Alone Wolf

Burning Questions

"Breeding program!"

Sabine flushed with outrage. Had her earlier assumptions been correct? Had Hans captured her with the intention of letting other men use her? The thought of touching the Major filled her with revulsion.

The blood pressure machine crashed to the floor as she jumped off the examination table and pointed an accusatory finger.

"Now you listen here! If you think I am going to sleep with you, then you've got another thing coming!"

Hans raised his head. His expression unreadable as his eyes shifted towards the Major. Despite her sudden outburst, he merely scoffed.

"You insult me as a man of principle! I wouldn't dream of testing the Captain's loyalty for a quick fuck with his mate... That would be suicide."

Sabine doubted how many principles a man like the Major could possibly have.

His odd choice of words began to sink in. She felt a chill run down her spine.

"What did you say?"

The Major's smile stretched to reveal blunted teeth, but never touched the cruelty in his eyes.

"We had a deal, Fräulein. Explanation for cooperation. You won't get another word out of me until you sit down and learn to behave."

Sabine grit her teeth and sat back on the table. The Doctor grabbed her arm with more force than necessary. He didn't bother hiding his look of contempt as he continued to take her vitals.

"You called me 'his mate'. What do you mean by that? We were only together once!"

Hans tried to catch her eye, but she refused to look in his direction. Her attention remained firmly on the Major.

"How many times does not matter. You wear his mark. The ritual is complete."

The Major gestured to the spot on her shoulder where Hans had bitten her. Sabine lifted her hand and explored each of the deep indentations. The scar tissue was jagged and warm to the touch. Clearly visible against her otherwise unblemished skin.

"I... don't understand..."

The Major's golden eyes flashed with vicious amusement. He seemed to get a cheap thrill out of her confusion.

"Did you not know what you agreed to before the union took place?"

He slowly shook his head and tutted.

"For shame, Captain. That was not very gentlemanly of you."

Hans remained indifferent as Sabine slammed her palm against the exam table.

"Just tell me what the hell is going on!"

"Think of the ritual as a permanent bond between werewolves. A marriage, if you will. Till death do you part and all of that nonsense.

He waved his hand dismissively through the air.

"I suppose congratulations are in order?"

Sabine's mouth opened. She started to speak, then closed her mouth again. The Major was lying to her. He had to be!

"Werewolves are not real."

The Major stared down at her. She could find no sign that he was being dishonest.

"After everything you have witnessed, you still don't believe?"

Pressure against Sabine's chin turned her head to the side. A bright light made her wince and shut her eyes.

"The subject appears to have a deficit of basic intelligence, Major. I thought for sure the Captain's unconventional anatomy would be a dead giveaway! His knot alone should have identified him as a Midian for a woman with so much experience."