BeefBacon

She was always a rouge. She never experienced something else. Her only family died when she was 12 years old. But now she got into a fight with other rouges and discovered a smell, that was so familiar but also so strange. Can she finally find someone who can show her what a family should be?

“You smell like mine” I heard him growl in front of me. Low, deep, possessive. I couldn’t even raise myself to look at him, my head was pounding from the fall. “And who are you?” My voice not louder than a whisper “I don’t even know you.” “I’ve been looking for you.” His voice carried a dark, possessive certainty. He spoke like a man who took whatever he wanted, completely unaccustomed to the concept of no. Hovering over me like I was his property. I knew I had to get up and run. They were after me. But my entire body refused to cooperate. Frozen in place, refusing to move unless it’s towards him. Like it recognizes his claim over me. He takes my arm and a thousand sparks erupted under his touch. “Back off! Don’t you understand? he will kill me if he catches me, please let me go!” I cried, pulling my arm away from him. He crouched down beside me, his hand caressing my hair. Sparks erupting immediately, responding to his touch. “I know he is coming; that’s why I’m here. Nobody touches what’s mine.” My heart skept a beat. “Please don’t, let me go, I’m not worth it.” I tried to get up from the floor again. “You are mine little one” He traced the outline of my arm, as if to prove his point “and that’s enough for tonight.” “Thank you for holding her for me. Now move so I can take her.” John’s voice sounded from behind. Calm, like discussing the weather. My entire body tensed, keeping me in my place. “She is MINE, so this is your only chance to turn around and go away.” He said, starting to raise. A low growl forming in his chest, making the earth shake underneath. Every muscle in his body tensing, getting ready to shift. “Oh but I think your mistaken. That girl is mine to do as I please.” John said, leaning agains a tree with an infuriating smirk, as if he owned the place. He didn’t care that every muscle of the man in front of me was preparing to kill, vibrating with a lethal fury that made the air feel heavy. “She ain’t a toy John, and sure as hell she isn’t yours.” He stood in front of me, shielding me from John’s gaze. One by one, wolfs started to emerge from the shadows, stepping into the tree line, surrounding us. “Walk away and I might let you live another day.” His arms clutching, preparing to attack. “Look around you.” John said, dropping all pretense of warmth. “You stand no chance, give her to me and I’ll even forget your transgression, Asher” “Asher?” The name tore from my throat before I could choke it back. A terrifying surge of memories rushed over me—flashes of a laughter I used to know, golden eyes under a dying sky. My heart hammered against my ribs, deafening and erratic. Could it be him?