pressed her face into her hands, sadness coating the desire to hump the closest thing she could find. The moon could go to hell with its power of forcing procreation upon any unsuspecting beast. The world could go to hell for taking her father and mother and leaving her to take care of Karis alone. She was a horrible caregiver, much too concerned with her own happiness and future than anyone else's.
Everyone could go to hell.
"This seat taken?"
The sound of his voice jerked her from her depression. She looked up as goose bumps covered her exposed skin.
Caleb.
"No, but you'll not be welcomed here."
He sat down and smiled, wincing as he did. Dru leaned over and took his face into her hand, pulling him close and inspecting the gash on his cheek. "Good Lord, what happened?"
He reached up and put his hand over hers, turning and pressing his nose into her palm before breathing in deeply. He groaned softly and the sound slammed into her need painfully. She pulled her hand back slowly, not wanting to appear rude, but not entirely sure it was a good idea for her to be anywhere near him, or anyone for that matter.
He appeared to be everything she'd been searching for, but that was something she'd yet to actually test. Her spirit told her of his goodness, and a rightness sat between them that had been evident in the forest earlier that day.
"How did you know we were here?"
"Which question first, Drucilia? My face or my mad tracking skills?" He winked and smiled, wincing again.
She winced too, unable to stop the worry that blossomed within her. She stood and reached for his hand, pulling him up with her.
"We're going to stitch up that gash, and you can explain both."
She held onto his hand. The warm, soft strength in his fingers tugged at her desire to belong to someone, but she beat the unwanted emotion back down and suffocated the guilt caused by being with this stranger in the forest while Seth had met his death.
"It will heal soon. It was just the perfect angle." He pulled back on her hand and she stopped, turning to face him. "I found you because I've been searching for you for a long time, like I told you in the forest this morning. Tracking you now that your scent is on my shirt is easy."
She tilted her head, pulling her hand from his. "You're a shifter."
"Yes," he said softly, his gaze focused firmly on her. "I won't stay long, since I know your Alpha just left. I just needed to see that you made it safely here."
"Safely? How did you know we were in trouble?"
He lifted his hand and moved it to hover just before her, over her heart, his words soft and thick with promise. "Can I?"
She looked down at his hand before taking it and placing it above her breast over her heart, her words clouded with question. "Yes."
He moved another step closer, as his thumb absently rubbed her collarbone. "I told you in the woods this morning that you'd yet to truly mate. I only know that because in my visions you belong to me."
She swallowed hard and simply focused on breathing, her heart aching for there to be truth in his words. To belong to someone that might care for her as a beloved was a dream too precious to taint. She smiled sadly and placed her hand over his, pulling it carefully from her chest before pressing her nose to his palm. She couldn't help but taste his skin, the warm sensations of his flavor and scent rushing along her nerve endings.
Large, sea-blue eyes filled with hunger and compassion stared at her as her eyes closed and she was swept away in sudden visions of his world. He growled softly as she kissed the padded roughness of his hand, each touch bringing his reality into more clarity behind her closed eyelids. The few scenes of his past that resounded within her spoke of painful truth.
"You're the white wolf. A lone Alpha, but how?"
CHAPTER SIX
The night had ended with Caleb’s acknowledgment of the truth Dru had discovered. He was the wolf from the cliff, the one that her sister had hoped would