Her Human His Wolf

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ATLAS POV

I was completely overwhelmed over all that had happened, my mind in a frenzy. Yet, despite my confusion, I couldn't bring myself to leave this woman. The more time I spent with her, the more I realized she desperately needed my help. It was the same strange sensation that kept me from leaving my grandmother's house. I felt a connection to this young woman just as I did to the white wolf.

It was strange but I believed that the girl and the white wolf were somehow linked. If I told anyone they may think I was insane. But the truth was, I couldn't ignore the fact that both the wolf and Mia had the same eyes.

I remained on the couch, unsure of what to do next. So many things puzzled me. Mia seemed oblivious to certain aspects of life, such as money. Perhaps she never had to handle it. Maybe someone else took care of all those details for her. But still, I expected her to have some understanding of the value of things. Yet, she handed me a substantial amount of cash, as if she believed it was necessary for grocery shopping.

Another thing that troubled me was how unfazed she seemed when she was completely naked around me, a stranger. It made me wonder if she had been held captive by someone who had kept her unclothed, conditioning her to accept it as normal. I shook my head, desperately trying to dismiss such disturbing thoughts.

It was strange that she asked me to stay with her. Perhaps it was because I had helped her and she felt a sense of safety in my presence. I was someone she could trust. But deep down, I knew this wasn't normal. What if someone else had found her? I had to admit, she was breathtakingly beautiful, with her petite frame and cascading silver hair. Everything about her captivated me.

I couldn't understand why, but I found myself drawn to her, despite being a stranger. There was a strange sensation, urging me to pull her into my arms and comfort her. The thought even crossed my mind about how her lips might feel against mine. Shaking my head, I tried to regain control. These were thoughts I shouldn't be having. She was clearly in trouble and trusting me, so I needed to focus on that, not on the idea of kissing her.

I leaned back on the couch, losing track of time as I dozed off. Suddenly, I was jolted awake by panicked crying. I immediately shot up and ran to the room. Standing outside the door, I hesitated, unsure if I should go any further. But her cries sounded like someone in pain.

I tapped on the door, but she didn't answer. I turned to leave, not wanting to overstep, but then that strange feeling washed over me again. It was as if some invisible force was compelling me to help her. I turned the doorknob and found her in bed, tossing and turning, crying in her sleep. As I approached, I noticed blood on the sheets and beads of sweat on her forehead.

I went to her side and gently shook her, but she didn't wake up. Then, as I touched her skin, she moved. She was burning up. I whispered an apology as I moved her shirt, careful not to wake her. Her injury seemed fine, but my focus shifted to the blood. It appeared to come from her shoulder.

Placing my hand on her, she still remained asleep as I carefully turned her onto her side. I then moved her shirt to expose her shoulder. There, I saw a gash that looked infected, along with a strange lump. "Atlas," she mumbled as I withdrew my hand and met her now open eyes. They seemed to glow.

"I'm sorry you were crying. I was concerned," I apologized, standing up to leave. But she surprised me by grabbing my hand. "It hurts. I need help," she said, her eyes locked onto mine. "Your shoulder," I asked, seeking clarification.

"I can trust you," she whispered, and I nodded my head. "Silver, it's poison. Please, get it out," she pleaded. She was acting strangely, perhaps delirious. As I examined her shoulder, I felt the lump, similar to the injury the wolf had. "Please," she begged.

Pushing gently on the lump, I worked to remove the material lodged in her. To my surprise, a few shards of a bullet came out, just like the bullet the wolf had in the same spot.

"Thank you, mate," she said, her words confusing me further. As I moved, her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer with a surprising strength for someone so small and injured. Her touch was firm yet gentle, her fingertips grazing my skin. Before I could react, her lips met mine, soft and sweet, moving with a perfect rhythm. I knew I should have stopped this, as she was clearly not in the right state of mind. But every fiber of my being resisted, and I found myself deepening the kiss, my hands instinctively finding her waist. However, it didn't last long before I felt her tense, removing her hands and pulling away. Panic filled her expression as she muttered, "What have I done?"

Her eyes, once filled with desire, now seemed different, distant. I wanted to apologize, but instead, I blurted out another question that had been plaguing my mind. "Mia, are you a wolf?" The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them. I sounded like a fool. But the look on her face confused me the most. Her entire body trembled as if I had stumbled upon a forbidden secret. The room fell silent, but her gaze remained locked on mine, as if she could see through to my soul. Then, she took a shaky breath and whispered, "Yes." It felt as if my mind exploded. I couldn't have heard her correctly. I sat there, stunned.

"I guess I always knew, even from the first moment I saw you, that you would discover the truth," she continued. "I tried to hide it from you, but with how kind you were in the shed when I was hurt, a part of me wanted to trust a human. I'm sure you can understand that this knowledge can never be shared. I'm already in danger. And I...I want to trust you, even though I was warned never to trust a human. Can I trust you not to tell anyone? Can I trust you not to cause me harm?" Her words made my heart race in my chest as I processed their weight.

"Why would I tell anyone?" I blurted out, still in shock. "I doubt any of this is normal," she replied, surprisingly calm now. "No, no it's not normal in any way," I responded, rising from my seat. Her breath seemed to catch as I stood, almost as if she wanted me to sit back down.

"I'm sorry, it was never my intention to involve a human, especially you," she spoke, her voice filled with regret.

I moved to leave, needing fresh air, but she startled me again by grabbing my hand. Her feet wobbled as she tried to stand, "This may all be more than I can wrap my mind around right now, but I’m not leaving you alone. Now that I know the truth, I think it's even more important to stay with you. You're being hunted because you're a wolf, aren't you? Someone else knows about this secret, and whoever they are, it's clear they've already hurt you. I've always dreamed of a white wolf just like you. That has to mean something. I thought I was crazy, but if you're real, maybe that does mean I'm meant to help you. So, as long as you'll have me, I'll try to keep you and this secret of yours safe."

"Thank you," she said, her eyes locked with mine. "That gash, the bullet, it's healing now," I spoke, noticing it already looked better. "I heal fast. You got the silver out. I already feel better," she responded, her voice laced with relief. I had so many questions, and by the look she gave me, she understood that. "Let's go to the living room. I can cook as well. Since you're being surprisingly understanding, more than I could have imagined, we can sit, and I'll answer your questions," she said, her footsteps echoing softly on the wooden floor as she led the way.

"I can wait outside for a moment so you can change your shirt," I suggested since it had blood all over it. But instead, she pulled her shirt off, revealing her bare skin. In one swift motion, she reached into a drawer, retrieved another shirt, and put it on. Then, without hesitation, she left the room, guiding me along. I would have to get used to her undressing like that and try to hide how just the sight of her like that aroused me. I felt like a teenager again as I glanced down, checking to ensure the bulge in my pants wasn't noticeable.