Side photo = Casey
The door opened, and Casey hurried in immediately searching for Malisha. Wotan casually followed and leaned against the wall near the door. His eyes were watching Ayla with an indiscernible expression. He looked lost in his thoughts, and Ayla’s curiosity peaked, wanting to know what he was thinking about. It definitely had something to do with her, she assumed.
As Casey approached the girls, Malisha seeped deeper into the couch as if to disappear, and Ayla took notice. She stood up with her hands secured as fists, ready to let the werewolves know how hard she pushes back.
As Casey drew near, he was so focused on his mate that he did not discern Ayla’s movement until it was too late. Ayla released all of her bound up emotion and hit Casey squarely on his jaw. There was a second where time seemed to stand still, and then all too quickly it moved entirely too fast. Everything blurred together in a sequence of fur and growls.
Ayla saw Casey’s stormy grey eyes shift to a fiery orange. His lips quivered and a growl passed through his gleaming, lengthening teeth.
In a flash, he lunged toward Ayla shifting as he went.
Malisha had stood up and was trying to pull him back, a screaming, “No!” passing her lips.
However, the shifting of his body easily unbound him from her grip.
With widened eyes and a stopping heart, Ayla felt herself stumbling back before an arm wrapped around her waist and threw her back near the waterfall. Still off-balance, the added force brought her to the ground with a fierce knock to her head. Through blurry eyes, she saw two wolves growling and sniping at each other.
Malisha was screaming, her eyes darting between the fighting wolves, Ayla, and the unguarded door.
Ayla kept her eyes upon Malisha, trying to ignore the loud yelps coming from the tumbling animals.
As the two wolves broke apart, Malisha finally decided to help Ayla. However, as she tried to get around Casey, he turned his muzzle towards her and snapped his jaw warning her to stay put.
Wotan was growling viciously. His legs were stiff, his ears tall and forward, his tail was vertical except for a small curl towards his back. His whole countenance denoted power. Casey growled back at first,, but after a few moments, he began to whine. Crouching low, he rolled onto his back and exposed his belly and throat.
Wotan stealthily walked towards him and gently bit down on Casey’s throat. Deepening his growl, he bit a little harder.
Casey whimpered, and with a final warning jerk, Wotan released his hold. He stepped back few paces, and with the extra room, they both changed back into human forms. Wotan stood first with a look of burning fury in his eyes. His hands were clenched with anger as his lip continued to curl back with a snarl.
Casey slowly rose, but made sure to keep his eyes lowered. He hurried to his mate’s side and wrapped an arm around her body. He ushered her from the room before the girls could share a final, comforting look.
Wotan eyed their exit with an intense glare as Ayla watched on hopelessly. She did not know what to do. Her strength felt even more depleted. Her vision had returned, but a severe headache had come with it. She was too scared to look at Wotan as he walked past her without a word.
He slammed the door so loudly that Ayla flinched. She did not hear the lock, but she did not dare try running away. She did not have the strength or the courage for it right now. Maybe she would ten minutes later, after she was sure Wotan was gone.
Unfortunately, Ayla never got the chance. Half a minute later, the door reopened and Wotan walked in with a plate of food and a couple of books. He placed them on the bed without a glance in her direction. Wordlessly, he again left and re-slammed the door, though, this time it may have been a little less forceful.
Ayla’s hopes of escape were dashed the moment she heard the sound of the lock being turned.
Wotan shifted into his wolf form and began to race through the woods along his favorite trail. He knew it well enough that he would not have to pay attention to his surroundings, which would make it easier for him to think in depth.