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Her alabaster skin was marred with many old scars and callouses that she received in her childhood. A warrior was meant to show their scars as of a means to share their stories with. However, none of the scars she had on her body were from traumatizing events, but one. The one scar that should have felt good, was the worst one. Even though she had a stab wound in her left thigh, it wasn't comparable to the mark he had left on her neck. She still feels the way he wrung her neck as he traced his fangs over it, he mocked her, teasing until his teeth plunged into the flesh. Her legs wobbled as blood began to flow from his mouth, losing her vision as he began to hoist her weak body by her shoulders.

"Ayame?" he snapped, drawing her back to the present moment. Her body quivered as he stood menacingly over her, his eyes narrowed. Her lips thinned as he moved closer, not particularly fond of their alarming proximity. Ayame fell ill, watching his eyes trace her body in a weird way. A fanged smile graced his features as his hands wandered her body, their silence grew hostile.

Ayame worriedly glances at him, catching a weirdly sexual vibe from him. His touch became sensual, his eyes softened. She caught a hypnotizing sort of look in his eyes as he began to smirk at her longingly, bending down to face her.

"I don't think you heard me, mate. Why do you stink like a human male?" his playful demeanor gone. Ayame flinched when he cupped her chin and moved in on her like she was just an average teenage girl in a romance play, like at the Kabuki theater. She would not be swayed by such amateur moves, Koga's hatred of her led her to become stronger, and more self-sufficient. It wasn't her issue that she didn't love the guy anymore, it was his fault and for once, he needed to take some overdue blame. Ayame felt her esteem rising.

She didn't overcome him, just to fall for him again. She was now a hardened warrior and a matured woman. Passionate green eyes snapped open, staring his mischievous blues down. Koga stepped back slightly and frowned at her. Ayame slapped his hand off her shoulder with a low growl, her confidence surged.

"I didn't do anything, Koga. I went around the marketplace." she snarled. Ayame felt a surge of bravado, knowing that it was going to be just now or never. "I should have known that you would never change. I was willing to go along with this, just to keep the packs united! You are an asshole. Kagome left you because she hates you! I hate you!"

Ayame looked him directly into the taller wolf's eyes, his face crestfallen. He struggled to find words, and so she ran out of the clearing, tears falling from her face. What had she just done, talking to Koga like he was a child? She had signed her death certificate. Her grandfather would scorn her, and the pack relations would grow tenser. Ayame allowed her legs to carry her back to her cave, not caring about the marks and bruises. She landed on her own pile of fur and found herself drifting quickly to sleep, her mind filled with nothingness.


Ayame felt a bigger presence behind her on her mat. She laid stiffly, trying to register what was behind her, without having to confront the subject itself. She felt Koga's body melt into her own and abruptly sat up, disturbing his sleep. Blue eyes fluttered open, taking in the sunlight and Ayame's alarming red mane. She stuttered to form words as he casually stood up and walked out of the cave, completely ignoring her.

'Okay...'

Ayame found herself putting out the dying fire. Its smoky air got caught in her lungs. It reminded of the Miasma that Naraku often used on common weak demons. Ayame felt her cheeks blush, imagining what had gone through Koga's mind. She normally was ignored by him, some nights, he spent with other she-wolves out of 'their' cave. Ayame smelt their scents in the morning after he stumbled back.

She ignored him, his business had nothing to do with her. Koga had actually seemed to be more present as of lately, his eyes always following her. It made her skin crawl because that meant he was up to something. Whatever he wanted, she hoped that it had nothing to do with her.

Deciding that she smelt too much of Koga and burnt wood, along with Adam's foreign perfume and his sweat, Ayame picks up a bar of scented lavender soap along with a pumice rock. When going to the women's communal baths, she felt at peace, no one would dare disturb her. They were a scared area and everyone would respect everyone else's privacy. Ayame hummed peacefully as she set out to the onsen, her mood light and airy. It was always the best part of her day. Ayame reached the wooden structure and opened the door with a smile on her face.

The steam wafted up, crawling up her legs. Ayame could already sense the tranquility was undisturbed, seeing as she was the first one. Ayame let the wooden door closed behind her.


Adam smiled widely, his gleaming face causing her to lightly blush. Ayame diverted her gaze from him, Koga's message still blared in her mind, screaming at her to not touch the western male.

"It looks really nice on you," he said, his broken Japanese slightly shining through. She noticed the way he spoke had jumbled the sentence structures. Not that she minded, it was rather charming and adorable. Unlike some of the natives wolfs in their pack, who had horrible grammar without any excuse. It was rather insulting to hear the foreigner speak better than many of the natives. She would offer to teach him more, in order for him to grow his trade. Adam had honestly been the first person she knew who wasn't nice to her for their own gains, despite him being her tailor she felt as if they were lifelong friends.

"Your Japanese is very bad." she laughed, Adam slightly looked down in playful shame. "I can teach you if you'd like to learn more."

"I'd love that," he said, staring at her with dreamy blue eyes. Ayame felt her heart leap from her chest, as he gave her a charming smile. Adam reminded her of the Koga she fell in love with all those years ago. Maybe, she didn't need Koga anymore...

Ayame swept up the cloth in its small wooden box. She gave Adam a small wave, before moving away. A soft sigh escaped her lips, now realizing that she would probably not ever see the merchant again. Koga would probably want to go to his home soon.

"Wait!" he called, "I have a gift for you."

Adam moved towards her, his face gleaming brightly as he held a long red ribbon in his hand. Ayame stiffened as he placed it around her neck, and began to tie it into an adorable bow. He finished it, making sure it covered the ugly mark, that not even the pack doctors could heal. Adam seemed to be the only one who saw a problem with the mark. It was so ugly. Her skin was a mixture of purple and red, swollen and oozing pus and blood. Other women in the pack sported clean twin holes, their presence small and unnoticeable. However, the simple sight of her own was unbearable. Koga hadn't ever said anything about it, despite her having to be hospitalized after.

Ayame felt a heavy blush emerge from her cheeks, as his warm breath lingered on her chest. Green eyes hopefully looked up at his own, seeing a beautiful man. Out of passion and inconceivable thoughts, she tiptoed, standing up to brazenly connect her lips to his. Widened blue eyes stared into wild red locks, as she pressed her soft lips against his. The blonde human was caught off guard by the kiss and confused. Ayame paused, suddenly ashamed of herself.

"I'm sorry." she whimpered. "I just...I'm an idiot. I won't bother you anymore."

Ayame picked up the box of clothing and fled from the scene, utterly embarrassed. That was no way for a future luna to act, it was ridiculous. The way she just abandoned all thought, like a child. Koga would have her head if he knew. Ayame disappeared beyond the woods, leaving Adam standing on the dirt road. His hands touching his lips, in shock. A slight smile graced his face, his intrigue in her rising.


Ayame felt her lips, his soft presence still there. Ayame shuddered, her mind raving for more. It had been so long she felt attracted to anyone. It felt great. Ayame fiddled with the fabric. She doused it with perfume. Hopefully, Koga wouldn't notice Adam's scent. His sense of smell was very sharp, but the density of the perfume wasn't light by any means. It was a really heavy rosemary odor. It completely blocked out the lavender scent of Adam. Ayame felt her heart thump at the mention of him.

Her mind betrayed her, for she was to go to the gathering with Koga tonight and have a few words with the other packs about the unification. Ayame shook her head and stood up, her eyes trained on the entrance of the cave, at which Koga sat with a few other wolves, talking away. The male's low voices echoed, but she didn't care for their conversation.

"Ayame." a voice ground out. "Are you ready."

"I've been ready for the last hour," she said, more chipper than usual. Koga looked at her oddly, a frown on his face. He knew something had to be up because of her expression. Ayame reverted to her usual bland attitude as she sat back on the cave floor, looking at the floor.

"What the heck are you wearing that for?" he playfully said, pointing at her. Ayame grew confused until she remembered the ribbon around her neck. Shit. She didn't wash it or anything. Koga gave his friends a wave goodbye, as they began to leave. His eyes gave a playful glint, one that she remembered from her childhood. When he focuses his attention back on her, he frowned and hardened his gaze.

"So, you think this is funny? Opening your legs for a human? Embarrassing me?"

Ayame felt threatened as his eyes met her neck. He looks at her neck and reaches for the ribbon, allowing it to fall to the floor of the cave. Ayame moves to pick it up until he stomps on the thin material, his eyes meeting the back of her head.

"Ayame." he slowly seethed, his voice dripping with rage and malice. "You'll get what you want, I wouldn't neglect my mate."

Ayame blinked, she hoped that there was some sort of misunderstanding. Koga hovered over her, wearing a simple tunic along with short trousers. His cloth style became more simplistic, losing all but the furs on his forearms and his shins. Ayame felt a hand reach for the clasp of her top, and she panicked, unsure of what to do. The hooks gave way as he quietly lowered his weight down, kneeling against the cold rock floor. Ayame, on her knees suggestively between his legs, flinched. The red-haired she-Wolff tried to move from their compromising position, but his steel grip on her now bare chest prevented her. Ayame felt slight whimpers escape her as he fondled her petite chest, slightly enjoying his ministrations.

" Ko-Koga. Stop it." she quietly begged, her voice low. He increased the pace of his hands, wandering down her body. Ayame felt his eyes on her. She felt herself drowning in his deceitful blues. Ayame looked to him with a look of panic.

"Not now, we have a meeting." she pleaded."His fangs traced over her skin, threatening her in the worst possible way. Ayame still doesn't catch his eye, but this time, she doesn't care about what he thinks. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his canines against her heated flesh, raising unwanted lust in her mind. Her mark responded euphorically to his fangs.

Koga carelessly grunted his response, eyes on her back, mesmerized by the paleness of it. He gave a sneer at her knees buckling down, much to his satisfaction.

"A-ya-me." he dictated, every letter said with more want than the last. "You've been teasing me lately." She felt herself shudder as his hands creased her nether regions, playing with her sanity. Biting her lip, she restrained herself. Ayame steeled her eyes and pried his hands from her vulva. No more would she be led around by him like cattle, docile and dependent.

"We have a meeting to get ready for." she reprimanded, her eyes set on his bare chest. She felt her throat dry up as she cast her hand back down to the ground, picking up the discarded ribbon; stuffing it into her pocket hastily as Koga stood from the ground and picked up his shirt. The older male looked at her oddly, eyes narrowed as he began to freshen up. Ayame saw as he intentionally stayed next to her, eyes set on her posture and coordination. She felt a sense of bliss, being the one in control.

Koga stood next to her, their steps in time as they walked through the forest silently. Ayame felt him attempt to slide his hand over hers, but quickly moved her hand to her thigh, not caring about whatever the pack would think if anyone had seen that. Let them gossip, it wasn't like she gave a damn. Koga gave her a dirty look out of the corner of his eye, but she ignored it, humming to herself as she focused her gaze on the beaten down weeds and the beauty of the wild plants, that were ignored by most. She felt herself slowly drifting, keeping her eyes on one side of the path. Koga had left her alone for the rest of the walk, although she could feel his anger searing through his flesh, seeping into her consciousness. An absent smile dawned on her features as she touched the ribbon in her pocket, thinking of how she would see Adam again.


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