Wolf Man Ch. 02
Keywords: Man, Wolf, Ch., 02,
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"(Sorry it took so long, hope it doesn't disappoint. Please keep on commenting and sending feedback, it's very appreciated. Thanx Alice xxx)"
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Hannah sighed as she emerged from the sleep of the dead, her head turning with her as she snuck her arms around her pillow and hugged it to her, bringing her legs up under the covers. Now that had been an interesting dream, she thought, her eyes in no hurry to glimpse the light of day. A wolf-man of all things, well, her mother had always said she had a nice imagination...
Her drowsy thoughts slowed to a stop when she felt something shift in the bed beside her. Hannah went stiff with tension and held her breath, her ears straining for any other noise... and there was breathing...
Taking a deep breath she allowed her eyelids to lift and when her darkened hazel eyes found themselves staring into the eyes of a wolf she did the most sensible thing she could. She screamed. Even as the scream ripped out of her lips the wolf changed into a man and she noted the wince on the guy's face seconds before she tumbled out of bed to land on her ass on the hard wooden floor.
"Woman what is wrong with you!" He hissed, rolling onto his back and flinging one of those incredible arms – which she now knew were not a dream – over his eyes. As she took in the picture he made on her bed her eyes widened. The sheets were up to just below his hips, making her mouth go instantly dry and from the way the sheets moulded his strong legs, she knew that he was as bare below as he was on top... that was apart from the bandage that he had wrapped around his upper chest. His incredible hair was spilled all over her pillows, the blackness of it contrasting sharply with the whiteness of the sheets.
Hannah shook her head to rid herself of the effect that he lying on her bed produced in her and stood up... brushing curls of sleep crazed chestnut hair back from her face...only to realise that she wore nothing but her underwear. But she hadn't changed...she remembered clearly flinging herself fully dressed onto her bed. She hadn't even drawn the covers up!
Her mouth gaped open and she turned angry hazel slits on his reclining form. "You pervert! I can't believe you undressed me! You have absolutely no principles what so ever!" She shouted yanking the sheet away from him to wrap around her body. And wished she hadn't when she saw that she had been right...he had been wearing NOTHING underneath that sheet. "Oh god!" She choked, feeling her cheeks burn up as her gaze focused on the most amazing part of him. Lord he was big!
"Now who's the pervert?" He asked in a mocking tone.
Hannah jerked her eyes up to his in horror then her lips flattened themselves into an angry line. "You're despicable." She snarled then turned smartly on her heel and slammed into the bathroom. Slamming the door shut too. Pig!
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Half an hour later she emerged from a very foggy bathroom to find her room empty. Was he gone? As she reached up to pull her hair into a pony tail she eyed the room for signs of the wolf-man and she was about to conclude that he had gone when she heard the sound of her refrigerator slam. No. He wasn't gone; he was just attempting to break her fridge.
Giving an annoyed sigh she walked across the room into the other room and found him looking into her cupboard now...wearing only jeans.
"I thought you'd gone." She said, forcing her eyes to stick to his face. Not that his face was any safer.
He spared her a glance before going back to rummaging in her cupboard. "The snow storm is still raging woman, obviously I'm not going to go out into it."
"My name is not woman." She hissed, walking over to where he stood. "And what the hell are you doing?"
"You have no food, no wonder you're so bony." He murmured, eyes still searching for the food.
"Bony?" She gasped. Bastard! "I am not bony!"
He shrugged. "What's your name?"
"Huh?!?" The man was insane...well he wasn't a man but anyway.
"You told me not to call you woman, but how can I call you anything else when I don't know what your name is?"
"It's Hannah." She snapped. She'd done him the courtesy of helping him and what did he do? He made smart remarks about her sexual state, undressed her, called her BONY and then complained about her kitchen stock. Asshole.
He closed the cupboard and stepped towards her, those disturbing eyes focused on her irritated face. His eyes swept her body in the clean jeans and plain white t-shirt. "Well Hannah," he murmured, leaning close, "I never said I disliked 'bony'. Us wolves have a fascination with getting to the bone."
Hannah stared at him, her mouth once again gaping. He seemed to be able to do that to her a lot. As she felt a blush stealing over her cheeks, she turned her face away and pretended a fascination with her kitchen counter as she stuffed her hands inside her back pockets. "Ugh... you were talking about food...well, yesterday I went into town, and I was on my way back from the supermarket when I uh...saw you. Everything's still in the car."
From the corner of her eye she saw a smile curl his lips as he stepped away and she felt her heart beat a little faster. Really Hannah, the guy isn't normal, don't even think of going there, she berated herself. "Shall we go and get the food then?" He asked and with a deep breath to cool her cheeks she nodded and moved back into her room to pull on a parka and her boots.
"Let's go."
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It was a long while later that they finally settled down in front of the fire, bread set out in little plates and bowls of beef stew. For a little while they ate in silence, appreciating the warm food and the fire.
"So what's your name?" She murmured into the silence, spooning another spoonful of stew into her mouth. She looked at him sitting there cross legged, his chest now covered as well, even though his t-shirt had the two holes on them from yesterday.
He paused in his eating and glanced up at her from beneath dark curling lashes, his gaze more then a little wary. A few seconds passed and he didn't answer and Hannah felt her mood go down a bit.
She shrugged. "Well, if you don't want to tell me that's fine too. You don't have to." She took a sip of water before resuming her meal.
"Kai."
Hannah arched a brow at the name that seemed to have been forced from his lips. "Well, don't choke on it. I told you you didn't have to tell me it. Besides, with the look you gave me I'd be surprised if that was even your real name."
He glared at her. "If I say it's Kai then it's because it's Kai."
"Fine, fine." She mumbled, reaching to the small plate where the bread rested in between them to break off a piece. "So...Kai... how'd you get shot?" She asked and this time, it was like a cold draft slammed out of him and hit her.
"Why?"
"Well...because I'm curious about what happened." She murmured with a shrug, dipped a bit of the bread in the stew before directing it to her mouth.
"Curiosity killed the cat." Something about the tone of his voice had the hairs on her arms going up on end. Despite the softness of his words, they sounded like a threat.
Hannah straightened as she lowered her bowl and looked him in the eye. "I helped you and right now you're in my house and eating my food, I don't think it's asking a lot to know what happen. You could be on the run from killers for all I know. So avoid the threats please. If you don't want to tell me, don't." She picked up her bowl and water and then headed back into the kitchen, her appetite effectively ruined.
As she was dumping the rest of her stew in the bin, she tried to calm herself down. It seemed that he had a great talent for winding her up, and she didn't much care for it. She sighed as she turned the tap on and started washing the small bowl, spoon and glass. When a dark smooth arm entered her line of vision and placed a bowl in the sink she felt herself tense involuntarily because she could feel his chest pressing into her side as he stood there looking down at her.
"Do you mind?" She asked. "You're invading my personal space." She muttered, not looking at him.
Beside her he remained where he was and she felt as well as heard his snicker. "I slept in your bed and undressed you in case you didn't notice." His voice was teasing now, probably to soften her up.
"Yeah well, it's not like I knew, is it?" She snapped, and elbowed him away, carefully aiming for his midriff. He shifted away with a slight grunt and then leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her finish the washing up.
It wasn't until she'd dried and put everything away that he talked again. "I'm sorry that I upset you...and I understand why you might need to know, but – if I tell you then...let's just say trouble might find you." He said quietly.
Hannah looked at him, his head cast down as he studied his arms in front of him. "What kind of trouble?" She demanded, if he didn't want to tell her why he had been shot that was fine, but if trouble was going to come knocking on her door then she needed to know.
"My people."
Hannah's eyes widened. "There are more of you? I mean, more people like you?"
Kai looked at her, his eyes watching her closely as he nodded.
"Wow..." she allowed her eyes to look over him, unaware that he was watching her every movement, "are they built like you too?" She asked in awe.
At that question, a smile broke out on his face, making him look even more stunning. "Some of the men yes... though not exactly like me."
Hannah nodded in jerky movements. "That makes sense." She found it difficult to believe that there was another exactly like him in the world. God knew one was enough, at least for her. "And...why would they be trouble? You seem fine to me...apart from the part where you got shot that was...and sleeping in my bed, calling me bony complaining about my lack of..." she trailed off as he came closer to her, those eyes flaring like the blue of a flame, his long black hair all around him.
"Believe me.
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Keywords: Man, Wolf, Ch., 02,