The Beast And The Blessed

Three: Damien

Damien's P.O.V.

She had been wandering my woods for a week. A week of me following her like a lost cub, trying to figure out what her intentions were, before she finally snuck up on me.

I had been stalking her each day as she moved so effortlessly through the trees, watching with fascination as she examined every abnormality. Disruptions in the dirt, broken branches, and torn leaves.

Occasionally, I would leave a trail just to steer her in a different direction and get her away from my cabin.

She had been getting closer to finding it each day. She had never given up or taken a break beyond stopping to relieve herself or munch on food. I gave her privacy but never let her wander too far away. The last thing I wanted was for her to actually find me or where I lived.

The second the sun was up, she was sneaking through the woods.

When it set, she would go back to the river to stare at the spot I had been in when I first spotted her.

Eventually, she would turn in for the night, and there was always an uncomfortable feeling that would settle in my gut, knowing she was going back to sleep in a camp of men.

It was unreasonable and unwarranted, but I wanted to cross the river and drag her back to my side of the water like a caveman, but I shook that thought away quickly.

It had been a while since a female had crossed my land, and I had given her my attention. Even then, it had only ever been for one night. Once it was over, they went on their way.

I didn't see it necessary to seek them out, and it had been a while. Still, seeing her, even covered in some disgusting slime, sparked an interest in me that I couldn't shake.

It took everything in me to walk away that first day and not cross the river to enjoy what she was offering as she held her arms out and invited me to join her. Her emerald green eyes pierced my soul so deeply that I initially thought she was a witch.

Someone as hypnotizing as she had to be casting an enchantment. But no. She was just that breathtaking.

I hadn't been expecting an uneventful day today. I had assumed it would be the same as every day before of her wandering the woods, searching for me. But she was one step ahead and switched the roles in our game of cat and mouse.

When she stepped into view, I had been in my fur, hunched over my lunch. Her bright green eyes were wide, so innocent and happy. It was the kind of happiness that belonged there, that should be there forever.

We held gazes as I ripped another chunk of meat from the deer and chewed it slowly. If anything, her happiness turned to amusement as I growled at her.

It was pointless and sounded pathetic. My hackles weren't even up, and I felt no aggression toward her. It was simply a warning, one I hoped she took to heart because I wasn't sure I could fight her if she attacked me. There was a protective need in me, telling me to keep her safe. Fighting her would go against that, and just the idea of it made me feel sick.

Instead, the green-eyed hunter simply sat down at the base of a tree and watched me. It was invigorating, but the long sword strapped to her back reminded me not to underestimate her. Any woman willing to run after a bear in their underwear and then hunt them for a week had a motive.

her

get laid. The next bear that came through my woods would do the trick if she were interested. But the Lycan hunting me could also do the trick,

over the

held herself with such confidence and elegance that

to speak, but each time I narrowed my eyes, went

would give her that. But so

having seen several men in the area

my attention, so her hunting party can

that everyone would surely hear within a mile. That had to be it. I had never had

as she dropped her hands to the ground as if to push herself up. The action was confusing and made me growl. She was foolish. She

before she could get to her feet, but she might have been able

finally showing

move away from her. Her voice was like warm honey, so soothing

eyes, the addictive sound of her voice, and the pull I felt to her... she had to be using magic.

bad enough

my guard down, which wasn't a mistake

the trees as quickly as

I had thought because not once did I hear her

for her to appear as she had

wanted to skin me alive, the risk might be worth seeing her smile

front of my cabin. I spent all of twenty minutes with that woman, and I was

It was ridiculous.

started to set,

that I knew she was there when I walked up to clean my hands. She wasn't exactly silent and put

have walked away, but something wouldn't

back then, I wanted her

to get a closer look

one look at

was stomping back through the forest, furious with myself for needing to see that she made it back to her camp okay. She had never had

the river and barged right to my spot, the same spot I

pain made me slow, and I ducked

before I shook my head and opened them back up to the rapidly

coldly, and as the sound of metal sliding into the leather sheath reached me,