Zelda let out a choked, agonised sob.
In the next second, Nat had finished winding the bandage around the smaller girl's waist. She rose to her feet, pressed Zelda against the counter and kissed her quiet.
Later on, as Zelda slept fitfully on her couch, covered by an all-too-big blanket that threatened to swallow her, Nat cast a pensive gaze over her girlfriend's petite frame. It had become a recurring theme the past few weeks – increased dangerous activity that threatened their small, unsuspecting town, night patrols in addition to the stress that was senior year, and full moon nights shrouded by mist and blood. Zelda had proclaimed time and again her duty and intent to protect their town, and it was evident in the dark circles under her eyes and her sunken cheeks. Nat's heart ached to protect Zelda in turn, to tell her that someone had to take care of her too while she took on the burdens she had, that Nat wanted to be the one to take care of her. But in the grand scheme of things, she knew she was safer with Zelda's unwavering focus on keeping the town safe.
It wasn't even that Nat herself was helpless. No; she had the toned, athletic frame of a runner, and several trophies and medals from track meets and marathons to back that up. She was no Andre the Giant, but she did stand a good head taller than her girlfriend, who struggled to reach the top shelves in Nat's house. She wasn't weak either – all that running had to be supplemented with weight training and endurance training. So no, the problem wasn't that Nat was weak, or needed protection.
The problem was much simpler than that. It lay in that Zelda was a werewolf, and Nat... Nat was only human.
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My Werewolf, The Alpha
FantasiaTired from a childhood of moving around with her workaholic parents, Natalie Adams returns to her quaint little hometown of Aberdeen, hoping for a normal, uneventful senior year. Unfortunately for her, fate has other plans. When she catches the eye...
