Fangs and Fur

1- His Eyes

Running. That's all I had been doing for the last 30 minutes. Its growls and footsteps pushed me to keep going even as my body protested against it. I leaped over yet another tree root, trying desperately not to trip and fall.

Sure, I could try to turn and fight — my vampire instincts may give me an advantage, but I also hadn't been trained to fight at all, so it would most likely end in my death. So I ran. Legs burning, heart pounding, and my fear running rampant through my body.

I ran until suddenly I was tackled into the unforgiving ground. I looked up to see gleaming teeth and red eyes inches from my face. Then I smelled it, and by the rogue's reaction, he did too — we had run into a pack's territory.

It wasn't long before we heard growls and pounding footsteps headed our way. I looked around, noticing for the first time I was in a meadow — one I would have described as beautiful had I not been fearing for my life.

He tried to run, hoping to cross the pack's border before they could catch him, but it was too late. The pack warriors had surrounded us in seconds, and he was cut off from running anywhere. Then another smell hit me—earthy but also sweet, like vanilla and the forest after it rains. It took me seconds to realize I had found my beloved. My eyes immediately started to dart around, trying to zero in on which wolf the smell was coming from when a deep growl was let out behind me. I whipped my head around and my eyes connected with silver ones. The growl was his, and he was the alpha. His wolf was huge, way bigger than the others that surrounded us. I was in awe; he was so beautiful. My hands itched to reach out and run my hands through his fur. I knew then and there that I would do anything for him.

Forcing myself to focus on the present, I hadn't noticed he had shifted back to his human form. "Who are you? And what are you doing on my land?" he all but growled at us.

"I was celebrating my birthday when he attacked me. I was running from him," I answered quickly, not wanting to anger my beloved any more than he already was. He glared at me, staring me straight in the eyes, likely to see if I was lying. When he didn't find any trace of a lie, he shifted his glare to the rogue who was looking for a way to run away. With a look of disgust, he shouted at the rogue, the sudden loudness making me jump, "Shift, rogue, now!" The rogue, with a whimper, shifted back. A dirty man with matted hair stood in the wolf's place, and with his head bowed low, he begged, "Please, Alpha, I didn't know I was on your land. It won't happen again, just let me go."

The Alpha growled again and chuckled darkly. "Why would I let a filthy rogue waltz into my territory and simply waltz back out? No, you're going to the dungeons where you'll rot until the council decides your fate. Usually, I would just kill you, but new laws prevent it." He gave a signal and the warriors started to drag him away, but my mind was focused on him. I went to touch him, his tanned skin looking so beautiful in the moonlight, and my previous fear dissipated.

"Don't touch me." He jerked his hand away from my reaching one, his angry eyes boring into my own. My heart shattered, a look of pain contorting my features. "We are soulmates," I stated in a hurt voice, not understanding why my beloved was treating me so coldly.

"I don't need a mate and I certainly don't want one, so I'll warn you one time. Do. Not. Touch. Me." Tears sprang into my eyes. With trembling hands, I muttered an okay.

"Come, you'll stay at the pack house where I can keep an eye on you while I figure out what to do with you." I nodded my head and followed him as he and the rest of the warriors began to head back to the pack house.

The walk back to the pack house was shitty, to say the least. Pain laced my heart and body as the adrenaline wore off and his words continued to ring through my head. Soon, we reached a beautiful mansion that I was positive had to be the pack house. He walked through the front doors, glancing briefly over his shoulder to make sure I was following, and led me up the stairs to a long, dark hallway. I admired the beauty and decor of the house; the arched doorways and paintings made everything seem so fancy, but it still had a modern feel to it. Breaking out of my thoughts, I saw he had stopped in front of a door.

"This is where you will stay. You are not to leave this room until I send someone to get you, understood?" How stiffly he spoke to me bothered me. He was my beloved; he was supposed to love me, not hate me. Was it because I was a vampire? Was it my lack of skills? Was it because I was male? Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at the floor to hide them.

"Okay."

He suddenly growled, causing me to jump. "You will address me as Alpha."

I dug my nails into my palms to keep from sobbing. "Yes, Alpha."

With that, he opened the door and pushed me in. I briefly heard the door lock and footsteps walk away before I flung myself on the bed, crying in sorrow at my beloved hating me. What had I done to make him hate me so? As I lay there in the cold room, sobbing, I tried to will myself to sleep but couldn't. It wasn't until hours later that I managed to cry myself to sleep.

Hello! Author here, welcome to the book! I just wanted to take a moment to say thanks for reading and I hope you like it. I'm sorry for the first chapter I know its depressing.

But Poor poor Finley all he wants is love and don't worry he won't be pitiful forever.

Anyways see you guys in the next chapter 👋