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I should have known I was being watched by more than just the hunter. Though why he wouldn't have just gone after the WereHorse and alpha is beyond me. Why pick on the fox when there's such a prize nearby? Maybe there's something Frost isn't telling me. But then, he's never been an open book anyway. When he walks around the corner, I manage to hold my ground. I am no longer the shy self conscious fox he thought he knew. What I've done while I was away; well, it changed me. I may be self conscious around certain people, like Alexander, but Frost has always intimidated me for other reasons. I had to fight to survive while I was gone and I learned how to use my fear as a weapon instead of a weakness. I know that's what Frost was trying to teach me all along. He must feel so accomplished right now. He steps around the hunter, his words sending a tingle up my naked spine as my eyes narrow just a little. My lips twitch, wondering what he'll take from this encounter. As he closes the distance between us, I shift my weight, feeling my shield pull up around me unseen because I know enough of him that he never turns up a chance to use his gift of cold when he's close to someone. Nevertheless, the kiss on the cheek still takes me by surprise, enough to let the shield drop just a little and I feel the cold chill down my back, goose bumps popping up on my arms and legs before I can help it. My brows furrow in distaste, lips tightening at his words. "Always having to put someone down. You haven't changed a bit." I tilt my head, slowly reaching for my clothes as he looks at the hunter. As his gaze finds me once more, I slowly slide on my undergarments. I can't help but roll my eyes with a scoff. "And disrupt your precious sleep? Who knows what I'd find now a days. I hear you've got quite the harem." I raise a brow in admonishment. Oh yes, I've heard rumors on my return of him having not one but two foxes now in his pack. And of course, both females. Are they seriously charmed by him or does something else about him appeal to them? His question makes air hiss through my teeth and I turn away to slip on my shirt and pants, just so he doesn't see the pain cross my features. Once I've composed myself, I turn back to face him, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Genuine curiosity or just a need for some kind of amusement? Has life gotten too dull for your liking? No more wolves or panthers to maim or have they finally gotten wise to your games?" |