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His skin was too tight over his body, his own wolf prowling inside him like a predator.

"Alpha King!" A familiar female voice said behind him.

Wolfariane turned to see Flaora, a beautiful brunette in her late twenties, with a smile that lit up her whole face, her amber-eyes glistening. "Good evening, Alpha King." She bowed to him.

"How are you today, Flaora?" He walked closer and touched her cheek. She is the only person he can closely call a 'friend' in the pack.

"I am fine. I haven't heard from you in a while, I was so worried. But, I heard you went to the non-changeling world. I miss the non-changeling world." She paused, "You wish to come home with me and tell me all about it?

"Not today, Flaora, I need to hunt." He began walking again, she joined him, "Someone took something that belongs to me."

"Oh." She nodded in understanding, "Can I lead you to the wild forest?"

Wolfariane knows Flaora has harbored love for him in her heart for a long time, she likes being with him whenever she can.

That love is the reason he stopped going to her for sexuall intimacy, knowing fully well that it's unfair to her because he doesn't feel the same way for her.

He doubts that he can ever love any female that way. In fact, he knows for sure that he is incapable of loving anybody in that way.

"Alright, you can walk with me." He agreed, because she's pack. Family.

A smile split her lips, she placed her hand to his muscled forearm and held on as they walked. "Thank you, Alpha King."

As they walked, she cleared her throat, "When will you be back?"

"When my hunt is successful."

"I really hope it wouldn't take long." Smiling at the blue sky, she added, "Come to my place when you return? Please?"

They reached the wild forest, he turned and faced her. "Hang in there, Flaora. You are a very beautiful woman. One day, you will meet with your mate, until then, hang in there."

Her features softened. "I live and breathe for that day, Alpha King. But, until he comes along, I am willing to be there to ease you always. Granted, I have never been able to satisfy that insatiable hunger of your wolf, but I know that I do my best."

"You do," he agreed, "But we meet only when necessary, Flaora. I will not take advantage of what you think you feel for me." Unbiddenly, his mind went to a certain sassy woman with the smile of an angel and the body of a goddess.

No, he need not think of her. Their paths will not cross again.

His mission this time around is simple.

Punish the man who dared to steal his ring. And, get his ring back.

Just thinking of his ring filled him with rage. "Step back," He commanded.

Flaora stepped back.

Wolfariane shifted forms. A huge white werewolf of over seven feet tall, stood where man occupied few seconds ago. The wolf raised his head to the sky and howled loudly.

Flaora knelt before the huge wolf and bowed her head in greeting. "Safe hunt, Alpha King."

Head inclined in acknowledgement to the greeting, his ears peeks too.

Then, he turned and took off in a dead run.

CHAPTER 10. PREY AND HER PREDÁTOR.

Ismena will like to say that she's having a nice evening, but she doesn't want to lie to herself—why bother lying to herself when she will die soon anyway?

Her evening sucks balls, and it's not as if she isn't trying to have fun. In fact, she's doing her very best.