Werewolfhumanrelationship Stories

"Who are you?" I asked seated in my defensive position. "Nathaniel Livingston at your service m'lady." He sketched a bow almost mockingly. "Well I suppose I should thank you for saving me from the wolves, though I haven't the faintest idea how you could have done so." He raised a brow and I continued. "If you would be so kind as to tell me where I can fetch my cloak I will be out of your way in but a moment." I stood from the bed raising to my full height which stood considerably shorter than his. "I'm afraid m'lady that I can't do that." "Why ever not?" I insisted some of the shock entering my eyes. "If it is repayment you seek, I can have my family send some money to you once I am home." "I'm not looking for repayment." "Then what could you possibly want?" "What we always want my dear, the girl of our choosing." My blood ran cold when I heard him speak those words. "The wolves work for you?" I asked confused not seeing any wolves around. "No, we are the wolves." His feral smirk chilled me as I tried to reconcile that thought in my mind. I was standing before the very beast that I might have had two days prior shot in the shoulder with an arrow.