Chapter 11
Gannon POV
Her tiny wolf tried to keep up, but she easily lost track of me, so I decided to double back,ing up
from behind her. Abbie‘s wolf was sniffing the ground, trying to pick up my scent She was by the river‘s
edge, and her head swiveled from side to side, looking amongst the trees as she tried to locate where i
went. However, doubling back and the added breeze were confusing her as she followed her nose
before giving up and dropping her rump to the ground as she sat staring at the river.
Still, I didn‘t step out of my hiding spot. Instead, I watched her like some damn creep for a while cu
riosity goi the better of me, and I wanted to see if she would try to escape being this close to the border
! don‘t know why I wanted to see if she was tempted to; maybe because my fascination with the girl
was quickly turning into an obsession
After a while, I watched as she wandered closer to the water‘s edge, dipping her head, trying to drink
from it. It was pretty shallow there, so I wasn‘t sure why she wouldn‘t just wade on in. Maybe she didn‘t
want to get wet?
Yet as she attempted to close her front, her paws slipped slightly, and Abbie reared back, scooting fur
ther away from the bank. Her heart rate was easily discernible as it thumped erratically against her
chest. She nervously nced around as if she was trying to figure her way back before she huffed and
yawned andying down. Stepping out from the treeline and the tree I was watching her from. Her ears
perked on top of her head. She instantly got to her feet. Spotting me, she rushed over and zipped
between my legs, rubbing herself on my legs.
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Shewolves were amazing in their wolf form, unrestricted for the most part. They had no control, and
that was when they were predominantly closest to my species, baser instinct kicking in, just not as
strong as a Lycans urges. Leaning down, I brush my fingers through her soft thick fur, my ws
bumping over the ridges of her spine. She was skinny, too skinny for a wolf. I briefly wondered how
many times she had shift ed because her wolf side should have the bulk of hard muscle, yet even
through her fur, I could feel nothing but skin and bone.
My touch, however, seems to make her snap back to herself, and she drops to the ground as if
manded, her rational part of her brain retaking control of her actions. A whimper escapes her as if she
thought she shouldn‘t have behaved in such a way.
The she–wolves I knew are always submissive to those of stronger potency, so it was not surprising
she thought she would be in trouble for her actions. She reminded me of Ivy in this sense. Both girls
were unusually submissive, as if over the years, any sense of themselves was slowly beaten out of
them until they were nothing butpliant to others‘ whims, so I wasn‘t surprised that Abbie would
fight her own in stincts even in this form. Crouching beside her, she instinctively turnednguidly,
flopping on her side and showing me her belly.
I chuckle, knowing Abbie must be internally cringing at her wolf side‘s actions. Yet if Abbie was any
thing like Ivy, she wouldn‘t understand her own instincts or Werewolf and Lycan heritage for that matter.
It was one thing that infuriated me to no end about Kyson. The man was set in his ways and expected
the girl to instantly be aware of her urges and to act on them. Damian and I kept telling him to be
patient with Ivy. yet patience was never his strong suit.
Abbie whines as I rub her belly and chest before I scoop her up, making her yelp loudly. My heart
lurched in my chest, thinking I hurt her as I dragged her into myp.
“Did I hurt you?” | asked worriedly. That wasn‘t my intention, but sometimes I forget my strength. Yet
she shakes her wolfy head from side to side and I know I startled her as I sat her in myp, crossing
my legs beneath her. She rests her head on my knee, but she pants as if thirsty after a few moments. I
looked at the river, wishing she could answer me back when I spoke.
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