Swiftcurrent Creek Raise a little hell [m]

Her frightened posture dulled his anger some; it had not been his intention to scare her, only to instill in her some realization of the position she was currently in. Her defeated body language as she moved towards him made him feel even worse, and so when she reached him and apologized, he gently touched his nose to her cheek. No, I'm sorry for scaring you, he said first, lingering near her face. It was hard to pull away with her scent surrounding him, but he did just enough to hold her gaze. But, it's dangerous to be out here on your own, he said, his voice gentle despite the flare of anger at what could have happened had he not been the one to find her. He had already formed an attachment to her, and her heat made him horribly possessive. But it wasn't even only about that; Kavik knew Rosalie would hate it if she allowed someone else to be with her simply because her hormones lowered her guard. 

He touched her cheek again because he couldn't help himself. But since I'm here with you now, I can go with you wherever you were going to go as long as we're not out too long, he suggested. It would be difficult to watch her be out here in the open, but he could deal with it for a little bit.