SO, just a little foreword here, you're gonna get to see some of Colt's character here. Colt is a troubled soul. I imagine him with a deep, husky voice, piercing eyes, and ever so intimidating in an irresistibly, hyper-masculine way. When Nova is around him, she cannot help but feel the desire feelings for him because of how he pulls her in, and that he believes she is his destined mate. I will say that writing in the POV of a brute, when I'm not a brute is difficult. Please keep in mind that werewolf dynamics are different than human ones. They do not feel attraction like we do. Their version is much stronger, and things happen much faster. 

With this in mind, do continue reading ^~^

Also, the writer's block has been so real. Sorry.

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Nova's POV

'Spread my wings..'

'Houses I can look at if I'm interested'

Though it worried me, the idea of living on my own, it excited me in another way. I had always dreamed of living by myself when I lived with Susan. 

Seeing the Alpha was step one, seeing the agent is step two. The only thing Hendrix requires of me, in exchange for a house is simply to take up a job around the pack. Ana had already taken care of that for me. 

"Erik Norris - realtor" his card read. 

Before I could read anymore, I have to curse myself for failing to look up as I walk because I bump into someone's back.

Someone tall.

Someone muscular.

Someone who I could identify by smell alone, heavenly smell.

"Oh, sorry-" I mutter before meeting his eyes, before my mind even registered that it was him.

Colt Myers.

He smiles and runs his hand through his hair, "no worries," he rumbles. "Where are you off to?

"Since when are my whereabouts any of your business?" I look over my shoulder, inviting him to walk beside me until I can distract him. I was mostly playing with him, but I didn't want to have a repeat of the conversation of 'come live with me' again. I sensed that he liked being teased.

"You're telling me you didn't know it was me when you touched me?" His voice is husky and cocky.

No comment.

He waits until we're outside where very few, if any people are at this time of day and gets in front of me, forcing me against the wall with his arms on either side of me. This was familiar, but I wasn't afraid of him.

"It's my business since I've saved your ass.. how many times now?" He growls in my ear, sending chills through me. 

"Pfft.. don't pretend you don't love it," I push past him and continue on my way. With as stubborn as he is, I don't think I have a choice in whether he goes with me or not. 

"I'm moving out of Ana's. Hendrix offered me my own place to live in exchange for getting a job around here. I was looking at an agent's card when I bumped into you."

After a pause, he nods. "My dad was a contractor. He trained me to look for problems in houses. I couldn't let you go house hunting and choose a house that might fall apart," he shrugs. "Besides, that would be ungentlemanly."

I raise an unconvinced eyebrow.

"Come on. I'll drive us," he orders, offering me his hand which I take. I can feel his satisfaction when his hand closes around mine.

There are a few cars in sight, but his happens to be absolutely gorgeous. 

Am I drooling? 

I actually bite my lip upon seeing it. It is a sleek, black American muscle car.

"I want to say.. 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS," I nod, and he starts to say, "close, but-" and I cut him off with, "1970 Chevrolet Chevelle Malibu SS."

He nods with a smile and starts the car as I get in and close the door. The roar of the engine excites me like racing used to.

"I've always liked girls who know their way around cars," he chuckles and puts it into gear.

"Have you not found one?" I ask, hopefully pulling some information about the crazy chick Ana mentioned out of him.

"I'm looking at her," he says over the hum of the engine with his eyes on me.

He looks away before I can really start blushing.

"Are you ready to go for a ride, Nova?" He asks with a rev of the engine.

I hand him the card with the first address on it. He nods and mumbles something about knowing where it is, and speeds away with another rev of the engine, immediately picking up some serious speed. It forces joyous giggles out of me.

Colt's POV

Her sounds of happiness bring me to life. To know that they are induced by me pressing on the gas makes me even more happy. The more time I spend with her, the more I believe that she is, and has always been mine.

I stop in front of the first house and get out of the car. I can list two hands worth of problems from looking at it for ten seconds.

What the fuck are we doing here? Who in the hell thinks she deserves to live here?

Nova is already talking to the agent. I don't like the hormones I smell coming off him. I don't like the way he's looking at her.

I overhear her saying that she likes it as we go in. The list of problems doubles the moment I step in. 

Erik can't seem to keep his hands off her, touching her shoulder nudging her, staying one step behind her the whole time. I block him from getting too close to her while she observes a room. 

"Keep your filthy fucking hands off my mate," I growl at him and go back to Nova as he runs away with his tail between his legs.

"That's asbestos," I point to the corner she's looking at.

"What? Come on, Colt.. it isn't the cleanest place, but it isn't that bad."

I take her hand and lead her outside, pointing to things like foundation damage and a possible slab leak. 

Her upbeat disposition quickly turns into a frown.

"It's not that I'd be unwilling to fix this stuff for you, it's just dangerous," She was already in enough danger living separate from me. I had half of mind to just take her home with me and have that be the end of it, but she's too stubborn for that.

She nods as the idiot comes back outside.

"So, it's a bit of a fixer upper, but I-"

"Dude, the place has asbestos under the floorboards," she's hot when she's frustrated. "Did I not hear Alpha Hendrix tell you to show me the move in ready places you had?" 

"Sorry, Ms. Collins. I just thought-" 

"Think again. In fact, why don't you just give us the other addresses and we'll go see for ourselves?" For such a small package, she packs quite a punch, and I was loving every second of it.

He scrambles to scribble them down on a pad of paper and hands it to her.

"I'll be in touch," she smiles and turns to go back to the car. I follow her lead and get in, she's rubbing her temples.

"Am I rubbing off on you?" I laugh, because it was true.

"No! I was such a bitch to him! He was just doing his job and I-"

"The house was falling apart. He had no business showing you that hell hole."

"I know, but I just.. I don't- I just! Ugghhh.." 

I pull out of the driveway and head to the next one. I put my hand on her thigh.

"Even the address on this one sounds nice.. 565 Cambridge Court. Courts are always good, streets are overrated," she reasons out loud.

I squeeze her thigh, stroking it with my thumb and decide to up her mood even more. The road up to this house was paved, and basically private. I tease the gas a bit to get her attention. 

She nods excitedly, "ohhhh can we pleassseeee floor it?" She begs. Of all the things that girls have begged for in the past, this is a new one.

I push the gas farther and she throws me a smirk that I mirror, and floor it until she's laughing and giggling like we're on a roller coaster. 

I have to slow down once we get closer to the house much to her disappointment. She loved the speed, really loved it like I did.

We both notice the house at the same time. I see no problems on the outside, she makes some remark about how big it is. She was right, it could easily house a family of six or seven comfortably.

She verbalizes what I'm thinking, "it's way too big for one person."

She snatches the paper from me to find the lockbox code, hands it back, and goes up to the front door. "Woah.. it's even prettier up close!" She gets the key and opens the heavy cherry wood door, immediately in awe.

She runs to the kitchen first and gets excited about the marble counter tops and steel appliances and how many windows there are, and then she speeds past me to the living room which had a fireplace she loved. She looks like a kid in a candy store when she bounds up the stairs and screams from upstairs, "LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THIS BATHROOM!" 

I laugh and follow her up. Wherever I looked, I was imagining her and I in this house together. The four upstairs bedrooms seemed to have memories in them that did not exist yet. Things like kids with eyes like hers and hair like mine running around them, her in the room that was made into a nursery holding a baby, rocking it to sleep.

She pulls me into the master bedroom, where more 'memories' come flooding in of things like getting a babysitter and having the house to ourselves for a night, having her to myself for a night. She kicks her shoes off and runs to jump onto the bed with a laugh. 

"Come on! Live a little!" She invites me onto the bed. I sit and look down at her smiling face.

"Oh, it's perfect," she sighs and closes her eyes. 

Before I'm tempted to kiss those full, perfect lips of hers and make her mine where she lays, I get up. "It's too big for one person," I echo what she said earlier.

"I knowww but I love it so much! Did you see the size of the walk in closet? I can fit another bed in there and call it a den!" She laughs again and sits up.

"Exactly, it's too big." I mutter. She was right about how nice it was, but my other concern is that it is too far from me.

"More space for me to live!" She opens one of the french doors which leads to a balcony. I turn around to get off the bed, and by the time I get onto the balcony, she is climbing onto the railing. 

I rush out and pull her close to me as she sits on the edge. My grasp was the only place I could guarantee she would be safe. I decide against letting her go, and pull her in closer, giving in to the intoxicating aroma she gave off. 

"We still have one more to see," she offers, hopping down off the rail. She puts her shoes back on, and goes downstairs. 

I hardly hear what she said until I notice that her smell and her warmth is gone.

Nova's POV

It was already dark. The moon and stars had come out as we pulled up to the next place. 

"I don't like it," Colt grumbles.

"We haven't even been in it yet!" I start to get out, he grabs my arm.

"It's too far from the pack center. I'm taking you home." he says bluntly. "Need to reason with that bastard who came up with these places," he mumbles.

I pull my arm away and step out of the car as it starts to move. 

This house was tucked away into the side of a mountain, but at the same time was located on a plateau, almost. It was surrounded by tall trees, but was not dense like a forest, and not creepy like the setting of a horror movie. 

It was very modern looking, and had nothing on the house before as much as I loved it. The house had a wrap around porch with windows almost all the way around, at least in the living area. 

It's like someone took my actual dreams and made them into a house.

Colt comes in when he gets over his tantrum and immediately tells me that there is rotting wood outside on the porch and comes up with another list of problems. All of them were fixable. Why is he so against this?

I tune him out and make my own list of alterations I'd want to add. When my list starts to come to an end, and I have legitimate hope for this place and was about ready to contact the agent again, Colt's voice cuts back in.

"I'm gonna pummel his ass," he growls through gritted teeth.

"What? Whose ass are we pummeling?" I ask.

"That sorry excuse for a real estate agent. It's like he's trying to get you killed," he laughs in disbelief. His muscles seem to have swelled, probably from all the blood coming to them.

"I actually love this place," I mumble and look at the floor.

He stands patiently, awaiting an explanation.

"It's quiet here. It's small enough for one person, but not tiny. I love the floor plan, all the small issues are fixable and it just.. feels right." I don't know how else to describe it. 

"The heat is out, the breakers are totally jacked up there is evidence of rats having been in here and God knows what else," he is upset. 

I pause. "I'm going to move my stuff out of Ana's and finish this with the agent tonight. I'll have her drive me back. I'll run back if you want to be a grouch about all this."

He groans, "fine. Get in the car."

"Not yet. There is a staircase," I smile as I go up it. It starts in the bedroom and spirals up to a skylight that can be pushed open to a rooftop deck. The previous owners had made a hammock bed up here suspended from a wooden structure.

Colt follows me up, and follows my eyes to the sky. This place is so far out that light pollution does not affect it. I couldn't believe how many stars there were.

I pat the hammock bed for him to come lay down and just appreciate this. 

The breeze is chilly, but not freezing. It is, however, enough to make me feel cold. Colt must have felt me shivering or something, because he pulls me into his chest and warms my arm with his other hand. 

He frustrated the hell out of me, but his chest felt more like home than any home I've ever been in.

He puts a strand of hair behind my ear and caresses my face with his hand that you would never think could be so gentle. My eyes flutter shut looking into his.

Colt's POV

Her eyes grow heavy and close, and my view is gone. 

While she pointed up at the stars, I preferred to look at the reflection they made in her eyes, the way the moonlight made them appear even more blue than they were normally, and now they were speckled with the mirror of the night sky. 

The actual sky holds no wonder for me like the wonder she holds within her eyes. 

All the stars I needed were in her eyes.

Nova's POV

As I'm about to fall asleep, I try to get up, realizing how inappropriate this must be. Colt, who made it obvious that he was sleeping when his breathing evened out pulls me back into his chest, now spooning me as the big spoon with his face buried in my neck, keeping me perfectly warm in contrast to the breeze.

His grasp pulls me back into whatever half conscious state I was in before until I lose myself in it and fade.

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Now, read Colt's last part again and remember what the title is.

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