Reynolds gives a look to all the other guys and they give him one back before they all turn towards me but I'm still concentrated on where Ryder disappeared too and how much I want him back with me. "What do you feel for him?" Reynolds asks out of the blue. My head whips towards Reynolds at the question, my now dry hair falling over my shoulders in a tangle of waves. The silky strands blowing lightly with the wind. He's talking about Ryder. It's obvious and he can see it with my body language and now all the guys were looking at me, intrigued as they waited for an answer. My hands are shaking a bit more now but it's more now because I have to acknowledge the feelings I feel for someone who most likely feels nothing back for me except horniness. "I- I don't feel anything for him." I lie to them. Charlie coughs out a curse and they all try to hold in a laugh. "Come on Lottie. What are you afraid of?" Charlie continues. Their conversation has got the idea of where Ryder is out of my head and my hands have stopped shaking as the memories and feelings of him and his touch flood my mind. I'm reminded that they're Ryder's closet friends they know him and with Ryder putting them to guard me, has to mean something. Swallowing I finally push an answer out. "I've never felt like this with anyone before. I don't know anything about relationships. I don't know why my skin feels like theirs thousands of waves of electric shocks coursing through my veins to rest in my stomach, or why I miss it when he's gone and that my feelings go hay wire and the way I seem to feel his. None of it makes sense to me and I'm- I'm" the last couple of words are stuck in my throat. "I'm afraid that he doesn't and never will feel something like that for me." They all transfer looks between one another and the glazed over look that Reynolds has disappears as he gives me a small look. "Tell him." "He's a King." What do I have that could possibly match something like that. There are so many women that are better for him. He deserves someone with a family and hasn't been homeless, someone who isn't afraid to get close to him. "And you're British." They all say at the same time. When I go to reply they all tense, jumping up Reynolds pulls me to my feet with his arm around my waist pushing me behind him as Cyrus stands in front of him, Theo and Charlie flanking his sides. They're blocking me from the tall muscled male that's walking out of the line of trees. He's only wearing a pair of jean shorts that are torn up the legs and amazingly aren't falling down his toned hips but despite the mud that runs all up and down his legs and arms it's the two enormous wolves that are as tall as the guy that shocks me. Reynolds arm is locked tight around me and as I try to pull back away from him and away from the unnatural wolves it hurts my hip where his hand is. When I drop my hand to pull his away I see the small amount of blood beginning to seep through the material of my shirt, his fingers cutting at my skin. "Out walking your little pet are you." The guys voice as husky, sounding a little like he has a cold. Another ten wolves, more lean and muscled then the lanky ones across the field move in behind us causing me to jump. They begin to divide evenly out to flank us on either side. My chest is rising and falling rapidly and I sink into Reynolds back to get away from all the coloured furs of the six foot wolves. What the hell is going on? The muscles in Reynolds back and arm tense around me when he feels he close I move in to him. It's the first time when their job to protect me has been highlighted clearly to me now and I don't want them to go now. Without a doubt I know he can feel the rapid rise and fall of my chest. Cyrus says something in Jordanian and the two other wolves heads drop as they let out deep growls. The guy in the middles replies something and with the little bits of knowledge about Jordanian that I have picked up since being here is lost in a spurt of angry mumbles. My guards seem to understand what he says and they all let out a deep feral growl the same as the wolves around us. I can even feel the vibration as it moves up his back and through Reynolds chest. Arms wrap around my waist from behind and I'm pulled back into a harder chest. I scream at the contact, knowing that it isn't Ryder and to be pulled away from Reynolds. When I tip my head back I see a guy who is the same height as Ryder and he even looks to be the same age as him with the same hair to top it all off. This guy's pale blue eyes contrast highly with Ryder's hazel. The guy tries to pull me away from what's going on. But when I look back to where my guards are I sink back into the guards touch letting him support me as I watch Reynolds clothes shred and his body hunch over as he's replaced with a tall and slim pale blonde wolf. The arm supporting me tightens as my legs threaten to give out beneath me as shock takes over me. I let out a cry of pain as his hand presses against my stomach over the cut, where the blood is coming through my shirt. The guy pulls it back and his palm is tinted red. There is fight starting to break out and all my guards have been replaced with wolves and it's only me and the guy holding me up that is human. I can't concentrate on what is going on though as the pain from my stomach growing worse by the second as he pulls me back away. Another growl comes from my side, when we get to be around the corner of the tall hedge. When I turn to look at the wolf next to us I'm shocked by how much taller it is then the others. One of the tallest wolves in the field is about 6"4' and this one is just a little over seven and is looking down at me with a soft look. The wolves a midnight black colour with white tufts flecked through its mane and smaller lots through its belly, hind legs and tail.