Mated to the Mountain Wolf

by Emilia Hartley

  “Back on the road with the family,” he replied, “gotta get home before it gets too dark.”

  Connor pointed toward the kitchen, Tess snuck by with Samantha in tow. He handed Tess the keys to the old yellow truck as she passed.

  Another stranger entered the bar, he too carried a shotgun. It was clear from the way the two strangers interacted that the new guy was his right hand man. He squared his gun at the father of the family, to keep the family in place.

  “That’s too bad,” the leader said, “I was just thinking about joining your family for a meal. They sure do look hungry.” He walked over to their table, now abandoned, inspecting the food with a taste.

  “And this isn’t even cold yet,” he added, rubbing the grease from his fingers on his trousers.

  “Don’t do this,” the father said.

  “Don’t do what? I’m just looking for some grub and this diner was the first place I went lookin’,” the stranger replied with a smile.

  “I know what you are,” the father said, “and I don’t want any trouble for me or my family.”

  Connor snuck toward the kitchen, the staff eyed him curiously as he peeked over the stove to watch the events play out. The stranger plopped himself down at the table. Several other families in the bar took the hint and were evacuating out the front door slowly. The right hand man did nothing to stop them.

  “Allow me to introduce myself,” the stranger started, “My name is Eli. Now why don’t you have a seat and introduce yourselves. I won’t bite. Not yet.” The father returned to the table and sat himself down. Eli gestured to his henchman and the wife and child joined them. The mother sat down at her seat but kept her daughter on her lap. Eli leaned over and looked the young girl in the eye. “And, who might you be?”

  Dammit, Connor knew that name. It was the name of the hunter the bikers told him about just the other day. If he was after shifters then all hell was about to break loose.

  Dammit, Alex. This is your fault.

  “Greta,” she said with a sniffle.

  “Sounds like you have a little cold, there,” Eli said. He lifted one of the napkins and wiped off her nose. “I’ve been tracking your family the last two days,” the stranger said, “I’m sure your ‘alpha’ wouldn’t be too keen to find out you’re runnin’ from his fight. I guess maybe I’m just doin’ him a favor and takin’ care of some deserters.”

  Connor saw the father visibly sweat; a bead ran down his temple.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the father said, “I’m just on vacation with my family.”

  The hunter plopped his shotgun on the table facing the father.

  “You know,” he said, “I’m not a fan of shooting you mongrels in public. But, something tells me that if I don’t, then I might just miss out on a bit of sport.”

  The hunter laughed, and his henchman joined in. Following that, Connor was deafened by motorcycles pulling up outside. Eli was clearly pleased.

  “I guess there’s no way you’d make it out now,” he said, “best you just help me out. I’m lookin’ for your alpha. Know where he might be hidin’?”

  Through the front door walked one of the largest men Connor had ever seen. His tree trunk of an arm was covered in a white cast and loaded into a massive sling. Setting neatly on top of that cast was a double barreled shotgun.

  “My man Mutt over there got his arm busted up by one of your kind,” the hunter said, “and he’s got a bit of a vendetta. I figured I’d help him out and rid this mountain of your kind once and for all.”

  That was Mutt? He really did look as stupid as he was large. If there were ever a time to get out of here, now would be that time. What was keeping him here? He couldn’t decide what it was. Maybe it was that he could empathize with the father. His family was threatened. But, they’re bears; who gives a shit if they die? If Eli shot them then it would be one less to kill later, right? No, that wasn’t it.

  “I don’t want to start anything, just let me and my family go. We won’t hurt anyone,” the father pleaded.

  The hunter pulled a large knife from a thigh holster then stabbed it into the table. A slim line of silver ran coarsely through the length of the blade, causing the father’s eyes to widen. If Connor were in the same situation he wouldn’t have hesitated. He would already have the man’s throat in his jaws.

  “Let them go,” the father pleaded.

  The hunter shook his head no. The father became more visibly shaken and continued to plead.

  “Please, they didn’t do anything,” he said, “let them go.”

  “Nope,” the hunter said, “Tell me where your alpha is holed up and I might just kill the young one last.”

  The mother hugged her daughter Greta into her chest. It was clear that they both knew this would be their last time together. The father clenched his jaw while his leg started to dance nervously under the table.

  Connor’s exit was waiting for him. Would he stay or would he go while he had the chance. What was keeping him here?

  The father’s leg stopped cold. Connor watched in awe as the father roared. His mouth tore along the seams into a muzzle. Fur broke from every inch of his skin while he grew to gigantic proportions in a manner of seconds. The cracking of his bones echoed throughout the restaurant as he grew larger and larger, until he stood nearly nine feet tall from the ground.

  “Now that’s more like it!” shouted the hunter. Even the hunter was excited by the sheer size of the bear. In a flash he snatched his rifle from the tabletop, firing silver shots that shredded into the belly of the beast. Despite the deafening power of the rifle the bear didn’t give in to the pain in his stomach.

  He came down hard, smashing the table to pieces, just narrowly missing the hunter. Again, the hunter fired. Bones shattered and blood splattered around the diner but still the bear advanced.

  “Daddy!” Greta screamed. Tears streaked down her tiny cheeks. Connor saw his own child on her face; the life that he and Tess were going to bring into this world together. Bloodlust was building up for Eli, the hunter.

  A hint of fear overshadowed the hunter’s face; the bear was giving him no quarter. The mother fell to her knees and clutched her daughter in tears. Connor turned again toward his exit, conflicted. He knew what fate held for their small family. Would he really risk his own safety to save the life of a couple bears? His heart was stricken with guilt. He knew he would regret this mistake but it was one that had to be made. He was an alpha, dammit, he had his pride.

  Connor’s eyes went red with rage, his heart pounded like drums of war. His clothing split open as muscle tore through his skin. His mouth grew into a ferocious muzzle as fur jutted from his skin.

  He had one objective; get the family to safety. Even the bear paused when he heard Connor’s growl. He was massive for a wolf, all alphas were. With his powerful legs he dashed at the hunter’s henchmen. Connor shot past the bear and he could feel the bear’s appreciation.

  Their moment passed quickly as Connor’s teeth sunk into the henchman. He bit deep and he tasted muscle and bone. The henchman cried out in agony. Connor wanted more. More blood, more meat.

  “Shoot him!” shouted Eli, as he rolled back and forth out of the way of the bear’s massive paws while lying on the ground.

  Connor released the henchman. A round of shots rang out in the diner. Glass shattered and wood splintered but Connor was too quick. He rammed his massive body into Mutt who was the only man left standing. Mutt fell to the floor from the attack, huffing and wheezing as he fell. The way was clear for the family to escape; they didn’t waste their opportunity.

  Connor stood over Mutt, not noticing the biker lining up a shot squarely at Connor’s side. It was too close to dodge; Connor readied himself for the impact of the bullets. If they were silver then this would be the end. He’d never get to see his child, nor hold Tess. All for a couple bears he barely even knew. Was it worth it?

  A mountain of fur came between him and the barrel. The bear
had leapt to save him. At first Connor didn’t know what to do. The bear sputtered up blood and went limp while Mutt tried desperately to reload his gun. Connor watched the light leave the father’s eyes. If he could speak, Connor would have thanked him from the bottom of his heart. With haste he sprinted from the diner.

  The few bikers outside were lost in the confusion. The mother sprinted for the road with her child clutched firmly in her arms. They were quickly intercepted by Connor’s ratty old truck.

  “Get in!” Tess shouted.

  The mother felt it was no time to argue, stuffing Greta in the bed of the truck before pulling herself over the side. Gunshots fired around them, Connor felt stings in his hide but he pushed past the pain that shouted through all of his muscles, and leapt into the back of the truck. The mother cradled her child as Tess hammered the gas. The tires spun briefly before finding traction to shoot them down the road.

  Connor watched in earnest as Eli ran from the restaurant, gun in hand. Despite the distance, he still fired his shotgun at the fleeing truck. One of the pellets grazed Connor’s ear, but didn’t cause him to flinch.

  Greta stared with teary eyes at the powerful alpha that stood watch over them.

  “Thank you,” the mother said through sobs. She kissed her daughter over and over then held her tightly while they sped away.

  Connor said nothing but watched vigilantly behind them until they were well beyond the range of the hunter. His heart raced and he wondered how long it would be until he would have to stare down the barrel of that gun, again.

  CHAPTER 9

  “Where’s my husband?” the mother asked.

  Connor, still in wolf shape, watched the road pass behind the truck on the quiet stretch of pavement without making a sound. She understood what his silence meant and sunk further into the truck bed. The daughter wiped her tears away and looked up at the proud wolf that protected them with awe. The shock of the moment had gotten to them all. Connor had one thought on his mind: protection. He needed to make sure Tess got to her destination safely even if it meant that he didn’t. He knew he would have done the same thing that the now dead father had done just moments ago.

  Connor glanced back at Tess who sat nervously gnawing on her fingernails in the driver’s seat. The window that separated the truck bed from the cabin was cracked from tiny chunks of silver that were embedded in the glass.

  Once again, their little truck had saved them from a catastrophe. And, instead of protecting them from bears, it was saving bears. Connor smirked from what he thought was a poetic moment.

  He heard the sound of a motorcycle lumbering just out of sight but coming up fast behind them. There were no cross streets, or spaces to turn off the main road. They would have to face this enemy head on. He braced himself to jump from the back of the truck while his fur whipped about in the open breeze of the truck bed. He would need to end this quick in order to keep everyone safe. A stray gunshot could spell disaster. The motorcycle came into view. A single rider was bore upon the back of the metal beast and in almost no time at all he closed the gap.

  There was something familiar about the rider. His clothing didn’t seem to fit him right, his shirt was far too large for his size and his leather chaps fit about the same. It was Alex.

  Of course it would be Alex.

  He passed the cab and Connor nodded, Alex returned the gesture. The loud roar of the engine was deafening for Connor but he was glad to see a familiar face in enemy territory, even if it was Alex’s.

  “Follow me!” he said, shouting at Tess through the driver’s side window.

  Alex shot ahead of the truck with a twist of the throttle. Tess obliged him, following closely behind. They drove for miles, and after almost an hour had passed, his motorcycle began to slow.

  He turned off the beaten path, between a few trees. The dirt path was almost invisible to the road. It was difficult to maneuver around with the truck but Tess managed well enough. Connor trusted Alex enough to accept his help.

  After a minute or two of driving, a forest clearing emerged ahead of them. Inside the clearing a row of huts lined up beside the tree line to the right, while in the center a fire pit smoldered. Alex pulled his motorcycle over by the nearest cabin and dismounted. Connor leapt from the bed of the truck while the mother and her child poked their heads up to view the scene. The daughter rubbed at her nose.

  “It’s alright,” Alex said, “nothing can find us back here.”

  Connor growled at Alex but let his humanity return to him. His paws stretched and split into human hands. His muscles strained and snapped over his still shifting bones, causing him to cry out in pain. As he stood to his full height he felt blood dripping down his shoulder from where the pellet grazed his ear.

  Tess ran over to him to inspect his injuries. Connor wasn’t used to bleeding for so long. Werewolf injuries healed quickly unless made by another shifter, or silver.

  “Thank you,” Connor whispered, taking the spare clothes that Tess provided him from the truck. Connor could already feel Samantha’s eyes trying their best to get a good view of his dick without staring and he turned toward the truck to change.

  “You’ll be fine in a few minutes,” Tess said, “It isn’t healing fast but it’s still healing.”

  “It looks like he just needs a drink,” Alex said. He strolled over to a nearby cooler and pulled out a half-drank bottle of whiskey.

  “For the victory,” Alex said. He pulled the stopper and belted down a hearty drink then offered the same to Connor who stared at him straight faced. “Lighten up,” he added, “You survived this time.”

  Connor’s fist flew out, catching Alex by the chin. Alex reeled back to catch his balance from the surprise.

  “What the hell was that for!?” Alex barked.

  “That was a goddamn hunter you moron. Mutt hired him to find you and kill you. Don’t you get it? This isn’t a game anymore. You can’t just run around and do as you please. There are real consequences for you actions.”

  “Don’t you think I know that?” Alex shouted back. He took another swig from the bottle before Connor snatched the bottle from his hand. He downed the remainder of the bottle, tossing the empty glass back to Alex.

  “What the hell were you doing there?” Alex asked surprised and angry, “and with my sister no less. Were you trying to get yourself killed?”

  “He was taking me back to the Cliff Walker den,” Tess chimed in.

  “So, you’re just taking her somewhere safe? Hell of a way to do it,” Alex said sarcastically.

  “Kid,” Connor clenched his fist, “Don’t start with me.”

  “You wanna know what you just did? You messed up three days of tracking in just twenty minutes,” Alex said, “That hunter has been incredibly elusive.”

  “Why the hell are you looking for the hunter?” Tess asked.

  “I thought it would be obvious,” Alex said, “After the last fight with the bears, something didn’t seem right. He shot at the bears but not wolves, figured I could beat a few answers out of him.”

  “You’re an idiot,” Tess said.

  He gawked at her before plopping down on the patio of the largest cabin.

  “It’s better than sitting in a den and doing nothing,” he said with a sarcastic smile.

  Tess balled up her fist but Connor held her back. He’d wondered why they only found silver bullets in the bears as well. Now after seeing the hunter kill bears in an effort to find the bear alpha; Connor had even more questions.

  “Did you figure anything out?” Connor asked.

  “Not a thing,” he replied.

  Connor released Tess and she stamped off to find a silent place away from her brother. Samantha stayed close to the mother who was trying her best to hold back tears for her lost husband. Greta held her hand, sniffling.

  “I guess there is one thing,” Alex started, “the hunter isn’t working alone.”

  “Like, the army of bikers that he brought along?” Connor asked sarcast
ically, “Yeah, I kinda saw that.”

  Alex grabbed a couple beers from, tossing one to Connor. He was already guzzling down his beer while Connor was unsure if now was the right time to be drinking.

  “They aren’t hunters,” Alex said.

  “But they had guns, with silver bullets,” Connor stated for the record, “that’s good enough for me.”

  “Anyone with a gun and silver bullets doesn’t count as a real hunter,” Alex replied, “At least not like this one.”

  “Where did you find this out?” Connor asked.

  “With my own eyes,” Alex said, “Hunters are more capable than I thought.” Alex adjusted himself on the porch. Then with a stick from the ground he started picking at the muck on the bottom of his shoe. “I thought they were just regular people, but when I first came across this hunter, well, he surprised me. He’s fast and a bit stronger than a normal person. I finally managed to track him just yesterday. He had a van that he was camping out of.”

  Connor listened carefully as Alex spoke. Anything he could use to kill this hunter was good to know. Tess, having finally let out her frustrations was on her way back to join them at the fire pit.

  “Somehow he knew I was there even though I could barely see him. But, that wasn’t what surprised me. What was amazing is when a pair of bears, big ones, came to try to kill him.”

  “I can tell they failed by the fact that we met him inside the restaurant earlier,” Connor said.

  “Exactly,” Alex said, “it wasn’t even a fight. He toyed with them like they were bulls in a bullfighting ring. He fired his gun and ducked every swipe. He knew how they fought and that’s what scared me.”

  Connor could hold his own against a single bear, but to easily fend off two of them was madness. If he could function that well against a couple bears, there was no telling how easily he’d handle a pack of wolves.

  “Where’s Cynthia,” Tess asked innocently.

  Alex tossed aside his stick and stood back to his feet with a grunt.

  “She’s spending time with her father. They’ll probably be back soon,” Alex said.