Property of a Gordon

Chapter Twenty Four (Snowflake)

Chapter Twenty Four

Snowflake's POV

The second we arrived back to the palace, Kendall was taken away to do this thing and that thing. I was told to place my bag and Kendall's in our separate rooms, which I was grateful for as sharing a room with Kendall hadn't worked out well.

What I had expected to happen was for Kendall to stay on his side and for me to stay on mine. A small part of me, the part that I frequently ignored, had even hoped for Kendall to end up closer as that always seemed to happen in the stories. But by placing a werewolf in a tiny bed with someone she wasn't used to being so close to, you guaranteed neither will happen.

I'm sure it started off in the right direction; however, it didn't end that way. See, when I woke up, all I saw was someone in my bed. I didn't remember where I was or who I was with. All I knew was I didn't typically share my bed. So, in the end, I had a sheepish smile on my face, and a very annoyed Kendall was on the bedroom floor. I'd apologized, of course, but Kendall wasn't a morning person or the forgiving type.

Currently, I was on my own once again. Kendall was busy for the day, and Lex had his own things to attend to. I'd already taken a tour of the palace long enough to become a little more familiar with the place. But the tour had only taken up so much of my time, leaving me alone.

On my way to search for food, I ran into something that nearly sent me to the floor. Or rather, someone I was sure wouldn't appreciate being compared to a "thing."

When I looked up, I met eyes so black that there was no clear distinction between the iris and pupil. They stared at me without emotion or even the hint of one. They scared the shit out of me.

He, or she, was definitely a werewolf, not a natural wolf. Judging by its size and frame, the werewolf was certainly male and the largest I'd ever seen. He easily dwarfed me, making me look like a mere pup in my wolf form. His dark, black coat of fur wasn't helping any in easing my amount of fear, which I was sure he could smell.

He started to walk closer to me, pausing when I bared my teeth, and a growl built in my chest, vibrating in my throat. Now, I realized my human teeth were harmless, but the two actions were instinctual for me. He should have challenged me or put his ears flat against his skull in a display of submissiveness. But he took me by surprise when he continued down his path towards me.

I tried growling once again because, at this point, I didn't know what to do with him. He was either stupid or a very, very dominant wolf who didn't feel threatened by my assertive behavior. Shifting would take too long, and I would be dead within seconds as a human. So waiting and hoping were my only options.

He was close enough now that my growls had subsided, and all I could do was stare in both amazement and fear. His nose shined and his nostrils flared, blowing hot air on me, causing me to shiver. I then realized he was taking in my scent, so I hesitantly took the opportunity to do the same.

I leaned in closer, aware he was watching me as I breathed in his musky odor, a scent associated with most werewolves. But his scent was . . . different. I couldn't place where or what he smelled like, but his scent was incredibly alluring to me and more familiar than I liked. It was as if I had run into someone from my past and couldn't quite place where I knew him from. It bothered me.

While I was distracted, he took the opportunity to bury his snout beneath my hair and nuzzle my neck. I yelped in surprise before snarling at him and jerking away. He'd been much too close for comfort. He only huffed at me before he started to walk away, leaving me dumbfounded.

"Miss Lady, are you alright?"

I turned into the direction of the voice, meeting the eyes of the chef. "There was a were-" I started, but my voice trailed off when I looked back and saw no werewolf.