The anti-shifter organization was testing my nerves and also testing my borders. They had been spotted less than a mile out this time and every day they were pushing closer and closer. Testing how far they could get before we would be reactive, our Alpha had decided to not engage in their behavior, he argued that in doing so we would give them the reaction they wanted. Seeing the wolves angry provided them evidence for the narrative they were pushing. I disagreed with this position, if we gave them an inch they would simply go the mile. We should enable this stereotype because maybe we would install fear. Maybe that would let them know we were not to be fucked with.
I was probably not the best person to send on this job. I would kill this human if it provoked me, and I would pike his head on a stick so every other human could see it and know our lands were not to be fucked with. That would send a message that could not be misinterpreted.
As I walked the short mile outside our lands and more deeply into the forest, I thought about how I would graphically maim this human. My animalistic nature loved this idea. Though I know the Alpha, who had sadly assimilated into human culture, would completely disagree with this stance.
I loved being here, nothing felt better than being deeply eluded in the trees, covered by moonlight, listening to the birds sing. There was no place where I felt more wolf, more in touch with myself, than hear. I stopped and listened, more trying to hear the environment rather than trying to hear a heartbeat or breathing. It didn't take too long until I heard it though. The footsteps of someone running, breathing deeply directly in my direction.
I watched as the person, the girl, tripped over the deeply embedded log. She would fall on her hands and knees, panting harder than I'd ever heard a person pant before. Something urged me to help her up, maybe again my bestial nature, as a protector it was my job to help those smaller than me. I thought against it, this girl was the enemy, a ploy, to distract me and use my instincts against me.
I watched her stand, and brush off her dress as if that would remove the grime permanently embedded into the cloth. Then she would look up, our eyes making contact.
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RomanceMaya, a once captive woman, will have to learn how to interact with society after being isolated for ten years. See how Maya struggles to find herself as she meets changes when reintroducing herself to this new world. See how she encounters love, ov...
