Her Human

Eight

I note his morning routine: he gets up, eats a small breakfast, chops wood, occasionally heads to town and brings back numerous things (groceries, tools, books) then settles for the night, watching a movie or reading, before retreating to bed.

I'm still working out how I'm going to approach him. Every scenario I run through my head, makes me sound like I've escaped a looney bin. There's no way he'd believe me.

Eventually, I decide it's best for me to come out right with it. I'll sound crazy either way, no need to lie to him.

I shift into my wolf.

It's nearing dusk and I wait for him to return home from town.

A lock clicks and he enters his home, I'm just a mere couple of feet from his back door. I've never been this close to him and the invisible force tying us together, seems to pull me in his direction. It's hard to fight back. Thankfully, this time, I won't need to.

I hear him sigh and throw something down. Not in a good mood, I conclude.

Then, his footsteps get closer and closer. I stumble back a bit, why's he going out at this time? This isn't usual for him.

I back up behind some brush and watch as he takes his axe and throws it down onto some wood, chopping it cleanly in half. He's frustrated.

I watch with worried eyes. Abruptly, there's a noise, then a scent. Rogue.

It's too close. Too close to him. Even he's noticed the snapping of twigs, creeping towards his home.

Its pitch black eyes are easy to miss. Heck, I almost missed them. But his distinct, putrid smell gave him away.

What happened next felt years long. The rogue lets out a low, menacing growl and poises to lunge at my mate. Before I realize it, my legs are off the ground and I'm intercepting.

A deep growl rumbles through my chest. A warning as clear as water, back off.

The rogue was either extremely stupid, or didn't give a flying flamingo, because he kicked me off of him and sent me skidding across the grass like a tire on the loose.

I get back up, hastily. I watch as he approaches my mate, leaping up into the air and my legs are pumping to meet him halfway.

My mate scurries back, tripping and landing on the hard ground. "Stop!" He pleads, bracing himself with his arms.

I look over at him, which was not my best idea, as the rogue takes a snap at me. Now it's my turn to plead at him to stop being so distracting.

Now I'm on top of the rogue, who lets out a howl, I crush my paw on top of his throat to cut off whoever he was trying to communicate with.

I growl again at him, leave.

He once again kicks me off of him, a defiant and murderous gaze in his eyes. We roll, one over the other and I try to steer him away from my mate, who's still sitting in the same spot, watching us in shock.

Realizing this isn't going to end soon, I gather my anger, letting it fuel my strength. I viciously bite his neck and throw him into a tree. For a moment, he doesn't move. I creep up to him, cautiously. Then he twitches and before I can react, bites at my front paw.

I flinch back, pain overtaking me. He wastes no time getting up and running to my mate. Why is he after him?

I'd had enough, the look on my terrified mate's face was splitting me in two. I catch up to the wolf just as he pounces and knocks my mate to the ground. We're rolling again, biting clawing at one another, one ball of growling fur.