Do sharks complain about Mondays? No.
They’re up early, biting shit, chasing stuff.
Being scary, reminding everyone
that they’re a fucking shark.
-bumper sticker
He was staring.
It was kinda freaking her out.
He was handsome she’d give him that. He was like the desert, stark and beautiful, harsh and unforgiving, with the promise of treasure behind every dune, the allure of water hidden just beneath the surface. His dark hair curled over an ear and hung slightly mussed over his forehead. His lashes, so thick, he looked like he’d just woken up, shadowed liquid brown eyes. They sparkled with mischief and something she couldn’t pin down. He had a long jagged scar that from a little above his left eyebrow to the middle of his cheek. There was a matching one on his forehead.
He let his gaze wander at will, let it slow when it reached her mouth, dip when it reached the valley between her small breasts that were exposed by the dip in her v-neck. Then it rose and locked with hers, and she knew at that moment the true meaning of perfection. He was dressed simply, a sky blue button-down tucked into jeans with dirt at the cuff. He filled out the sleeves of his shirt with arms covered with tough sinew and muscle. Sunny never liked overly buff men, she liked them more like the one in front of her. Lean and strong, but not to the point of excess.
Something sparked in her, something recognized him on a visceral level because she swore she knew him.
“She wore enough perfume to personally drown a small African country.” She answered, her voice deeper than normal. Her asthma was acting up, damned hag’s scent was too much for her lungs to handle. Maybe the tanned man in front of her was affecting her more than he should.
“Are you okay?” Moony asked, shuffling behind her to unzip her backpack. She waved him off, he was reaching for her inhaler. His face poked around to show her his raised brow.
“I’m fine, some deep breaths and it’ll go away.” The new man peaked at her words and came towards her, but stopped short. As if he didn’t feel as if he should be concerned. Her whole body was vibrating at his presence.
“What’s wrong?” Blue Eyes asked, his tone was concerned. She hated it when people found out about her asthma. They looked at her like she was pre-serum Steve Rogers.
Obviously, she was not Chris Evans, Captain America serum, or otherwise.
“Asthma was acting up, it’s better now.” She smiled at them and bent over to lift her duffle bag of clothes over her shoulder. She wasn’t planning on staying in Montana long. There was nothing keeping her here.
“You have asthma?” The strangely attractive, and by attractive she meant accidentally walk out into oncoming traffic because you were too busy looking at his attractiveness to see where you’re going and end up getting smashed by a car, but you really don’t mind because he’s that attractive, man asked. Sunny flashed him one of her famous smiles, but he remained unamused. Well then, fuck you too sir.
All the good looks in the world wouldn’t make up for that poor attitude.
JK. They would. If she had her way, and no morals at all, she’d be on him like green on guacamole.
“Yep, these little bags of air don’t know how to get their shit together and force me to do it. It’s totally not fair.” She chirped, winking at Moony who was scowling at the new man. “Stop looking at me like I’m gonna pass out and die, Blue-Eyes.”
“Sorry, doctor, it’s kinda my job to look at people like they’re going to pass out and die.” He shrugged and brought Hot Hot Man Bun Man’s gaze off her and back to him. She was only slightly miffed.
“Altan, this Sháńdíín Redfeather, but you..”
“Can call me Sunny! Nice to meet you!” She stuck out her hand for him to shake. His liquid fire eyes dripped from her face to her extended hand, he slowly grasped the tips of her fingers and brought them up to his lips, all while staring her down.
“It is a great pleasure to meet you Sháńdíín.” He purred, Spanish accent making her name sound like some sex act straight out of Fifty Shades of Grey. She blushed, but let him hold her hand a tad longer than necessary. “I am Altan Hussan and you two will be staying in my home while our pack’s second, Charles, and his mate, Andi, search for your stalker.”
“Wait, you’ll be housing us?” Moony asked, rotating his body to block his sister’s, the man was holding her hand far longer than was proper. He needed to get away from Sunny, and by away he meant Antarctica far away. “I thought the Marroc was taking care of us?”
“No, Da has a lot on his plate right now and felt like you’d guys would have a better time with Altan,” Samuel said. Sunny shot Moony a look.
“I don’t see why we have to come here, I can take care of myself.” Sunny declared, crossing her arms over her chest until she saw Altan’s gaze follow her movements and stay locked on The Girls. Moony hissed and spun to face her, straightening up just enough so that she would get the message.
“Yes, because you handled yourself so well when he was chasing you down the street in wolf form, while you tried and failed to shift into mountain lion because he drugged you.” Sunny rose to the challenge and stared him down, eyes blazing. If he wanted a fight, he’d get one.
“I didn’t ask for him to try to make me his June Cleaver and lock me in his basement.”
“Maybe if you told me about him sooner instead of knocking on my door at one o’clock in the morning only wearing your underwear, we wouldn’t have to run.” Moony fired back, they were chest to chest and Samuel was afraid they’d start to throw punches.
“Not my fault, I thought he was just a random stalker, I have never met a wolf before him! How was I supposed to know he was Moon Drunk! If you don’t want to be here so much then you shouldn’t have come!” Sunny shouted. Her chest was heaving and she was close to tears. It frightened her, how close she had come to being violated.
It was just a simple party, one thrown by one backup dancer she didn’t know the name of. It was to celebrate the expansion of her scholarship and she was drinking sprite, no alcohol. Never alcohol. All a sudden she woke up with the man who had been following her for weeks unbuttoning her pants.
“You’ve never met a wolf?” Altan asked, starting when two pairs of flaming eyes snapped to him, Sunny’s pupils were cat-like, narrow slits of black surrounded by a glowing yellow.
“No, there are no werewolves on the reservation,” Moony explained. “I only know them from stories and a few rare encounters I’ve had when Azhé'é took me on diplomatic trips with the council. No women allowed.” (azhé'é- father)
“Oh, well that explains a lot,” Samuel said, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his phone. Sunny had no idea who he was texting and couldn’t bring herself to care.
PART ONE
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