Nightsword

Episode8

8.

Raul's POV.

"Cat got your tongue now?" I asked with a playful smile that didn't capture the essence of what I was feeling.

I was more than angry that this woman was able to elicit some weird emotions going on inside of me which I couldn't even begin to understand.

It was strange that I would feel so safe around a stranger when I had many reasons not to.

I could feel my wolf howling at the back of my head with various reasons yet coming to no conclusion.

She was fierce. I could see that in her, even though she was trying to hide by bunching her shoulders and assuming a fetal position.

"I'm sorry for budging in I will just leave now." She refused to look at me.

Her eyes were the warmest that I had ever seen. It had a way of piercing through my impermeable front, giving me an assurance that she was quite different from the rest even though I didn't even know what I was talking about.

It had become one of those things that I got used to, especially from women's admiration

"Stop where you are and tell me who sent you. You were on a mission and now it didn't work out."

Don't blame me for being rude but that was the only way I could push whatever I was feeling away to the back of my mind.

The connection between us was stronger than I had ever felt with anyone else in my entire life, and that made it even more interesting than it should be.

None of the people who had come in contact with me had survived, especially after questioning me, but this woman had to be a special breed, which I appreciated.

"Stiffness in your spine is probably due to not being oiled down there. Isn't it?"

Her eyes snapped up in defiance as she watched me, holding her breath not to go all out on me, which was amazing to watch.

I was tired of watching people who only deferred whenever I spoke because it ruined the beauty of things.

I wanted someone who could call me out when they felt like I wasn't doing the right thing and she seemed like a perfect example.

Yet that wasn't even the major reason I was taking the risk of walking towards wherever I wanted to be.

There were many things that I would have loved to talk about, but I decided to wave them aside and just focus on myself so that I didn't get lost in the sea of discussions.

I would have also wanted more privacy but I knew that I couldn't be picky now about my choices.

There was something strange about the way she looked at me. She wasn't like every other woman who would flame themselves at a man. It was almost as though she hated our existence because her eyes glazed over my form, moving away from where I was and then focusing on something else entirely.

My wolf itched inside of me to come out and demand that she face him,

He wasn't one for any form of disrespect, but he was letting her slide, and that showed me that there was something more to this.

I opened my mouth to speak but she beat me to it. "Can I please stay here for some time before I leave? I honestly do not want to be a bother, but i can't afford to go home because I am on the run. I can assure you that I am not a serial killer or anything of the sort but, I just need to have..."

What was a swift movement but I couldn't even start to comprehend what was going on behind my back.

"You shouldn't be worried about what I think about you if you are not a serial killer like you have claimed but staying here without me knowing why and what you have done to be chased is a far-stretch of my generosity, so pardon me if I do not share the same sentiments with you." I said.

It was a little bit annoying to say the least but I still wanted to hear her side of the story.

This told me everything that I didn't want to admit to myself. I was falling in love with this woman, but I didn't even know who the hell she was.

Her striking features drew me in, leaving a whole lot of questions in my head.

How was I supposed to deal with the magnanimous attraction I felt towards a total stranger?

"You want to stay with me? How am I supposed to believe your story? How do I not know if this is thoroughly concocted to make you look pitiful and then get in?"

I saw the flash of recognition in her eyes but that didn't even look like she wanted to make a good use of the situation.

She looked genuinely frazzled by my appearance and I didn't blame her but at the same time I was very particular about how I wanted to feel.

If she was not giving me what I wanted, then there was no need for me to pursue something that wasn't even there.

There were other things that I was particular about and it was the fact that I needed someone who could stand up for themselves.

As intimidating as my face could have looked, she look like she was having a good time with herself.

"I want to stay here in exchange for helping out around the pack. I'm sure that there are not too many hands who can deliver professionalism in the way you would want it." She bargained.

A reasonable person who wanted to offer services for protection. She didn't have the sleazy look like other she wolves had.

That was my determinant for keeping her ear even if it was against every rules that I had made in the past.

I cast her a glance. "You are welcome to stay here as long as you like."