The Rich and The Wolf

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RHETT

My wolf was screaming at me to hold her or even touch her. I ventured outside my comfort zone and I touched her cheek. My wolf howled inside me and I could barely contain myself. I felt a spark, which other wolves have told me is normal. Everything felt so right when I touched her or even when I was near her. After that, I went on telling her I would protect her and she deserved better. Who did she deserve? Me? Of course not, I was a lowly Indian from the Reserve; she was high class and rich. God, I was being so stupid.
"What happened?" Chase yelled through our minds.
"What's with all the yelling?" An older wolf yelled at me.
"Sorry," I muttered and blocked all the wolves out.
        I blew it. I blew everything. Elle probably thought I was some freaky weirdo. She probably wanted nothing to do with me. I made myself sound so protective and so dominant. Exactly what she didn't want, I sounded exactly what her sleazy ex-boyfriend sounded like. I couldn't help myself, I wanted to protect her. I had a pounding headache and my muscles ached, screaming to be let out of its skin. I had to get out and run before I did something I would regret.
        I pressed down on the gas pedal and stripped off my coat, throwing it on the seat beside me. I didn't need these extra layers on; my body temperature was already high enough as it is. The coat and sweater was a cover-up, so normal humans wouldn't suspect anything.
         I peeled in through the Reserve and raced down the main street. I slowed enough so I could make it into the tight turn into our driveway. I threw the car into park and turned it off. I jumped out of the truck and paced a few steps away and then back to the truck. I stripped off my shirt and jeans and tossed them into the truck.
"What's going on man?" Chase yelled from the front step. I glanced up at him and he was wearing baggy pajama bottoms and a long sleeved shirt. His feet were bare, as usual and he scratched his head. My best guess was that I had woken him up. The porch light was on and the dining room light was on as well. I could see the silhouette of my Uncle in the dining room. He had his arms crossed and I could see an outline of his face, his brows furrowed with worry and his jaw working with frustration.
"I blew it," I hissed lowly, but I knew Chase would be able to hear it. My arms shook with anger and frustration. I could hear the metal on the truck door bending.
"Blew what?" Chase asked and jogged down the front steps and walked to my side. I threw my hands up in frustration and paced away from the truck so I wouldn't damage it.
"With Elle," I told him, "I said some dumb things, pulled a move and I'm sure it's over," I spat out angrily.
"Go for a run," Chase told me and held onto my shoulder, looking me in the eyes, "I'll tell your mom, and Paul says it's okay. You need to blow off some steam," he said and nodded at me. I nodded back and raced to the tree line. I slowed to a jog and stopped, taking off both of my shoes and throwing them as far as I could. I heard them smack onto the gravel before I continued on into the forest.
        I jumped in the air mid-stride, my entire body shaking with adrenaline and anger. I shifted from head to toe into a giant chocolate brown wolf. As soon as my huge paws hit the dirt, I was off and running. I was exactly sure where, but somewhere calming and quiet.
        Night runs are a bit more relaxing and our vision is good enough that we can see things quite clearly. It's a bit more dangerous, more predators are out, real animals that aren't afraid to try and hurt us. All of the real wolves don't live in this area, but mountain lions and bears aren't afraid to take a run at us. I tried to stay towards the outskirts of the forest, that way I was able to shift back and walk back home if I needed to.
        I ran hard and dug up dirt with my paws, I heard birds flying above me and mice diving into bushes as I ran past them. I ran parallel with a creek and I heard many frogs croaking alongside the sound of the water rushing down the creek. I ran until I could feel my legs beginning to slow.
        By the time I was looping back around, I had made a plan for the next time I would see her. I would tell her all about me tomorrow. She got to explain herself, so I would too. I planned on leaving out the wolf part, but I wanted to tell her about my father and sister, my uncle and mother. I wanted to tell her about homeschooling and who I really am. I hope that this plan wouldn't freak her out too much. I'm sure she would understand. I mean, if she told me all about her and Connor, she would want to know some things about me. It was only fair.