  Liam Farley, Portland's number one rogue. Liam Farley the murderer that killed the Sun pack. Liam Farley, the most dangerous rogue in Portland - Non the less, America. Le'ts not forget a murderer!

  

      And here I am, letting him hold me close in his arms, although I doubt he would hurt me. Still, I stumble back, the water sloshing at the back of heels.

  

      He tilts his head at me, looking like a animal examining his prey. I truly feel like his prey at the moment. "You said you wouldn't run."

  

      "That was before I knew you were a murderer," I spat and backed away, swiftly, I go pounding out of the water in a effort to run away from this psycho, but he doesn't allow it.

  

      He catches me and presses his chest against my back, making me feel the rippling muscles. "You know if you run, I'd just catch you. Always."

  

      Something about his words make me shi

  They all quiet down once they see me and Adam. I release the grip I had on Adam's arm and start towards my house. Adam, of course, trails after me. "Did you see anything out there?"

  

      "Out where?" I play dumb for the sake of Liam. Even though I may not be pleased Liam's my true mate, I still don't want anything to happen to him. I might have just met him a few minutes - Feels more like hours - ago I was determined to protect him. Because I cared about his well being, whether I wanted to or not.

  

      "Out at the lake. There was this.. scent. A werewolf. A rogue, even."

  

      I stop immediately, causing Adam to bump into my back. I turn and face him, narrowing my eyes at him. "Nothing was out there, Adam. Drop it."

  

      "Why are you being so defensive about it, then?" He pries and at the moment, I feel like punching his face in.

  

      "Excuse me if I'm not 

  It's when the intoxicating scent meets my nose. It smells like.. Pine trees and something else I can't detect. I can tell right away it's a male. A very, very big male.

  

      I turn, slowly and come face to face with a chest. A very muscly one at that. My eyes travel up from his chest, the muscles he bares seems to go on forever. He's huge. In every single way and form. He towers over my 5'6 for so easily. He's 6'5 by what I can tell.

  

      He could snap in freaking half if he wanted. But he doesn't. Something screams at me. My body? My mind? I'm not sure.

  

      My eyes meet his straight away.

  

      His eyes. Sea green eyes. Eyes of a killer.

  

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      Mate - That's the word that screams at me just by gazing at him.

  

      For a minute, I just stand. Watch him. I'm not even sure I breathe because I'm so shell shocked. My mind seems to be racing at a hundred miles a minute. The only thing that sticks out from the clutters of thoughts is the colour of his eyes. It's the only thing I can focus on.

  

      My eyes trail further across his features. I find myself rapidly looking all over him, drinking in every part of him. I rush to examine every inch of exposed skin. His chiseled jaw, his five o'clock shadow, his perfect, slightly tanned skin. To his lips. His thin, but very kissable lips. Even his stance seems to have me fascinated. His muscles are constantly bunching, with every move he makes he flexes involuntarily. I can see him clenching his fist at his side. As if he's holding himself back. But from what? Killing me?

  

      I step back once I realize what I'm dealing with. He looks familiar. So familiar. Not to mention deadly.

  

      Who is he? I rake my brain for anything that leads me to revealing who he is. Nothing. But would you be able to focus with a guy this handsome in front of you?

  

      "Well aren't you a small little thing," He smirks down at me, noticing how small I am compared to him. I literally have to bite my lip from letting out a dreamy sigh at the sound of his voice.

  

      But I'm supposed to be feeling insulted, right? He had just called me small. And a thing.

  

      I mange to direct a pointed look at - more like up - at him. "I'm not a 'thing' I'm a person. Also, don't small and little have the same definition? That's quite a range of vocabulary you have, giant big thing."

  

      He chuckles, It's almost as sexy as his voice, if not, more. "And that's quite a attitude you have." He steps closer, getting right back in my personal space.

  

      Oh god, how could I forgot how big he is? He could kill me! And here I am smart mouthing him. Talk about a death wish.

  

      I cower back and glance back once I feel the sole of my shoe get wet. I notice that I'm standing in the lake by now.

  

      I turn slowly back to the man before me and notice just how close he's standing. So close that I can feel the body heat that emanates off of him. I tilt my head upward at him, seeing him watching me the way I was doing to him minutes before.

  

      The moonlight catches his face, allowing me better to get a look at him. It especially lights up a scar on his face. A scar directly above his eyebrow. How the hell did he get that scar? I think. I start to conjure up horrible scenarios of how it could have happened. I push it all away immediately.

  

      He reaches out, almost hesitantly, before resting his hand on my face. His finger tips grazing my cheek bone. Just by that small touch, I can feel tingles run through all out of my body. It causes me to let out a shaky breath, but I don't move. "Do I make you nervous?" He asks, in a heated whisper, his hand traveling to my neck.

  

      I swallow and shake my head, though my mind begs to differ. And so does my body. I tremble almost pleasurably under his touch and lean into him.

  

      He chuckles, running his hand over my shoulder to the small of the back where he abruptly shoves me towards him. "Then you clearly don't know how I am."

  

      "I know you look familiar. I just.. can't seem to think clearly enough to realize it." I mummer, glancing up at him. I watch the curve of his lips turn up into a smile.

  

      "Can't seem to think clearly, eh? Am I distracting you?"

  

      "No," I answer shakily.

  

      He laughs at the obvious lie. "What's your name?"

  

      "What's yours?" I counter.

  

      "I asked first."

  

      "'I asked first'? What are we, five? Just tell me what your damn name is." My voice a lot stronger then before. I seem to be regaining my senses, since I start to wiggle my way out of his arms. His strong, strong arms. Not to mention his li-

  

      Focus, Ronnie, focus! This guy can be a murderer! He probably is. He looks like he was built to kill with all that muscle of his.

  

      He ran a hand through his golden brown hair, ruffling it slightly before letting out a little sigh. "I'll tell you, if you agree not to run."

  

      I pause for a moment before answering, "Okay," I nod, though I highly doubt I'll end up staying. I have a feeling I'm not gonna like what he's about to say.

  

      "Liam," He murmurs and seems to grip me tighter in his arms, truly scared I'll run. "Liam Farley."

  

      Liam Farley. Liam Farley. Liam Farley. The name screams itself over and over in my mind. The name is familiar. I search his face for a matter of seconds, before it hits me.

Liam Farley, Portland's number one rogue. Liam Farley the murderer that killed the Sun pack. Liam Farley, the most dangerous rogue in Portland - Non the less, America. Le'ts not forget a murderer!
  
      And here I am, letting him hold me close in his arms, although I doubt he would hurt me. Still, I stumble back, the water sloshing at the back of heels.
  
      He tilts his head at me, looking like a animal examining his prey. I truly feel like his prey at the moment. "You said you wouldn't run."
  
      "That was before I knew you were a murderer," I spat and backed away, swiftly, I go pounding out of the water in a effort to run away from this psycho, but he doesn't allow it.
  
      He catches me and presses his chest against my back, making me feel the rippling muscles. "You know if you run, I'd just catch you. Always."
  
      Something about his words make me shiver. It's because I know he truly means it. Always.
  
      "Is that a threat?" I hiss,

Chapter 7