LUPO: Part I

II

I looked away shyly as a blush tinged my cheeks. My stepfather hadn't heard his sudden 'Mate' outburst by the looks of things; I was silently thankful for this. Wyatt was a typical protective father figure and I knew his defensive instincts would not stand for a stranger growling at me.

''What happened?'' Wyatt asked.

''Bear attack.''

''A bear attacked you?'' Wyatt questioned with a brow raised, disbelief evident in his voice.

Nevertheless, the young man nodded, still adamant with his version of events.

Wyatt sighed; he wasn't one to push things anyway. ''Stay with him Leah. I'm going to get the golf cart, I can't risk anymore damage by carrying him.''

Wyatt stood up and ran back towards the house. I repositioned myself further from the man all too aware that I had become the subject of his intense and almost threatening gaze.

''What were you doing in the woods?'' I asked in shakily in a weak attempt to fill the deafening silence.

''Hunting.'' Was all he gave, his voice was feral and a lot more alarming than before; his eyes narrowed. "Mate." he growled once more. Just like I had done before , I chose to ignore the statement as I didn't know what mate  meant exactly, so I just pretended that he hadn't said anything and waited patiently for Wyatt's return.

I turned looking back at the house, looking anyway but his  direction; all too aware of the fierce stare that was burning holes into my back.

I couldn't deny he was good looking; dangerous but good looking. His hair was a mixture of pure black with chestnut highlights running through it.

Now that I'd had a good look at him I realise I'd seen him around town a few times, but I didn't know his name. I was about to turn back around and ask him when Wyatt returned with the golf cart. He loaded the young man into the passenger seat.

''Open the back door and get the guest room ready.'' Wyatt instructed.

I nodded and ran back into our house. We had an indoor garage at the front of the house where we stored our golf cart and dirt bikes. The garage was connected to our basement, so all we had to do was open a door on the ground. I ran into the basement and opened the door to the nicest guest room we had. I pulled down the sheets to one of the twins sized beds and laid the pillows flat.

Wyatt came in moments later carrying the young man with all his strength round his shoulders

''You're going to need a few stitches, son'' said Wyatt, concern evident in his voice. He was examining one of the injured man's deeper cuts. He walked out of the room as if he knew what was doing; I couldn't help but shake my head in amusement

"Is he a doctor?" A deep and feral voice filled my eyes.

"No, he's a minor league baseball player." I told him. "So I guess he must have some sort of experience fixing injuries, right?" I asked more like pondered, trying to reassure myself Wyatt knew what he was doing. Wyatt soon returned, this time with a more complex aid kit.

''Is he going to be okay?'' I asked.

''He should be, but you need to go upstairs for this Leah.''

''I can't watch?''

''No.''

"Hmph." And I left the room. I watched some TV to pass the time; the storm hadn't arrived yet, thankfully

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Mom came home around five looking extremely stressed. She dropped a ton and a half grocery bags she was carrying on the kitchen counter.