Roran smirked when she called him out for staring at her in public, "If I didn't stare then other girls wouldn't know my heart's already been thieved…" he teased her. His thumb brushed against her flushed cheek, "I'll be as tender as I can be," he promised her, placing a kiss on her cheek. Roran's eyes flickered up to watch her expression, enjoying the look on her face when her eyes closed, then reopened, innocence within them. "How often have you touched yourself in the dark of night, wishing for this?" he breathed against her ear. For him, it had been very often.<br/><br/>When the tip of his cock kissed the entrance of her cunt he felt her shiver, heard her call out his name. And then the alarm was sounded.<em>An attack?</em>The usually ever calm Roran looked concerned. Brows furrowed and instead of smile and tease Celeste about being afraid, he stood straight, pulling his pants up. "In my cabin," he ordered her sternly, not leaving much room for debate.<br/><br/>Roran hadn't taken his wolf form for days now so how? How could they signal having spotted a were? Grabbing his axe, he looked around the green surroundings as Celeste began to make her way to his cabin. Then he caught it-<em>that scent</em>. Something about it was familiar and all the same it was dangerous. There<em>was</em>another wolf and Roran knew<em>exactly</em>what it would want in his village. The only thing a wolf would dare cross into another's territory for- a mate. But not just any mate. One with witch's blood coursing through her veins. Celeste was<em>his</em>and he'd be damned if another were thought they were going to get their claws on her.