His Human Mate

Charles looked out. The forest was unnaturally quiet. The breeze brushed against his shoulder length black hair. The cold wind didn't bother him thanks to his wolf. His wolf was enjoying the silence. The wolf in him whined and Charles became alert. He heard a ragged breath and a long throaty howl. Rouges. He mind-linked with the pack.

"Lyle, Sawyer, Milo- rouges in the west clearing. Charles began to shift. The crack of his bones felt good for being a 149 year old werewolf. He was still surprised to see his paws. The moon cast off light into the clearing. There were three rogues and two little humans huddling in the center. The rogues were circling them, playing with their prey. Charles' eyes landed on the older human. She was tiny and blonde with a set of nice hips and breasts. The wolf inside was wild. He wanted those rogues dead.

"My mate. Mine. Protect my mate." Charles charged toward the rogues. He ran to a brown feral-looking wolf and tackled him. The wolf fell and whined when he felt the crack of his ribs. Charles gripped onto him and bit into the flesh near his collarbone. The brown wolf cried out and Charles ripped his throat out, blood gushing from the wound. The wolf wouldn't live. He turned to the other two and they backed away slowly. Their ears flattened and the remaining two ran off. Milo and Sawyer started after them through the forest. Snapping tree limbs and final cries echoed in the area and Charles knew his pack mates had taken care of the two rogues.

Charles walked over to the oldest girl in wolf form and nudged her shoulder. She gasped and tightened her hold on the younger girl. The older girl, his mate, moved in front of her as a protective shield. His eyes glazed over her in utmost approval. She would make an excellent luna to his pack.

Alice was confused. This wolf in front of her protected her and was acting like a loyal dog that she had taken care of for years. Her little tag-a-long was her sister who was stuck in this difficult situation. Alice didn't know what to do now. Her mind was drawing a blank. She had barely escaped with Amy. She couldn't handle another wolf like she did hours earlier. Alice's hands were still shaking. She was lucky to have escaped with the little one. No one else had. Amy was her only family left. Wolves. Wolves had surrounded her summer house. Animals didn't plan attacks like that. Something was different about the entire situation. Alice felt a tug against her shirt and looked down at Amy. Amy was so little. She had to do whatever she could to keep her safe.

"Doggie! Alice! I wanna pet the doggie. He looks so pwetty." Amy's grubby hands pushed against her shaking ones. "Let me goooo. I wanna sit on him." Should she try to leave or should she stay until the wolf left? "Amy, you can't pet the doggie. What did mama and daddy say about strange doggies?" The wolf huffed and began to stand. "Amy. I need you to get behind me right now." The wolf whined and lowered himself to his belly. The wolf started crawling towards her slowly. He almost looked unsure if a wolf could look that way. He kept crawling until his hand was near Alice's lap. This was okay. Alice was still nervous but felt that it was going to be fine if they just stayed sti- Amy pushed her hands toward the wolf and grabbed tufts of fur. The wolf remained calm and Alice almost pissed herself. She was sure that was gonna be the end of everything. The wolf closed his eyes and let Amy touch him to her hearts content. Once Amy relaxed he slowly raised his head and nudged Alice's hands. He continued to do so until Alice pet him. This wolf was huge. The wolf was also insistent that she moved. He continued to nudge her up. So, Alice raised herself slowly with Amy on her hip.With a sigh, her legs began to move according to the wolf. "What's the harm?" She thought to herself.

Charles nudged her for the billionth time. In reality, he didn't need to but his wolf demanded contact with her. He craved it. Charles wondered if she could feel the pull.

"Of course she can. She has too. Why would she follow us if she can't feel the pull?

"She's human, Brother Wolf."

"Matters not. Her soul recognizes us."

The answer calmed Charles. He already loved his little mate. She looked like a tough kitten. Charles looked around.

"Milo, Sawyer. Did you finish burying them?"

"Yes Alpha. What are you going to do with the humans? The older one is smokin-..."

"Sawyer, she is mine! My mate! He growled. His wolf's anger spiked. "Sawyer any word about my mate in a sexual manner and I will dispose of you, understand?

"Sorry Alpha. It won't happen again."

His wolf calmed down immediately. His mate was warm and within reach. For the first time in a while, he was calm. His love, his lovely mate was beside him where she should be. And she was holding a small child. She looked nice carrying the toddler. His tail began wagging. Brother wolf must really like her. Brother wolf was both fierce and proud. She must have already accepted his wolf. Brother Wolf was happy. He could tell. His muscles relaxed when he gazed at her.

Charles stopped her at the edge of the forest. He went behind a tree and shifted. He grabbed his clothes lying by the tree and pulled his jeans over his muscular thighs. He walked away from the tree and stood in front of his little mate. She stared at him, shocked. Her muscles tensed. He would have to be as calm looking as possible to not scare her.

The wolf was gone and a beautiful man had appeared. Alice felt her blood surge. Had the wolf led her to a man? Alice took a step back. The man took a step towards her.

"Who are you?"