Chapter Thirteen ~ Little black wolf

Freya Rose

I'd followed Tristan to the door, I couldn't believe he'd just said no, then left without even giving me an explanation. I sat against the wall next to the front door, hung my head and I began to sob my heart out. I cried for a while, then thoughts began to jump into my head.

What the hell just happened?

I had just basically told him I accepted the fact that he was a werewolf, and that I loved him so much that I was willing to become one. His reaction was to just say no, then storm out like a damn child. No explanation, no negotiation just a flat-out no.

What the hell?

I suddenly began to feel, the now all too familiar rage building up inside me.

I wouldn't let him get away with treating me like that. He needed to give me a valid reason for rejecting me.

That's it. I'm going to find him, right now.

"Tristan," I screamed out as loud as I could, before standing up and turning around to face the door. "You don't get to say no, then just storm off," I yelled as I swung the door open, then screamed even louder, "You hear me, Tristan?"

I stood at the door and scanned around the garden looking for him. There you are, I thought when I spotted him standing in front of the woods. He wasn't moving, he was just standing still staring into the trees.

"Tristan!" I screeched, but he didn't react. "Urgh," I huffed and began to angrily stomp towards him. "Tristan, what the hell are you doing?" I yelled while picking up the pace. He still didn't react.

How rude is he?

"Ow, damn it!" I yelped as I suddenly plummeted to the floor, grabbing for my ankle. "I hope you're happy with yourself Tristan," I screamed out to him while reaching for my ankle again. "I've broken my damn ankle, chasing after your stupid ass."

I winced at the pain and squeezed my ankle trying to feel if it was broken. Not that I knew what I was looking for though. But to be honest, with the way it hurt, I was already convinced that it was broken. Within seconds Tristan was right in front of me.

"Let me look," he spoke in an authoritative, yet concerned tone.

He held out his hands for me to give him my ankle. I didn't want him touching it. It hurt really bad, and it was his damn fault. After I realized that he wasn't going to give in, I did as I was told and sat back on the grass. I put my hands behind me on the floor to hold myself up.

"How'd you get over here so fast?" I asked him as I held my foot out for him to take.

"I'm a werewolf remember, the extra speed is just one of its little perks," he answered while he looked up at me with a cheeky grin on his face.

I just scoffed and rolled my eyes at him. He began to tell me what some of the other perks of being a werewolf were.

"Other perks include being super strong, healing fast, having a heightened sense of smell, oh, and impeccable hearing," he said as he delicately picked up my leg, trying his best not to hurt me. "But the best part of it all, is being able to use all them senses to know exactly when I'm turning you on," he said cheekily while repositioning my leg.

He held the heel of my foot with one hand and my calf with the other.

"Is that so? And how exactly do you use these senses?" I asked with one of my eyebrows raised and a grin on my face.

He looked up at me and winked.

"I know when I touch you, your body stiffens, and your blood begins to rush through your veins. I can also smell it in the air when you're aroused. Oh, and I can hear when I'm making your heart race too."

My face flushed, and my heart began to pound. Surely, he can't tell when I'm getting aroused, can he?

"Kinda like, how I'm turning you on right now."

He smirked at me before gradually turning his attention back to my ankle. I didn't want him to know that I was turned on, I was still mad at him. I focused on my anger while I tried my best to suppress my rising arousal. Once my heart had stopped pounding, I said,

"No, I am not."

I spat the lie out so quick, that I nearly choked on it. He gazed deep into my eyes, then with a sexy smile he slowly moved his hand down my calf. His delicate touch instantly sent sparks up my skin, making me jolt with excitement. My heart began to pound again, and my body quickly betrayed me,

"Mmmm," a quiet moan slipped from my lips.

He let out a chuckle and looked down at my ankle with an even bigger smirk now planted on his face.

"Liar. I am so turning you on right now. I can smell it," he said, all full of himself.

I huffed at him and he chuckled louder in reply. He then gently pressed on my ankle and asked me softly,

"Does this hurt?"

His eyes were now fixated on my ankle, and he looked so hot playing Dr.

Oh, my God, Freya, stop it! I scolded myself.

"No, it's fine," I replied while anticipating the pain that might come from the next touch.

"This?" He asked when he pressed another part of my ankle.

"Na," I replied and exhaled with relief that it didn't hurt me.

"Th..." He began to say when he pressed my ankle a little harder.

"Ahh, damn it!" I shouted out and I quickly yanked my foot away from him, pulling it out of his grip. "Whadya you do that for?" I yelled at him while bringing my knees to my chest and rubbing my ankle.

He chuckled at my dramatics, and he seemed to be getting way too much pleasure out of my pain.

"I'm sorry baby, I had to press it harder to see if it was broken," he said while standing himself up.

"Well, you could have warned me, you jerk."

"If I'd warned you, would you have let me do it?" He asked while he brushed grass off of his butt.

"Of course not," I replied back with annoyance in my voice.

"And that is why I didn't warn you,." He laughed then said, "It's just a sprain, come back to the house and I'll get you an ice pack."

He held his hand out to help me up.

"I don't think I can walk on it," I complained while rubbing my ankle.

I knew I could have hopped or walked really slowly, but I wanted looking after.

"Do you want me to carry you?" He asked with a huge smirk on his face. I did want him to carry me back into the house, and I wanted him to look after me too. At that exact moment in time, everything felt normal again, but I couldn't shake off all of the thoughts going around in my head. I was still angry at him and wanted answers.

"No actually, I don't. I want you to answer a question for me," I replied angrily and looked up at him.

"Babe, not now. We can talk later, just let me look after you right now."

He bent down to pick me up. Before he had a chance to though, I blurted out,

"No, Tristan! I want answers right now, and I am not moving from this spot until I get them."

I was angry, hurt, and in a lot of pain. All of it needed sorting, before we could move on with our relationship. I firmly folded my arms across my chest to show that I was being serious.

"Why did you reject me?" I shouted up at him.

He looked shocked and creased his brow.

"What the hell are you on about? I never rejected you," he barked at me.

"You said you wouldn't turn me, then stormed off like a child. That sounds like a rejection to me. I want an explanation, why won't you turn me?" I asked him in a shaky voice, as my emotions welled up inside me.

"Look, I'm not doing this right now. I'm taking you back to the house."

He picked me up off of the ground and held me bridal style.

"Tristan what the hell? Put me down, now. I said I wanted answers before I'd go back into your house," I screamed at him and hit his chest with my hand.

"My house? You mean, our house Freya?"

"No, it's not my house Tristan. I can't move in with you, knowing that one day you will find your mate. I won't build a future with you when there's a chance it could all be ripped away from me."

He slowly lowered me down to the ground. While trying to balance on one foot, I saw him drop his head down, to stare at the grass. I could tell his heart was breaking, but I had to be honest with him, and myself. I couldn't continue our relationship constantly worrying that one day he'd leave me for his mate.

"But I told you, I'll reject her. Don't you trust me?" He asked as he slowly raised his head to look at me with sadness in his beautiful deep blue eyes.

"The only way that I could stay in this relationship, is if you turn me. That way we could find out for sure if we are mates like you think we are."

I placed my hands onto his chest to steady myself.

"No. I can't, Freya. I won't do it, there has to be another way," He pleaded with me, in a panic.

"No, Tristan, I don't see any other way, and I really don't understand your problem either. It will solve everything if we are mates. I would never have to worry about losing you to someone else," I said trying to convince him.

He stayed silent and I tilted my head when a thought popped into my mind.

"Is it because you're not one hundred percent sure that we're mates? Or is it because you won't want me when I'm a wolf? Is that it?" I yelled at him and pushed him away slightly, then tried my best to balance again on one foot.

"No, of course not. Never, ever, think for a second that I won't want you. I'll always want you, Freya," he said and went to put his hand on my cheek.

I pushed it away in a mix of anger and hurt.

"Then why, Tristan?" I screamed into his face as the rage built up inside me.

"Freya calm down. Your eyes!"

He tried to embrace me to calm me down, but I didn't want him touching me and I completely lost it.

"Why won't you turn me?" I screamed into his face then shoved him as hard as I could.

He went flying through the air before crashing down onto the ground with a loud thud. I stood there and stared at him, while he laid there all crumpled on the grass with pure shock sprawled across his face. I didn't even know why, or how I'd done it. The rage had just taken over me and all I could think of, was that we had no future together, and that it was all his fault for not wanting to turn me.

Why wouldn't he turn me? Or even tell me the reason why he was so dead against the idea?

I thought he would jump at the chance of us being mates and being together forever. I lost my train of thought when I heard a loud menacing growl.

"Oomph," I let out a giant exhale when I was suddenly tackled to the ground.

I smashed my head into the floor and darkness quickly engulfed me.

With my eyes tightly closed I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. In fact, I couldn't move at all, something heavy was pushing on my chest. It took me a couple of seconds to get my bearings, and for the pain to rush back into my body. My ankle was still throbbing, but now I had a matching head throb to go with it.

I could hear the blood rushing around my head and pulsing in my ears. It was hard to hear or concentrate on anything else. I slowly got the faint sound of heavy breathing and an occasional snarl. I could feel and smell its breath on my face. It was overbearingly hot, and each time it snarled or growled, it sprayed my face with warm droplets of spit.

I sluggishly opened my eyes and looked up. On top of me stood a huge black wolf. It had streaks of brown and white scattered throughout its fur and piercing amber colored eyes. It was pinning me to the ground by my shoulders, and as it growled at me its lips curled up to expose two rows of razor-sharp teeth. I watched in horror as a long string of drool escaped its mouth, then dripped down onto my cheek.

"Ewww, what the hell Tristan? That's so fucking gross." I shouted at the big black wolf and it snapped at my face in reply.

Wait. Tristan would never attack me!

The sudden realization hit me like a hailstorm, and I whispered into its face,

"You're not Tristan!"

Its lips curled up and over its pointy teeth again, this time in a deadly sadistic sort of smile. A mix of fear and rage quickly surged inside me. An instant survival instinct kicked in, and I felt myself getting stronger as my rage built. I was shaking all over but not with fear. No, my whole body was now filled with pure and undiluted adrenaline.

I thrusted my arms straight up and into the wolf as hard as I could. The wolf went flying into the air and whimpered when it hit the ground. It skidded across the grass on its side, before coming to a stop. I quickly shot to my feet to defend myself. Engrossed in the moment I had completely forgotten about my sprained ankle and collapsed back down onto the floor as I tried to stand on it. I saw the big black wolf trying to right itself, and it began to get up. I changed tactics to defend myself and crouched down onto the grass. I had my bad leg stretched out behind me, and my good leg bent underneath me for support. I put my right hand on the floor to hold myself up, and my left arm poised to grab the wolf when it attacked me.

I am going to wrestle this son of a bitch.

The wolf was now up onto its feet, and it stood there watching me, seemingly amused by my actions. It snorted, then began to lower its shoulders ready to charge at me.

I am ready for you.

"Come and get me Bitch!"

The wolf lifted its head into the sky and let out a deafening howl. Pushing its giant paws into the ground, it launched itself into a galloping charge. As it came right for me, I turned my head to the side slightly and prepared myself for the assault. The wolf lunged at my neck, but as it did, I grabbed its neck fur and wrapped my arms around its throat.

The wolf's head was now over my shoulder and it kept trying to bite the side of my face, but I tightened my grip and dragged it headfirst into the ground. I stood up on my good leg and swung my bad leg over its body before jumping onto its back. It rapidly stood up and shook its body viciously, sending me hurtling through the air.

Crack

I heard a loud bone-crunching sound just as I hit the floor. I waited for the excruciating pain to hit me, because I thought that the sound had come from me. That maybe I had broken something when I'd hit the ground. But no pain arrived, well apart from a small throb in my butt cheek, from just landing on it.

Crack

There it was again. Realizing now that the sound wasn't coming from any part of my body, I looked up and spotted Tristan in the distance. I gasped when I saw him hunched over, and his leg looked like it was broken in half.

Crack

Another bone-crunching sound rung in my ears, and I witnessed his other leg snap in half. He dropped down to his hands and knees, then the cracking sounds came thick and fast. I sat there staring at him, unable to move or speak. I knew I had said that I accepted him being a werewolf and all, but seeing him shift right in front of me, actually scared the shit out of me.

I scrambled back a little when he stretched forwards. His face began to contort, then elongated into a snout. Canines grew and protruded from his jaws. His clothes ripped off of him when his fur covered muscles tore right through them. I heard more bones breaking and watched as each of his bones broke, and then reshaped right in front of my eyes. My fear had washed away, and I was now being flooded with awe.

Tristan had finally finished shifting, and he was a magnificent looking wolf. He must have been easily double the size of the black wolf. He had thick and glorious light gray fur, that had a few patches of white and blond in different places, but it all blended perfectly. His fur looked so soft and almost fluffy. His eyes were a stunning light green color with tiny yellow flecks that looked like sparkling glitter.

I was amazed at how beautiful his wolf was. I had been completely distracted by Tristan, that I hadn't noticed the little black wolf had crept up behind me, and it was now standing right next to me.

"Grrr," I heard a low rumbling growl from the side of me.

I went to turn my head to look, but I wasn't quick enough. The black wolf had used my distraction to its full advantage, and it jumped on me, pinning me to the floor once again. I put my hands up to grab the wolf's neck and pushed it back as I tried my best to stop it from biting my face. The damn thing was crazed. It twisted and turned while snapping furiously at my face.

I was distracted by thunderous howl, and I managed to turn my head to the side slightly. I was just in time to see Tristan charging towards us. While I distracted again, the black wolf nearly bit my face right off. Luckily, I dodged it just in time, and it ended up with a mouth full of my hair instead. I heard another howl, but this one sounded different than the one I'd just heard, it was lighter and higher pitched.

All of a sudden, the weight and pressure of the black wolf holding me down was gone. I watched it shoot through the air, then a stunning blonde wolf slammed it into the ground. The blonde wolf stood above the black one, snarling and growling before it sank its teeth into its shoulder. The black wolf yelped out in pain and continued to whimper until Tristan's wolf growled at them both.

The blonde wolf bowed its head to him. The black wolf rolled over onto it's back to show him it's belly, then proceeded to wag its tail in fear or submission, maybe even both. Tristan growled again, then lunged at the black wolf, taking a huge chunk of flesh out of its hind leg. Blood sprayed everywhere and gushed out of the wound.

Nausea consumed me when I saw the little wolfs wound. I could see all of the flesh moving around inside of it. The wound oozed and squelched, as the wolf writhed around on the floor in agony. Tristan raised one of his gigantic paws up and when he brought it back down, he sliced across the delicate skin on the little black wolfs belly. Blood drenched Tristan's face, soaking into his light gray fur, turning it crimson. Darkness shrouded me and I collapsed onto the ground, with the blood-curdling screams of the little black wolf ringing in my ears.