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chest, stopping just short of his belly button, ripping his shirt open in the process.
    Stepping backwards from the impact, he took of the shirt and tossed it aside. His pale, lean, muscled body seemed to glisten under the moonlight and for a second she paused to catch her breath. Catching sight of his half naked form. She swallowed as her eyes followed the claw marks down their path towards his belly button. Her eyes caught on the muscled 'V' that vanished into his trousers.
    She shook her head and raised her eyes to look at his face instead. He was looking at her, a peculiar, knowing smile on his face.
    Dammit. He'd caught her staring.
    What was wrong with her?
    She'd seen muscled men before. The pack was full of them. But there was something about Christoph. The way his long black hair fell over his face as he looked at her now. The way his lips stretched out in a smile over his immaculate dentition. The way the smile made his nose crink up ever so gently. The way the moonlight played on his pectoral muscles, giving them an ethereal sheen. Suddenly, she realised she longed to touch the velvety skin. Just to know how they felt.
    She realised the path her mind had taken and shook her head again.
    Something was definitely not right with her.
    "You okay?" he asked, the smile still on his lips. Taunting her.
    Was she? She wasn't sure . Had she ever been?
    "That was my favourite shirt you just ruined fur-face" he ventured again
    "Good" she managed to say simply. Then after a deep breath, "Wipe that silly smile off your face"
    "What smile?" he said, feigning ignorance and shrugging.
    She rolled her eyes and walked towards the discarded weapons. Picking up her saber, she sheathed it and smoothed down her clothes. He walked towards her and retrieved his blade and sheathed it as well, then together they walked towards a huge tree and sat down beneath it.
    "Don't do that again" she said suddenly after their silence had drawn on for a while.
    "Do what?" he asked, genuinely confused. The claw marks on his chest had healed leaving a slight scar.
    Werewolf inflicted injuries never seemed to heal quite completely. Their bites took longer to heal, while their claw wounds, healed a bit faster, but left behind some scarring.
    "You know what"
    "I really don't Keena"
    She turned sharply. This was the first time he'd ever used her name when talking to her. The look she saw on his face told her that he was equally flummoxed by his utterance. He looked at her and turned away immediately.
    "You were pulling your punches" she said then, temporarily over the surprise at his use of her name.
    "No I wasn't" he denied unconvincingly
    "Don't lie to a werewolf, bloodsucker. We can detect lies. Every single time" she retorted pointedly turning to look at him. "I mean it. Do not do it again"
    He returned her gaze, resisting the urge to ask if she meant he should not lie anymore, or pull his punches. Her yellow eyes seemed to look into his very soul with their intensity. His eyes wandered down to her full lips, pursed stubbornly as she stared at him waiting for him to acknowledge her request. Her breathing was slow and even and her ample breasts heaved and fell beneath the cloth.
    His awareness of their presence, especially at such a close proximity amazed him. His reaction to them amazed him even more.
    He caught himself barely in time and returned his gaze to her face. Her beautiful face. Her gaze had not wavered and he realised he was ogling.
    "Well" he began, clearing his throat "If I came at you with full strength, I could very well kill you" he explained, and she scoffed.
    "We both know it would take a lot more than a stupid punch to kill me. I don't want you giving me any preferential treatment because I'm a girl or something. I will not stand for it"
    "Where's all this coming from?" he asked simply, and she looked up at him again, wondering how it was that he could tell so easily that there was something more to her rant.
    "Nowhere. I just don't want