The beginning of a werewolf tale

Chapter 2

The weekend can't come soon enough.

The work is monotonous. The paperwork drains me. I constantly have hot flashes when I stand up that are helped a bit by water. I have to sit by the window so I don't feel trapped and surrounded. That's the funny thing about a desk job, it sucks away your will to survive.

Or your head pounds, people won't shut the fuck up about their shade of lipstick (dude, if you put on makeup every day your wasting money you could use on more useful shit) and who their currently dating. I can hear every individual conversation in the building (my hearings not that good but I DO HEAR IT WHEN THEY'RE YELLING). If someone comes up to me I will attack them and hope they have a knife so I can stab them in the eye.

JUSTICE P.O.V.

'Mate is close' my wolf informs me as I stride after a coworker at Black Forest bounty hunting. I sniff and recoiled at the overwhelming stench of the place. Lemon cleaning fluid and motor oil coffee.

Then, under all the other scents, I smell her. A rich, but intoxicating aroma, that brings my body to life and my wolf ordering me to, get off my arse and find our mate.

Then a male runs past, smelling of blood and fear. Just behind him is a small, muscled female, vibrant red hair almost glowing in the light coming through the small windows high above, beautiful face contorted in a feral snarl. Her clothes are black, a tank and long baggy pants, and then her scent drifts over to me. She is a shifter, or something close. My mate.

My knees almost give out. Then I see it. There is a rip in her shirt, across the left side of her ribcage, and there's blood seeping from the fabric stuck to her skin. I barely suppress the urge to throw myself at her and wrap her up in bubble wrap so no one can ever lay a hand on her ever again. She launches into the air and tackles the fleeing male around the waist. He throws back an elbow but is already on his way down. It hits my mate in the cheek, but she doesn't seem to notice. He rolls over onto his side and she is on him in a flash, sending punch after punch into his huddled form. The wimp starts crying and sniveling for his 'mummy' to save him. How pathetic can you be?

I grab my mate around her waist, and haul her toward the nearest bathroom. She fights me every step of the way, little, lithe body undulating against me. I can feel the tingles shooting from where our skin touches, but she seems too intent on escaping to notice.

We get to the bathroom and I shoulder the door open. I'm met with the sight of white tile bathroom that's surprisingly clean, a row of sinks and a bank of stalls directly across from them. Only loosening the clench I have on my mate when the door behind me is securely closed. I don't want to put her down on the floor but I have no softer option judging by the solidness of the cubicle walls.

As soon as I loosen my grip she swings around and I duck the kick aimed for my chest. Damn she's cute. I dodge the palm on a collision course with my nose, the knee aimed for my groin, and the right hook going for my stomach.

Then I stride into her, ducking the blow aimed for my face and the foot going for the side of my knee, I crowd her, herding her between me and the wall, careful not to hurt her. She continues fighting and I make a soft crooning that I am slightly freaked out with. She slowly relaxes so there are no complaints here.

"Would you fucking get off me" says my mate in a vicious snarl, and my already engorged dick  stiffens so that, if I had a mind to, I could probably hammer nails with it. Fucking perfect. Well she is but anyway, back to the problem at hand, I grunt a response and let her go. She whirls to face me and I get my first look at her exquisite face. She has strong, lightly tanned and sharp features, hard chin and jaw, sharp but blunted nose, strong cheekbones that could probably cut a diamond, and deep jade eyes that pierce straight through me, taking everything I am with just one look.