My Significant Other

part 1

part 1

Water.

That was all my wolf could think of as we travelled through the woods on all fours. We’d been going at it for an hour, searching in vain for a nearby river that was on neutral territory. Where we couldn’t be spotted.

Alas she was exhausted, her survival instincts kicking in on full blast. Stopping every few minutes to tilt her muzzle to the moonlight. To the distinct cold air, which signalled the upcoming winter season, to detect a possible nearby river stream. And the probable menace that might have been trailing us.

So far we were in the clear. No scent of herbs surrounded the external, other than the obvious scent of nature itself. The forest; long thick things covering the area. The scent of wolves were distinct but there. Momentarily, it calmed her. Only enough for her to contemplate visibly, resolutely.

The whooshing sound of water became clearer and clearer as the wolf’s paws thundered the ground, pounding to its marked destination.

The wolf’s moonlit auburn coat brushed by the gust of wind, undeterred she pushed on. I had submitted to her, trusted her to lead us to a comfortable den in the woods for the night as I lay dormant in the depths of the mind. Relaxation and nourishment whispering mockingly in our exert state. I left it all to her and her instincts.

She was grateful, and so was I, as she lapped at the water before us. The river was powerful, moving violently along the rocks but in that moment, parched as she was, she thought nothing of it. Except to be careful, hungrily gulping.

Just as she was about to go in search of a temporary lair, a piercing howl broke through the clearing. Loud and clear, tinged with anger and… longing. Her head snapped up, eyes wide. She was just as confused as I was. Twigs snapped next in the distance.

I thought we were on no man’s land. Is this someone’s territory perhaps…?

Perhaps.

What? Why would you do something so irrational! I get that we needed some refreshment but this could get us—

Quiet.

The scrunching of leaves got closer and closer, she listened, carefully. Ears pinned back; her hackles rose, alert. Powerful paws thundered below us, indicative of our impending doom.

There was no doubt that the wolf was male, if the sturdy thumps were any indication. The scent was not prominent enough for the wolf to inhale and detect because of the blast of air. But it was there, enough for us to tell the gender and rank.

A higher rank.

It was a fight or flight situation. Adrenaline engulfed her internally. She didn’t know for sure that we were in danger but she didn’t want to take any chances.
She could be on someone’s territory and in the werewolf society that might as well be outright disrespect. To any alpha and their peers.

Without further pondering, she fled.

She couldn’t have moved fast enough even if she tried. The male was gaining in on us, too fast.
On any other day, I would have admired his agility. As a she-wolf, the strength of an alpha was always admired. It wasn’t something that could be helped, every female was not immune to the pull of a strong male.

A protector.

That’s if the she-wolf was attracted to her similar gender. But that didn’t mean they never saw the male as good leaders, admiring them for afar. Or up close, if they ever had the chance.

This male was no different, however.
The wolf could smell the power oozing from him as he gained momentum on our trail. Teeth snapping, growls so deep and lungful filled the ears.

She became so distracted by the profound, husky and alluring sound she missed the log before her. Tumbling to the ground hard before she knew what was happening.

Whimpers of pain, she couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to seem strong in front of the male—the silly wolf. She didn’t even know him, yet felt a need to seem upright.

The male growled again, anger and warning clear when the female tried to get up. Try and see who this male was, put the growl to the face. It seemed he wanted her in that submissive position. Head bowed, neck exposed, tail on the ground along with the body.

If it was possible, she gave a wolfie eye roll and lay her head on her dark spotted paws. He still growled every now and again, unmoving, dagger-like watchful eyes observing.

Alphas…

I know right, I muttered light-heartedly.

So far we weren’t killed. I took that as a good sign. We have hope yet. But something was itching inside of me. Like I finally found something I’d been looking for. For a very long time.

Do you feel that?

The pull?

If I was in human form, my eyebrows would’ve raised then narrowed in suspicion. She was too calm, too calm for my taste. For it could mean she had knowledge of something I didn’t.

Yes. Is the pull coming off him because his alpha?

It’s sad being a human sometimes, is it not? Over-analysing when something is just as it is.

I didn’t get the chance to tell her to stop being so ambiguous like she always has been, instead I got so freaked out I could have sworn I would jump out of my fur. The craziest thing happened—again, third time today. Must be a record.

A male voice, hoarse and baritone filled the vicinity of my head.

‘Mate,’

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