by Casey Morgan
As I lay there trying to catch my breath and collect myself, I started to think of how idiotic I was being. I was beginning to feel like I couldn’t let this human go. I was so drawn to her. Everything about this situation reeked of stupidity on my part. But I had to admit that, even though I knew that being attached to Sandy was probably not the best idea, it felt good to be around her. It was the first time in a long time that I didn’t feel lonely.
I looked over at the human with mixed emotions. Part of me loved having her in the bed there with me. Another side of me wanted me to run as far away from her as I could possibly get. My head and heart were a mess.
I had to get out of the room and get some fresh air, at least.
“I’m going to go downstairs and see if I can find us some breakfast,” I told the girl, getting up from the bed and putting my pants back on.
“Okay, I’ll take a shower, then,” she said. Sandy got up from the bed and sauntered into the bathroom, swinging her ass behind her as she walked. I couldn’t help but stare.
I picked up my shirt and started to put it on. While I finished getting dressed, I wondered at the change that had happened. The night before, I wanted this girl gone. Now, all I could think about was protecting her for the rest of my life. And instead of filling me with a sense of dread, it made my heart happy to think about spending my days looking after her.
Walking down the stairs, I noticed that a man was standing at the bottom, puffing away on a cigarette. I took a whiff of the air. What I smelled was not the smoke.
I could smell the werewolf blood coursing through his veins.
Anger rose in me immediately. It wasn’t that this was my territory, necessarily. I just didn’t like being in such close proximity to other werewolves. And this shifter reeked of trouble.
“Get lost,” I spat at the guy, attempting to walk past him.
The man flicked his cigarette and laughed, eyeing me playfully. “Well, you should know, friend, that I was sent here to kill the girl that you have up in your room,” he said, his voice grainy and deep. I froze on the spot, glaring at him as he continued. “Out of respect for you, I’m informing you. But, honestly, you should know better than to get involved with human affairs. You need to just walk away, leave the girl behind, and go on with your life. It would be better for everyone if you did.”
He glared at me as if he were challenging me, his amber eyes glowing slightly. I didn’t like that plus the sound of a threat that I heard in his voice. Unperturbed, I walked right up to him until we stood toe-to-toe. Looking him in the eye, I drew on my alpha powers and clenched my jaw.
“I have no intention of leaving Sandy at all. She may be human, but I am considering her pack. You need to back off and walk away.”
The guy took a few steps back and chuckled incredulously. “You really have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he said, shaking his head. “This girl needs to die for her father’s crimes. As a matter of fact, his whole family needs to be wiped from the face of the earth. And if you knew why it has to be this way, you would agree wholeheartedly. I’m sure of that.”
My anger was starting to boil over. I didn’t like this shifter runt or his cryptic speech.
Rearing back, I punched him square in the face. It threw him back a few feet, bodying his nose. He came back running toward me, tackling me around my waist. We landed in a pile on the ground. We fought, punching each other and slamming each other on the dirt. He got some good hits, but so did I. We were both bloody, still getting up to face each other whenever we got knocked down. I could feel a trail of blood running down the side of my face. I reached over and wiped it off, never taking my eyes off of the jerk.
I took off running towards the back of the motel, hoping that he would follow me. He did. Once I got behind the building and out of humans' sight, I morphed into a werewolf. He followed suit.
Now, it was time for the real fight to begin. We tore into each other, but I was stronger. I clamped down on his shoulder with my teeth and threw him a few feet away. Before he could get up, I stomped him into the ground and ripped his fur off of his body. I finally finished him off, breaking his neck with a twist of my jaw.
I didn’t have to check, but I knew that he was dead. The wolf wasn’t moving at all.
I shifted back into my human form and looked around. Nobody had seen us. I tossed his body into the garbage can behind the motel and headed back to the room.
“Where’s breakfast?” asked Sandy once I got inside.
“Something has happened,” I told her, scrambling around the room, grabbing my things, and throwing them into my bag. “We’ve got to go.”
She paused, searching my face. Then, she sprung into action, grabbing what she could from the room.
It was time to hit the road.
Chapter Nine
Sandy
The door burst open, and Blake stumbled into the room. His clothes were tattered and torn, and he was covered in blood. My mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. I was in shock, and I was scared. My heart was beating out of my chest. My palms were starting to sweat. I stood up and leaned forward, putting my head between my legs, trying to steady myself so that I didn’t fall. I felt like I was in a movie—like everything was suddenly moving so fast.
“We’ve got to move,” he said, his eyes pinning me to the spot where I stood. He glided around the room, grabbing things and throwing them into his bag absentmindedly. He had a look of focused determination on his face as he moved meticulously, his muscular frame heaving.
He didn’t even bother to check out. Blake just jumped on his Harley and motioned for me to get on the back. I got on the bike wordlessly, holding on to his waist for dear life. He started it up and flew out of the parking lot in the opposite direction from which we had come. I prayed that the men who had shot at me were long gone, and we could make an escape—to where I wasn’t exactly sure.
The bike picked up speed as we zoomed down the highway. The trees whizzed by in a steady stream as we careened around curves in the road, me pressing my face into his back whenever I felt the smallest bit of nerves.
I was feeling such a wide range of emotions. On the one hand, I was worried. I didn’t know what was happening, so it was hard for me to predict what might happen next. I knew that almost everything leading up to this moment had been scary and dangerous. I was also angry. Whoever was chasing me didn’t deserve the right to make me feel like I was feeling. Nobody did. I wished that I could take whoever was responsible and wring their neck. But, more than anything, I was glad to have Blake still with me. He didn’t seem like he was trying to get rid of her like he was before. In fact, he seemed really protective of me, charming even. I pressed my head to his back affectionately, hugging him tightly.
We rode for a few hours, the lush countryside whizzing past us. I was grateful, though, when he pulled into a fast-food parking lot. My stomach had been growling, and I could use a bite to eat. He ordered a burger and fries for each of us, thrust the bag at me, and jumped back on the bike. We rode a little bit longer until we came to a big thicket of trees with tons of bushes. He got off the bike and pushed it into the bushes so that it would be out of sight.
“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the thicket of trees. “We’ll hide out in the trees here while we eat. It will give us some time to regroup and relax.”
It was cool and dark under the broad leaves of the trees with little light filtering through. The smell of burgers wafted through the air, making my stomach growl. We finally came to a spot with a tree with large roots. Blake nestled himself among the roots, opened the bag, and threw a burger in my direction, taking one up in his hands for himself. He unwrapped it and took a bite, closing his eyes to savor the flavor.
We ate in silence, devouring our food quickly. I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I last ate until I could feel my stomach widening and filling with the hot, delicious food. After my hunger had been satisfied, I looked over a
t Blake, realizing that I still hadn’t gotten answers about what had happened that morning and why we had to leave the hotel in such a huff.
I cleared my throat and sat up before I spoke. “So, what happened back there at the motel?” I asked.
Blake looked startled out of his thoughts. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes turning to me slowly. He looked me up and down as if he were trying to read me.
“Well, when I went outside of the motel room, a man was standing there,” he began slowly. “He looked really looked out of place. He told me that your whole family had to die. And, of course, I wasn’t about to let him hurt you, so we…fought.”
I felt like there was more to the story than what he was telling me, but the information he had given me was enough to start feeling rage boiling under my skin. I had already lost my father to senseless violence. I couldn’t imagine anything happening to my mother or sisters. And I was still gunning for revenge for my father.
I jumped up and started pacing back and forth, my fists clench tightly at my side. My cheeks felt warm and red. I could feel the primal rage taking me over as if by instinct.
I looked over at Blake, who was staring back at me, his eyes wide and his lips pressed into a thin line.
Suddenly, I wanted him badly. The more I stood there looking at him, the more the feeling of arousal grew. He blinked at me as if he were registering what was going on. And he honed in on my feelings right away. He gave me a look that told me that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
In what seemed like a matter of seconds, he cleared the small space between us and was on top of me, leaning his body onto mine. After he quickly pulled my shorts down, he threw them a few feet away. He undressed and pulled me closer to him. He pushed his hard dick inside of my wet pussy, his hand gripping the back of my neck as he teetered on top of me, pushing my body against the ground.
I didn’t even care about the unforgiving dirt and rocks as he pounded his dick in and out of my pussy, my pussy tightening, gripping his shaft for dear life. I could feel his cock growing harder as he plunged deeper into my pussy, his breath quick and sharp. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he fucked me harder and harder, trying to find something to grip onto to steady myself. I finally gave up and just let him fuck me, shaking me hard with each thrust.
“I’m cumming,” he said, his voice strained. He let out a guttural groan as he thrust his dick deep down into my pussy, spilling his seed inside of me.
And I howled.
I think it surprised both of us because Blake jumped up so fast, his light eyes wide with shock. I was confused myself, unsure as to why I felt so primal and animalistic. I had always been a pretty passionate person, but I was befuddled as to why my emotions were so strong. Once again, the only things on my mind were killing the bad men chasing us and fucking Blake. All else didn’t matter.
After a few minutes, Blake stood to put his clothes on, not taking his eyes off me. He sat back down near me, put a hand on my knee, and looked me in the eyes, searching.
“So, tell me,” Blake said, his voice velvety smooth and soft. “Who are your parents?”
I threw my hands up, annoyed that he was asking questions that he should have asked sooner. Plus, was it really his business? Why was he acting so stupid? He seemed like a pretty smart guy, but he's asking questions over and over was starting to give me a headache.
I jumped up and started pacing again.
Chapter Ten
Blake
I couldn’t fathom how this could be, but I recognized what going on all too clearly because of the countless times that it had happened to me. Sandy was a werewolf. I was suddenly sure of that. I had seen her inner wolf in her eyes when she howled. My companion, who was pacing in a rage in front of me, was one of the rare females that had been saved and adopted out to human families. It was likely that she had no idea what she was. It was also possible that she had no idea what she was about to do.
The female was minutes away from shifting, probably for the first time, but she didn’t seem to be aware of what was happening to her. She paced back and forth like a lion stuck in a cage, her fists clenched at her sides. Sandy was tense and on edge, and it seemed like her anger was growing more out of control by the second.
“So, about your family…” I started, trying to figure out the best way to ask if she was adopted.
Before I could get out the rest of my words, she threw her arms up in frustration, a low, guttural growl lingering in her throat. I shifted from one foot to the other uneasily. Would my lover attack me? I didn’t think she would, but I still decided to treat her softly. If we ended up fighting out here, we would draw undue attention to ourselves for sure.
Sandy’s annoyance seemed to grow by the second. Her anger was so primal. I was starting to get worried about her. It had been rumored in centuries past that when wolves shift for the first time, they have to be dominated by an alpha. Otherwise, they would go wild and hurt themselves or other people. I didn’t want that for Sandy or for myself.
I knew that I needed to get control of the female fast. I took two large steps clearing the space between us, and grabbed her by the shoulders. Her yellow eyes glowed at me when she looked up. The cute little button nose that she had looked longer, as did her jaw. She was so close to shifting.
“Calm down!” I yelled, pushing Sandy to the ground.
She wasn’t listening to anything that I was saying. She lay underneath me on the ground, writhing mercilessly and growling. I could feel the vibrations in her chest. She was doing all that she could to break free from my hold, but I gripped her firmly, refusing to let her go. Her wild, passionate rage was palpable, and it was calling to my inner wolf.
Before I knew what was happening, she shifted down, pulling my dick out of my pants and stuffing it into her mouth. I was caught off guard, inhaling sharply as her warm, wet mouth took my manhood in, sucking and licking softly. I could feel my dick growing harder. I couldn’t resist the female.
I grabbed the back of her head, my fingers wrapped in her blonde hair, and fucked her face. Sandy closed her glowing eyes and moaned as I rammed my dick down her throat. Her hands wandered to her breasts, massaging and pinching her nipples. Watching her touch herself drove me nuts. She started to gag as I pumped in and out of her mouth, my dick growing so hard as her lips tightened around it. I could feel the orgasm rising from my toes before it came. I let loose, hot cum shooting out of my dick like lava into her mouth.
Crazed with desire, I pushed Sandy down onto the ground. It was my turn to please her. Plus, I hoped that giving her a good orgasm would have her in my power and out of danger. I pulled her panties off and opened her legs wide. Her bare pussy looked beautiful. Blowing lightly on it, I watched as her eyes rolled with excitement. I stuck out my tongue, licking her lower lips slowly. She started grinding her hips against my mouth. I parted her pussy lips and darted my tongue in and out of her pussy hole. She sucked in air through her teeth, pressing her lips into a firm line. From the way her hips shook, I knew she was getting close to cumming.
I circled her clit with my tongue, pushing my fingers in and out of her pussy while I licked and sucked on her clit. I pushed another finger inside of her, fucking her with my hand while I licked her pussy. Sandy’s pussy grew wetter and wetter the more I licked, sucked, and fingered her pussy. She rolled her hips in a circle faster and faster, clawing the grass underneath her like she was trying to hold on. She finally exploded in a river of cum, her body shaking as she orgasmed.
We collapsed on the ground on our backs, staring up at the ceiling of leaves overhead. We both lay, gasping for breath almost in unison. I looked over at Sandy, her perky breasts heaving mounds on her chest. I wanted to have her in my arms so badly, her warm, soft skin pressed up against mine. I reached out for her, trying to pull her close to me, realizing that this was my mate.
She pulled away like my touch burned her skin. She folded her arms and turned away from me. “I have to get the men wh
o killed my father,” Sandy said, her voice barely above a whisper.
My inner wolf warned me that it was coming. Sandy pulled up, shifting to her hands and knees. Her skin stretched, bones cracking, and elongating. Expanding, her nose turned into a snout. Her teeth grew to sharp, white fangs that she snapped at me. Howls of pain made me shiver. Changing the first time always hurt, and the poor girl had no idea what was going on. But her mind was too far gone for me to explain. All I could do was watch. Confusion washed over her face as her body grew and fur covered where her skin once was.
When the drastic transformation was done, a beautiful wolf stood before me. Sandy, in wolf form, had cream-colored fur with yellow highlights. Her eyes, which were now trained on me, were golden and glowing. She snorted like the beast she was, almost like she was breathing fire.
Before I had a chance to catch her, she ran off.
I stood up and shifted into a wolf myself, following behind her as fast as my four legs would carry me.
Chapter Eleven
Sandy
The unthinkable had happened: I had turned into a wolf.
But how? And why?
Part of me really didn’t care about the answers to those questions. I was on a mission, and I couldn’t be stopped, not even by my own uncertainty.
All I knew for sure was that the men who had killed my father and threatened my family had to die. And I was going to be the one to kill them. They had threatened my pack.
Pack? I thought, shaking my head as I ran, the cool wind blowing through my fur. I couldn’t believe that I was using a word like pack to describe my family. But, considering my new transformation, it was the word that made the most sense and felt right. We really were a pack.
