For The Pack

Olivia saw the open gash on his upper arm and clenched her teeth. She picked up her nightgown and tore a piece. She walked up to him and then with shaky fingers wrapped the bandage around his wound. Her face was flushed and she could feel his heated gaze on her instead of being bothered about his wound. She stepped back and in a low voice said, "The moon is about to go down, and so must you."

His chest heaved and Olivia couldn't help stealing a gaze at those rippling muscles and sweat slicked skin. She broke herself free from all the thoughts and then turned back. She headed towards the exit of the tree's hollow. Just before she could come out of the exit, he strode to her and stopped her. She halted with a jerk and looked up at him through her thick eyelashes. He gave her his dagger. "Keep it with you as a memory of today." Olivia's lips parted as her body trembled. She lifted the dagger with its encrusted hilt.