Max couldn’t believe he was back in this tiny God forsaken
He thought he had her four years before. She had taken up residence in this town and even spent time in her human form. He had caught up to her at the beginning of August and started watching her, planning on how to get close enough to her without her knowing. It took patience, and that was something he rarely had in abundance. After weeks of watching where she worked, or where she went to enjoy herself he had finally gotten her schedule down. He went into the desert that night to capture her and return her to the community when he came upon her saving some stranded biker, and that had scattered his plans to the winds.
He watched for days as the wolf and biker were always together, watched with concern as the wolf vanished each night only to be replaced by the girl. She had never revealed herself to a Skin before and the fact she had revealed herself to this one man concerned him. She was of the mate to choose her life’s mate and he worried she had chosen this mop topped biker as he had always fancied that one day, once she was back inside the community that she would choose him.
Somewhere deep inside a small flicker of anger began to burn as his eyes took in her willingness to slip into the bikers bed each night, imagining them doing all the things he wanted to do with her. Each night the anger grew until his mission of returning the rogue back into the community’s folds began to shift and become something darker and more sinister; so he watched and he waited and he allowed the flickering spark to grow, the flame fanned by jealousy and need.
He had gotten too close that fateful final night and he knew it by the look in her face. HE had to see what they were doing so he risked getting closer, his eyes narrowing as the biker took her in his arms and kissed her. He almost growled as the rogue seemed to melt into that Skin’s arms as if she belonged there. It was then her head lifted and she pulled from the man and shortly after altered forms and ran off into the desert. He raced after her trying to catch her but she evaded him, a fact that angered him further. After hours of trying to track her scent he gave up and returned to the place that housed the Skin. If she did anything the way he thought she would return to there and he would finally have his bounty. He waited for days, not daring to move to eat or hunt, only to be disappointed as each day ended without her return. There came the day when the Skin finally left and Max knew that the rogue wouldn’t return then, there was no reason for her to.
That had been four years ago, and after all this time he had finally made the circuit once again to this dry barren town in hopes that she would with luck return to the town in search of her memory or the Skin she had grown so closed too. He shook his head as he wandered down the main street, his hazel eyes scanning for anyone or anything that might carry her scent. As he walked to his motel room he noticed a rather large limo pull out of the motel parking lot on its way out of town. Wrinkling his nose he caught the faintest scent that nagged at his memories. It wasn’t her scent, but it was one he knew. He thought a moment about chasing the car but decided against it. Whatever left the motel would probably return too it eventually.
After showering off the dust from the days searching he walked back out of his motel room and down the street to the one diner in town. He hated Skin food, but in these days and times a Shifter of the community had to be careful. One wrong move, one wrong witness and a life could be cut short. He ordered the rarest steak he could get and settled in to enjoy the meal, his little flame of anger flaring momentarily that he had to eat this way instead of hunt.
As he finished his meal he pulled some cash from his pocket and tossed it upon the table before standing and leaving. It was time to sleep and prepare for the next day’s search. Walking back down the street to the diner he noticed the limo returning. Stepping back into the shadows he watched as four men exited the car followed by one very furry companion. His eyes widened as a grin begin to slide over his face. Tilting his head heavenward he inhaled deeply and was rewarded with the scent he had been on the trail of for four years.
His eyes turned towards the Skin she was sticking close too and finally recognized the scent that had nagged at his memory earlier. It was the skin from four years before, a bit more refined looking and lacking his mop top of hair, but it was him. She had returned to this area and found the skin and in doing so had allowed herself to be found.
All he had to do now was wait. A slow heartless grin slipped over his lips as he showed his teeth to the night. She was finally within his grasp.
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