Page 25 of Demon Rejected

“Don’t." My lips were so close to her skin. I could almost taste her, have her scent roll on my tongue.

“I changed my mind. I want to leave."

As I released her hand, she took three steps back. The force I needed to calm myself probably made me look upset.

“I can bring you to town next week. I’ll meet with a colleague from Shifter Nation. If you want, you can keep training with him. I will sleep in the other cabin starting tonight."

I turned my back to her and walked away. My blood was boiling. We had no chance to work well together.

* * *

Scarlett

“Damn man, damn ass, who does he think he is?"

Matt stormed away and just left me there. The spot where he touched me still burned. He could not accept that I was joking. But was I joking? For a second, as I remembered how I moved my hips on his back, there was something about him. That got me all dizzy.

I walked inside to lay down. The bed and the room smelled like Matt. My flirting was rude. I should stop, probably, but damn, it was so hard.

As the hours passed, I started to feel miserable. For the first time, I felt this was a good place for me, and I blew it. I fucked it up. Fuck. I should do something that wasn’t making me happy, but it felt right.

I tied my hair tied back into a bun and wore a hoodie over sweats. Matt had many hoodies and sweats around the house. I assume if you’re a shifter, you go for comfy stuff.

The door creaked, and the night already took control over the sky. This night was dark, and all I could see was the fire burning inside the other cabin.

Matt probably heard my footsteps because he opened the door before I had a chance to knock.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Well, that started great. Matt’s heart was open, and he looked as sad as I felt.

“I want to apologize, and I’ll take things seriously. I want to train with you." He nodded so slowly that the moment felt like hours. “Let’s try it and see how it goes. If you are serious about it."

“Yes, dead serious."

“Good. I’ll see you in the morning. I’m tired. You should sleep too."

“You’re right. It’s late. Good night, Matt."

I turned and walked back to the cabin. The cold air cleared my head. The moon showed itself in the night sky as my heart started to feel lighter. I couldn’t bear the idea that Matt thought poorly of me, no matter how much he annoyed me. He is the first shifter I met, and he risked his life to save me. I can be serious and train hard. I’ll turn in serious Scarlett and ignore the heat that floated between us even though it was crazy and amazing. Maybe it’s a wolf thing. He’s one, and I assume I’m a wolf, too, and our shifter sides feel the attraction. Will it be the same with all the guys that are wolves?

As soon as I knew he was giving me another chance to teach me and control the fire and my inner wolf, I hit the pillow and fell asleep.

The scent of coffee woke me before the break of dawn. My eyes popped open and my hand reached toward the cup of coffee. The delightful dark liquid hit my taste buds and helped me get up. I slipped into the sweats that I prepared the evening before and walked outside. The cracking sound of Matt splitting wood attracted my attention.

“Hi, thanks for the coffee."

He dropped the axe and turned toward me. Damn, he wore only a pair of distressed jeans and no shirt. His muscles were so ripped. My mind was slipping again. No, no, no.

Matt only nodded. “Let’s start. Run a few laps around the house. Let’s see what shape you’re in.”

“Run, ugh."

“Scarlett?" His look froze me.

“Okay, okay. How many laps?"