Emma's Pov

　　Huge blue eyes are revealed to me as the man awakens. My heart races once again as our eyes meet. There's confusion in the man's eyes; he blinks his enormous blue eyes as if trying to find focus.

　　Trying to keep a safe distance, I lift the now awake man's head from my lap and quickly stand up.

　　"Ouch!" the man says as I place his head back on the ground, "Damn, that was brutal!" he complains for a moment, and his eyes follow my movement, a smile forming on his lips in my direction. "Your lap was much more comfortable, princess," his voice sings the compliment humorously, making me chuckle.

　　The man then looks at his own naked body, and I avert my gaze, turning my body to face away from him. "I found you like this before," I inform over my shoulder, "you were all messed up, and I just..."

　　"I hope you at least took a look at my dick, just to make sure it wasn't torn to shreds, you know?" he comments with a playful tone. I fall silent, unsure how to respond. I hear him getting up behind me, my curiosity to see him standing outweighs my embarrassment.

　　"Wow, damn!" I let slip from my lips when I notice the beauty of the now fully healed man, "Damn, sorry!" I quickly declare embarrassed, lowering my eyes.

　　The muscles of the stranger are very defined; the six-pack abs are so well defined that I could scratch them with my human nails and end up breaking my nails. The broad shoulders have a highlighted upper trapezius, along with arm muscles. My jacket is now tied around the man's defined waist, hiding any fruit of desire for my interest.

　　A laugh bursts from the man's lips at my reaction. I turn my gaze to him; he's much taller than me. I would have to look way up if I were to get closer to him. The distance we're at now allows me to keep my eyes on the horizon line, which fits perfectly with his bare chest.

　　"I'll take that reaction as a hell of a compliment coming from you, princess," the man declares with humor. "After all, it takes a goddess of beauty to declare such a genuine reaction."

　　I feel my cheeks burning at his compliment. "Are you okay?" I ask, changing the direction of the conversation. The guy spins around with his arms wide open; his butt is exposed since my jacket isn't that big. I hold back the laughter that wants to escape my lips at his reaction.

　　"Good as new apparently. The way I came into the world, naked and in the presence of a beautiful woman. Thank you very much, princess," the man declares. I bite my lip at the comparison, controlling myself from saying anything improper.

　　"Great, I need to go now. But I'm glad you're okay," I reply, taking a few steps back toward what I think is Night Howlers Pack.

　　The man starts to untie my jacket from his waist, "Want your jacket back?" the question comes out in a teasing tone, a mischievous smile playing on the man's lips, and I shake my head.

　　"No, you can keep it. You clearly need it more than I do; walking around naked is... well, dangerous."

　　He nods, "You're absolutely right, princess. I need to protect my jewels," he jokes, and I let out a laugh at the joke. "Hope to see you again, princess."

　　"Hopefully, next time you'll be dressed," I declare before continuing to walk away.

　　"And where's the fun in that?" he shouts after me, making me laugh again.

　　After walking away from the unknown man, I take out my compass and begin to make my way back to Night Howlers Pack. My mind keeps the image of the unknown man vivid for a few minutes.

　　When I'm near Night Howlers Pack territory, I smell someone familiar, very familiar indeed.

　　"Michael..." the word escapes my lips in fear. I run towards Night Howlers Pack, dodging long branches and sharp rocks on the ground until I reach the front of Night Howlers Pack's territory.

　　Shit! Michael is with other Moonshadow pack members in front of Mattew's pack territory. My heart, already racing from the run, skips a beat as I notice the tension between the two packs.

　　As soon as I emerge from the bushes, Mattew's and Michael's eyes fly in my direction. Once again, I freeze for a few seconds, trying to process the situation in front of me.

　　"Emma," James, my brother, says my name firmly. I spot his face among the men Mattew brought. I raise an eyebrow in his direction, not understanding what they were doing there.

　　"Why are you here?" I ask apprehensively.

　　Michael takes a few steps towards me, and Mattew does the same. I'm undecided about what to do, so I take a few steps back. Alpha Mattew glares at Michael, anger and tension evident between the two.

　　"We came to get you," Michael responds firmly. "But this idiot here doesn't want to let you go."

　　Mattew becomes even tenser upon hearing Michael's words. "You're invading my territory and think I'll let this pass quietly?" Mattew responds with a long growl following.

　　"Emma is my mate and fiancée; I have a right to her. The right to take her away from here, so the invasion is justified," Michael argues back.

　　Mattew lets out a scornful laugh at that, "Fiancée?" Mattew questions mockingly, "I don't see any ring on Emma's finger. Besides, I already informed you... Emma is my mate, not yours anymore. So, I suggest you tuck your tail between your legs and get the hell out of my territory!" Mattew orders, his voice raising two tones, his wolf's red eyes sparking with the command.

　　Michael's men are surprised by Mattew's declaration. Apparently, the lie that I am now his mate hadn't reached my Moonshadow pack, evident in my brother's expression of anger and incredulity. I take a few steps towards Mattew; this causes Michael's eyes to ignite with anger and disdain.

　　"She's a fucking murderer," Michael spits the words in my direction, and I shrink back at the sudden attack, "killed my sister. She's mine by right!"

　　Mattew's claws emerge, along with his lupine canines; even his ears become more pointed and furry. The eyes that once rested green now gain the bright red hue of a werewolf. The tension increases around us; all the warriors from both packs position themselves for an imminent attack.

　　"Call her that one more time and feel your teeth ripped out of your mouth a second later," Mattew growls the words with hatred in his voice.

　　Michael opens a wicked smile, his white sharp teeth ready to provoke Mattew, "She's a bitc..."

　　There was no completion of the sentence; Mattew lunged with a punch at Michael. A scream escapes my lips.