Horrible aches cover my whole body as I push myself into a seated position, rocks and rubble falling to the sides off me. I cough at the dust filled air and cry out when I try to move my right leg. From a quick glance at it, my ankle is definitely sprained if not broken. What in the world happen.

All I remember is getting ready to fight for my life with a werewolf of all things by my side. Speaking of said werewolf, I spot him unconscious with rocks covering his lower body, his head gushing blood from a large gash. I look upwards and see glowing red eyes staring down at me from about 50 feet above. The floor must've collapsed into this small cavern. How am I supposed to get myself out of this.

I sigh with dread at the realisation that I'm going to need the mutt's help. I drag myself across the cold rock floor until I reach the wolf and start ripping the rocks off his body. Slowly his body is revealed, showing his defined abdomen. Why does this werewolf have to be so hot? Seriously he has gorgeous soft curly locks, a chiselled face and a body of a god. Don't get me started on those damn abs and shoulders. 

The wolf starts to groan as his eyes squint open, staring at me in confusion. "Come on get up wolf, we need to get out of here." I'm pretty sure he told me his name is Kenin but monsters don't deserve to be called by name. 

"What happened?" he asks with a groan grabbing onto his head. "My head is killing me."

My lips purse in impatience as I grab his arm to pull him into a seated position. I have no sympathy for monsters and I certainly shouldn't be checking one out. "The floor collapsed underneath us and you smashed your head on a rock," I spit out with disgust to entertain his question.

He shoots me a deadly glare and snarls back, "I'm done being Mr nice guy. What is your problem."

"My problem is you and your existence, mutt," I snap back, scooting away from him.

His eyes darken from a natural hazel to the golden colour symbolising his disgusting werewolf side. He pushes himself to a standing position, stumbling as he makes his way over to me. I push back at him when he grabs my shirt, bringing me up to his face with a threatening growl.

"If you ever fucking call me that again, I swear," he snaps in my face, shaking me with his words to get his point across.

Yikes clearly wolves take offense to being called a mutt. If I'm going to use him to get out I might need to be friendly.

"Whatever calm down, Kenin is it? If we want to get out of here we unfortunately need to work together." With my words I carefully pry his hands from my shirt and take a hop backwards, staying off my injured foot. Though it was nice to see the wolf so rattled.

He clenches his fists tightly as he takes a deep calming breath, his eyes dimmer back to hazel as a result. "I'm sorry I very rarely act like that. I've just never been called a mutt before," he grumbles with a glare still burning through my face.

I smirk at him in satisfaction before I pick my dagger off the floor and hobble over to the rock wall. Rock crumbles to the floor as my dagger digs into the rock above my head. My muscles strain as I try to push myself up the rocks with one foot. The dagger slips out and a yelp echoes the cave as I thud to the ground.

"Well that was a smart idea," Kenin adds, voice laced with humour, clearly holding back laughter. He clears his throat awkwardly when he spots my murderous glare.

"Did you injure your ankle?" he asks, changing the subject with a gesture to my sprawled out legs. I follow his gaze, wincing at the state of my ankle. It's a swollen mess of purple and green bruises around the inflamed bone.

"Think it's sprained," I grumble, leaning my back against the rocks in defeat. "Has the dog brain of yours got any smart ideas?"

Said dog glances at me absently, ignoring my insult and not taking the bait. "I can try howl for my packmates, I'm not sure if it will reach them through the cave but it's worth a shot," he says, voice thoughtful.

"Oh yes, let's invite a pack of how many werewolves? To save a hunter. Just brilliant Kenin," I snark in response.

Kenin scowls at me and bites back with equal sarcasm, "The entire pack wouldn't drop everything to come save your ass. Fifteen max, and only ever that many because of the rogue threats awaiting us."

Without even realising it Kenin just gave some important information about his pack away. If they'd send fifteen wolves on a rescue mission then they have to have a decent population when taking into account kids, elders and those who need to stay behind to protect the territory. Anyways none of that matters unless I can get out of here before I starve to death.

"Can you ensure my safety if they rescue us?" I question seriously.

He nods in reassurance. "They won't even know if you hide that dagger, you have no smell besides blood and sweat. The silver smell on you that would give you away as a hunter is almost entirely drowned out by the blood of rogues and my personal scent," the wolf explains.

The words calm my fears until I take in the last part he said. "Why the hell is your scent on me?"

His expression quickly turns sheepish as he rushes to defend himself, "I must've been feeling protective of you when we were close in proximity, hiding from the rogues and scented you without thinking."

I give him a strange look when he says protective, causing him to continue rambling with a flushed face, "I've never really scented someone and I thought you were a defenseless human in trouble. I must've done it instinctually."

"Let's get one thing straight, I am not a defenseless human. Secondly, never scent me again," I demand with an unnerving stare. I will not have my dignity ruined by smelling like a wet dog. Just the idea of it is enough to make me internally gag.

Kenin nods again rapidly. "Of course, never again. I'll transform now and contact my pack."

He stands there with his eyes closed and face scrunch up for a solid minute before I question him, "I'm pretty sure a wolf your age transforms pretty instantly. Are you having some performance issues?"

His eyes snap open and his mouth drops in appall. I can't help it —I snort at the comical expression on his face. "I do not have performance issues in any department!" Kenin sputters, embarrassed. "Everytime I try to shift a sharp pain jolts through my head."

"Huh maybe your head injury is blocking your concentration to transform," I say. Which means my worst nightmare is just beginning. "Guess we are spending the night down here together until you heal."

With that we both settle against opposite rock walls. Now that I'm still I can feel the cold seeping into my body through the rocks. Shivers rack my body. The wolf however looks perfectly content across the cave. Even with less clothes. Lucky bastard.

Hours pass, my body heavy with pain and exhaustion. The cold prevents me from falling asleep, as whenever I get close, shivers jolt me awake.

Kenin's voice fills the silent cavern, "Are you going to sit there shivering all night?"

"Well I don't have any other option do I. Not everyone has superior werewolf body heat," I snap at him, eyes still closed.

It's quiet for a few moments, the sound of my teeth chattering fills the space between us. The shame of this entire day. Finally, he speaks again, his voice quiet, almost hesitant, "Then come lean against me."

I almost consider it but then I scoff, "Fuck that. Absolutely not ever going to happen." I'd rather freeze.

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