My Inner Human (Chris Brown Werewolf FF)

Chapter 3: Uncovering the Secret

"Black wolf" POV

As I raced back to my den with a sack of human food clamped firmly in my jaws, I couldn't help wondering about my mate. How could I have fallen in love with a natural wolf? It was preposterous! And I didn't see how I could keep my secret hidden much longer.

As I neared the cave, I heard whining and crying sounds coming from inside. I almost dropped the sack of food I was carrying, but I shook it off and wearily peeked under the leaves covering the entrance of the cave.

"White wolf" POV

I heard the snuffling sound of my mate approaching, and I growled in warning. My three pups cuddled closer to my warmth, and I bared my teeth as my mate stepped inside the cave. I barked viciously and snarled, making sure he didn't come any closer. He seemed angry with the fact that he was not allowed to see his pups, and a rush of understanding flooded through me. Could I risk it? With a sigh, my growl faltered and I allowed him to step forward, examining the pups. One was black-furred, one white-furred, and one white with black spots on his eye, paws, tail, and back. I licked the underside of my mates jaw. He buried his muzzle in my neck and growled affectionately. He seemed so unlike a wolf right now that it literally scared me. He bent lower to sniff the pups, and a threatening growl bubbled up in my throat. His muzzle quickly returned to mine, calming me. I grumbled in defeat and lay my head down on my paws to rest.

Almost two months later, the famine was getting a little better. However, it wasn't over yet. My pups were much bigger, and they began to eat the human food that my mate brought back. He got so much human food, he seemed more like a human than a wolf. I shivered with the thought, but I coudn't stop thinking that something was amiss. I finally decided that I should follow him. My pups were big enough to care for themselves for the little while I was gone, but I needed to be quick. As my mate left the den, I waited a few seconds before slipping out after him. I followed his scent and tracked him through the woods until I found a particularly thick patch of trees. His scent grew stronger, more eager. I got down on my belly and peered through the trees. My mate was there, and he had his head in the hollow of a tree. He resurfaced seconds later with a bundle of black fabric in his mouth, though I couldn't quite tell what it was. He looked around to make sure no one was watching him, and then he closed his eyes. His form shimmered, and then he was standing on his hind legs. As a human.

I almost howled in pain and misery as memories came rushing back to me. The reason I left my breed, my family, my friends, everything. And then I knew what had happened. My so called "mate" wasn't really my mate. He was nothing but a spy. I looked up at him through the trees. He had short black hair, and his dark brown eyes were the same color they were when he was a wolf. His skin was a light tan color, and he was tall and lanky, with full pink lips and a defined six-pack. My greedy eyes wandered down to the lower half of his body, and I was slightly disappointed when he pulled his shorts on. Oh, so that's what that piece of fabric was.  

He hurriedly disappeared through the other side of the trees, and I stood up and followed him. Even though he was a spy and I had lost all respect for him, I was still curious to see where he was going. On the other side of the trees, I saw a fairly large town. There were small houses all over, and many lights were on in the windows. I watched the boy I had trusted for so long, the boy who I had once called my mate, walk into the first house and reappear moments later with a bag of food. As he prepared to go back up the hill, I whined and retreated to the hollow tree where he kept his shorts. I was furious that I had been tricked and betrayed. I sat boldly in front of the tree, and moments later, he appeared with the bag in his hands. Now I realized why the food didn't smell like humans. He wasn't a human. He was a werewolf. How do I know this when I am a normal wolf? You'll see.

He dropped the bag in shock when he saw me, and backed up. I growled threateningly, all the hair standing up on my back. A loud breath whooshed out of his lungs. 

"Look, I can explain." He said. The beauty of his voice shattered my heart. I truly did love this lying piece of filth, and I hated myself for it.  

With a surge of anger, I leapt onto him, tackling him to the ground. My claws dug into the bare skin of his chest, and he winced in pain. My teeth glistened inches from his throat, and his eyes grew wide with fear. 

"Can you understand me?" He asked, wincing again as my claws dug deeper into his skin. I nodded shamefully and my head slumped to his chest in defeat. I could hear his hearbeat, mixed with his even breaths, as my ear pressed against his chest.  

"You know what I am?" He asked in shock. I nodded again, this time adding a growl. 

"What are you?" He breathed. I whined and pushed off him, but his arms wrapped around me, holding me captive. 

"What are you?" He demanded harshly. I growled and snapped at his shoulder, my canines sinking into his flesh. He cried out in pain but ignored it, curling his arms tighter around me, not letting me go. 

"You can't hurt me. I'm your mate." He whispered. I growled and before I knew it, I was howling at him, my tongue struggling to produce the words I hadn't spoken for so long. I knew there was only one other form I could use words in, and I hated myself for even considering it, but I had to. I reached deep inside myself, closing my eyes and waking up my other form that had been sleeping for much too long. I let it take over, and seconds later I was speaking. 

"I'm NOT your mate! You're a spy for my family or someone connected to them! You wanted me to get close to you so you could make me expose what I was! I HATE YOU!" I screamed, bringing my hands down repeatedly on his chest. His mouth was agape, and he was staring at me in awe. I quickly realized I was naked and crossed my arms over my chest, which was difficult, becuase his arms were still wrapped around me in an attempt to restrain me. He continued to stare at me.  

"You're just like me." He said.  

Before I could say what I wanted to say, his full pink lips crushed mine. He rolled over, with me pinned under him. His hands wandered down my bare back. I was so angry. I bit his lip, hard, until I tasted blood. I didn't let go, and he whimpered in pain, pulling his lips away from mine. 

"I am NOT like you!! I'm NOT a traitor, and I'm NOT a spy that coaxes other werewolves to show themselves UNWILLINGLY by PRETENDING to fall in love with them!!" I shouted, my eyes filling with tears.  

"What are you talking about?" His soft voice asked in confusion.  

"You KNOW what I'm talking about." I said angrily.  

"No, I truly don't." He said. His eyes displayed nothing but confusion, and I could see he was telling the truth. He wasn't a spy. He was just like me. A runaway.  

With this realization, I crushed my lips back to his with need. He made a noise of shock, but quickly kissed me back. It wasn't long before I remembered my pups. My mates tongue was melded with mine, his hands carressing my body. He had his shorts on, the only thing seperating us, and he didn't look like he had any intention of keeping them on. I broke away from him, breathing heavily. 

"What's your name?" I asked, realizing for the first time that I never even knew his real name. 

"Chris Brown." He replied. 

"I'm Elissa Jenkins." I said quickly.  

"Why did you think I was a spy? What were you talking about?" He asked. 

"Follow me back home. I need to get back to the pups. Then I'll explain." I said. 

"Fine." He said. He stood up and slipped off his shorts, allowing my eyes to continue their greedy staring from earlier. He threw them in the tree and phased into the wolf I had come to love. This was why he always acted more human-like after he got the human food. It was because he had shifted to a human. I quickly followed suit, feeling more comfortable when I was back in my wolf form. I hadn't shifted between the two forms in nearly five years, and it felt so weird. Chris stared at me. It felt so good having a name to his face instead of just "the black furred wolf" or "my mate."  Maybe my life was finally beginning to get better after all of these years.