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He stepped over the roots of the tree, his gaze settled on mine while he smiled as I imagined a deranged serial killer would.
“You’re not talking,” I whispered, feeling thorns begin to tear at my skin as I backed away from him.
“Aren’t I?” he asked, leaping over the rests of the roots and coming face-to-face with me.
The smell of his breath did not help my vomiting situation. “You’re a dog—,”
He launched at me, his teeth snapping inches away from my nose.
Got it. Do not insult the wolf with a dog remark.
“What’s a pretty little girl doing alone in the woods?”
How was he talking without moving his mouth?
I came to a stop when my back hit the base of another huge tree. “I don’t know. I think I’m dreaming.”
The smile on his face turned my body into cement. I didn’t dare make another move. I only stared at his intelligent face, listening to my heartbeat in my ears and praying that I wasn’t killed in this dream by an animated wolf.
When he slunk closer, I closed my eyes, my branch lay lifeless beside my hand, which was a position I assumed was in my near future, and then he stopped.
His breath disappeared.
The heat of his body.
When I braved a glance outward, I stared at the back of the wolf who was frozen in fear.
What was he afraid of?
Then the moonlight broke through the trees and I saw him. He stood yards away, his gaze settled on mine as if a talking wolf didn’t stand between us.
My body warmed as I saw him fully for the first time.
The broadness of his shoulders, and the width of his arms as he pulled a sword from the air melted me into a puddle.
Those dark eyes were eating me alive.
How did someone’s gaze make me feel so undone?
Maybe because it’s a dream. Dream guys have always outdone any real-life man.
Dirty blonde hair, a contrast to my own, fell onto his forehead as he moved in a dance with the wolf whose hair stood on end. His thick thighs were covered in dark-wash jeans that looked covered in everything from the forest.
For the briefest of moments, I prayed that he’d been sent here to save me—in this dream. Or in real life. Please let this be real somehow.
The wolf jumped forward and dared a bite at the giant.
He sliced his sword through the air, hitting the wolf in his shoulder. He howled into the night. Most wolves traveled in packs, so hopefully he didn’t bring any friends to us.
Blood began to run down the wolf’s fur, but he continued his standoff with this man.
The wolf laughed under his breath. “Are you here to save this pathetic little girl?”
The man didn’t speak though I longed to hear his voice.
I imagined it was deep, dark and it matched the aura that surrounded him.
The urge inside of me took over and I sat up to my knees. His gaze shifted toward mine while he wielded the sword. The wolf launched, catching his wrist, but he was quick enough to shove the blade into the same spot on his shoulder again.
