Her fiery desire

Chapter 8

Fraya

I couldn’t sleep last night, constantly thinking about that kiss and wishing it could’ve lasted longer, but also wishing that it never happened. I crave his touch, I burn for his lips on mine and it is taking everything I have to not track his scent and beg him to take me to bed. I feel like a damn hussy, but my mother did warn me that it will be like this, the need to mate will consume me and the longer I stay away from my mate, the weaker I will become. If Alexander doesn’t accept the rejection, I will lose my power the longer I wait to mate with him.

It is very rare that we mate with a different shifter kind, as far as history has it, it has only happened twice in our bloodline. The first one mated with a female fox, and the child was born with the extraordinary power of controlling the weather and seeing the future. She was a powerful sheer and was valued amongst the shifter world, but the second one to have mated with a different shifter, was my great grandmother. Her true mate was a puma shifter, but there was a disagreement between them and he rejected my gran, at first she refused to accept his rejection, but in time she got weak and started losing her powers. After a few months, she was the one to go to him and reject him, she went through a lot of pain as the bond was already stronger by that time and she nearly died, but in time she got stronger and she got her powers back. She found my great grandfather a few years later.

I know there is no chance that Alexander and I can ever be together. I might be able to work past my hatred for his kind, I might not ever be able to forgive his parents for what they did to my parents, but I will be able to accept his people. It is his people and his parents that might not be able to accept me. I know his parents would rather kill me and start the war again before they would ever accept me as their son’s mate.

I get out of my bed as soon as the first rays of sunlight filters into my room and get dressed to go for a run. I start off with a slow jog, enjoying the fresh morning air and the sun on my skin. I run up the foot path and get lost in my own thoughts the deeper I run into the Canyon. I have my earphones in with music blasting in my ears, pumping my legs harder and faster. Before I know it, I am alone and a lot further into the canyon than I planned on going. When I turn around and see a figured covered in black standing in front of me with a silver sword in her hands, I wish I woke Isaac up to come with me this morning. I really hope he finds my body and makes sure I am avenged if things go sideways with this b***h.

My attacker moves fast, swinging the sword in an arch, I quickly turn away, but I’m not quick enough and the metal slices at my shoulder. I am tired and exhausted from running for hours and I wonder how long she has been following me. She isn’t sweating so it couldn’t have been long. She smells like burned coal with a hit of citrus in there. Her smell is oddly familiar, but I just can’t put my finger on where I smelt it before.

I am snapped back to reality with the sword moving inches from my eyes. She is a sloppy fighter and I know I can take her down, but the problem is that I can’t kill her, or it will cause chaos. I know she is clearly not worried about whether or not killing me causes a war, but I have fought hard for this peace and I am not going to through it all away for a b***h that is clearly going against her kinds wishes. If they wanted me dead, they would’ve sent someone with a lot more skills. I wonder if this is the first time that this woman has ever held a sword before now.

She keeps swinging the sword at me but I easily dodge her sloppy moves. The wound on my shoulder is bleeding and stinging like a b***h but it should heal in a few hours. If it wasn’t silver, it would’ve been healed by now. My attacker seems to get frustrated about the fact that I keep dodging her attacks and ends up throwing me with the sword before she quickly shifts into her animal form. I curse myself when I see she is a dragon shifter.

The dragon knocks me on my ass with her tail before she presses me to the ground with her big ass foot, one of her claws digging into my sides. I feel the blood pouring out at my side but I suddenly feel too weak to fight back and I know it is because of my incomplete bond with Alex. I don’t know why it is draining me so fast, but I will need to convince him to accept the rejection if I survive this. I can’t afford to be weak right now. I feel the weight lift off me and realize that the dragon is taking on the human form again, but with the blood I have lost, my vision is a blur and I can’t make out who my attacker is.

“This is your one and only warning, stay away from Alex or I will enjoy ripping you..” I don’t allow her to finish, with every bit of strength I can muster up, I lift a boulder from the ground with my power and hit the b***h with it. Her weight is instantly off me, but using my power has exhausted me. I force myself to stand up and start running in the direction of the hotel. I don’t waste time trying to get a look at my attacker, I know I need to be out of there before she heals. I use my power to call on the wind and allow it to carry me to my hotel room window. I can’t allow other shifters to see me this weak, or they will be taking advantage of it.

When I get into my room, Isaac is already there, pacing up and down. When he sees me, he runs to my side and grab a hold of me before I can fall to the ground. He takes a look at my wounds and I can see the worry on his face. “I-I need t-to eat.” I tell him in a broken and exhausted voice. I should’ve never gone out alone this morning. I know how dangerous it is to keep my guard down here and to be alone so deep into the canyon with my enemies so close is as good as signing my own death warrant. Top that all with the fact that I have found my mate but haven’t completed the mate bond, my strength is fading quickly.

“Why are you this weak? Who did this to you? I will kill them for touching you, they threaten the treaty with this.” He says, anger clear in his voice.

“N-not them. It w-was only o-one.” I tell him, but I am fading quickly, I need to eat and rest if I want to heal my wounds.

“I’m sorry, did you say just one?” He sounds astonished.

“Food.” I remind him. He makes quick work of placing me on the bed and then I hear his footsteps move towards the door. I fall asleep before I even hear the door open.