled back to him,
“So that we can go, of course” he chuckled. I stood up and walked over to the door of the tent. Gunner was shuffling about, folding blankets and shoving clothes into a duffle bag.
“You want to leave now?” I asked surprised,
“Absolutely” he responded without looking up at me.
“But I thought you couldn’t go home yet? You said there was something you had to do first” I said while crouching down to see him better. He stopped his packing and smiled at me with a full set of white teeth.
“And now I've done it, so it’s time for me, for us, to go home” he said cheerfully. I don’t get this guy. He literally makes no sense whatsoever. He couldn’t go back to the woman he misses because he had to do something. Now he claims he has done it, so he wants to go. But I've been here the whole time, apart from meditating and hunting, he hasn’t done anything. So, what’s the deal? What have I missed during the past couple of days, what is the big thing he needed to do?
“Uh, okay” I said slowly.
I went and sat back down at the fire and watched in complete silence as Gunner ran around the clearing, packing and cleaning up the few things that he had. It was roughly an hour, an hour and a half later that he was done. There wasn’t a lot to pack, as he didn’t have a lot of stuff. More than I do, but nowhere near as much as a human would take camping. But it was still a large hiking backpack and a smaller duffle bag. I imagine it would have been annoying carrying them all the way up here on his own. He finally came over to where I sat and looked down at me, bags in hand and a smile on his face.
“Ready?” he asked with a grin. He was excited. It was written all over his face, but also, he stank of it. Excitement, anticipation, longing. He was just a giant ball of joy and happiness. It makes me sick to my stomach.
“Yep” I said with a pop of the P. I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder.
“I’m not helping you carry those” I said gruffly and nodded my head at his bags. Gunner laughed and shook his head.
“Don’t sweat it little wolf, I can manage just fine” he chuckled and dropped the bags at his feet. Little wolf, what’s that shit? Is that supposed to be an endearing nickname or something? I was about to argue when Gunner tilted his head to the side with a mighty crack. I watched in awe as his clothes tore off and his large frame grew and reformed into the shape of a giant wolf. His thick silver fur shone under the sunlight, it made the blue of his eyes sparkle with a frightening depth to them. I looked over his huge beast, easily the biggest wolf I have ever seen. I can’t believe I hadn’t realised it until now. I'm such an idiot.
“You’re an Alpha” I said dumbly. So many questions were answered in that moment, and yet so many new ones formed in their place. I understand now why he has such an aura of power to him. To be as huge as he is, he must be very strong. Thank goodness I didn’t try to kill him. If he had changed form before I got to the finishing blow, he most definitely would have defeated me.
Gunner’s wolf snorted and shook his head, trying to regain my attention. He whined softly and nodded his huge head up and down. I know what he wants. He wanted me to change too. It's not going to happen. I hate travelling in wolf form. I hate doing anything in wolf form.
“No” I said firmly. He growled lowly and smacked his head into the side of my leg.
“No!” I growled back. Gunner’s wolf snorted and huffed. He snapped his head back and slowly the silver fur receded into his human skin. Gunner stood back upright on two human legs, naked and in full view. I tried to avert my eyes, but it was like I lost any and all function over my body. My hungry gaze traced over every bump and every dip that his muscles created. His smooth creamy skin was basically hairless, with broad shoulders and thick defined biceps. The soft pink battle scars that marred his chest and arm, only added to his painstaking beauty. My eyes followed the natural path that his muscles created, past the well-defined V formation, and down to the monster hanging between his thick thighs. Every inch of tantalising skin was stretched tightly over his firm muscles. Leading me to wonder what that huge member would look like with the skin stretched tight over the pulsating thickness. My mouth went dry and my eyes just sort of dazed over. My skin prickled and a hot wave flew through me. I have never felt such an instant and intense desire. All I knew was that I wanted to taste him. Every part of him.
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