Running From the Vampire Into the Arms of the Wolf: by E A Price Page B

He would find her.  If He hadn’t already.
    Whilst part of h er desperately wanted Hans to love her and for them to be together another more logical part realised it was for the best that he didn’t want that.  If Hans was attached to her He would kill Hans when He found her, which He would eventually...
    “Just sad about that woman who was killed.”   Which was a half truth.
    She was lying to him again.  She carried a lot of pain and sadness within her and she wouldn’t share it with him.  Why would she?  He made himself clear that they were just screwing around, he made it clear he didn’t want to get involved with her, so why would she share the intimate parts of her life?
    “Why do you hate witches?”   She asked suddenly.
    He let go of her face and turned his back to her.  His first instinct was to bellow and tell her it was none of her business but he soon recovered himself.
    Why not tell her?   It wasn’t exactly a secret.
    The bitter memories flooded his mind.  “A witch killed my dad.  I was 13.  She was a healer, a good one too. She kept giving away potions to she-wolves who were expecting pups.  Told them the potion would make the babies stronger.  But it was poison.  She killed a few unborn pups and almost made a few of the she-wolves infertile.  She was nuts.  Said she hated wolves and didn’t want any more being born.  My dad tried to stop her and she killed him, he was an Enforcer.  The old Alpha and two other Enforcers finally took her down.”
    She tugged his arm and he allowed her to turn him back to face her.  The look of sorrow on his face nearly broke her heart.  She stroked his cheek, running her fingers over the angry scar. “I’m sorry about that.”  She kissed him deeply.  “I would never do anything like that.  That woman was a monster.”
    He pressed her to him, kissing her firmly.   She curled her fingers into his t-shirt.  He rubbed his hands down her back and rested at her ass.  The kiss deepened and clutching her cheeks he dragged her up his body.  She clamped her legs round his waist, her sex rubbed against his arousal.
    Breaking away from her mouth he kissed his way over her jaw down to her neck and shoulder.   He took in a deep gulp of her scent, his wolf immediately started prancing round like a puppy.
    She nipped at his shoulder with blunt teeth and he yelped in delight raising his head, eyes rolling to the back of his head. 
    His head snapped toward the window and his body went rigid.  He’d seen a flash of movement outside.   It was gone in a flash but it had looked like a face, but then not even wolves could move that fast.
    She writhed in his arms but noticed he wasn’t reciprocating.  She gently bit his earlobe.  “What’ s wrong?”
    “I thought I saw someone at the window...”
    She stilled in his arms and her heartbeat sped up.  “Maybe one of the pack?”  She asked optimistically.
    He hesitated.  He wanted to go out and see if anyone was there, but didn’t want to leave Melody unprotected.   “No, they moved too fast.  It might be nothing but I should go check.”
    Grudgingly he set Melody down on the floor, her eyes were already wide with worry.  “Go upstairs, into your bathroom.  Lock the door.  Don’t come out until I say... just in case.”
    No, she couldn’t allow Hans out there on his own, what if it was Him ?  “No you can’t...”
    His face was grim.  “No arguments, do it.  Now.”  His tone was harsh and commanding .  It said ‘don’t fuck with me’.
    She gulped and wordlessly ran upstairs.  When he heard the click of the lock he went out to look round.

Chapter Eight
    Melody paced in the bathroom.  What if it was Him ?  What if she had just allowed Hans to go out there with Him lurking, waiting to strike, waiting to kill.  She should have warned Hans.  She should have told him about her history.  She should have told him she loved him...  Damnit .
    She had to go out there and help him,