Wolf Girl

Chapter 11

*summer after 9th grade*

In my wolf form, I leap upwards and do a front flip over a rogue wolf.

Rogues were wolves who were basically lone wolves that were really aggressive and mean, and boy, did they smell. All rogues had a smell like mud, dirt, dirty water, feces, garbage, etc.

Gross, right?

Once I have landed behind the slow wolf, it turns around very slowly to face me, and Alan bites down on the rogue's left leg. The now injured wolf lets out a loud yelp, and I jump forward just to tightly clamp down my jaws onto his windpipe, killing him instantly.

This was a normal wolf, not a werewolf. Normal wolves were much slower and weaker than werewolves and werefoxes, so that gave Alan and I a huge advantage for this kill.

Killing normal wolves was child's play, but I didn't do it often. Alan and I only did it this time because the rogue had attacked me first by pouncing on top of my back, and it had attempted to kill me.

I spit out a chunk of wolf flesh from my muzzle, and sniff the dead wolf. My mind flashed back to when I had killed that man two years ago.

How horrible I felt afterwards, and how scared I was that someone would find out my secret. I was so scared of anyone finding out that I would kill them.

Sometimes I had wished I was a normal girl, but a lot of the time I was glad that I had my own way of defense from things like that. It was just so hard to hide my secret...

. . .

Over the last year, Alan's uncle (who also was a fox) has been training Alan and I really well. We learned fighting techniques we could do together, and techniques we could do on our own, for different situations.

He taught us hunting techniques, fighting techniques, war stances, and other "fun" things like that. I didn't find it very "fun," but Alan was all about it. He found it really fascinating that he could do all of these "cool tricks".

I, however, was more focused on the fact that it was self defense from any human attacks.

I couldn't trust a human with my life. My old friend Avery, I had found out that her and her new boyfriend (not Brice, she cheated on him with a girl, sadly.) were smoking pot and having sex together. She lied to me and said that she didn't do it, and I had found out from someone else that she did in fact do it. The person who had told me, swore to me that Avery had told her herself.

I can't trust humans due to their lying nature.

. . .

Alan and I had walked back to his house on that hot summer night. Him and I were going into tenth grade, and I was very excited. Al, not so much.

He hated school. He would much rather be running around in the woods all day than sitting in a class. I've got to agree with him, but only hyperbolically. Alan would literally do it if he had the choice, but sadly he had no choice.

Around the end of 9th grade, I had finally started to accept Alan as my mate. After a lot of talking to his mother and understanding more about what a werewolf truly is, I accepted my mate with open arms.

Mrs. Reynalds had told me how badly Alan wanted to meet his mate after she had first talked to him about what being mates with someone means. She said that the night he found me in those woods, he came home almost in tears because of how happy he was. With the fact that we were good friends in elementary school, it made him even more happy.

When we arrived at Alan's house, he had asked if I wanted to go in his room. I nodded, and he took me up to the third floor, to a door with a Monstercat poster on it. We both loved Monstercat.

He opened the door and guided me in, closing the door behind him. He then plugged his phone into some speakers, and began playing the song called "The Girl" by Hellberg. He knew I loved that song.

He pulled me into a very tight and warming hug. I hugged him back, and listened to the lyrics to the song.

"Calla White, you make me so happy, you know that?" he asks me into my hair.

"Alan Reynalds, you make me even happier," I say into his chest. I listen to the music as Alan slowly pulls me away from his grasp, and looks into my eyes.

"The girl that time forgot," I hear the song come alive, as Alan brings his lips to mine, causing them to crash together in a blissful kiss.

He doesn't kiss me often, but when ever he did, I always felt everything loosen up in my body, like I was safe.

We hold our kiss for a while, until Alan breaks off. He leans back only a little just to stare into my eyes once more.

"Calla?" he asks.

"Alan?" I reply, blushing.

"Calla White, can I say something?" he asks.

"Of course," I say, smiling. He backs up enough so we both have our space, but he still continues to stare deeply into my eyes. He grabs both of my hands, and caresses them in his.

"Cal, you are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on. I mean that. You are more gorgeous than those woods are to you. You are more fascinating to me than a baby bird hatching from its egg, and more dazzling than any sunset. You mean everything to me, and I would do anything just to have you safely by my side," he pauses for a second, to take a deep breath.

"Calla, I love you."

I feel everything in my body freeze for one moment. My heart had even stopped. I nervously glance around his room, and my heart pounds in my chest. This was the first time he has ever said that he loved me.

"I love you too, Alan," I finally say, and the song comes to an end.