You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 47
“How much training have you had?” Khaos voice came through the mind-link, startling me from my thoughts. I cocked my head at him, silently asking how he did that.
“It's a gift, little one. An Alpha has enough power to project to almost anyone, his mate included. If you concentrate hard enough, you'll be able to get through to me too. Or I could always have my way with you now, completing our mating and giving you the pack link?”
I stuck my tongue out at him, ignoring his second question as I tried to concentrate on projecting my thoughts to him. I chuffed in frustration when Khaos gave me no sign that he had heard me. Thank the Goddess we were too far away from my mother for her to pick up on this link. I frowned, giving it another attempt but the same thing happened. I shook my head and whined, feeling completely hopeless.
“Relax,” Khaos' voice felt almost like a caress as he whispered into my mind. He brushed up gently against the right side of my body, circling me to repeat the action on my left and then nuzzled his nose into my neck.
His scent surrounded me, filling my nose with its intoxicating fragrance. I breathed it all in heavily, feeling instantly calmer. I adored moments like this, no one else got to see this side of him. No one knew that this beast of a wolf, this jealous, possessive, fierce, often angry man had such a sensitive, warm, patient side to him.
My wolf purred her pleasure.
“Try again, little one. Just picture me and only me. Let the words flow, concentrate but don’t overthink it. It's no different from talking. Your wolf may be the one in physical control, but you're still in there, Violet, and I'm still right here.”
“Khaos?” I whispered hesitantly and saw his head cock to the side, finally hearing me.
“Khaos! I did it!”
“That's my girl. Now come on before the night is over.”
He nudged me with his nose, repeating his earlier question regarding my hunting capabilities.
“None,” I responded bitterly. “My mother didn't approve of women hunting, that's not our job. I got some small combat training from--”
“For the love of the Goddess, do not say Logan.” Khaos huffed, stepping away from me
“I had no idea you were the jealous type, Khaos!” I laughed, “no, it wasn’t from Logan. It was the pack you attacked last… I told you I had friends there. The alpha always made sure that he kept my mother distracted so that I could do something that didn’t involve my appearance. I can throw a punch, but as far as anything else goes regarding my wolf? I suck.”
“Do you want to change that?” He replied simply.
“It's an option?”
“It's of no consequence to me, little one. We live in modern times. If you want to hunt, I'll teach you, if not... well, I doubt you'll starve, you'll get all your meals from the packhouse. Although you will miss out on an amazing part of your wolf if you decide not to do this.”
“No, I'd like to. If you're willing to teach me, I'll be a star pupil.”
Khaos was true to his word, he taught me how to hunt very matter of fact. There was gentle patience within him, but for the most part, he treated me as though this was an everyday occasion, growing angry with me when I made silly mistakes and nodding his approval when I succeeded.
There was no gushing of praise and no sugar coating my abilities, which was a strange thing to me. Everything I had ever done had been the biggest thing in my pack.
Looking back, I saw how insanely spoiled and pampered I had been. Khaos didn’t work that way. He wouldn’t pretend I had conquered Everest when in reality, I was doing something all wolves should know how to do. It made me work all the harder- wanting the compliment from him more than anything, craving his feedback both positive and negative, knowing it would be me that earned it and not because I was the daughter of the Alpha.
I smelled the deer before I saw it, detecting it a mile or so to the east. Khaos’ ears pricked at the same moment, letting me know I was on the right track. I stuck my nose to the ground, inhaling deeply to pick up a stronger scent. Khaos watched, saying nothing as I followed the trail, circling back with me as I made a mistake and had to start again. I just knew that he already knew the exact location of the deer, and that pissed me off.
I tried to remember what he taught me and applied myself more thoroughly. The next time I scented the ground, I closed my eyes, shutting off my other senses. I followed the scent, slowing my pace, reminding myself not to rush lest I spook my target.
It wasn’t long before I heard the sounds of the deer’s hooves as it padded along the meadow. I opened my eyes, keeping my body low to the floor. I slithered on my belly, blending in easily with the yellow grass. I deliberately