The SHEWOLF & The LAST HE-DRAGON

~{INGRID'S POV}~

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I inhaled sharply as my eyes came open in alarm just to find myself in a bedroom.

Confused, I tried to control my breathing while looking around in wonder.

How am I here when I was about to get drowned by water not long ago? I wondered to myself and slowly tried to get up.

And in doing so, my body jerked in pain and I shut my eyes tightly until it came down before I opened them to stare at my legs and arms just to find them neatly bandaged.

"Huh? How?"

I marveled and tried to get up again but couldn't.

If I was in this condition then what about the dragon?

At that thought, fear gripped me the moment I recalled him having no pulse.

"Flare!"

I called his name as I became distressed. And my situation added to my worry, making me nearly cry for failing.

"Flare, you can't die when I haven't even tasted your blood," I sobbed and struggled to get on my feet but couldn't.

"My dragon… how could I have lost you? How?" I asked no one in particular as I pushed myself harder to get on my feet even though it was terrible.

And as if someone heard me, the door opened and a young boy quickly rushed in with a look of concern.

"What's wrong, Miss? Please don't cry, I know you're devastated that you can't walk but it's only temporary…" he hurriedly said but that wasn't my problem at all.

"Where's my dragon? WHERE IS HE! TELL ME RIGHT NOW!" I yelled at the boy as my blood began to grow hot.

"Your dragon?" He frowned in confusion.

"Yes, the man I was with," I clarified.

"The man…" he thoughtfully said before exclaiming, "That man! The injured white haired man right?"

At his words, relief washed over me and in an instant, I was on my feet, causing the boy to stagger in shock.

"Where is he?"

"Is he your dragon? Or should I say your husband perhaps?" He carefully asked while eyeing me up and down in worry.

"Yes, he's mine and don't you dare lay a finger on him," I firmly said and walked past him, making him rush after me while stuttering.

"Y-you're injured, Miss! My master said you shouldn't walk once you wake up."

"I'm not worried about myself," I said and pushed him aside but he kept coming after me. In irritation, I growled at him, making him stagger backward in disbelief and fear. He was a young boy of maybe fifteen or sixteen.

As I walked out the door, I felt like I was suddenly transported to another realm entirely.

It was a small Town… no, town isn't the right name to describe it. It was a small Village.

Kids were running around while men and women went about their businesses.

Confused, I walked around aimlessly, not knowing where to go exactly until the boy from earlier caught me by the hand and dragged me somewhere.

And instead of fighting him off, I simply let him take me wherever he wanted.

In no time, we got to a room and he dragged me inside.

"Master! She's awake!"

My focus quickly shifted to an elderly woman in her late 40's with long red hair seated on a wooden chair while carefully examining an injured man lying on a bed.

With style, the woman glanced at me and frowned.

"Why is she on her feet then?" She demanded.

"She chose to walk," the boy quickly answered.

"Where's my-" I stopped when I realized I couldn't go around saying Dragon.

The woman remained calm as she waited for me to complete my statement.

"-man," I said and she smiled before getting up and coming to stand before me while taking her time to examine me with her eyes.

I narrowed my eyes at her in suspicion until she walked past me, making me frown and follow her.

"Miss, don't overdo it! you're limping!" the boy worried on my behalf.

Well, I could feel the pain but that was nothing compared to losing the dragon. I would rather lose my legs than the dragon.

"Hey!" I yelled after her but she simply walked into a room and I followed after her with my heart racing wildly.

The moment I entered the room and looked around, a cool feeling washed over me as I found him lying motionless on a bed.

"He's recovering faster than I expected. His skin is warm and he's breathing," the lady said and carefully touched his face making me quickly rush up to her and slap her hand off.

She looked at me and smiled.

"It's quite fascinating that a man like him is with someone like you," she said and my eyes sparked in rage.

"What? Are you saying I'm unworthy of being with a person like him?" I asked but instead of giving an answer, she shrugged and walked away, leaving me brewing in anger.

How dare she touch him?

"She saved both your lives, miss. You should be nice to her," the boy said and I sighed heavily before sitting on one side of the bed so I could examine him myself.

Placing my index finger beneath his nostrils, I realized he was breathing and his heart was beating at a good rhythm.

"Thank goodness," I sighed in relief.

"Miss… or should I call you ma'am?" The boy carefully asked. 

"Miss is alright," I said without looking his way.

"Is he really your husband?"

At that question, I faced him with a frown.

"Why do you ask?" I demanded.

"It's just… well, he seems …different," he carefully said.

"Because of his hair?"

At my question, he nodded.

Looking back at Flare, I sighed. He was really gorgeous and the way they kept asking if he was my husband made me begin to feel insecure.

Why?

Well, I didn't want anyone to touch what was mine. He has been mine since I found him first. And as the saying goes, 'Finders keeper.'

"Yes, he's my husband," I answered and my heart skipped a beat at that big lie.

"Were you both running away?"

At the boy's intrusive question, I gave it a thought and nodded.

"Well then, you've come to the right place. Please feel at home," he said and left the room.

Finally alone, I took in Flare's appearance with my eyes. Taking in his features, most especially the curves and slope a-

"What are you doing Ingrid!" I quickly said and looked away while fanning my face because I was getting hot which was quite strange.

I never looked at any man with interest and had lived that way, keeping myself solely for my mate.

So why was I being drawn to this dragon?

Was it because of his miraculous properties? Or because he was a dragon?

However, the longer I stared at him, the more I wanted to touch him.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked myself and quickly got up to catch some air.

"Whoa, why am I getting hot all of a sudden?"

I touched my skin and realized it was hot, immensely hot like I had gotten a fever when it wasn't the case.

"Miss?"

I quickly turned around like I had been caught doing something forbidden when the boy from earlier called me.

"Yes?"

"You should have a bath and change into clean clothes before you have lunch," he said.

"Will he be alright here?" I carefully asked.

"He's been there for a day and half just like you, but you recovered quickly."

"A day and half?" I asked in disbelief.

Was I out for that long?

"This way Miss," he said and I looked at Flare one last time before following the boy to the bath area.

Once I was done having a warm bath, I wore the gown the boy offered and went back to the room just to find the lady from earlier, cleaning Flare's body with a cloth dipped in water.

I quickly went to meet her and seized the cloth from her while breathing heavily.

What exactly was wrong with me? I wondered.

She simply stared at me for a while before getting up from the chair she sat on.

"It's not like I was doing anything intimate with him," she softly said and walked away.

When she was out of the room, I sat on the chair and began to clean him myself.

And as I was cleaning him, I began to think of my next move. I had to take Flare back to my pack but at the same time I didn't want to, which was strange.

I couldn't let them have him. I wanted him solely for myself.

Funny enough, I didn't want to eat him up anymore, rather, I just wanted him for myself.

And as I cleaned his bare chest and traced the wet cloth down his abs, I went still when I realized what I was doing.

Was I fantasizing?

Come on Ingrid!

I quickly dropped the cloth back in the bowl of water and looked away as I tried to get myself together.

Facing him again, I remained that way until I fell asleep.

*******

(Several hours later)

"Mm," I moaned when I felt something trace against the side of my face, making me scrunch my brows in discomfort.

"So flawless," I heard a sweet deep voice and the person's breath fanned against my face.

Slowly, my lashes fluttered and my eyelids opened. Everywhere was blurry at first but I could see someone hovering over me and as my sight grew clearer and my eyes opened fully, my gaze froze on the person before me.

Seeing that I was awake, he smiled.

"Did anyone ever tell you you're pretty, Ingrid?"

At his question, I blinked rapidly and quickly adjusted in my seat before looking at him properly to be sure he was truly the one speaking.

"You're awake," I said.

"I am," he agreed and moved his face close to mine, making me try to back off but couldn't.

"I don't know why but ever since I was hibernating, your face and appearance always came to my mind. Could it be that our souls are intertwined?"

At his question, I quickly snapped back to reality and carefully pushed him away from me so I could get up.

"You're fighting it, Ingrid. Stop fighting it," he said and I blinked in confusion.

"Fighting what?"

"The fact that you want me."