When the Wolves Come Home

Chapter Three

Graham parked in a spot in front that stated, reserved parking only.

At that point I got curious.

He helped me down out of the SUV on wobbly legs, still affected by the climaxes he gave me back at the mall.

My mouth watered as we walked inside and I felt underdressed. Everything was fancy and the hosts and servers were all in black and white tuxedos or dresses.

"Mister Steele. What a pleasure to have you here tonight. Your usual table?" He bowed his head just a hair and I scented wolf among other delicious other things. The food was distracting and I tried to sort through all the different scents. The strange wolf was the least of my worries.

He brought us to a table that screamed expensive. They even had a man playing a grand piano.

Graham ordered for us in French while I sat silently across from him. This place made me feel incredibly underdressed.

Our waiter brought us out a chilled bottle of champagne. As I took a sip the flavored burst upon my tongue. It was absolutely delicious, not too dry but not incredibly sweet. I closed my eyes to savor the flavor.

Time flew without us exchanging words.

And when they brought out our meals I about passed out from the smells alone. Everything looked delicious, there was filet mignon, grilled salmon, toasted raviolis, and tons of side dishes. I received stares off horror and disgust as I wolfed food down.

But hunger gnawed at my belly, other people's opinions didn't matter to a wolf.

When I got to the filet mignon, I savored the taste, chewing slowly with my eyes closed. Even for an animal I could appreciate fine things in life.

Graham didn't look disgusted by my appetite, for that I was thankful. For I continued to eat until I about fell asleep.

Graham told them to add it to his tab and helped me stand, my eyes drooped in exhaustion and I swayed on my feet.

I leaned heavily on his side while we walked back to his vehicle. It felt like one of the longest walks of my life even though I'm quite positive it was under two minutes.

I didn't realize I had started to change until after Graham had set me in the back seat. He tugged off my shoes and laid them on the floor boards. As the shift progressed he slipped my dress off and threw it into the back.

With this last shift I couldn't move a limb. All my excess energy left. As soon as my eyes closed I drifted off into sleep, thoughts of big intimidating alphas and pack members assaulted my dreams.

*******

When I woke it was quiet in the house. The not so pleasant burn of the heat cycle had left me and I didn't want to think of what that had meant.

I kept my breathing even as I rose from the bed, still as a wolf. Someone had left the window cracked, and I assumed it was Graham because his scent was the only fresh one in the room. It was also dark outside. I felt well rested enough, that I would try and make a break for it.

I nosed open the window a little more and it slid effortlessly. Thank goodness it was only a two story or I'd prolly have injured another leg. As I jumped I landed with little to no noise.

Fear ran cold through my veins at the thought of being part of a pack, to be the alpha bitch meant protecting others. And I'd never had experience with that.

So I ran. Ran as fast and as far as I could without looking behind me. Leaving back the humanity I hardly ever used.

The sun began to rise and warm the chilly forest. I already began to miss the comforting scent of Graham. But I'm not a pack wolf. Feral or a loner sure. But definitely not pack.