Chapter Two (2)

"Where are you from Athena?"

"Southwest," I mumbled, tilting my head up at the sky, entranced by its beauty. It remained silent for a moment before I felt warm fingers gently trace the markings on my back and I sharply turned towards the boy beside me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-," he blushed and looked away. I could see the way he was tensed, as if waiting for me to lash out at him and I let out a soft sigh.

It was obvious he used to be an omega in his last pack. They were often mistreated in most packs and treated a second class citizens.

"It's okay. I'm just not used to soft touches," I gave him a small smile and gently grabbed his hand, placing it on my back where he started tracing the patterns carefully.

"I've never seen these kind of markings before. Most werewolves don't have such patterns," he murmured, leaning his face closer to my back to inspect them further.

"I've had it since birth," I explained thinking back to my parents.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not at all," He let out a short laugh at my response. He leaned back away from, resuming his earlier position beside me, but tilting his body to face mine. His eyes raked over my naked form once more and I chose to ignore his darkening eyes.

His fingers reached out, this time brushing the markings on my sternum, lying just between my breasts. I wasn't much to care for modesty but I stilled at the rather intimate contact. Still I didn't push away.

He trailed his fingers down to my left thigh where there was a scar. He took a moment to look at it before he moved his hands onto my forearms where there were small matching markings on each.

His hands paused as he looked down at the pattern on each. He swiftly grabbed my arms and yanked my forward, the sudden movement making me fall forward onto him.

His arms wrapped around my waist and I pushed my hand s on his toned chest, leaning my head back to look at him.

Before I could speak, he moved his head down and pressed his lips against mine. I froze.

His lips were soft and the pressure of them against mine set the weird butterfly effect in my stomach. He let arms go and cradled my head in his hands, one of them tangling in my messy waves. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips and he took the chance to tilt his head and deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

I pulled away.

"We're not mates," I began.

"I know; I won't take this far I promise. I just-," he paused, huffing a ragged breath. His hands untangled from my hair to run through his own and tug at his floppy strands.

"I understand," I said, leaning on my knees and turning his face back towards me. It wasn't the first time I had run into a particularly lonely and horny rogue. Some entertained, some I didn't.

Regardless, werewolves were and always will be hormonal creatures with animalistic needs, one of which being the need to fuck. While most werewolves remained pure for their mates, rogues had less chances of finding their mates due to their nomadic behavior. As such, they would lose whatever inhibitions they had an act on their desires.

And I was guilty of the same thing.

I licked my lips and his eyes flashed down to my lips and I smirked. I moved so I quickly knelt down between his already spread legs. One of arms snaked around his neck, my hand tangling in his hair and tugging back his head so it was titled towards me. I let my other hand softly caress his jaw, enjoying the way his eyes watched me closely and his lips parted.

I leaned down, my lips brushing over his softly, pulling away before he could press harder. I repeated it for a couple of times and I smirked at the soft groan that escaped his lips at my teasing. Holding back a laugh, I pressed my lips firmly against his, holding his jaw as I pushed my tongue into his mouth, fighting for dominance.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling my body flush into his.

"<_>"

We spent the night kissing and exploring each other's bodies before we curled up in our wild forms and fell asleep under the stars.

Thick fog hung over the forest, making it difficult to see beyond it. I moved slowly through the trees, careful to not make any sound while my ears and eyes strained to catch anything.

Everything was white. The ground, the trees, and now the air. Even my heightened senses were struggling to make much of the foggy shadows that lurked around.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Conan in a much similar position as I, ears perked up and nose in the air.

We had spent the last couple of days enjoying each other's company, friendship blossoming between us. Of course there were time's where we acted more than friends, but it was nothing more than mutual satisfaction and quenching our thirsty needs.

Now we were moving West, stepping carefully to avoid nearby packs I had heard awful rumors about. Originally, I wanted to head back south, but the ache in my chest returned, urging me to continue in my original path.

While my gut was telling otherwise. It felt like something bad was going to happen soon, the small voice in my head and the tug in my chest were telling me I was going in the right direction.

I glanced back at Conan's grey wolf to ensure he was okay. He liked his lips and sniffed the air again, trotting in a different direction. Catching the earthy scent of a deer, I rolled my eyes at him but followed.

The deer was faster than I was expecting and was putting quite a nice chase. Growing tired of running, I swiftly jumped on its back, grabbing the back of its neck and pulling its head back. Taking the chance, Conan dug his teeth into is now exposed throat, biting hard until the animal stopped kicking.

Letting go, it fell on ground with a thud and we dug in. Ripping off the fur and tearing off several pieces of meat, we ate noisily. Blood smeared my face as I ate and before I could dig in for more, I heard the light thudding of several paws hastily approaching.

I let out an urgent growl, tugging at Conan who had yet to notice. He growled at me but stopped when he realized what was happening. We abandoned our meal and darted in the opposite direction of the wolves, running faster than we ever did while we played.

Hearing more wolves approach us from ahead, I paused. The sound of growling and snapping jaws came from every direction and I realized we had been circled.

Conan gave me a confused look and I shook my head at him. I could tell he wanted to fight them, his instincts telling him to do so. But we were severely outnumbered and the chances of getting out of it unscathed was low.

His russet eyes looked at me, before he tilted his head and stood beside me. I waited for the wolves to show themselves.

It didn't take long.

Several wolves, all varying in shades of white and grey stepped forward, teeth bared and snarling at us. I internally rolled my eyes at their unnecessary hostility.

The wolf with the darkest shade stepped forward. He was heavily muscled and judging by his stance, he was clearly a high ranked member.

'Probably a Beta or Gamma'

His muscles shook his bones cracked before he revealed to be a behemoth of a man. His skin was pale, and his eyes a startling ice blue. His hair was long, a few silver strands woven into the golden locks.

Glancing at the two of us he secretly accessed both of us which didn't get pass me but still I was waiting for a word from him and soon I got my response which was favorite.

"SHIFT!"