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"They are Changelings who have lost their sanity for a reason or another and take to the wild. Our mortal forms tame us, Ismena." He rounded another part of the forest, his arms behind his back as he continued, "Without our mortal form to keep contained, we will become worst than wild animals. Wild Ones have lost their mortal forms, they only ride on basic instincts."

"Basic instincts?" She asked, enthralled.

"To kill, to fuck, and to hunt. Mostly, to kill." He paused, "Fortunately, they mate with each other during the full moon, so we do not have to worry about mass brutal forced intercourse with our women. But they kill and hunt us. Wild Ones are the most dangerous because their mind is gone. We kill them on sight."

There was no change in his demure or his voice, but Ismena felt his pain in that last statement. She has no idea why, but she suddenly had the fierce urge to offer comfort. "I'm sorry." She whispered, sincerely.

"We have to kill them before they kill more children." Naked pain filled his eyes for one second. He blinked it away. "So, you should make sure to be cautious. Do not wander off on your own."

"Thank you for saving me again." A smile touched her lips, "You are truly my knight in frowning amour."

His brows knitted the more, "What is that?" His confusion was apparent.

"Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it." She waved him away. "God, I thought my heart stopped when I saw that cougar. I was almost sure I died." She shivered at the memory. Then, she winced.

He stopped at the pained sound and looked at her, "What is the matter?"

She lowered her eyes down, at the same time pulling up the dress until she revealed bloodied skinned knees. "I fell." She muttered.

The wolf snarled. The man glowered the more, "You need to put herbs and bandages on that."

"Herbs? Is that what you call drugs here?" She asked curiously, letting go of the hem of her dress to flow down her body again, covering up the bruises.

He continued walking, and she hurried into steps with him again. "No. They are different from drugs. Herbs work so much better and faster on us than any drug. It will work for you too."

"Oh, don't bother about it. It's just skinned knees," she'd had worse, "I want to see the land more than I want to treat such little wound. Please, take me around town? Please?" She pleaded.

"I have a lot to do with my time, female. That is not possible." The woman is messing with his head too much, he needed to put more distance between them. Every single time he spends with her strengthens the mating pull between them, which is not something he wants.

"Pleeeease?" Ismena doesn't want to go back to an empty house. Also, she doesn't want this time with him to end yet. Just a few minutes in his presence gives her the feeling that she has never felt more alive.

"No." He gritted out through clenched teeth.

"Pleeeease?" She raised her hands and rubbed her fingers together, to emphasize her pleas.

"No."

"Pleeeeeeease?" Shewhined again

"No."

"Pleeeease?"

"I said no." He stated firmly.

Several minutes later, a very-frowning, huge man who radiated power and elegance was seen taking a very-happy, beautiful, small woman around town...

CHAPTER 21. THEIR 'NEED' FOR EACH OTHER.

Ismena cleared her throat to get his attention.

He paid her none, walking beside her with his hands behind his back, and that giant scowl on his face.

She'd pleaded and pleaded and pleaded for this walk until her lips almost went numb before he grunted his agreement to take her just for her to stop 'pestering him'.

But, damn if he isn't practically wearing his displeasure for his decision on his face.

"At l-least, can you frown a bit...less?" She muttered hopefully.

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