Twin Moon - Chapter 241 - Down the Mountain
Aurora.
“Why won’t you change?” Gunner huffed annoyed. I wanted to answer, I needed to answer. But there was an invisible rope, tying my gaze to his creamy skin and the thick rod between his legs. I swear I could taste him already. Musky, yet sweet. I can see myself running my tongue over those deep crevasses that are his abs.
“Whiskey, we need to get down the mountain, it will be quicker to do that in wolf form” he said with a touch of frustration in his tone. Yet I still couldn’t look away. I was positively spellbound.
“Fuckin’ hell. Whiskey!” he snapped and clicked his fingers to garner my attention. I managed to drag my eyes away from his body and met his impatient stare.
“What?” I asked blankly. I must sound like a blundering idiot. What is wrong with me. He smirked, a cocky kind of smirk that told me he knew exactly what I was looking at.
“When you’re done, we need to change form so that we can get down the mountain” he said with a hint of amusement.
“No” I snapped. I crossed my arms and ground my teeth together.
“What do you mean no? You said you wanted to come back with me, what’s changed?” he asked raising his voice.
“I said I would come back with you. I didn’t agree to go galivanting over the mountain as a wild beast” I growled. Just the thought of changing made me angry. Gunner seemed shocked, he dropped his arms and stepped back a little.
“Why would you say something so hateful?” he asked in a hiss.
“Not hateful, just honest. We are perfectly capable of getting down the mountain on two feet, two human feet” I said with a harsh whip to the word human.
“You called your wolf a beast, that is hateful” Gunner argued,
“They are beasts” I snipped back at him. This conversation was going to lead us nowhere but to him asking about my obvious hatred toward the wolf form. That conversation will not be productive or helpful to my plan.
“Look, I'll tell you about it one day, okay?” I sighed and uncrossed my arms,
“But for today, can we just put a pin in it and walk? Please” I asked with a false tone of promise. I put on my most innocent expression, and used my sad and pleading little girl eyes. Gunner pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and looked over my face.
“Ah fuck” he whisper hissed and turned to the bags at his feet. He ruffled through one and pulled out some clothes. After putting them on, much to my disappointment, he turned back around to glare at me.
“I don’t like this. It will take us twice as long, so you had better keep up a good pace” he grunted and tossed the large backpack over his shoulder. I nodded my head and offered a small smile.
“It’s you that will have to keep up” I snickered and readjusted the bag on my shoulder. I pushed past him and headed into the trees. I heard Gunner mumble and groan, but I couldn’t make out the words.
I was right, it was Gunner that struggled to keep pace. He is clearly too dependent on his wolf form. Although he is muscular and fit, his human endurance is nowhere near my level. After a couple of hours, Gunner got winded. He was huffing and looked to be struggling with the large bag on his back. Me however, I’m used to this. My body knows how to handle the distance and agility needed for such treks, I have been doing it for years.
“Do you need to rest?” I asked as I paused and turned back to Gunner. Sweat was beaded on his forehead and his chest was expanding with his deep quick breaths.
“No resting” Gunner grunted back.
“Here then, we’ll swap backpacks for a little while” I said as I held my small bag out for him to take. He glared at the bag in my hands and then back up at me.
“Thought you said you weren’t going to help” he snipped,
“Thought you said you wanted to keep a good pace” I hit back. Gunner growled lowly and let the bag drop from his shoulders. I walked back over to him and picked it up from his feet. As I stood slowly, I realised how close we were. I looked up at his deep blue eyes that were looking back down at me. His sweat smelt like the rain on a hot summer day. It took all of my willpower not to lick him from his chest to his chin. Gunner took a deep breath and stepped back away from me. I was ready to step up to him again, and regain the closeness we just lost, but I caught the look on his face before he turned away. His brows were furrowed, and deep lines marred his forehead. His lips were pulled into thin tight lines, and he was mumbling to himself. He seems conflicted. Maybe he wants to be close to me, just like I do to him. Maybe I'm not alone in this odd attraction.
I put the large bag on my back and started off again. I can see why Gunner was struggling, the bag is fully packed. It’s not heavy, at least not for me, but I can see myself growing tired of carrying it very quickly. This is why I travel light. Material crap just weighs you down, there is nothing you need to survive that you can’t find in nature. We switched out the bags a few times on the rest of the hike. I didn’t think that Gunner would go through my things, but it made me uneasy all the same. I stuck close each time he had my bag on his back, watching him carefully. Even still, I had to play this game, to be the nice and helpful girl. There is still a lot of information that I want to dig out of him. Letting him believe that I am on his side is the best way to do that. I offered to stop a couple of times, I offered to make some food and take his bag for longer, but Gunner refused. Almost every offer, he refused. I don’t know, maybe he was embarrassed or something. Maybe it was his cocky Alpha mentality thing.
The rest of the trip down the mountain was mostly silent. Gunner was still mad at having to do the trip on two legs instead of four. Probably because he got tired quickly in his human form. But that’s his own fault. Not my problem if he is weak. I was very surprised when Gunner led us to a vehicle though. He seemed like the type to do the whole trip in wolf form, being all accepting of the wolf and all that shit. We are clearly very different in that aspect, even if we are both creations of the hunters. Though, I am second guessing my first assumptions about him. He seems too normal, or well balanced. If he is like me, wouldn’t he have a few more issues. Wouldn't he think the same of his wolf side as I do of mine. If he was tortured and beaten his whole life, wouldn’t he have a few more scars to show for it. Plus, how could the hunters create an Alpha wolf. This isn’t adding up. I don’t like it when I can’t make sense of things. I don’t like not knowing. But what I do understand, what I know for sure, is that Weres don’t usually have magical powers. So, if he is a regular born Werewolf, how or where did he acquire magical abilities?
“You have a car?” I asked dumbfounded. After Gunner had pulled the protective covering off the large car. He rolled the sheeting up and chuckled,
“Of course” he said as he started ruffling through his bag.
“Oh” I blanked.
“Were you expecting a private jet?” he teased, as he dug through his bag, assumably for the keys.
“I don’t know what I was expecting, not this though” I scoffed as I looked over the fancy black SUV. The paint was dent and scratch free, the glossiness shone under the setting sun. I do enjoy nice things, and I have stolen one or two nice cars. But this was very nice. I've not come across many packs that can afford stuff like this. Just where does he come from, I wonder. Gunner pulled out a big black key and hit the button, the car beeped in response and flashed its lights.
“Well, I couldn’t very well run the whole way, that would have taken weeks” Gunner said as he opened the trunk and tossed the bags inside.
“Weeks?” I asked,
“Yep” he nodded back and went around to the driver's side door. I hesitated at the passenger door. I'm actually really starting to second guess this whole idea. He hasn’t told me where we are going or what he expects to happen once we get there. This whole time, I've been assuming that I am the one playing him, that I'm in control. But what if he is playing me. This could all be a trap.
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