The Werewolf and the Human

Stale Beer or Lemons and Vanilla

It started out as any normal day. Well, as normal of a day for me, as the new Alpha, could be. I had been the new Alpha for a week, without a Luna. The life without a Luna has suited me just fine. When my wolf got angry, I slept with one of the three pack sluts. Danielle. Ilse. Olivia. Oliva is the one that I go to more often than not. I knew that eventually, she would be the Luna because she was a good enough f**k, and I knew that I wasn’t finding my mate. Something in my wolf told me that I would never find my Luna there, and as Alpha, I would be expected to stay with my lands, which is what I always wanted.  

               Everything was fine until my Beta came in. He looked just a little out of place. His blond hair was just a bit more tussled than normal. His blue eyes were flashing back and forth. His bright blue shirt was wrinkled, and his black pants were just a touch rolled at the ankles. “One of the pack is missing?” he said, stepping forward.

               “Who?” I asked, looking at him.

               “Eliza,” he said, walking toward me. “This was her first time-shifting on her own, and she got overly excited and ran off. Her parents couldn’t find her, so they came to me. I sent a search party, but I thought that you should be informed.”

               I nodded. I got up and walked over to him. It was clear that they could have handled a lost girl independently, but it was honestly the distraction that I was looking for. “I will help.” I started walking out of the room. He nodded his head. The two of us walked out. One other wolf was waiting for me. I noticed right away that it was Matheus. He was the Beta’s older brother and one of our best fighters. I quickly shifted, and we were off in a run.

               It didn’t take long for us to find her, but there was a severe problem. She was caught in a trap. I had been finding them more and more over my territory. I had meant to take care of it yesterday but had gotten distracted with a formality thing. If it had only been the trap, that would have been alright too, but it wasn’t. No, it was the fact that there were three humans there too. I could tell right away. Two of the humans were older men. I had put their ages at late forty or early fifties. One was shorter than the other, but they were both shorter than me. The shorter one was fat. There was no way around that. Most of his beer belly was showing. He was winded and smelled of rotting beer and just a touch of pine sap. He had grey eyes and a smirk on his face. The other man had a slight beard and dark brown eyes. He smelled of whiskey. Dark whiskey. Sickeningly dark whiskey. They were kicking something.

               I quickly realized that the other one was on top of a woman and ripping at her shirt. She smelled sweet, like vanilla and lemons, but I couldn’t see anything else about her. “We attack on my mark.” I mind linked with my Beta.

               “Got it,” he responded.

               “My mark.” Matheus got the message right away, and he didn’t bother to respond. I was the first to jump out at them. They looked at me in general surprise. The fatter one pointed his gun at me, but my Beta quickly knocked it out of his hand, jumping in front of him. He growled. His growl was significant, but I barely noticed because something in me had been pulled, been turned on. I pushed it out of my head, quickly refocusing on the fight. Matheus had jumped on the other one while; my Beta was trying to free the little wolf. I growled at the fat one, and he tried to go toward the gun, but I kicked it with my paw and growled again. That seemed to scare him enough to make a run for it, and once Matheus let up on the other one, he ran for the hills too.

               “Make sure that they get out of our territory.” I linked with my Beta to tell him that. He went running off without another word.

               Matheus and I walked over to the little girl. She was stuck in the trap. I pulled the trap open, and Matheus grabbed the little girl, held her in his arms, and pulled her toward his chest. I walked over to her. “She should be ok,” he told me.

               “Good, let’s get out of here,” I said, walking toward the forest.

               He began walking away, and I followed behind for a second before I walked back to the girl lying around down on the ground. “I wonder what happened to this human?” he asked me.

               “What do you mean?” I asked him. I looked at her. I couldn’t tell if she had red hair or if there was drying blood around her hair. She was curvy in all of the right places. She had freckles all over her face and arms. She was wearing a loose t-shirt that had had a pink heart on it. She wore a pair of jeans that seemed just a touch too big on her. It was clear she was out cold and that they had been kicking her for a little while before they had ripped her shirt.  

               “Why were they attacking her?”

               “It’s not our job to wonder what humans do,” I said, but the minute those words came out of my mouth, something inside me howled, and it got angry. It wanted to rip my insides out and pull away from me and go to her.

               “I understand that, sir,” he said, swallowing softly.

               I could see that he wanted me to hear him out. “What do you want?” I wanted someone to be reasonable because the truth was my body wanted to do so many things that I would never have wanted to do to a human before.

               “I was wondering if you could take the girl back, and I will watch and guard over the human until someone can come and make sure that she is fine.” He squatted down by the human.

               “No,” I growled at him. My growl was loud and powerful, much louder than I had growled at anything before. “I will watch over you; go back to the Pack House and go get the doctor.”

               “Are you sure, sir?” he asked me.

               I looked down at her. I didn’t feel like myself when I was with her, but I was not going to leave anyone else with her, either. “Yes, now go,” I growled at him.

               He looked over at me, and I growled one last time before he began running from me. I looked down at her. She looked too stunning for me to take my eyes off of her. I started getting close to her, and then my heart would pull to her, so I had to walk away from her. I kept feeling myself pulled to her, over and over again. I’d walk away for a second, then I would feel myself being pulled back to her. I could not stop looking at her. Eventually, I heard more humans coming, and I had to disappear. I hid behind a tree as they got her. I didn’t want them to take her. I wanted to stay with her, and yet I wanted to stay as far away from her as possible. She was a world that didn’t make sense. I had to make a run for it when some other humans showed up to take her away from me.