Chapter 16: His angry wolf

Scares of him? Yes, but going back to my father, it's a big no, for me, so I will rather face his fire than face the heat that my dad will give me, which will burn even more than Stefan's fire.

"No, I am not." I murmured, and he moved closer, my heartbeat fast, I thought he was going to claim my lips but he pressed his lips on my forehead. Although he is sure, that am lying because his presence makes me want to cower.

It's in my nature, to have a glass of milk in the early hours of the morning, when I wake up, I try to move but my movement is restricted by a strong arm circling my waist and his head on my shoulder, causing me to smell him, they say wolf have a scent particular to each one, I try to perceive it, if I could smell his wolf, stupid of me, how can I, when I am not a wolf. Truthfully, his human smell is nice like some fine perfume offered to appease the goddess of the moon.

His smell filled my nose, I wish I could sniff him all day, his hand was withdrawn suddenly from my