Chapter 5

We have been here for a month now, Brock and I, surviving and struggling.

Brock usually hunted antelopes, sometimes in wolf form, other times as a human.

I stood now watching as he fired an arrow at a deer.

The arrow hit precisely, and the deer dropped to the ground, twitching a few times before it became still.

Brock, his face devoid of any emotion, stalked towards the deer and pulled out the arrow.

Brock had spent lots of time making weapons.

We needed them as there were a lot of predators here: lions, bears, warthogs, boars, hippos, you name it.

Brock had been training me hard ever since a lion almost got me.

The guy was certainly crazy, he trained me like I was his equal, and had no mercy.

I watched as he hoisted the deer on his shoulder and walked past me, heading to our makeshift camp which was a few minutes away.

We got to the hut made of logs and tree branches and leaves, tightly woven and covered with a blanket in case rain falls.

My stomach rumbled loudly and Brock stared at me.

"You ate last night, didn't you" came his primal, deep voice.

"So?" I countered, that even since Brock had started training me, I was getting more hard-headed and bolder.

"This is past noon, I am not you". I said and Brock stared at me longer, before setting the carcass down and cutting it into pieces.

I brought out ingredients for, a stew that we had processed from trees.

Brock cut the last of the dead animal and washed his hands and his knife.

I had discovered Brock had natural magic.

He could summon steel from under the earth, which was what he used to make our weapons.

Brock went into the hut and I could sense him sleeping.

I delved into my cooking.

When I was done, it smelled so nice.

Some wild cats came out to inspect and I threw pieces of meat to them.

By the time Brock woke, which was five minutes from when he had slept.

I was done eating and served his meal.

He stared at the steaming hot stew with chunks of meat.

"Maybe I should feed you" I offered, and Brock's lips twitched.

"I should have left you, to the Lion," he said seriously.

For a moment I wondered if he meant it, but he grinned and my breath caught.

Brock was so dazzling when he smiled.

Heat pooled from my stomach to my legs and I shifted where I sat.

Was that dimples? Brock had sexy dimples, he studied me.

"I have never laughed for long," he said, and I was suddenly curious.

"Why?" I asked, cautious not to break the fragile bond we were slowly having.

"It's a long story" he replied, smiling sadly, his green eyes looked lost.

"Anyway, I have not been myself ever since". He said and tore into a huge chunk of meat.

He chewed with relish, his eyes going back to stony mode.

I watched as his mouth moved, eating the meat, bones and all.

He drank the orange juice we made, and then he leaned back, contented.

"We have training tonight, by the full moon" Brock announced and I gasped.

"At night, that's dangerous. I am not doing this..." Brock's quiet stare made me shut up.

The guy knew how to scare someone with a look. He nodded.

"Get some sleep, we train at full moon," Brock said firmly and closed his eyes.

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The woods smelled like piss and I crunched my nose, the smell here was killing me.

"Why this part of this forest, Master" I asked, and Brock turned to me.

He was usually serious when he trained me.

"Shut up, Amelia, I want to train you under the full moon".

" Werewolves can barely resist the urge to shift, and I know you are not human Amelia".

" So I want to see how you react to the full moon", Brock said, and I stared up at the night sky.

The moon was almost risen, I could see part of it in the thick night cloud.

Brock moved ahead, and I followed.

He stopped at a clearing and took off his shirt and my mouth opened in shock.

Logan was well-endowed, but Brock was too perfect. Inevitably, I licked my lips.

"Don't want to ruin the shirt if I shift," he explained.

"You should take off your trousers too", I suggested and cursed myself when the words came out of my mouth.

Brock's green eyes regarded me as if trying to decipher something in my face.

Then, without warning, he pulled off his trousers and holy mother of....

I turned away but the image of what I saw was imprinted on my brain.

I blushed.

It's a full moon, Brock said in my head, and I jumped.

When I turned, I saw his huge familiar black wolf.

I stared at the sky as if the moon had fully risen.

"See nothing is...…' I winced as pain flared up around my body and I screamed in pain.

Brock, in wolf form, just did nothing and sat watching me.

I stared in horror, as fur started erupting from my arms, then my fingers turned to paws, and suddenly I was on fours.

My sense of smell was heightened, I could hear everything clearer and louder.

I trotted awkwardly to a river and stared at it.

Staring back at me was a black wolf with yellow eyes.

I moved my head, and its head moved in the reflection.

I turned to Brock.

" So I am a werewolf all this while," I said to Brock, who inclined his head in agreement.

'I am going to teach you how to battle in this form, charge at me'. He barked in my head and I ran full speed at him.

Maybe if I slashed at him with my paw, I would destroy his beautiful face.

With surprising speed, I covered the distance between us and slashed at him.

But suddenly, he wasn't there, and before I could turn I was sent crashing into a tree and looked up to see him charging for me.

Out of fear, I unknowingly shifted back to human form, naked.

And in his surprise state, he accidentally shifted and landed on top of me.

The feeling of him on top of me muddled my brain, and I did the one thing that came to my head.

I kissed him.