The Forbidden Mark

Through His Eyes

Man... old people s*x is f*cken gross.

Ugh.

Trying my best to not vomit up the little bit I ate earlier, instinctively my feet led me down the path to a nearby old growth forest a few blocks east. It was delightfully cooler under the shade of the tree canopy, with the sounds of songbirds weaving into the jingling of leaves. Calmness leisurely made its way to my core as I strolled down to one of my favorite little hidey-holes specifically designated for much needed solitary times.

I breathed a sigh of relief as one very particular, very massive ancient Oak stood tall in a small clearing just off the beaten path. I always loved coming here when s**t in my life goes down. The way this thing always stands so stoic to the changing of time; life and death, the seasons cycles, generations and generations of strife and bliss. If this tree could survive it all, than perhaps so could I.

Sliding my back down the trunk I sat and muddled over the last few days and everything it could all mean. Well, not just the last couple days really, but especially including last week with that look from Jack before I went home. Those eyes really shook me. Like they knew I was gonna change before my own body could tell me. Maybe his wolf knew.

Speaking of wolves.

Mine had yet to surface, which was a bit of a bummer. Sitting there all clutched together and focusing my inner thoughts to feel something alien inside me, made me feel like an utter moron as I was grunting away from the strain of it all. Thank freakin God I was alone.

Although come to mention it, I did feel an odd presence. Though oddly enough it was a bit of a distance away instead of sqatting inside my weird self. Hmm.

"-Uh, hi again..." Whispered a soft masculine voice from the shadows.

oh s**t, I know that voice! F*ck I'm screwed...

Those beautiful green eyes peered out of the shadows, framed by a set of delicious sensual lips that were tilted upwards evidently just for me. As purely embarrassed as I was, I couldn't help but return the smile.

"May I join you?"

I blinked in surprised, nodding as I made a bit of room for him to squirm in next to me.

That sweet scent of chocolate and coffee drifted to my senses, catching me off guard yet again. Steadying myself, I hardened my urge to swim in the deliciousness that was Jack, to not succum to those desires no matter the temptation. I didn't even know him, nor he me, and I am no hoe to screw any sexy man that glances my way... at least I hoped not anyways.

Minutes went by in a comfortable silence. Each Entertaining their own thoughts, warmed by the thought of companionable silence.

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Jack

It all traced back to the end of school on Friday, when all this craziness escalated. Bull-shitting around by the big yellow dildos like we always do, my pack and myself f*cked around figuring out who was up for the party this weekend. A movement caught my wolf's attention, instantly making me hyperfocused on that little freshman from Health class. The one that was called out of class- what was her name.

Ann.

Right, Ann Burns.

Cute little thing, petite but with some yum yum curves just where you like em. Not to mention a resting emo-face that would curl up any dudes balls. So cute, but not that cute.

Which is odd why my wolf was so into that girl, when I so clearly was not. Again odd, because our taste in kitty is usually exactly the same type of girl if you get me. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, even after she face planted in front of the b*tch pack. Hell was she ever stolid after that; Ninja training or something equally as cool. Impressive.

I could hear my wolf's disembodied rants playing in the background of my mind as I partied hardie, filling my weekend with drinks, swimming, screwing and fighting. Ol' wolfie was screaming his unacceptance at being balls deep in the wrong girl, Ann's face flashing in my mind mid-thrust. Good God the only way I got out of that one was imagining thr beautiful buxom Jessica was the little sweet assed Ann as I pounded her into next week. Never came so hard in my life.

Monday rolled around and she wasn't in Health class. Maybe that fall had bruised her ego a bit more than it looked.

Tuesday arrived and again she wasn't there. Worry began to cloud my mind as I reeled through all the possible scenarios that would allow a quiet straight A student to miss this much class. It had me sweating bullets. Finally I broke down and discretely asked the health teacher if miss Ann was indeed alright. I was directed to the councelor that dealt with all things remotely personal.

After waiting through my entire 4th period break, thanks a lot Ms. Fizzle... C*nt. She glanced at me, threw a heaping pile of books and sheets in my unsuspecting arms, told me Ann had been sick and to bring those to her address before she holed herself back into her office to ignore more students.

F*cken teachers.

Grabbed my s**t, went to her house and was gonna leave the school crap with her folks, except she had answered the door.

I froze. I didn't know what the hell I was expecting when I'd see her next but this wasn't it. Her brown hair curled down her back almost to her butt and the deep brown eyes that normally were hidden by large chunky frames glowed. That glower that was always there was replaced by a deliciously surprised expression I would simply kill to see again.

I made myself speak, I know I did. Hopefully I made a semblance of sense. The smell of her made her so damn edible I wanted to nibble on every orifice, lick at every point. Engulf her being and suck on her until she screams. At some point our lips touched and I'm lost to the world. In my head I've claimed this creature as mine and no one will take her from me. God, her rubbing against me makes me wanna explode then and there. s**t I wanna take her but that same voice that has claimed her, tells me I can't.

"Ann...?"

And with that one word I've realized what I've done. She's 15. Not even marked yet, without a wolf. Why the hell am I acting like I wanna f*ck my mate? Shame washes over me as I flee from my idiosy. Bloody Hell a freakin virgin freshman...

My feet take me to the woods, the safest place to be when I want to be alone. My wolf can be free there, and sometimes so can I. The perfect solitary tree comes into view for my moment of brooding. Sometimes it's nice to be alone.

Moments stretched on to infinity and finally my wolf relaxed. With my eyes closed, the rest of my senses picked up more than the usual. The rustle of mice, the jangle of leaves, the scents of animals come and gone hours ago. The movement of something close stirred my thoughts as it rounded on the other side of my tree. Odd, animalistic sounds of some creature trying to poop or something came through right before the smell of lemon thyme and sage made it to my nose.

No way.