NOLA EDMOND

        I don't fight the feeling that is bothering me at the pit of my stomach. It's a dark majestic pull that has me tied up in knots of dread. So instead, I just bite the bullet and watch on as Jasper Rowe a man of many talents hurries through the forest like a sex crazed honey glazed wagon wheel. I can't stop staring, all I can see is his hard grafted ass through his black jeans. Hell, I'm happy to watch on with steady comfort as I trip and fall against the rough bark. At least I've got my mind on something other than my family...

"Nola?" I quickly look up from his perfectly shaped ass to his dark eyes.

"Yeah..." I mumble on stray heels. I'm still struggling to pry up my raggedy dress with minimal effort, I laugh inside knowing I must look like complete crap. Of course I look like crap, who am I impressing.

He's slumped with one hand pressed against a tree showing the thick course of muscles down his front. "We're here. Keep that dress hitched up. You'll trip. Again."

I lodge down a dry laugh. I wasn't sure what that comment meant. "And where does here mean?"

I look around the sunken forest path hidining within the deep overcrowded moss clouded trees. I slowly begin to feel my toes sink down into the moist undergrowth and suddenly I want to run the other way when I hear the deep base of music nearby.

"Is that music I hear?" I want him to say no. But of course, it's going to be a yes.

Jasper stops to sigh. "Good guess. Ten marks for effort coming your way baby."

I groan, "Asshole."

He turns with a quick hand pressed against his heart. "That hurt Princess. Try not to stifle a wolf. I have a mad temper."

I pull my dress up to walk past him. "Typical."

A hand shoots to my wrist. I feel pain. But not the bad kind, a very good sensation of urgency racing up my arm. I watch his eyes too see if he can feel it too, but Jasper just side passes me with a loud grunt on his lips...

"Keep moving."

I stop. "You know what?"

"What?" He asks irritated.

"You are one of those guys. Rich. Arrogant. Superficial. Cranky kind of guys. I don't want that."

He runs a hand across his cheek. "And you think that I want you." I don't know why but that one hurts. "I get it, I really do. If you want to play the stereotypical card game on me. Let me have it at you. I think you're Self absorbed, Whiney, Spoilt little daddy's girl with small world problems. So believe me when I say that I am not happy with this so called agreement for our wolves."

My emotions and stomach roll into one as I listen on to those last few words. I feel hollow and empty.

"I-"

"Stop. Just stop talking." He says slowly. "You can find some clothes inside. Clean up and I'll take you home in the morning." Jasper quickly leaves. Leaving me behind as I try to make way of the path that he has lead for me.

I follow on as I trample through the remaining jungle chaos. I wasn't waiting till morning. "Wait!" I fall down a small dirt hill and when I find myself tangled up at the bottom of it. I come face to face with a row of neatly lined cars beside me.

"Hurry up!" He calls.

I stand straight. Walking away, I catch glimpse of the lake house mansion that must belong to Jasper. Seeing the dark figures of people walking back and forth into the house. I try to stay balanced on my feet. I spot red plastic cup beside my foot, I kick it to the side to catch up with Jasper.

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