Wolves of a different Pelt - Aurora Kryan (top e book reader .txt) 📗

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“It’s not a curse for you especially it’s a gift.”

I swatted his hand way. How could he say such things to me he didn’t know what I had gone through because of this. I stepped away from him caging my soul to turn back to my human form. If he paid attention he’d have seen the scar that started on the back of my hand and ended at my inside elbow disappear. But he wasn’t looking at that anymore he was watching my face as I scrunched it up in anger.

“A gift you call this a gift!”

I pulled my shirt up to show him my left side. Two long jagged scars wrapped around my rib cage angling down from my shoulder to my hip. He reached his hand out to touch them but I pulled back wrapping an arm around myself.

He is a creeper too! I don’t care if he’s hot or not you don’t go around touching people’s side scars.

His scrutinizing face looked up at me and turned into something else entirely. His hazel eyes gleamed in the moonlight making them look sadder than they were.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. It is a gift. I would have died twelve years ago in here if I hadn’t been a shifter.”

He’s the little boy who died in here?

I was surprised again by his answer but my face pulled back into a glare after a second. I was angry at him I got in his face.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about! This curse got my mother killed and gave me these scars. Then to top all off when I was six it got my adopted parents killed. You wanted to know why I screamed when I was six. That’s why because I’m a cursed monster who kills her parents!”

I was screaming in his face but he didn’t try to move away or anything. He just stood there taking it and it made me madder. I just told him something I never told anyone not even my best friend and he wouldn’t do anything. I was at my emotional limit, damn it you big baby don’t cry in front of him, but it was too late. I balled my fist and beat it against his chest as the tears leaked out of my eyes and down my face.

I left my fist on his chest but let my head drop so my brown hair hid my face. His arms wrapped around me pulling me into him. At first I pushed away but I needed the comfort too much to actually get way. I closed my eyes as the water works went on.

Silly little girl you don’t even know this stalker but you letting him comfort you.

I felt him bow his head so his lips were next to my ear.

“The fact that you’re alive at all is a gift within its self.”

What was that suppose to mean?

I pulled my head back to look at him and froze. He wasn’t just looking at me sympathetically he was looking at me lovingly.

Old friend

“In your arms I can’t still feel the way you want me when you hold me. I can still hear the words you whispered when you told me. “

Played from my pocket and I started blushing like the sun in the mornings, red hot. Quickly I pushed away and jerked the head phones out so it stopped playing aloud. My heart was pounding when I looked up at him. I whipped the tears off my face so I could covertly pull my long hair around my face like a curtain to hide the blush. Spirit held his hand out to me.

“And there ain’t no way I’m letting you go now.” He sang.

He knows Shania Twain?

I looked at his outstretched hand and surprising myself took it. He took the player from my other hand and plugged in the head phones and instantly missing by flyleaf blared out at us. I looked up at his face still red and then I turned redder. His eyes were smoldering,

what have I gotten myself into?

He brushed back his hair then let my hand drop I let my breath out unaware I was holding it. His lips twitched up into a smile and he came back to me in one long step. His chest was against mine and even thou his face was looking down at me and I could turn away I didn’t. I felt the blush spread down my neck as his hands held either side of my face.

He wouldn’t would he?

He would. Slowly his lips pressed to mine in a kiss that I returned.

“You know I like you.” He mumbled against my lips.

“Didn’t have a clue you did.” I mumbled back. Then pulled away keeping my forehead against his, “Uh if you like me you wana go out?”

I did not just! What am I like possessed or something? I felt like I was closer to him than I was like this was something we were picking back up on. He looked into my eyes searching for something he must have found it because he pulled away then turned away from me stalking off to the far side of the clearing,

what I say?

I frowned at him as he came back with a small mirror. He held it up to my face and I frowned more. I looked at my dark blue eyes and dark brown hair crowded around my face. It was all tangled at I had a few scratches on my cheek, ok yeah I look like a mess so?

“No.” He said strangely.

I tore my eyes from my reflection to look at him.

What the hell! You kiss me out of nowhere and then when I ask you out you say no! ugh!

I glared at him then let it drop I turned away stalking off to the entrance again while beautiful played from behind me. I stopped;

bastard still has my mp3 player

, and then whirled around stomping back to him. I snatched the player from him only to have my wrist caught. I growled at him shooting daggers at his stupid muscle chest I had been held in a moment ago.

“Look at me.”

“I am!” I shouted unnecessarily.

“No you’re looking at my chest I want you to look at me.” His voice cracked.

He lifted my chin with his other hand. I tried to fight him off but he wouldn’t let me go I was trapped there with him. If I shift I can kick his ass, I frowned I didn’t really want to hurt him I still needed answers. I kept my eyes off him till my mp3 player started the song drift away by Uncle Kracker. ‘I don’t understand the things I do.’ I mouthed with it,

so true why aren’t I beating him up?

“Because you don’t know anything.”
“Oh really? Well then explain or is this another curse of mine getting kissed and then thrown away

by hot guys.” I was snarling by now.

“Hot guys?”

“Not the point.” We said together.

I gave him the what-is-with-you-weirdo look. He shook his head growling at himself.

Ok this is just the weirdest situation I’ve ever been in.

He let my wrist go and took my shoulders instead. He let my face go so I took the opportunity to look away.

Come forth and let my true self be known, let the blood of my ancestors run free once again

, the flow of my soul reached my finger tips so I broke Spirits hold on me as I changed. I growled at him then took off till I was spun back around and tackled by this wolf. He pinned my arms out and let his snarling face hang inches from mine. I let out my own snarl in response.

“Mitchell!” He yelled.

“What?”

“Spirit Mitchell Jamison!”

My eyes widened,

no way.

“It can’t…”

“Yes it can.” He whispered.

Memories

Is it really him? After all these years after everything that happened he’s here.

I Took a closer look at him his eyes even thou they were a yellow wolfs I could see him in them. The little boy I grew up with in Kenzington with my mom.

“Spirit.” I whispered.

His muzzle shut and he looked at me. Climbing off he changed back to his human form taking a seat next to my sprawled out body. I stared up at the leaf ceiling as I was pulled back to that horrid place. Back to a time when I loved being a werewolf and Spirit was my friend, to a time when I was five. My mother, my real mother, walked toward me in her wolf form. She was snow white except for the raven black half halo at the base of her left ear. Her blue eyes were gleaming at me as a small white wolf ran past her and I laughed running away from him.

“Wait up Indura!” He called.

“No way Mitch your still it!”

I called back using his nickname he hated to egg him on more while I sprinted backwards. I spun around to face forward when he got closer brushing my tail an inch from his nose teasingly. He growled playfully jumping to pounce on me. I managed a half dodge getting my leg caught by his paw and falling. I could see his mouth opening to shout tag but he was cut off by furious growling. Both of us looked up to see a giant white Royal wolf I never seen before growling with his lips pulled back from his teeth to expose them.

He lunged for me with intent to kill scarring me so bad I closed my eyes. But before I did I saw a flash of white and my left arm burn as I was jerked sideways by something. I cried out in pain opening my eyes to find three long claws marks bleeding profusely on my side and arm. I thought I heard my name being called but I wasn’t sure everything was dull and strange. Spirit’s fuzzy grayed human figure ran towards me before I closed my eyes.

I also made out my mother falling to the ground with dashes of red following her falling body as she howled out in fear. Then I saw nothing but darkness but I heard the low grumbling sound of the attacking wolf mumble something like ‘she’s dead.’

“Indura!”

I jerked looking at Spirit when his yelling pulled me back from my past. My breathing was labored and I could feel sweat dripping down my forehead. He had a hold of my shoulders looking at me worriedly searching for something again. I blinked away the tears in my eyes as I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. I squeezed the life out of him once I changed back into a human and buried my face in his shoulder. I dug my fingers into his shirt gripping it for dear life like he would disappear any minute.

I can’t believe it’s him why didn’t he tell me sooner?