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Wolf's POV:

The Walk

Everything hurts. The constant pain has grown worse from the dull ache it was originally, slowly but surely growing hotter, crueller. I haven't been getting as many seizures lately, so I guess that's a good thing. Then again, that might be because of the non-stop pain. And I think I know why. Honestly, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out.

Over the past few weeks, I've felt the prison in which I safely secured all my emotions grow cracks and break apart. More and more my feelings have been leaking through. I'm smiling more, I'm scowling more, tears sting my eyes more. I've made a few attempts to reel them back in, to bring them back to that safe space, but, well, honestly they were pretty half-hearted. It's just felt so good to actually feel things! True, those feelings come with a fair dose of pain and even more weird looks from my schoolmates as they try to figure out what my deal is and what happened to that weird unresponsive guy from before, but still. Worth it.

Besides, even if I was fully trying to keep my emotions in check, I probably wouldn't succeed. Reason? Scarlet.

I stare at her as she walks beside me. She's smiling and her eyes are bright. She glances at me and a warm flush spreads across my cheeks.

"Were you staring at me just now?" She asks me mockingly.

I shrug, embarrassed at being caught.

Scarlet laughs and punches me lightly in the shoulder. "Don't be creepy!"

I rub the back of my neck. "Sorry."

She laughs again and increases her pace slightly so that she's walking ahead of me. The sunlight catches on her red curls, making them glow like fire and I sigh. What I wouldn't give just to gaze at her all day. To hear her laugh dancing through the air, to look into her warm brown eyes, to have her smile at me, to-

"Hey, can I ask you some personal questions?"
I blink, trying to rein in my wandering thoughts. "Oh, uh… sure."

Scarlet slows down so she's walking beside me. I stiffen as her fingers lightly touch the inside of my arm, gently tracing a thin white scar that stretches from my wrist to my elbow. Wherever the soft pads of her fingers touch, sparks of pain and pleasure dance beneath my skin.

"Where'd you get all your scars?" she asks, unaware of the change her mere touch created within me. "You avoid conflict at all costs. Well, you also avoid pretty much any human interaction, but you know what I mean."

I gulp, half-wondering how much I can tell her without sounding insane, and half-hoping that my voice will sound normal when I answer."When I was younger, I lived in a pretty rough place. Since I was bigger than most of the other kids, I got challenged to a lot of fights."

"And you actually accepted?"

"They would have attacked me anyway, at least I got time to steady myself if I accepted their challenge. Anyway, I got good at it eventually."

"Do you…" Scarlet hesitates, "like fighting? I saw the look on your face when you were fighting that wolf. It looked like you were enjoying it."

I huff out a breath. "It's hard to explain. I guess I sort of developed a kind-of enjoyment of it? But it's not like the enjoyment I get out of, say, a good book or something. It's more like my brain is forcing a fake happiness on me. If that makes sense." I finish lamely. I don't know how my brain works, that's just my closest guess. Or at least the one that doesn't make me seem like a psychopath.

Scarlet frowns. "I guess I understand. You might want to talk to your therapist about this."

I shake my head. "He signed up to get me to react to stuff, not to help me with my mindset on violence."

"Something tells me the police wouldn't be satisfied by that answer. Speaking of which, have you told them that you sort-of like fighting?"

I raise an eyebrow at her. "You want me to tell a bunch of police officers that I like hurting people?"

She giggles and laces her fingers with mine. Suddenly, I'm fighting to remember how to breath properly.

"Well when you put it that way…"

I'm not listening. I'm more focused of the warmth of her fingers pulsing into my hand. Stars, I hope my palm doesn't start sweating.

"Okay, new question! Why do you keep your real name a secret?"

I blink at her. "Um, I don't. Why do you think I do?"

Scarlet turns her face away, a sharp red blush growing rapidly on her cheeks. "Well, I actually asked some other students and they didn't know."

I grunt in surprise. "Guess they forgot. It has been a while since they've heard my real name. Really, the only people who call me it now are the police. Still, I didn't know they'd completely forgotten it."

"Okay, well, what is it?" Scarlet asks impatiently.

"Ze'ev." I tell her simply. "Ze'ev Kesley. The cops call me Z."

"Ze'ev." Scarlet mutters the name under her breath, as though feeling it in her mouth, before looking up and smiling at me. "I like it."

I grin, the compliment catching me by surprise. Usually when people learn my real name they start searching for nicknames that are easier to pronounce. Hearing that someone actually likes it… it's a nice feeling.

Suddenly, Scarlet's brow furrows with confusion and she tilts her head. It doesn't take me long to realise why.

Quickly, I turn my face away from her and press my lips together tightly. Not that it'll do much good at this point. I know how she'll react. And the thought is enough to hammer a chisel into my heart.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

I say nothing. Talking would mean opening my mouth, which would be a very bad idea right now.

Scarlet stops walking, forcing me to stand still beside her. She reaches for my face and I flinch away from her touch. As if that would be enough to deter her. The second time I feel her fingers brash against my lips, I don't resist as she gently tugs them apart, revealing my teeth. Actually, fangs would be more appropriate. Sharp, vicious, deadly fangs.

I see her eyebrows raise is surprise. "Huh. What big teeth you have."

"Very funny." I mumble, pulling out of her reach again.

"So you've got a tattoo and sharp teeth. Anything else I should know about? Like, a tail?"

She chuckles as I throw her a glare. "Relax, I'm kidding. They're just teeth, nothing to be ashamed of."

Okay, that definitely wasn't the reaction I was expecting.

Scarlet checks her watch, her smile melting into an irritated frown. "Your hour's almost up. You better start heading back to the station."

Oh, right. The cops gave me a time limit. I bite back an annoyed growl. I can just imagine all the jokes Scarlet would make if she heard me make a sound like that.

I open my mouth to apologise for having to leave so soon, but Scarlet smiling up at me traps the words in my throat.

"Wanna do this again sometime?" She asks.

"Y-yeah, that would be nice." I stammer out.

Her smile widens, and I feel my ears burn red.

She steps closer to me, and my breath catches. A mischievous glint enters her brown eyes. That is my only warning before she suddenly grabs my shirt and presses her lips to mine.

I can't breathe. I can't think. My heart is frantically jumping around my chest. The constant pain that follows me everywhere flares up to a torturous blaze of agony, burning through my chest, singing my lips and stinging my eyes. Everything hurts. Every part of me is screaming it's pain up to my brain, begging my attention.

But for once, the shrieks are muffled. For once the torment being enacted on my very cells seems like nothing more than background noise against the taste of Scarlet's lips and the smell of her hair.

Closing my eyes, I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer, kissing her back.

A/N: I think I speak for all of us when I say: FINALLY!

Wolflet is now canon in this story. But how will their relationship progress from here? Will Wolf's secrets ruin everything for them? And when will the Kaider, Cresswell and Jacinter kisses happen?

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