Geas Wolf

He didn't know how long he'd been running for now, the small body he exhibited possessing unnatural ability to sustain a constant speed, the four limbs light and deft on the snowy landscape.

He could hear the crunch of the snow under the pads of his paws but could no longer feel the cold. The scent that burned through his nose kept him warm. The thrumming in his veins pumping him on to find her, the girl.

It was almost a month ago when he'd seen her for the first and last time. He was locked behind iron bars, his body battered and abused—caught in a ridiculous trap. He didn't know when he had lost consciousness but even the dead would wake with how much noise the woman was making. She thought he was nothing more than a simple animal, being illegally poached by hunters and she was out in the middle of the night, freeing him.

He didn't know if her activisms was extremely brave or extremely stupid.

She was releasing a wild wolf, an injured animal at that. It was not the safest activism to be doing, and while he was grateful she had stubbled onto his hellish prison he was none too impressed.

What had struck him about her was the compassion in her eyes. Blue eyes to rival his own wolf had shinned with unshed tears as she struggled with the overdone chain securing his cage.

She had muttered to herself angrily, putting all her might into the bolt cutters she was operating.

"I'm so sorry humans suck." She whispered into the quiet night, her breath loud due to her adrenaline, "I'll get you out of here soon and you wont ever have to worry about anyone touching you when you don't want them too." She rushed the words out into the cold air, the end of her statement enunciated by the clattering of the lock falling from its secured position. The unraveling of the chains was a hurried mess and within seconds she was freeing his prison and swinging the door open fluidly, waisting no time and rushing to the other cages.

Too many things kept him on the floor longer than he liked, his body too weak to follow after her.

He felt his frustration beat at his chest as her scent weakened while he laid there longer, her vigilantism complete and her escape a mad dashing retreat. The door closed on the small shack with a bang and encased him in a loud silence, the scurrying of animals from their respective cages happening seconds after she had fully disappeared till only the sound of his panting was filling his ears.

He couldn't let her escape.

Her scent burned through his body, setting off electrodes and sensations he'd never experienced. It was a feeling busting suddenly and swiftly through his heart, a piece of something he was missing and never knew. And then she was running away, and he couldn't move.

He wouldn't let her escape.

She was an enigma, and he was going to explore it.

After what had felt like hours he finally drug his battered body from the ratty shack the poachers were hiding him and other beasts in. It felt exhilarating to smell the crisp snow again, his senses coming alive and the fire lighting in his blood.

He could feel the ancient geas burning along his shoulder blades, under the thick coat of his dark fur, warning him on the thin amount of magic he was running on. He would have to stop and rest before he could catch up to his firebird.

Butt he would find her, that he was most assured of.

And he would devour her.

Felicity couldn't believe she had been roped into coming here. It was a fancy charity event her friend Caitlin had talked her into attending, telling her it was a Halloween theme.

Apparently Felicity was the only one who had really been in the Halloween spirit. That or she had misunderstood Caitlin, but either way she felt slightly self conscious in her tight black dress. The length was modest but the fit was suggestive with the shoulders coming to a point, the ends coming to the same pattern just past her knees, the look finished off with a pair of black pumps. And yes, if you looked close enough you would even see the little bat wings decorating the heel.

Overall, she felt pretty ridiculous standing in the room looking like a cartoon character.

Caitlin had managed to blend in with a simple gold sequin gown she had justified to Felicity's indignation with, "Its Belle inspired!"

It was still a cop-out in Felicity's opinion.

A waiter with a full tray dipped by with various wines on it, catching Felicity's embarrassed attention just in time for her to spin on her heel and snag a drink. She didn't even care what wine it was, as long as it was going in her mouth. She turned her head sheepishly towards Caitlin seeing a humorously arched brow and tilted smirk.

Felicity smiled and shifted her eyes away, looking at the many faces around her. At this point she thinks she can handle looking like a lush too, she already looks the fool.

"Don't worry so much about it," Caitlin whispers reassuringly under her breath, seeing how tense the woman was and laughing at her ways. It was refreshing to have a friend like Felicity around. Though Caitlin did feel a little bad about setting her up…just a little though. Because Caitlin was not a bad friend and if her plan went accordingly then Felicity would be thanking her later.

"You know, I heard that Ray Palmer will be hear tonight," Caitlin suddenly informed the blonde, ignoring the choking she heard coming from the woman as she inhaled some of her wine.

"What! Caitlin!" Felicity finally hissed at the woman after she regained her breath. "You did this on purpose didn't you?!" she had been friends with Caitlin, and roommates for that short time, to have known better than to not expect something like this. Her friend wasn't the most discreet at times.

And she was always trying to hook her up! Felicity didn't even like Ray Palmer that much. You get drunk once and tell your best friend your boss has a nice ass and you're suddenly always being put into awkward situations.

Caitlin's innocent smile and eye avoidance answered Felicity and she couldn't believe she hadn't seen this coming from a mile away.

"You are the most meddlesome friend that I have ever had." Felicity admonished, starting in on her since she had nothing better to do with a glass of wine in one hand and bat wings on her heels, looking like a witch in a party of kangaroos. "That's the last time I tell you about a guy! I don't know why you feel compelled to do these things to me! it never goes well and something embar—"

"Ms. Smoak?" A voice cut in from behind Felicity.

She glared at Caitlin hard, ignoring the suggesting smirk the woman shot back.

'Mother Frack!' Felicity though, turning slowly to see the person she knew belonged to the chipper voice.

It also happened to be the same guy that owned Palmer Technologies and was subsequently a billionaire. Hey no big deal, talking to the richest man in Starling was a piece of cake.

"Mr. Palmer!" Felicity smiled brightly, cocking her head to the side and hoping she managed to pull off confident.

"I thought that was you! You look lovely!" He charmed brightly, the dimples in his cheeks popping out with the width of his smile.

"Oh, thank you," she muttered, looking down at her dress and feeling a flush of embarrassment run across her chest. She certainly didn't feel worthy of the praise.

"Are you here alone?" He asked, gesturing around the empty space.

'What?!' Felicity whipped her head back, seeing that Caitlin had sipped away before Ray had noticed her. 'Im going to kill her!' She thought franticly, smiling nervously at the man in front of her. It wasn't that she didn't like Ray, he was plenty nice enough and could hold a conversation well, but he was too persistent for Felicity, and she found herself just a little uncomfortable around him at times.

"Oh um, no, I," She started, not knowing what she was supposed to say and feeling like this had all been a disaster from the minute she walked in the door. No, from the second Caitlin, the traitor, had convinced her to come.

Luckily, or unluckily, Ray didn't let her suffer for too long, smiling and offering her more directly, "Would you like to acco—"

"Excuse me."

A deep voice interrupted him suddenly and both Felicity and Ray turned simultaneously, seeing who the intruder could be.

Felicity felt like she was socked in the solar plexus.

Ray might be the richest man in Sterling, but this stranger, he was the most attractive. Felicity was still as her eyes locked onto two piercing blue orbs, staring back with intent, a burning promise of something wicked in them. He was a rugged man, his jaw was firm and a shadow of beard decorated the hard lines, it was stubble she wanted to run along her body.

It was a burning thought.

'Holy Cow.' She thought to herself, seeing the epitome of man standing in front of her, his presence a force she could swear she felt in her body. 'Jeez Felicity get yourself together! Do not drool in front of this man! Be an intelligent woman!' She berated, unable to form the actions to her will.

If he would just stop looking at her like that.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" Ray suddenly broke from the side, and Felicity felt a flash of guilt for forgetting that the CEO was still standing there. He was literally just about to ask her out again, and she had forgotten he was there. That was a new low even for her, but even as she thought that her eyes were trailing back towards the man standing in front of her, feeling a jolt going down her spine as her eyes locked with his again.

She couldn't say she'd ever felt so aware of someone before.

'Woah, he is really intense,' The thought sent a thrill through her body. She wasn't normally like this and she didn't know if she should take a step back or lean in.

It was all really overwhelming.

Without taking his eyes from her own the stranger spoke up, the words like a caress on her body.

"It's Oliver."

Felicity could do Oliver.

At his raised brow and small lit to the corner of his mouth Felicity knew she'd just spoken aloud, and with the mortifying realization a hot blush started creeping up her neck. There was only one thing left for her to do, and that was open her mouth in a habit she couldn't control and thoroughly embarrass herself more, "Not do-do! More like, oh that'll do! Not that I wouldn't do you! I mean why would I do you? I don't know you! Not that I wou—oh sweet belly burger stop talking in three, two, one." Felicity finally finished, unable to look at the man in front of her and gapping at the floor.

What the hell had she just done?!

An awkward cough pulled Felicity's attention to an uncomfortable Ray, and with a disheartened wave he gestured to another group away from them, "I'm just going to go, it was nice meeting you Oliver." And like that he was gone, leaving Felicity to her own embarrassment. She could feel bad about her behavior towards Ray later, the man in front of her consuming her every inhibition at the moment.

"I'm sorry." Felicity apologized with a bashful smile, feeling her cheeks burn bright as he smirked back with a shake of his head and a step forward that suddenly had him in more personal space than she'd anticipated, the small patch of air between them turning electric.

She would never admit to anyone how her breath had caught in her throat, his height causing her to look up at him, her throat drying at the heated gleam in his eye.

This was crazy.

She had never been this kind of person, felt this type of connection with someone so quickly. It was like she knew him for so long and was already eager to explore everything he had to offer her. It was insane to think something like that could even be real and she tried to take a calming breath, her lungs filling with his scent and making her head fuzzy. He smelt like the woods, pines and cedar inviting her to play in his forest. It was a scent she could wrap her body around and be content till the end of time.

She wasn't aware of his hand coming up, but the sudden cupping of his large appendage around the back of her head had her heart picking up and her senses sharpening to every point he touched.

"I've been looking for you," he told her quietly, bringing his face forward and tilting her head slightly to the side. She reached out to steady herself, feeling him shudder as her fingers found their perch against the massive expansion of his hard chest. He was as solid as he look, and his body heat practically scalded through his clothes to get to her fingers.

Felicity could not believe how lost she was becoming to this man.

She knew nothing about him and he was already able to consume her, distracting her from the world around them. She didn't even stop to wonder what they looked like—two strangers taking it too far within seconds of meeting each other.

The thoughts of opinions and strangers were dashed from her mind in an instant as she felt his breath puff again the bare expansion of her neck.

"I could never forget that," he said into the space softly, and though she didn't know what he was talking about, she knew she would never forget this either.

He took a small step away and looked down at her, letting his eyes burn a trail down her body and she felt like if he touched her she might actually burst into flames. She gasped sharply and yanked her hands away as if she'd been burned, talking a half step back and feeling things go wrong quickly as the tip of her heal caught against the extended fabric of her shoe and twisted the foot back, sending her spiraling down faster than she understood what had happened.

As her world tilted and her gasp turned into a surprised eep she said a silent prayer that she could fall as gracefully as possible.

But the moment of impact never came, and it took her a second longer to realize why. The very attractive, and fast, Oliver had stepped into her space the moment she had stumbled, securing one hand around the back of her elbow and the other around her waist, pulling her up and close quickly.

The breath escaped her lungs in a surprised and heated rush, her hands clasping the slope of his shoulders intimately, their faces inches apart.

Felicity didn't know what to do. She didn't move, she couldn't even tell if she was breathing. It was a molten burn between them and all she wanted to do was run her hands forward and down his chest, testing how hard his lines were and how far they traveled.

She cleared her throat at the thought and smiled at him quickly, patting his shoulders to get him to let go.

Oliver stared at her a moment longer before slowly releasing her, his hands trailing along her body teasingly.

When she was finally steady she felt a little less lightheaded. "I'm sorry about that, I'm usually more graceful." and she typically was. It was just Felicity Law, the power of making herself look like a fool in any scenario.

"Don't worry about it. I can catch you again." He flirted and Felicity felt her heart flutter and had to quickly stop the nervous giggle from escaping her throat.

"Uh, thanks." She finally got out, not knowing what to say and too afraid to move from the simple word. The last thing she needed to do right now was to talk to fill the space. Who knew what would come out of her mouth then.

"What's your name?" He asked, his eyes haunting her, ready to devour whatever she gave him.

He leaned closer as she parted her fuchsia lips, her name almost inaudible. And though it was softly spoken between the two, if almost felt like a deal was sealed. The air thickened, a snapping in her very soul catching, the feeling of home warming her heart.

"It's Felicity."

Oliver leaned closer and raised his hand to her cheek, and unable to help herself she felt her eyes slide close, knowing without him saying what he was about to do.

"It's nice to meet you Felicity," he whispered a hairs breath from her lips, lightly slanting his own over hers before she had time to process anything.

It was the kiss that would forever go down in her book as the best of her life.

It was an introduction, light and brief but filled with the promise of more and a lingering tingle she knew would echo in her bones for hours to come.

It was brief and over before she could really enjoy it, her mind humming from the high she felt.

"Do you know me?" Felicity asked softly, she'd never seen or heard of Oliver before and he seemed so sure of who she was, and how she'd react to him too.

"From a feeling," Oliver said after a moment and Felicity smiled with a small giggle, it was a pretty cheeky pick up line. But he wasn't going to need a lot of lines with her.

'Get ahold of yourself,' she reprimanded again, wondering where this cavalier attitude was coming from. A strange tickle at her ankle had her looking down, groaning softly as she saw just another conundrum to her evening. Her poor bat shoes were apparently unable to handle the sharp twist of her almost fall earlier, the tension snapping her strap off. That meant she was going to be hobbling out of here. It would really only be fitting for the end of her evening.

Oliver must have been able to read her soured expression because he reached out, gasping the back of her elbow again and suddenly having all of her attention.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, looking down and seeing what she was muttering about.

"It's nothing bad, my strap just broke and I wont be able to leave here as gracefully as i entered." jShe jokingly replied, waving his concern off like it was nothing.

Oliver stared at her feet a moment longer before looking around then room and then back at her, a small smile lighting his face.

"I know we just met but if you could trust me I could get you out without anyone noticing." He seemed a little excited to her but she couldn't help but grin back at the infectiously light tone.

"My dignity is in your hands fair knight." She giggled, clasping a hand over her mouth to muffle her surprised yelp as he bent down and picked her up bridal style, his body suddenly moving in a way that made her dizzy and slipped silently onto an opened terrace successfully evading every eye in the room.

Felicity was laughing as he put her down, rounding with wide eyes and smiling at him, "how did you do that?" She questioned excitedly, her adrenaline rushing and heart pounding.

This man was like a shot of caffeine to her system.

She then noticed their next issue.

"Well, as fun as that was, it looks like theres no where to to from here." Felicity told Oliver, impressed by his ninja smooth moves to slip out of the door, but having to concede that they were on the second floor with the entrance and exit at their backs.

"There is a way to to from here," Oliver said while patting the ledge, holding his hand towards Felicity.

She laughed and paused, the first touch of dread creeping in. "Oh, no, your serious? Oliver were pretty far from the ground, I think its okay for me to walk out barefoot."

Even as she was explaining the alternatives to him, and why they were alternatives she'd deal with later, Oliver was stepping towards her, his smile still in place, urging her to continue trusting him.

"Felicity, I wont let anything happen to you." He assured her, taking her hand gently.

She was unsure, obviously. It wasn't every day a stranger asked you to jump off a building with him. He was an admittedly hot stranger whom she was also just kissing, but he was still asking her to trust him and jump off a building.

She must be certifiably insane because in the next second she was saying okay, finding her senses and body wrapped back around him as he urged her to hold on tight and hooked his arm under her legs again, pulling her closer than appropriate and catching her eyes with his own.

He smirked and without warming they were sailing over the ledge, the ground safely under his feet before the startled scream could even rip through her throat.

Felicity did jump up and out of his arms quickly though, spinning around and glaring at the man who had just jumped off the balcony! Jumped! And landed on his feet!

Like a cat!

"More like a dog actually," he said and Felicity stopped, looking at him in confusion.

"A Geas-bound Wolf to be exact." he supplied at her lost look.

Felicity felt her eyes widening. He was a Geas Wolf! They were so rare their very existence was more myth than fact, and Felicity didn't know what it was—it could have been the two story jump—but her first reaction remarkably wasn't disbelief. If anything it peaked her interest.

This man was already a mystery she wanted to wrap herself around, and this added to the find.

She had to learn everything she could about him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, unable to think of anything else to say. Here they were, hidden in the shadows of the large estate calmly discussing mythological creatures like it was completely normal. Apparently that might not be too far from the truth either.

"I was looking for you." He told her slowly, his expression flickering uncertain for the first time that evening.

"Why?" She asked, he already said he didn't know her.

"Because you're my mate."

Felicity Smoak knew nothing in her life would ever be the same. She didn't know how, but she knew it would forever be altered.

But that didn't mean she would just go willingly.

"Excuse me?!"