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come to realize that I only wanted to do so if Anzel was with me.
“Anzel.” I gripped his hand as he started back towards the wagon.
“You’ll be okay.” He patted my hand gently and he had a kind look in his eyes. “I trust Jules…” He nodded his head over at the innkeeper. “He won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
“Thank you.” I raised up on tip toe and pressed my lips against his. A few ladies passing the street stopped and glanced at us scoldingly.
“People in these parts aren’t too partial to outward gestures of affection.” Anzel said. “You might want to remember that if you don’t want a bad reputation.”
“I will.” I muttered. I really wanted to ask him what I had done that made him send me away. Was it because I had gone into the forest although he had warned me about the dangers? Pride seemed to stop me from asking, from begging him to give us a chance.
“Good girl.” He climbed onto the wagon and glanced down at me.
“Wait!” I yelled and he scrunched up his face as I raced back into the Inn my hair flying and several persons staring at me as if I had gone completely insane.
“Careela…” Jules eyes widened as I hurried behind his desk and popped his rose from the vase behind him.
“I’ll pay for it, I promise.” I said racing back outside and hoping against hope that Anzel had not left.
“I…I wanted to give you this.” I held up the single rose towards him; he was sitting on the wagon his face set. He raised a questioning eyebrow.
“I went looking for one in the forest, that night…that night…” I still found it hard to speak of it. To speak of the fear and of the moment when everything between Anzel and I had changed.
“You were looking for a rose?” He seemed incredulous.
“You said they were all around. You could find them easily, but I didn’t. I looked and looked and then…” My voice trailed off again.
“Carrie…” He voice cracked as he slipped off of the wagon and gathered me into his arms, his lips crushing mine with his hard and passionately.
“I thought you were running away from me.” He said; he sounded breathless when he drew away.
“I…” I threw my arms about his neck and hugged him tightly. “I would never run from you, I love you.”
He was kissing me again and the fact that a small crowd had started to gather around us went completely over our heads. When he drew away he was laughing.
“So?” I stared at him pointedly. “You still want me to stay here?” I asked.
He didn’t answer he was swinging himself back onto the wagon and pulling me along with him.
“Anzel!’ Jules was rushing out of his Inn yelling at us.
“Don’t worry Jules. We’ll be back another time…” Anzel yelled but the wagon was already tearing its way towards our home.
“Will we? Will we go back to the town?” I asked a sense of excitement filling my heart.
“Yes.” Anzel was still grinning. “There’s lots of things and places for you to see.” He slid his hand onto my leg and I covered it with both of mine.
“I’m looking forward to that.” I admitted. “But I’m looking forward even more to seeing those places with you.”
He stopped the wagon suddenly and I lurched forward, his hand gripped me holding me in place.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming this.” He said.
“Dreaming what?” I asked.
“Dreaming that you really want me, that you want to stay with me, that you want to be my…wife, forever.”
“I do, forever and forever shall not be long enough.” I said earnestly. When he pulled me into his arms I melted against him happily trading kiss for kiss and silly words of love for silly words of love.
“I’m sorry I was hard on you.” Anzel said.
“I wasn’t sure what I had done wrong.” I confessed.
“You did nothing wrong.” He kissed me again. “You’ve been nothing but perfect.” He slapped the reigns and we started to move off again.
“Oh…” I glanced at Anzel as he spoke. “For the record, I traveled a day’s journey as my wolf to find that one rose I brought you.” His face was red as he spoke and I knew it was difficult to admit. “I wanted to impress you but I didn’t want you to know how difficult it was to find the rose. I didn’t want you to know how much trouble I had gone to in order for you to like me.”
“My darling Anzel. Such a strange mixture of personality.” I said softly. “But I love them all.”
There was much to learn still of Anzel and his life style, I loved him but I never doubted that there would be challenges, but I was ready to face them.

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Chapter 9

Chapter 9
We were home by nightfall and Anzel went straight to putting away the horses, feeding them, cleaning up and fetching water for my bath. By the time he had returned to the house I had cooked dinner and was awaiting him.
“Smells good.” He said.
“Thanks.” I walked up to him still feeling a sense of nervousness and pressed my lips to his cheek gently. It would take some time for me to fully accept that he was mine.
“I’ll go wash up.” I hurried into the bedroom; cleaned up and came back to find Anzel setting the table.
“I’ll finish.” I said; he nodded and sat down. I could see from the way he was glancing about he was unaccustomed to being looked after.
“You should get used to it.” I said.
“To what?” He asked waiting politely until I picked up my utensils before digging in.
“Being looked after.” I said. He grinned.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Very.” I muttered and shoveled a forkful of food into my mouth.
“Should I say sorry?” He asked.
“I like the way you look after me.” He was blushing as I said it. “I guess I enjoy doing the same for you.”
“Tonight…” He seemed hesitant and then he stuck a forkful of food into his mouth.
“What?”
“Tastes good.” He muttered.
“That’s not what you were going to say.”
“Tonight…” He hesitated again and stuffed another forkful of food into his mouth. I sighed heavily.
“Tonight…” Whatever he was trying to tell me seemed to be fighting him and I could feel a knot begin to form in my stomach. “Tonight, I want us to mate…completely.”
I laughed.
“We’ve already…” I bobbed my head to insinuate sex. “What else is there?”
“Werewolves…” He stuffed another forkful of food in his mouth and I made a face at him. He was becoming very tiring.
“Sorry.” He half smiled at me. “This is hard for me. It’s like we’ve gotten over our human differences and now I feel like I’m introducing a whole new problem.”
“Problem?” I had given up on eating, I had made up my mind I wanted to be with Anzel and the idea that they could be a problem was very disheartening.
“Werewolves mate for life.”
“So do humans.” I said.
“We live for hundreds of years. If you die, they can never be anyone else for me.”
“Oh.” I wrinkled my nose at that thought. “I shall try not to die too soon then?” He laughed.
“It would help if you were like me…a werewolf.”
“But I’m not.” It was pretty obvious but I felt it needed to be said.
“I know that.” His voice was a little gruff like the old Anzel, but I had learnt not to take the tone too seriously.
“So what would you have me do?” I persisted.
“If a werewolf bites a human without killing them, they become a werewolf.” Anzel said.
“Oh.”
“That’s all you have to say?” He asked.
“O..kay.”
“What does that mean?” Roughly. He cleared his throat. “Sorry.”
I picked up the plates and started to scrape the ends into the garbage.
“I want to be with you.” I said. He stood up and hurried over to my side.
“The first night I found you in the forest and I touched you, my wolf knew that you were meant to be my mate. And when you cut yourself and my saliva healed it I knew for sure that you were the one.” Anzel said.
“When I was hurt, you nursed me back to health.” I whispered.
“My body is your medicine Carrie. We belong together. Hundreds of years together will never change the way I feel about you. But unless you’re like me you won’t feel the connection as strongly as I do.” He said.
“I feel the connection mighty strongly already.” He turned me about to face him and I slipped the plates on the nearby counter. His lips brushed against mine.
“I won’t force this, but I’m asking you. I don’t want to live on without you. Be my werewolf mate.”
“I…” I trusted Anzel, there was much I didn’t know about werewolves but what I knew about Anzel; I was willing to trust this creature. “Yes.”
“Thank you.” His hands slipped below my knees and he lifted me into the air.
“The dishes…” I protested.
“We have many tomorrows to wash dishes.” He said and I nodded my agreement.
It was different tonight, tonight for the first time in our lovemaking we both allowed ourselves to be vulnerable.
It felt good to hold Anzel, to feel him deep inside of me and to know with every part of my being he belonged there.
“I love you.” Anzel’s hoarse voice whispered into my ears and my hands caressed his hair reveling in the joy that I had found.
“I love you.” I whispered back, the joy of being able to express our feelings taking us both to new heights. When his teeth brushed against my neck I stiffened momentarily.
“I won’t if…”
“No, I want us all the way.” I whispered and felt his mouth on my shoulder and then his teeth sink into my skin.
“Aaaaaahhhh…” The scream was involuntary.
“Forgive me.” He whispered and suddenly everything seemed to go dark.
“Anzel…” My fingers curled about his shoulders; holding