Chapter 2 Will He Remember If I Kiss Him?

Ava Stone point of view

I've been running for two hours in a row and if I didn't feel the muscle fatigue I honestly don't think it would have stopped me but my body after hours of sprinting through the woods just seemed to shout at me to stop and just start breathing.

At the moment I'm not even sure where I am, it's been weeks since I've been a rogue and haunted unpopulated areas simply trying to survive. This is normal for me now.

I stop and head for the place where I hid my clothes when suddenly someone actually wraps me and knocks me to the ground.

ROGUES ! O my goddess! What should I do? What should I do?

I try to look around but I better not look at all because I am surrounded by no more and no less than one, two… eight, nine… eleven rogues. I’m seriously in shit! They probably found my clothes and waited for me to return to them.

One thing that has bothered me terribly since I became a rogue is the smell. If you are a rogue, it is a universally valid rule that you stink and unfortunately it applies to me as well. I'm lucky that I'm still in the form of a wolf, Angel, my wolf, she is very capable of defending me but I am only one and I am surrounded by eleven aggressive rogues. It may be a lot for her.

"Bring her to us," says one of the rogues, looking at me intently.

Rogues surround me and force me to walk towards them, practically circling me in all directions.

"Shift and show yourself to us" he says again the one who seems to be somehow a leader of this gang of rogues but I don't answer anything. Angel growled nervously, warning them not to get any closer.

"I said shift!" the leader growls at me, starting to approach me threateningly. But I defy him by looking into his eyes without saying a word. I'm genetically structured to do that. Every particle in my body revolts when I am put in a position to submit. And my anger becomes even greater when I know that I am forced to submit to beings so inferior to me. Not that I would be too far away from them when I became a rogue too but I know that beyond my current state I am really better than these rogues who only destroy everything they touch.

I'm Ava Stone, the former alpha of the Silver pack. How I got from alpha to rogue is another story and I really don't have time for it now.

Although I am emotionally wounded and I struggle every day to find reasons to rejoice in my life, physically I know that I am endowed with fantastic strength.

Angel is a spectacular wolf. It has a silvery gray fur that shines under the sun. Although she hasn't been as well-groomed since she became rogue, she's still an eye-catcher. She has all four white paws, as if she were wearing socks and she has intense blue eyes. It is much bigger than most of these rogues.

The leader tugs at me and analyzes me from head to toe, licking his lips.

"Surrender to us and we will be gentle with you. My boys have some essential needs for a man to fulfill and you seem to be right for that. ” says the leader as the other rogues begin to tighten the circle around me even more. Some are already beginning to undress while others are simply looking at me with wild desire.

Ok..I messed up badly. Still in the form of a wolf, I quickly analyze the situation and jump to the one who in my opinion seems the most fragile of the rogues, trying to break the chain that has tightened around me and escape but until I reach him the rogues leader is already in his wolf form and attacks me directly. The other rogues follow him immediately.

I'm trying my best. I have the strength to do it, I know I'm strong but with eleven rogues behind my tail everything seems just a story with a familiar ending.

The eleven rogues all turned into wolves, howling their jaws and rushing at me. Their dirty fur and awful smell make me want to vomit. Okay, you're rogue, but wash yourself, brother!

Seeing these eleven rogues so close , almost killed me just with their smell. The leader rushes to me and knocks me to the ground. I struggle to get out of his grip and I can hardly bite his front paws, making him withdraw a little but enough for me to run away. There are too many of them, and I am alone. I am strong but not strong enough for this battle. I have to run. Two of the rogues run after me while the others try to regroup and come after me as well.

"Catch her" cried the leader "tonight we're going to fuck her and when we get tired of her, she'll wish she'd never met us."

"Do you think I'm jumping for joy now that I am at a party?" I ask angrily. I get up and try to gather and instead of running in the opposite direction, I run straight through them because I just realized that my clothes, my only clothes, were left behind. I run and hit the leader who is already injured and does not stand on all fours, throw two rogues to the ground, fasten my clothes and run away eating the ground while the rest of the rogues try to catch me.

It's the race of my life. If I can't run fast enough I know I'm going to lose this fight. I am simply outnumbered. I run for minutes until at one point I realize that rogues are no longer around. I'm in another territory and somehow they seem to have chosen not to follow me here. As soon as I find a safe place, I transform into a human form and I get dressed with all my “closet”. A pair of yoga pants and a shirt that is already starting to show signs of wear.

"Where are we?" I ask Angel, slightly panicked. I hope with all my heart that I do not come across a group of rogues again.

"I have no idea where we are, but we are safe," says Angel, trying to catch her breath after the olympic race that I just finished.

"There's a river," says Angel, "let's go clean up. The smell of those rogues is all over me and I can't stand it anymore. "

I head towards the water and with difficulty I pass the rocks, the terrain is slightly rugged. But just before I reach the water, I stumble over a body and wake up on my knees next to what looks like another wounded werewolf. I panic. I can smell the rogues in the air.

Every piece of my reason tells me to go out of my way and get out of here, but at the same time if I leave this man here he will have no chance of survival. I look at him and see the blood gushing from his wounds. He is almost unconscious. Continuously moaning of pain.

"Let's go, Ava!" says Angel “We can’t help him. He's already dying.”

I look at him. His face covered in blood and his condition make me remember that I am more than a rogue. I was born into this world to do good, it's just an unfortunate conjuncture that I'm as I am now so I choose to do what is contrary to the status of a rogue. I choose to do good.

"Avaaa!" I hear Angel shouting at me. “This man is trouble for us! Let him die! ”

But I ignore her and sit next to him, taking his head and putting it on my lap. I bend down slightly and I take care of his wounds.

Who is this man?

He should be somewhere around 6.5 feet. He is huge. His body has what I might call a perfect sense of proportion. His arms, his neck and calves are perfect, each edge is worked giving him the appearance of broader shoulders and chest.And being completely naked doesn't help me at all. I can only stare at him.

It is a mountain of man. Even I look frail next to him at my 5.9 feets.

I wipe the blood off his face lightly and as my hand walks over his face I can't notice how attractive he is. His lips are fleshy and perfect for kissing. The thickness of his lips will fit perfectly with my lips if I kiss him.

“What the fuck am I doing? Oh, my god! Ava, what are you doing here? Help him and leave!” I say to myself.

I immediately started to analyze his wounds. I would like to bandage it with something, but he has no clothes, nothing. Fuck. I look around. My shirt… Fuck.

"You owe me a shirt, my friend," I say softly, just to myself. I tore my shirt and I started to tie his wounds but the blood was still flowing. If no one comes to help him, I will lose him in this rhythm. What can I do? Focus, Ava! Just focus! Use your mind! This man is too gorgeous to die in some abandoned forest.

I press his wounds hard trying to stop the bleeding and the man sighs in pain leaving his head on his back and opening his eyes. But he doesn't seem to realize what's going on around him. His eyes are so beautiful. They are as green as this forest we are in. I feel like I'm lost in his clear eyes. I am enchanted by this stranger, his being is a work of art.

Suddenly an idea comes to me. The cold tightens the blood vessels. Maybe cold water will help me slow down his bleeding. I lift his head slightly from my lap and lay him lightly on the ground. All that comes to my mind is to kiss and possess him. If I had met him on a normal day, what would have happened to us? He looks like a well-groomed man and his scent is that of a fir forest, not a rogue. Probably someone is waiting for him at home, probably even his mate because such a man is impossible to be alone. I almost feel my heart tighten at the thought that this stranger belongs to someone. He is so perfect

I try to get together and say, "You can do it, Ava, you can do it." and I start dragging him lightly in the cold water of the river , trying not to hurt him even harder.

As soon as we are in the water, I put my arms around his body and support him by supporting his weight with my own body so that he does not drown. I was right. Cold water works. The blood stops flowing as much.

"Everything will be fine," I tell him, stroking his face, and moistening his lips with water. "Cold water will slow down the bleeding, resist!" and I see him staring blankly at me as if without seeing me, even though he is staring at me.

Will he remember if I kiss him? Will he make me pay for my gesture? I don't dare even though I want to touch him everywhere. This perfect man is naked in front of my face and I see absolutely every part of his body, but I only dare to look at him. As much as I would like to own him , let him be mine ... I know that it is not advisable to be carried away by such thoughts.

I hold him tightly in my arms and try to support him and do everything I can for him.

"Resist! Please ... surely help will come! ”