Chapter 4

Winter

“Umm Hello again” are you kidding me that’s what I say to my mate when we first meet. He is just looking at me. I probably look horrible. I know I still have blood on me from the elk, and I have not washed in a few days. Yep, I am defiantly not in any way presentable.

He is going to reject me. Why would this Adonis of a man let me be his mate? I'm a disheveled mess. I live in a hole for Goddess's sake. I am a rogue and I'm sure he knows that. How could he possibly accept me?

I'm sure he knows what I am. Even if he doesn’t reject me his pack will not accept me. I could never ask him to live the way I have been forced to live. Why is he just staring at me though? Is he taking in the whole picture and realizing that this is a cruel trick on him?

It hits me he is naked! This man is naked, and I love it. I feel the chills running along my spine. I am feeling things I have never felt. There is a wetness forming between my legs. I cannot talk to this man while he is naked it is just too distracting.

But before I grab him something to wrap around himself, I take in his appearance. He has black hair atop his head and the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen. He has rippling muscles across his body. Oh, goddess he is so dam tall. He looks like some giant compared to me.

The Goddess defiantly outdid herself when she made him. He looks like a sculpture. A sculpture I wanted to run my hands over. He was most surly a man and a well-endowed one at that. How on earth could any women have him between her legs!

The thought of him between my legs makes me shutter. Oh, how I wish I could have that. I try to quench these thoughts. He is never going to be my mate. I know the situation. I know even if he doesn’t reject me, we cannot be together. That is just the situation I am in.

I need to get him to cover up, or I do not think I will be able to control myself. He is too sexy to be alone and naked in the woods with me. It is too much to not run over and grab him. To have him mark me right here. I can't put him through that. I know his pack would make him a rogue like me if he were to just up and mark me.

“Hold on.” I crawl back in the shelter and grab a blanket so he can at least cover some of himself up. I know I can’t have a conversation with my mate while he is just standing there in all his glory. The temptation is too great to do things without thinking them threw. I hand him the blanket I just retrieved, and he wraps it around himself. I finally breath out at least my eyes won’t send me spirally in to a lusty rage. Just his smell now is a distraction. I will just have to focus.

“Hey, I’m Cole; your mate. Why did you run from me? Did I scare you? I'm sorry if I did, I didn’t mean to. Can you tell me your name?” His name is Cole. That’s a good name; a strong name, and I get the feeling I just want to scream it.

Why does he think I feared him? I don’t know; maybe he thought I feared his sheer size. I have no idea, but honestly. No, I was not scared. I just didn’t want to be rejected. I didn’t think he would follow, but here he is asking if I'm okay. The least I can do is give him my name, and an explanation.

“I’m Winter. I wasn’t exactly scared” I reply. I just stare at him. Oh, my Goddess this is so awkward. Here I am just staring; not saying anything. What is wrong with me? This is my mate. He was made for me. I should say something, but I don’t know what to say. It’s not like I’m around other werewolf's that often, or even humans for that matter. Here and there I interact with others, but it is not very often. It has been over a year since I had a conversation with anyone other than my wolf Athena.

I just hope he doesn’t think I'm some sort of freak. I mean I have barley said a word to my mate here, and I'm sure he can smell my arousal. So, I am this turned-on, barley speaking, rogue she wolf. My mate must think I am some weirdo. Come on I can do this. Just relax. I tell myself.

Cole

She is just staring at me with her big black eyes. My Goddess, they seem to be endless behind the blackness. I can smell her arousal in the air. It is hard to stand it with how hard my cock is turning. I need to focus though I have so many questions. Like why she is a rogue.

I know many werewolves are rogues because of crimes they committed. Inevitably those wolfs were kicked out of there packs. Hell, I have done my share of turning wolfs into rogues. It is not something I personally like to do, but sometimes it is unavoidable for the good of the pack.

I know I need answerers. I want her to come back with me, but I need to tread lightly. Not only because it would be highly inappropriate to take a rogue into our pack territory with no knowledge of her, but because I really don’t have any protocol on this situation. I need answers, but they will have to wait.

“Can I come back? It’s just I have been gone for a while and the other pack members might worry if they can’t find me.” I ask. “Umm yeah I would like that.” “I want to know your story so please do not run away. I will be back here around midday tomorrow. Will that be okay.”

She nods “ll right.” I hand back her blanket as I shift and start to run back to the pack. I turn around to see her black eyes watching me run away.