Revolting

Chapter Twenty Eight - Found William

Sometimes its just easier to let your wolf handle things. Humans tend to complicate things with too much thinking, and too much emotion. We get caught up in the past, we worry about the future, but for the wolf, everything is in the NOW. Everything is boiled down to its simplest components.

Heath and I ran together, but not too far or too fast. I could tell his wolf was still weak, and did not have the strength and endurance to go all out. We romped around, chased a woodchuck to its burrow, splashed through a stream, and stopped often to familiarize ourselves with each-other. His scent was sweet, and I couldn't get enough of it. Every chance I got, I was burying my nose in his coat, even rubbing against him so that his scent would transfer on to me. Heath's wolf seemed cautious at first, but he slowly warmed up to me. As he started to tire, he led us back in a circle toward his little camp in the woods. Once he trotted into the little clearing, he dropped to his haunches. His sides were heaving and his tongue was lolling out of his mouth. He whined a little, and then began to shift back into his human form.

I followed his example, and shifted easily back into my bipedal body. I found Heath still sitting with his knees bent, his elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed. I came and sat down beside him, not minding that we were both still completely naked. Being naked with him felt natural and right.

"I wasn't expecting this," he mumbled, not meeting my eyes. "I wasn't expecting you."

I threw my head back and laughed. "Me neither," I confessed. And then I nudged him with my elbow, feeling a sense of awe and wonderment as electric tingles traveled up my arm at the slight contact. "But I'm glad I found you." He picked up a stick from the ground and began to scratch in the dirt between his feet. "This is complicated."

I relaxed back on my elbows and looked up at the night sky, which was partially obscured by the dark bows of the tree branches overhead. "How so?"

"I can't live in a pack."

"Okay." I answered easily.

"What? That it? Just 'okay'?" He looked up at me in surprise. There was a little disappointment in his voice, like he had been expecting me to argue, to try and change his mind.

I grinned at him. "Yeah."

His brows drew together over his intense eyes. "You can't tell me that you are willing to leave your pack and become a rogue with me."

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Then you see? We can't be together." His voice was flat.

"I didn't say that." I couldn't help myself. I reached over and touched his back, tracing the line of his spine. I saw his muscles twitch under my touch, but he didn't pull away. "It's not all black or white, Heath. There are other options." "Like what?"

"What if you lived in your own house, on pack lands, without being a pack member?"

He gave me a doubtful look. "Your Alpha is never going to agree to that."

I shrugged. "I don't know for sure, until we talk to him." I scooted closer, and changed position so that I was sitting behind him. "If he says no, then your own house in the town." I used the pads of my thumbs and started massaging the tight muscles in his lower back.

"Okay, but what about my sister?"

"What about her?" I worked my way up towards his ribs. I felt him sigh and relax forward, probably without even realizing he was doing it.

"I can't leave my sister. I won't."

"I would never ask you to." I said solemnly. I slid my hands up, between his shoulder blades. I found a knot and began to work on it. "Anyone can see that the two of you need each other."

"Mmmmphh," he made a sound as I kneaded out the painful knot. All I was doing was rubbing his back, but it felt so different. The sparks were running up my hands, his scent was surrounding me like a fresh baked cinnamon roll, and somehow touching him felt so damn right, so perfect. "We don't have anything," he grumbled. "I don't have money to rent a house."

I smoothed my hands over his shoulders, and leaned forward to press a kiss against the back of his shoulder. "We'll work it out, Heath." I whispered. I guessed that he would reject any offer of money out right. But we had time to figure these details out later... right then, it was just us, this moment.

He shivered under my lips. "Look, William, I--"

I shushed him. "Relax, Heath," I ran my hands over his biceps. "We don't have to figure everything out right now. I'm just happy to be close to you."

He groaned and bowed his head again. "I don't know how to be with anyone," he finally admitted. "I've never..." he ran his hands through his hair, making it even wilder than it already was. "I've never been with anyone, man or woman."

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His confession made my heart squeeze in my chest, and a little bit of guilt weighed heavy on me. My mate had been nearby, wounded, dying in the woods. And I'd been so caught up with Michael I never even knew he was there. He could have died, I could have lost this opportunity, because I'd been busy chasing pleasure and trying to fill the lonely hole in my heart. "Will you think less of me if I tell you I have?"

He twisted around to look at me. "Of course not. You aren't a kid, and neither am I. I just never had the time, or the desire to look for...well, you know. I had my sister to think about, I had to keep her safe, we were always on the move..." he was distracted, and almost in spite of himself, his hand reached up to rub down my forearm. "How old are you, anyway?"

"Twenty-five." I answered. "You?"

He made a face, as if he were doing the math in his head. "Twenty-four, I think." "You think?"

He shrugged. "I don't' really remember."

I frowned in the dark. I was sad for him. I was sad for all the hardships he and his sister must have endured, just fighting to survive in a hostile world. But something told me that he wouldn't want to hear my sorrow. He wouldn't want any kind of pity. I was distracted from my own thoughts by his hands, which had wandered from my elbow to my thigh. I closed my eyes and relished it. His fingers were rough and calloused, his touch tentative and uncertain, but somehow still perfect. By slow measures we rearranged our bodies so that we were lying together. Although he was taller, and would eventually outweigh me, he relaxed against my chest, and it just seemed perfectly natural for me to wrap my arms around his body. I felt the deepest sense of belonging and contentment I had ever felt. It was as if our souls melted together. I knew he felt the same thing by the way his body relaxed against me... as though he too found it too comfortable to resist. His beard was tickling my chest. I reached up absently to scratch it. "Hey Heath?"

"Yeah?" His voice sounded deep and sleepy.

"You really need a shave."