Sister Wolf

Wolf at door

Ok, what really happened...

First, I was in my room, just finishing the story about Wolfie/Eolf, when the doorbell rang. My first thought was maybe Mom had ordered pizza🍕. All of a sudden, splitting the air, was this loud whining howl! It wasn't just my dad playing around; I've heard his attempts at howling. This was a true wolf howl!

Well, let me tell you! I was out my room and flying down the hall like there was no tomorrow! I could only stop, staring, at the handsome young man standing in the doorway. My heart was in my throat, and I think I forgot to breathe! His smile was like the breaking dawn! His eyes held so much in them, but strongest at that moment was humor. He brought my stuffed wolf out from behind his back, moving his fingers slightly to make Wolfie's head move. As caught up as I was in this vision before me, I even noticed that little detail!

"I think someone missed you," the young man said. His voice was melodic. His eyes danced with joy. "I thought about cleaning him up more. I did brush his coat out some. He must have rolled in some leaves while out playing with the wolves..."

I knew, right then, right there! Only one person was out in the woods with me that day. Only one type of being could follow my trail back. Only one person would care about me so much, he would go to the trouble to hunt me down just to bring back a silly stuffed animal. I fell in love with him that very instant!!!!!!😍😍😍😍

"You're a werewolf," I whispered. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his handsome face.

My mom  started to apologize, but barely had a chance before I ran forward and grabbed my mate... am I getting ahead of myself? But who else could he be? Honestly! I just couldn't help myself!

I tugged him down the hall, pulling him into my bedroom. I somewhat ruthlessly shoved my poor mate toward my desk so I could close my bedroom door before my mom came in.

He did not react like I thought he would. He looked severely at me. "No little sister," he said, moving toward the door. "You do not have a man in your room with a closed door." Then he opened my door.

I wanted to blow up in anger at the fool! How were we supposed to talk about him being a werewolf if my mom could listen in? He gave me this look, like he wasn't going to budge on this point.

"Fine," I muttered, huffing.

I sat on my bed as he headed back to my desk. As he sat in the desk chair, he held out my Wolfie.

I took Wolfie from him, hoping my mate knew how upset I was that he called me little sister and not his mate. That's when my mom came back to the door with a spray bottle and paper towels.

"Mom," I called out with all of my teenage angst, "I need privacy! The wolf is fine!"

"You know it needs cleaned after..." Mom started.

I'm rather ashamed of what I did next😓 I yelled at my mom 😭 shouting, "Fine, then clean it!" I actually threw the stuffed wolf at her😞😥😓.

The moment she was gone with Wolfie, my mate softly said, "I thought you weren't going to yell at your parents anymore little sister."

He HAD to be that wolf in the woods!

"Go apologize," he told me with a nod toward the hall.

I couldn't take my eyes off him the whole way to the door. How noble he was! I laughed when he grinned at me, and I flew down the hall to apologize to my mom. She gave me the biggest hug, accepting my apology.