Chapter Four
Drea’s heart pounded hard in her chest as the three wolves grew closer. There was nowhere to run now and even if there was, her body! wouldn't leave the frozen ground. She was stuck. And she was about to be devoured by three werewolves. As the werewolves approached her, her eyes caught something on the neck of the wolf leading the pack. It was distinct and contrasted greatly with its white fur. It looked like a snake mark. When the wolves got even closer, she could make out what it was—a snake with two bright red fangs. That was such an odd mark on a wolf.
Muttering her last prayers amidst the loud growls, Drea began to move backwards on her hands, struggling to pull her hands off the icy floor. She'd been having the worst time the past few days. If this was how she was going to die, she might as well just accept it.
As she shut her eyes, ready to accept her fate, she heard it. A louder growl from afar. Her eyes flicked open and she saw it from the distance. A pair of shiny red eyes from the shadowy trees. The other wolves must have heard it as well because they stopped advancing towards her. Hell, it was like they remained frozen to the ground as well. Drea's eyes narrowed, her mind now filled with confusion instead of fear.
What was happening?
The pair of shiny red eyes grew closer and into the moonlight. It was another white wolf. One slightly bigger than the other three and more fierce looking. The red-eyed wolf approached the other three, growling as pod we possible. Something about his growls must have terrified the other three wolves because they began to retreat. The red eyed wolf gave one last howl and it sent them running. Drea felt her body freeze all over again. This wolf probably did not feel like sharing its dinner with anyone else.
Drea felt her heart pause when the red eyed wolf turned to her and slowly started to approach her, its tongue dangling in the snow just like the others. Drea, literally feeling her back hit a tree with nowhere else to shift to, raised her arms over her eyes, shutting them as tightly as she could. She expected claws and teeth to dig into her cold and pale skin any moment now.
“You're freezing.”
Wait. That voice.
Drea lowered her arms off her face and opened her eyes. The red-eyed wolf was gone. In its place, standing before her, completely and utterly naked, was—
“Logan?” She called, her teeth chattering amidst her fear.
“I warned you, Andrea.” He said, in the voice Drea had come to get used to only in the past few days. “I told you not to try anything.”
Feeling her body slowly start to weaken from having to battle the cold for too long, her eyes started to go blurry.
“Look, if you're going to kill me, just do it already.” She said in a faint whisper.
Logan's eyes scanned her body for a second, contemplating what to do.
“Take off your dress.” He suddenly said, the weight of his voice accompanied by the whispers coming from the windy trees.
“What?” Drea whispered again.
“Take off your dress. You're going to freeze to death.”
Feeling every spirit of protest disappear from her body, she did as she was told. It took her a few minutes to fully take it off but she did, and the cold had never felt more hellish.
“My body radiates heat. I'll need to keep you warm before we can go back to the Snow Palace.” Logan continued.
Before Drea could say anything else, he lifted her off the floor. For some reason, she knew she needed to feel some self consciousness. They were both naked, in the falling snow and he was carrying her towards the trees. However, her worries we're almost immediately stopped by the heat she started to feel. It was almost like she was back in her room in the Snow Palace, with the heater turned on—except now, the heater was Logan's naked body.
The more contact she made with Logan, the more warmth she felt.
“How—” she felt herself whisper, as more warmth penetrated her frozen bones, doing away with the slithering cold that have terrorized her body for way too long.
“Like I said. My body radiates heat.” Logan continued. They got underneath one of the biggest trees in the area and he laid her underneath it.
“You'll have to wrap your body around me so the cold can go away faster.” Logan whispered, gently laying underneath the tree with her.
Again, without protesting or trying to fight it, she did as told. Soon, her body was completely wrapped around Logan and he had both his hands on her back.
“I can also radiate cold, whenever I feel like it too.” Logan whispered again.
While the heat continued to work on Drea, her weak body couldn't keep her awake for long. Feeling her system start to slowly shut down, some things became clearer to her.
Of course. It was why he could freeze the ground back at her father's house when he walked. It was why his presence alone made Drea feel like she was stuck in the artic. He had the power to radiate cold—and heat.
As she began to wonder if he knew who the other wolves were, tiredness took over and soon, she was fast asleep, her once freezing and naked body resting in his arms.
She woke up a few hours later in his arms again. Dawn was just beginning to break as the white snow all around them became clearer. A few more hours and the sun was going to come up. She was completely warm now, despite the fact that she was still naked in the snow.
And still laying in his arms.
“Oh my God.” She gasped, jumping away from him. Now that her senses had returned and she no longer felt as weak as she was before, she was beginning to make meaning of the situation. Logan was the wolf. He was the red eyed wolf.
“Really.” Logan called, also rising from the floor. “You were asleep in my arms. You think if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have?” He was standing before her, an odf expression in his glazed eyes. She couldn't help staring at him. It was like he had some kind of magnetism in him.
Now that the morning light was beginning to stream into the atmosphere, Drea could see Logan's body clear as day. He looked like a god with his sculpted pectorals and his toned abs. She tried not to look beyond his navel but she was unsuccessful. Her eyes pan down to his—
“We need to get back to the mansion.” He said, throwing her out of her brief reverie.
Feeling a flush of red swim up her cheeks, Drea looked back up at him, at his glazed eyes. He was staring at her too.
“We need to get Alice to have a look at that cut on your face.” Logan said. He grabbed Drea’s dress, which was resting on one of the low hanging branches and threw it at her.
Feeling fully self conscious now, Drea slowly put on the white dress, the lines of mild cold hitting her bare skin.
“Alice.” She said, her voice low as possible. “Is she like the healer of the snow pack.”
Logan narrowed his eyes and moved closer to her. “She's a doctor.”
Drea nodded. Of course. That made more sense.
She turned towards the bright snow and was about to start walking when she felt Logan's hands clamped around her wrist.
Feeling the blood in her veins pump harder than normal, she slowly turned back to him.
“You only get to do this once, Andrea.” He said, his voice dangerously low as his piercing brown eyes stared straight into hers. “You only get to try escaping once.”
She swallowed.
“Try this stunt again and I'll tear you apart myself. Am I understood?”
Drea nodded sharply, feeling her heart beat profoundly in her chest. Something about the plain drawl in his voice let her know he wasn't joking about that. He could kill her and she knew that.
“Good. Now we can go.”
Still feeling the heat from Logan's body as they walked, Drea couldn't ignore a creping question in her mind. Logan wasn't just keeping her around to get his hands on Heron. He needed something else. If he didn't, he wouldn't have saved her last night.
Feeling the familiar cold of the snow as she continued to walk through it, only the same question reverberated in her mind over and over.
What did Logan Frost want from her?