Two-shots

White-wolf *1~

His name: Jason Momoa. He was an alpha in the Indian Kokoa tribe that held land here in Forks, Washington.

For the tribe to love pale skins was frowned upon, however, he didn't see the white wolf that would steal his heart.

She walked into the bar, her silver hair fell down to the middle of her back. She scanned the room, her eyes were two different colors; left was the gold of a wolf, and the other was blue of a pale skin.

Her eyes stopped on Jason a moment, before she strolled to the bar. He looked her up and down, examining every part of her. She was slender, standing at only 5'3". Her body was curvy, His wolf senses were tingling inside every nerve in his body.

He watched as she asked the bar tender for directions, nodding her head as she took in every word. She smiled politely. Her teeth gleaming white. He noticed her K9 teeth were a bit sharper than the average human, especially a pale skin.

"Thank you." She'd say, before making her way back out the door. Jason noticed her bottom, how it swayed with every step.

His pack followed her out as he paid the tab, following just behind.

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They made it back to camp, as he shed his human form. On all fours like a normal wolf, he ran through the wooded area, his paws sinking into the flesh of the earth.

It was then the vision of his hands sinking into her flesh, came to mind. His fingers digging into her hips, as she ...

He ran face first into a tree, groaning as he did so. BANG the sound echoed close by, as he felt the bullet go through his front leg. A loud yelp echoed out through the woods.

Jason limped his way to a cabin close by, scratching his paw at the door. His eyes widened, there she stood. Her eyes met his, and he realized he was imprinting on her.

BANG

She ushered him in, and closed the door tightly. She watched him a moment, before kneeling down to offer help. He was hesitant to go near her, afraid she might try to hurt him instead.

"Why do you fear me? I only wish to help." She'd say sweetly, her voice burning his ears. The sound was angelic, as he limped closer and stood so she could examine the wound. "You poor thing." She'd stand and move gracefully towards the kitchen area. She grabbed some dish towels and a knife. Along with a very thin spoon. She patted the floor, as he limped over to her, again turning so she could examine the wound.

Using one dish towel she cut off circulation to the limb. Using the knife she made the wound bigger, this caused him to howl in pain. She cringed, and petted his head gently. "It's ok, it's so I can dig the bullet out." She's smooth his fur back, taking the spoon and pushing it into the wound. When she pulled the spoon back, the bullet made a clank noise to the floor. She smiled in success, and wrapped another towel over the wound.

She touched his face gently, gazing into his eyes. "You're no ordinary wolf." She'd realize who she had just helped, "you're the alpha from earlier, aren't you?" He'd nod slightly, unable to return to his human form due to the wound. "Stay here with me until you heal, I'm sure your pack will be okay." She'd smile reassuringly, as he limped towards the fire place. He curled up and fell asleep.

Knock knock

She stood and answered the door, it was a couple of hunters. "Ma'am, we are sorry to disturb you. We were wondering if the animal we shot came here?" She narrowed her eyes. "Yes, you shot my wolf hound. He was out to potty, and came back with a bullet. You two should be careful!" She nearly hissed at them.

The two men nodded and apologized profusely. "We are so so sorry ma'am. We just seen a fairly large looking bear like creature. Please, allow us to pay for anything you need to heal your pet." She glanced over at the alpha and shook her head. "It's best if you boys leave this area." She'd warn before shutting the door. She heard them leave and went to sit in her rocking chair.

The alpha watched her a moment before dozing off to sleep.

When he awoke, she had left the room. The door was open a crack, as he wondered if she left by chance. He stood and felt the pain shoot through his leg. 'Shit, that's right. I got shot.' He grumbled as he limped to the porch, sniffing the air. The smell hit him like a ton of bricks, cooking meat. Despite the protest in his injured leg, he rushed towards the smell. A barn. He sniffed the air again, and used his nose to open the door.

"About time you woke up." He startled at her words, as he looked to her surprised. She had blood over her chest, down her chin. Even her silver hair was tainted red with blood.

Her eyes looked colder than before, as she turned towards the smoker. "I couldn't get myself to relax, so I hope you don't mind mountain lion for dinner." She'd say, as she turned and smiled warmly.

She tossed him a chunk of meat, as he caught it with his mouth and gnawed on it. He hadn't realized just how hungry he was.

After they ate, the two made their way to the cabin. The two hunters from before stood on the porch. "She's a werewolf!!" One screamed, aiming his gun at her. Suddenly Jason transformed back to his human self, she ran however, changing into the form of a white wolf.

"She's not a werewolf. She, like my pack, are anthros." The hunter lowered his gun, and glared. "Jason Momoa. You know werewolves aren't to live." He paused and looked to the dense woods. "How did a pale skin transform?" He looked confused as the realization hit him. Jason shook his head. "You scared her off, and I didn't even get her name." Jason sighed, as his pack came smelling the cooking meat.

"Alpha, you're alive." Came Brandon's voice as he took his human form. Jason nodded, his eyes glued to the woods. "No more hunting on these lands." Was all he'd warn before leaping over Brandon and landing on all fours as a wolf. He ran through the woods in search of her. But even her scent seemed untraceable.

He growled, coming to the edge of the woods that over looked the city. "Are you looking for me?" She'd be in her human form, looking scared of Jason. "Yes, I am." Jason would say, taking his human form.

He'd take a breath in, standing there. "My name is Emily." She'd say, as he smiled to finally getting her name. "Emily is a beautiful name." She'd half nod, hugging herself as she looked behind her to the woods.

"Do you know how many times I've ran from hunters? Werewolves like me are not liked very well." Emily, as she was now known, looked a bit sad. Jason smiled, touching her face as she slowly got closer to him. "Anthros are not were wolves." He'd say as she looked into his eyes.

She'd shrug, sighing as she touched his hand to hold it steady as she planted a kiss into his palm. "There's something about you..." she'd start, getting cut off as he pressed his lips into hers. When he pulled back, he noticed his pack watching them from the edge of the open space.

"Pale skin" one growled out in his wolf form, his paw digging down into the dirt. Jason glared at his pack. "She is a special pale skin, she shall be my bride!" He'd announce as he made a show of gripping her wrist far to tightly.

She tried to break free, remembering what her mother had told her about alphas.