Bonnie Vanak - Immortal Wolf

Run to me, Em. I will not turn away from you, I promise.

His mouth feathered over hers in a soft kiss. Emily closed her eyes, marveling in the firmness of his lips against hers. Raphaels hands held her steady as he deepened the kiss, his tongue coaxing her to open to him. She parted her lips and he slipped inside, tasting her, his tongue plunging and retreating, brushing the roof of her mouth, tracing every part of the moist cavern of her mouth. Emily sighed and shyly met his sensual advances. Breath escaped her as he lightly nipped her lower lip.

Raphael pulled away, his chest heaving, his eyes darker than the blackest night. Her own pulse beat frantically as she struggled to breathe, feeling the delicious flush of heat suffuse her entire body.

She knew now what it meant and knew what he wanted. He wanted to mate, but waited patiently for her.

Emily was ready now.

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The Empath #30

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Immortal Wolf #74

R aphael tore down the pathway, alarmed at the distressed cry. There, from the woods edge, near the property line. Emily. Something threatened her.

Instinct took over. He ran, waving his hands and eliminating his clothing as he did so, changing into wolf.

She stood in the gathering darkness, gloved hands to her mouth. Trembling as if a mighty wind shook her.

Just on the other side of the small, narrow dirt road he saw them.

A line of Morphs staring her down. As if they wanted her dead and would devour her heart.

While it still beat inside her chest.

With a snarl, Raphael leapt onto the road, charging the Morphs staring at Emily.

Stop! They wont come here!

Stark fear in her voice snapped him to a halt. His paws skidded in the loose gravel. The Morphs inched backward, their hunched, shriveled bodies twisting, talons outstretched as they hissed at him.

Raphael growled at the enemy. Wanting to snap and tear and destroy, every instinct rising to attack. But his charge was his first concern. He wouldnt leave Emily alone, facing danger.

The Morphs shapeshifted into wolves, loping off silently. Raphael trotted back to Emily and shifted back to human form. A cold wind brushed against his naked skin, chilling his bones. He clothed himself with a wave of his hand, looked at her terrorized face.

Are you all right?

Emily stared after the Morphs. They wont come on the property. Urien said it was the magick shield on the land, but I think its me. They fear me.

Raphael sensed her inner turmoil and challenged her. Then why not leave?

A frown creased her lovely face. I should. I could, but in the past, Urien said theyd attack in packs, cloning themselves and sacrificing the clones to kill me. They would strip the skin from my bones and eat my heart to ingest all the magick I have. I know Im going to die, but I dont want to die like that.

Anguish tinged her voice. Raphaels heart dropped to his stomach. Damn, this was going to be tough. All this time hed been Kallan, hed never faced such a challenge.

Think of her, not yourself .

Emily, lets get back. Youre shivering, he said in his gentlest tone.

Raphael shrugged out of his leather jacket and went to drape it about her slender shoulders. She jerked back as if he were a hot iron. Dont touch me!

I was only going to offer you this.

Then youd have to destroy it after I wore it. She backed away. Youre supposed to be wise. Everything I touch is contaminated. My own people cant stand being within ten feet of me. They wont let me touch anything. Even the livestock. I cant feed them, water them, care for them. Im unclean.

Raphaels heart twisted.

Stop looking at me like that. I hate pity. Damn you.

With a swirl of skirts, she spun around and stormed off toward her cottage. Raphael gazed after her. Hed leave her alone for now. Come morning, they had work to do.

Once Emily had loved the dark. Now it brought only fear of the night and terrible dreams chasing her through sleep. Last nights had been particularly gruesome. Long, yellowed fangs ready to sink into her flesh, eager to rip and tear.

Emily hooked a band of hair behind her ear. Before sleeping last night, she had managed to calm herself enough to decipher a snippet of the sacred texts.

The Destroyer has been sent to kill her. The Chosen One surrenders herself to the Destroyer. Two sentences having a vague interpretation. But what if she did surrender herself to the Destroyer? What then?

She had become too upset, and the words blurred to nothingness before her eyes.

Emily poured herself a cup of coffee, donned her gloves and took the cup outside to enjoy the morning air. Distress filled her as she spotted Raphael sitting on the rocker on her porch. In a dove-gray T-shirt, jeans and boots, his powerful body tensed, he stared into the woods.

Why are you on my porch? she demanded.

Silence met her. She tracked the line of his gaze and saw a small deer peacefully cropping dewy grass. What are you looking at?

Prey. His voice was low, intent.

His back to her, Raphael stood and tugged the shirt over his head. Muscles rippled beneath his smooth, tanned flesh. Her mouth went dry as she stared. He reached for the waistband of his jeans.

W-what are you doing?

Im going to hunt. I havent eaten deer in months.

There are no deer where youre from?

He glanced over his shoulder. Where I come from, we eat nutrias. Rodents bigger than small dogs. They look like mutant beavers.

Fascination stole over her as she watched him shed his clothing slowly and carefully. Emily suspected he did it on purpose to get a reaction.

She reacted.

She had seen naked men when her pack males shapeshifted into wolves. But not this beautiful. His legs were long and sturdy, his bottom taut with muscle. His broad shoulders tapered down to a lean waist and hips. Fascinated, she studied the rippling muscles of his tanned flesh. An odd marking in blue ink decorated his strong left bicepa dagger that had intricate runes like the Sacred Scian thrust through a heart.

Iridescent sparks started to shimmer around him, then faded. Arent you joining me?

A ripple of pleasure went through her. Her pack hadnt invited her to run with them in years. Emily leaned back, sipping her coffee.

I dont hunt anymore.

Why?

She fell silent, reluctant to tell him why. He seemed to struggle with a decision. His large shoulders slumped as he heaved a sigh. Ah, it wouldnt be much of a challenge. Like fishing with C-4 explosives.

Raphael waved a hand, clothing himself again. Relief swept through her, and bemusement. Most others would ignore her and pursue their hunger.

Your refrigerator should be fully stocked, she said, setting down her coffee. The Sacred Scian hung in a sheath on his belt. Emily swallowed hard.

It is, but I like the thrill of the hunt. I am, after all, a big, bad wolf.

A charming grin touched his mouth, melting her a little. He seemed friendly. Open and willing to talk with her as if she were just an ordinary Draicon.

She wasnt. Emily squeezed her hands.

Why do you wear those clothes?

He shrugged. Its what I like. I never follow other peoples style.

Style? I dont know of style, but I do know its important to be like everyone else in the pack.

So thats why you wear that sackcloth? he drawled.

Emily fingered the shapeless dun dress with its long sleeves and coarse material. Its tradition. Our people embrace traditional clothing.

She stared at the small gold dagger dangling from a loop pierced through his left ear. Our males do not wear earrings. We wear no decorations upon our bodies.

Raphael leaned against the railing. The earring is more than a decoration.