The Nosferatu Adventures
page 120, chapter 120
He crouched beside her, his head tilted to the side, licking his lips. He said nothing as he flopped down on the ground beside her, his arms around his knees. The ghost image stretched out just centimeters away from her, suddenly in wolf form. He rested his muzzle on top of her shoulder, no sound, no scent coming from him. The auburn wolf closed his eyes as he faded and was gone.
Nosferatu woke, looking around, seeing the bonfire still burning, the Seer sitting more then thirty feet away at the very edge of it, one of his bubbles glowing in front of him, a book floating inside it. Reuben sleeping an arm's length from her. Our heroine shivered as she got up, moving closer to the bonfire.
"You trying to runaway?" Reuben asked rolling over to look at her.
"Werewolf ears. I heard you move." he grumbled as he scratched then at his jaw.
"I'm freezing." her tone was flat. The male reached out grabbing her by the leg, dragging her back beside him.
"How can someone your size always be cold?" he wrapped his arm around her, his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes flickering the amber-grey of the wolf, as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. The female continued to shiver for a few minutes having to move closer to him.
"God, this is rich." she mumbled.
"What?" the werewolf huffed.
"Nothing. Forget I said anything."
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, his fingers digging into her skull, as he sniffed, relaxing his shoulders. "I know what you were thinking. I know exactly what you were thinking. And you're right. Under different circumstances this would have been...interesting." he leaned over whispering in her ear. "But I'm never going to forgive you." he rocked towards her. "I'm never going to let you get comfortable. Every time I see you starting to, I'm going to remind you that you're the reason Dagan is dead." The female sucked in a sharp gulp of air as she felt his nails piercing the back of her neck. Reuben, then began licking the blood from his fingers, his eyes still flickering the amber-grey of the wolf.
Something in him had changed this last few weeks. All the time they had spent trapped in that maze, in the hall of doors. She'd seen him at his worst. Brutal, unforgiving, cruel and hungry. Whomever had kept them captive, had left them alone. They learned quickly that certain times of the day, a door would be unlocked leading to a room with nothing but a small picnic basket with a couple of bottled waters and some food. But the night of the full moon, there had been nothing. Nosferatu figured that whomever had planned it, meant for her not to survive. That they must have believed Reuben would have slaughtered her, devouring her. Looking back on it, the fact that the full moon activated the ritual ended up saving her life. She shivered again at the thought.
Reuben made a sound that was somewhere between a grunt and a growl, as he moved closer, his right hand by her ear, his thigh hitting hers.
"What the hell are you doing?" she had to bite back fear suddenly.
"You said you were cold. And I'd personally like to get some sleep, but your damned teeth are actually chattering and it's really annoying with the super hearing." Reuben had rolled half way on top of her, his hair falling across her face. "It's either this, or I wolf out then you can get some real heat." he smirked, his eyes turned up to look at her under his lashes. The dream came flooding back to our heroine, bringing a blush to her pale skin. "Go to sleep. We've got a lot of ground to cover once the sun comes up."
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Talk about a big bad wolf)
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