Veira Point of View

'Why in the name of Goddess did you make me run away?'

'You made me run away from our brightly shining Godly mate.'

'Do you even understand the gravity of the matter?'

'I want my mate, now.'

'I want to purr in his arms, now.'

'I want to lick him wet, now'

'I want to squeeze him like a tube of wasabi, now.'

'I want to smell his manliness, now.'

'I want him now, you skinned pig.'

I simply ignored her. I explained her that he doesn't know that it was us so he might not feel so bright about encountering a wolf, size of a mountain.

But does that animal in body and air in brain understand?

She kept on ranting giving me feces load of headache. We have many things to worry about as of now and all she cares is not licking the mate with long beastly tongue.

As if he would be ready to take a shower under her mouth generated sticky liquid that smells awful thanks to the habit of not brushing the teeth that wild animals have.

"Veira, where have you been? I was looking for you." How the hell did he come this close to me? I didn't even hear him let alone smell him.

With thumping heart, I took two steps forward before turning back to face him. In all his brilliant appearance, he stood there, in front of me, with one of his hand tuck into his pant pocket and the other scratching his forehead with a finger so stylishly that for a moment I wonder if he really is a God that Dea claimed.

Right that moment, flashes of him standing before my wolf came to me. He was there standing so fearless, with eyes telling so much only I did not understand.

And that was what probed me to run away before he reached us. He has a small smile when he looked down to my wolf.

No fear.

No surprise.

If I read the wrinkles on his face correctly, if I understood the waves in his eyes properly, then there is no doubt he was looking down on my wolf knowingly.

Sparks flew in his eyes when they crinkled in amazement at the sight of us. His heartbeat was the proof that the thump thump of it wasn't caused by terror, it was caused by wonder.

A delightful wonder.

I expected many things when a human encounters such huge wolf but nothing ended up with a meaningful look.

"I – went on a walk." I said running my tongue on my lips.

At that moment, it felt as if nothing mattered to me only if I have him with me. It was caused by the encounter a few moments ago or was it a result of acceptance I'm slowly getting to, I don't know.

I only figured that I find him surprisingly very dear to me.

"I see. Next time you go somewhere, put a simple word to me so I don't have to worry about your disappearance." There was no mock in his tone.

"Oh."

He suddenly, for some good reason, decided to close into me by keeping only air passable distance between us. We were in the camping premise and anyone could see us if they cross the border circle.

"Beautiful." He sighed, tracing his fingers delicately along the coast of jaw. Sparks flew like fireworks on an Indian festival from a mere touch from him.

Was it because I liked it or was it because of the mate bond, I closed my eyes loving the feeling of him touching me.

"You were beautiful" He trailed off in a hoarse voice as he proceeded to caress my cheeks delicately. "there."

My mind was not working. I was incapable to decipher his words in the state of sensual electricity passing through my body causing it to crave unspeakable things from the person who is doing this in the first place.

With a small kiss on my head, he walked away leaving a torturous groan behind for me.

What just happened?

It took me two plate full of food and hours of zoning out to understand that Elder Cazacu has flirted with me and did so naturally.

He flirted with me. Me?

He kissed me; on the head, yes but still he did. Why?

The darkness of the night ran into our arms soon enough and a campfire is lit to brightened it a little. Everyone started to gather around the crackling fire to receive the warmth on cold night.

People were hooting, laughing, talking, running and some even jumping. Thick blankets were being laid around the fire for everyone to sit. Stench was doing her job by spreading foul smell around Elder Cazacu.

"Let's play truth or dare." Someone suggested but was answered with a few 'yes' and many 'borings'.

"Then suggest an interesting game." The same person asked the crowd who disagreed.

A moment filled with thoughtful silence, someone from the back suggested we play a confession game.

"Confession?" Asked someone to which the person who suggested went on to explain it.

"We make a confession in order. When I confess something and some other person experienced something similar to it, they have to confess it as well. Before we start the game, we take an oath on something or someone we believe so as to avoid lies."

Everyone cheered and gathered around wasting no time. We sat around the campfire and I was pulled by stench to sit beside her. Beside me, on the other side, sat Elder Cazacu, close and intimate.

It is almost as if he is not uncomfortable at all to stick to me in public.

"Isn't this game interesting?" Stench asked me with excitement painted in rainbow on her face. In her late twenties and she is still excited about a game.

Elder Cazacu; seems like he decided to kill me sudden heart fluctuations. He fudging wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him.

What the -

His eyes dark and bright at the same time when they met my stunned ones. Only when he released me right away did I see that he was putting a shawl on me.

Was it necessary to hug to put a shawl around?

'Yes, the shawl is weaved with love and affection. I want a shawl weaved with sex, next time.'

'Yes.' 'Oh no no no. Dea, don't put unnecessary things in my mind. Stop it.'

I shook my head in an attempt to clear my mind and that caused Elder Cazacu to give me a nod of approval.

Why did he nod like that?

"Miss Lupus, Ma'am. How about you start the game?" The woman who asked me is from the strategic team.

Immediately several mumbles started to warn her for what she asked but I have nothing to fear about so I started it on a brave note.

Only, I didn't knew then that the game would end on a genuine brave note on my part.

"I can turn into a wolf." I said with a glint of amusement. It took a whole minute for the audience to grasp it and laugh my confession out.

Beside me Elder Cazacu merely chuckled and responded, "How wonderful of you." When I tell you there wasn't a hint of sarcasm detected in his tone, believe me.

He sounded surer than I did.

"Right, we forgot to take oaths, ma'am. Let's first take an oath before making a confession." The lady who asked me to start said in between her laughs.

Oh, if only you know how right I was!

"You could've pretend to have fallen for that." I pouted ending the truth as a mere joke.

"Alright let me start then. I swear on my ancestors that my husband is my first love." She confessed waiting for similar confessions but received none.

"I swear on Albert Einstein, I'm not scared of ghosts." The man next to the lady said. Immediately rain of similar confessions followed.

"I'm not scared of them as well."

"I swear I love horror more than anything."

'I love ghosts. They are so transparent to oneselves.' And there goes Dea!

Then the young man beside the ghost confessor made his confession. "I swear on my family totem, I have a crush on Miss Lupus from the moment she beat those bad guys to pulp. She is amazing, awesome, wonderful and much more."

I didn't know there was someone who thought so highly of me!

Not bad!

'Did you hear that Dea, you don't have to seduce someone to make them like me. I'm a natural magnet of attraction; a cause of self realization and a nest of affection.'

'Also a drama of imagination.'

Hmm, you are just jealous!

Right after his confession several voice fought to be heard by me. "I like her demure."

"I love her intelligence."

"She is gorgeous."

"I would marry a donkey if I could make her smile at me."

"I love her already."

Oh, the love professions just stormed on me almost overwhelming me by the flood of love I'm receiving.

Although I don't feel anything for any of them, as a girl, I still like men chasing after me, albeit with positive feelings.

I smiled and looked around to see everyone fighting over the confessions only by restating them from their previous ones. As I was looking around, my eyes landed on the man who sat beside me.

The same man who, moments ago, made my heart go thump thump with just a small smile of his. My, my, he was smiling but his eyes weren't.

As a matter of fact, they are a swarm of dark promises.

His hands formed into hard fists, cracking audibly. Looking over the male population fighting for me, he swear I could've collected his powdered teeth by the way he is grinding them.

"I swear on God, she is mine."

S-s-say what now?

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