When the Wolves Come Home

Chapter Two

By the time he had me setting down on a small sofa, I absolutely ached with need. I wanted him to take me there even though some members of his pack followed him in. Literally born an animal, I didn't mind affections in front of others, it was natural. But the way some of the other wolves looked at me had me wishing I was spoken for.

"Someone get Harvey," the Alpha boomed in a loud voice. His glare made the other wolves advert their gaze.

Not even 2 minutes later a man rushed in his face full of concern, then confusion as he seen me. Other then the slight darkening of his eyes he hid his arousal to my heat well.

He walked close and gently probed my wounded arm with gentle fingers. I held my breath when he touched the broken bone afraid the pain would come, but it didn't. He kept his hands gentle as the watchful alpha stood behind him.

At some point the alpha threw on a pair of jogging pants. Same with some of the other wolves. New wolves who hadn't been around when i had been drug in came to check out the strange female presence. I didn't want to, but my heat clouded mind made me glad to be naked in front of them.

Apparently Graham caught on because he covered my fevered skin with a soft fleece blanket.

Their pack Doctor, Harvey, had went to grab a couple items to make setting the break a little less painful.

During the decades I had lived, I learned a few things among humans and experienced a lot. Human doctors always noticed too many things different about me. I tried to do as many humany things possible, so I wouldn't be classified as different when I did leave my wolf form to be around the humans. At one point I even got a tattoo with what little money I had obtained over the years. It was my wolf paw print, tattooed on my right hip.

I got it to remind myself even in this form, I will always be wolf.

Harvey came back and he pulled out a syringe that he quickly loaded with morphine. The size of the needle had my mouth dry and my heart racing a little on the fast side.

"I'm sorry little love, but on wolves the morphine wears off quicker than it does on humans. We use horse syringes to keep the wolves tranq'd longer if we aren't needing IV's. "

I turned my head away as Harvey took my right arm and wrapped some small rubber thing on my upper arm. The needle burned like a thousand bee stings on the way in. Not long after the morphine had my already heat drugged body in a state where my speech was slurred and I felt good, way too good.

It felt like I needed to shift but I was so drugged I couldn't bring on the change.

"Little one, I'm going to hold you while Harvey sets your arm. It's going to hurt like a bitch so you can scream or howl but try to stay still." His arms wrapped around me as he pulled my limp figure onto himself. When Harvey grasped my arm I thought I'd see stars. When he snapped the bones I began dry heaving.

Howling in pain, stray tears ran against my will down my face. He selected some kind of metal device covered in soft and plush fabric to brace my arm.

When he finished setting it I drew in deep breaths trying to calm my rapid heart beat. My arm throbbed fiercely. I knew it would be a few hours before it fully healed itself.

Graham loosened his grip but didn't quite let go.

He looked solemn and his eyes glowed with an anger only his wolf possessed.

"Leave us in peace," Graham said as he lifted me up and carried me up the stairs. We ended up in a bedroom that smelled of him. After the morphine quickly wore off I noticed it was grand. Everything done in shades of grey, except his sheets which were black.