Hunted At Nightfall by Tianna Arwood (books to read in a lifetime .TXT) 📕

 The girl ignored me and went to get the peroxide anyways. I wish I could say I didnt want her help, but I really did. I want her hands on me, my wolf thought. No I cant afford to think like that, shes been through too much already. She has a broken wrist for fucks sake! Which reminds me, she is obviously human, so how does she barely feel pain? She is also healing rapidly. Maybe its because she is my fated mate, I've heard stories of--.

The girl came back, interupting my thoughts.

 "Ok, I found it," she said holding up the bottle. She came around the coffee table and sat next to me. I got a strong wiff of her intoxicating sent and accidently let out a soft moan. She stopped what she was doing and gave me an appologetic look.

 "Does it hurt that bad? I'm so sorry! Its all my fault, if I hadn't been so stubborn, none of this would have happened." I was confused until I realized she mistaked it as a moan of pain. If only she new, my wolf growled.

"No no, it just stings a bit. If it makes you uncomfortable you really dont have to help. I can do it," I told her with a small smile.

"I dont have a problem with it, I just feel bad because you got bit helping me," she said and poured some peroxide on a wash cloth. "Lift your shirt up." I did as told and lifted it. She looked up at me and winked, "This is gonna hurt."

With that wink, I felt a pull in my groin. "Have mercy girl," I quietly growled.

  "What," she asked.

"Nothing, go ahead. I can handle a little pain," I mumbled.

She leaned forward and gently pressed the cloth to my hip, just above the waist band of my black jeans. As soon as the peroxide touched my skin it began to burn. The girl looked up at me and asked, "Not too bad, right?"

I chuckled, "No, not too bad."

She looked back down at my hip and got to work. She pulled the waist of my jeans down a little bit to get the part of the bite that was covered. If she went any further down, I could not be held responsible for my wolf's actions. Still holding my shirt up, I tightly squeezed them hem of it to keep my hands from shooting out and grabbing her. I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else than her hands on me.

My eyes shot open when she stopped touching me. At first I was upset, then I had to remind myself that it was a good thing.

"Take your shirt off all the way. I need to see if there is any other wounds to be cleaned," she said. Her bossy little tone made my wolf happy. I complied and took it off, trying to hide my smile at the way she took control of the situation. When my shirt was off I looked down at what she made of my hip. I hadn't even realized that she had bandaged it.

"You're good at this, do you often bandage wounded men," I asked jokingly.

"Haha no, this is a first. My foster mom is a nurse and I picked up a few things when I went to work with her when I was little."

"Foster mom?"

"Oh yeah, my real mom died when I was a baby. Never met my dad."

"I'm sorry," I said hating that my mate is sad.

"Thanks," she looked over me searching for more wounds. Starting with my chest, her eyes slid down my body, leaving a burning trail on my skin. She leaned forward looking at the claw marks on my rib cage on the opposite side of the bite. 

Her brow furrowed.

"Whats wrong," I asked her.

She looked at me again,"You took up a hell of a beating for a stranger.That made me let out a loud laugh.

"Im sure anybody would have helped. I was just the closest person."

Instead of answering, she leaned forward and brushed her fingertips under the marks on my ribs. I shivered and closed my eyes tight.

"Sorry," she said, but didnt pull away. She continued cleaning the claw marks, without realizing she never stopped rubbing my side with her fingertips. That little touch had my wolf bouncing off the walls.

This girl is gonna be the death of me, I thought.

 When I finished cleaning up his two wounds, I looked up at him. He had his head resting against the back of the couch and his eyes closed. Asuming he was asleep, I took that time to study his face. He had dark eyelashes that brushed his high cheek bones. Moving my gaze down, I took in his straight nose, and finally his firm lips. They looked so soft and I couldnt help but think, I want to kiss those lips. But that can't happen. I moved my gaze on and looked at his strong jaw that had a five o'clock shadow forming. My eyes moved back up to his and I noticed him staring at me. My face blushed crimson and I cleared my throat.

"I--um-I thought you were asleep," I said quietly.

"No, but I do need to rest. And so do you," he said with finality. "You can stay here for the night."

"I cant, I dont even know you. You could be some serial killer for all I know."

"Do you think that if I intended to hurt you I would have fought off the wolves," he asked with a chuckle.

I considered it for a monent before deciding. He did risk his life to save a stranger, and he made sure I wasnt too badly hurt. Also he has a point, if he wanted to cause me harm, woukdnt he have done it already? I gave him a small nod, causing him to relax a little. 

"Ok, you can sleep in my bed. I got the couch. And if it makes you more comfortable, you can lock the door to the room."

"Wait, no. I cant take your bed too. You've already done so much for me. Let me sleep on the couch."

"Dont worry about, it's actually a really comfortable couch. Besides, I saved you because it was the right thing to do. Now let me do something nice for you." I could tell by the look in his eyes that I wasn't going to win this and reluctantly nodded to him. 

He gave me a satisfied smile and got up,"You can take a shower and Ill make you a sandwich and then you can go to bed."

I looked down at my cloths, they were filthy, especially my knee lenght boots. Well thats an end to those, I thought. He led me to a bathroom and handed me a towell.

"Wait here," he said and left quickly. A few moments later he came back holding a black t-shirt. "I have a feeling you wont want to be putting those back on," he said giving me a once over. I smiled sheepishly and took the shirt offered. He shut the door and I waited until I heard his retreating footsteps before I stripped out of my grimy cloths. I turned the water on and stood naked in front of the mirror while the room filled with steam. My face was dirty so it made my violet eyes pop, I know right, who has purple eyes? I'm often asked if i wear contacts, but nope, I'm just naturally a weirdo. My white hair was now a baige color with a few leaves and twigs in it. I looked like a wreck, and can only imagine what the man thought..not that I care what he thinks.

I got in the shower and stood under the water letting it pound the knots out of my sore muscles. I looked down and watched as the brown water fled down the drain. I grabbed his bottle of shampoo and sniffed it. It smelt so good, I poured it into my hand and lathered my hair with it. After rinsing I got out and towelled off and put his shirt on. I didnt put my bra or underwear back on becauase the rain soaked through to them. Maybe I could skip out on the sandwich and hurry to the bedroom so he wouldnt notice I wasn't wearing a bra.

I cracked the door and looked out, he wasn't there so I tried to cross the hall to the bedroom.

"Don't you want something to eat," I heard a deep voice ask. I slowly turned around and saw the man standing there holding two plates. He studied me for a moment, his eyes sliding from my head to bare feet,"Much better."

I found myself blushing again and took a step forward, I should eat anyway, I guess I'll just have to try to make it as less awkward as possible. "Yeah I guess I could eat." He stared at me a moment longer before motioning me to follow him to the couch.

"I hope you like turkey," he said handing me a plate.

"Turkey's fine, thank you." I took a bite of it and it was so good I let out a moan as I ate it. I looked up and the man was staring at me with unwavering blue eyes. "I guess Im hungrier than I thought," I said giving a shy smile.The stranger cleared his throat and quickly looked away. "So whats your name?"

He swallowed his bite before answering,"Aiden."

I smiled and held my hand out for him,"Nice to meet you Aiden, I'm Violet."

 He smiled back and took my hand."Violet," he wispered to himself. "I like it. Do you think they named you that because of your eyes?"

 "Well it could be. Or it could just be some coincidence," I told him before taking another bite of my sandwich. Great, he noticed my creepy purple eyes, maybe I should wear contacts. But I cant exactly cover my hair without dyeing it, which is definitely NOT an option to my foster mom.

 "Did I offend you," he asked.

 "No, why would you think that?"

 "Well the second I mentioned your eyes you seemed upse," he said carefully.

 "It's just that people always think it's weird that my eyes are purple and it embarrasses me."

"I don't think they're weird at all. In fact, I think your eyes are beautiful," he said smiling at me. I felt my cheeks flush yet again, and looked away. What is with this guy and making me blush?  I looked back at him and he seemed to be pleased that he made me blush. 

"So," he said and began picking up our plates. I followed him, and when we got to the kitchen, he put them in the sink and turned to me. "Why were you in the woods exactly?"

"Oh, um it's kind of stupid. I was at this party and everyone was drinking