You think you're going to get past me?

I will guard her with my life! You will NOT pass!

The Night, like you, belong to me

If you're an Alpha, do you own the sky?

Welcome to the concrete jungle. Cara had thought coming to the city was running to safety. Anonymity purchased with the loss of open skies, waters unharnessed and broken familial ties was a painful necessity. The myriad smells of a thriving , bustling city would diffuse and erase her personal scent. She was free. Untraceable. Untrackable by her people's traditional methods.

She climbed the steps towards the rooftop of the office building. Her concrete sanctuary. Lunch hour was a small moment in time to relish the freeing experience of open skies and vast vistas. Granted, the towering heights and dipped valleys were buildings and intersections, but it was the closest thing to all that she'd left behind. The only time she allowed herself introspective "if only's "was in the safety of this solitude. Pushing with her back against the bar, she opened the metal door. She twisted her torso, wiggled to the side and tried to keep her balance while juggling her lunch in one hand and a soft drink in the other as she stepped away from the door.

Multitasking is a useful thing.

As she fumbled with the zipper on her lunch bag, she made her way unerringly to her usual spot that had a unhindered view of the hazy hills beyond the city. Mountains really. But so, so very far away.

The wind picked up just then and swirled about her. She breathed in the speaking zephyr. So many scents carried on the winds. So many tales to tell. In the city, many were unpleasant, but not all. Cara closed her eyes, lifted her head and scented. A pang of homesickness struck her heart. A new, yet familiar scent assailed her senses. She smiled. How wonderful it was, this feeling that accompanied such a vibrant sensation. It flashed heat through her body and made the hairs on the back of her nape raise in a deliciously sensual tingle. She'd never before had quite that reaction to her scenting and that puzzled her. Opening her eyes revealed a shock that froze her as surely if she'd been hit with a stun gun. Movement was impossible. Sound froze in her throat but her mind was screaming. "No! No! This can't be. I was safe!"

The focus of her horror slowly smiled in a feral way. Sharp canines hinted behind lips too lush for a predatory male. Sunlight glinted off his sunglasses hiding his eyes, but body posture said all. She didn't need to see the look of triumph and conquest. It was apparent in the way he sat on the concrete buttress facing her. Brawny legs spread wide for balance, naked arms akimbo with one fist resting on his leather clad thigh, powerful biceps flaunted. Shadows played on his chiseled chest , carressing the ridges and valleys of their firmness. Typical physical prowess showed in his shirtless ensemble. He slowly stood, reached up towards his sunglasses and took them off. At no time did his gaze leave her. She was rooted to the floor by its intensity. Folding his glasses, he placed them on the wall. He took one step towards her, possession in his stance. Facing her , all senses naked before her, his voice caressed and assaulted her ears.

"I will always find you."

Shock no longer held her prisoner, anger had freed her emotions. Her voice trembled in rage and confusion. "How did you find me? How did you even get here! This is my space, my place. You have no business here. None!"

His fine black eye brow arched in alpha superiority. His voice, deep as an abyss rumbled in dark amusement, " Cara, did you think you owned the sky?"

Is a picture worth a thousand words?

I awoke, but only to slit my eyes open just a fraction to take in my surroundings, realizing that I'm not waking where I had fallen asleep. My only clue is the vision in front of me. Or is it a nightmare of the maiden variety?

What to do? I spy skin not my own. Indeed, of no one that I know. I see the breadth of chest and sword. I'm not safe, this I realize with startling clarity. However, is he villain or protector? What manner of man would dare confront a lady in such a way? There's only one way to find out. One course of action that I can call my own. Open my eyes.

118 words...trifle short of the thousand. I wonder what else can come from just this tiny pic?

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First Test of the Spare

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