His Human Mate

1- Howling wolves.

    "Yeah, like no thanks. Why would I want to know all the tidbits of how you spent your night with Will? Just because he is back in town?" Tess asked incredulously.

    The brunette next to her swirled on her creaky chair to give Tess a disapproving look.

    "First of all, rude; you should be glad I am willing to give you some tips. Secondly, it is not because of his return, I gush about him all the time," Clara said with a shrug.

   Although Tess knew her friend did not mean to sound demeaning, she still felt a pang in her fragile heart. Clara's relationship with William was everything to be envious of; the man treated her as though the very ground she walked on was gold. Tess craved that kind of attention.

   The people that the woman had gotten the chance to welcome into her life all turned out to be assholes. The last one dumped her just because she refused to wet his d**k that early in the relationship.

    “What are you thinking about, Tess? Why don't we finish work and get to your place? I am certain that Will won't mind.”

    Tess smiled with beaming green orbs, “a sleepover?”

    “You bet.”

    The two lasses were forced to focus on getting the task at hand done lest they face the fury of their boss, Mrs. Greggs.

    The last thing either of them wanted was a query. The clinic was not big, but they got animals daily, so they were always busy.

    Tess stopped administering an injection to a sick cat and listened; she thought she heard a howl. The blonde woman paid no mind to it knowing it must be coming from the forest lining the area.

   On the other side of the forest, sitting in a dark office, a young man also paused upon hearing the howl.

   'Rogues spotted at the East border. I am in the West, so I will be late.' Logan's beta mind-linked him.

    Logan replied through the connection, 'I will go'.

    The male sighed as he stood, not having prepared for the stroll; this was the job of his Gamma, but the Alpha had not the slightest clue where William was. He reckoned he was being too soft on the Gamma.

    Logan was getting frustrated with everything. To what length did he have to go before the rogues got the message that the territory was his, off-limits? The man dashed through the thick greenery in search of the intruders.

    Logan reeled backward, narrowly escaping a sharp claw. How did he not sense the wolf? The Alpha knew something was wrong somewhere.

    He realized he had walked into a trap when more wolves emerged from the trees, and he found himself surrounded. The wolf standing at the forefront had blood matted to its dirty fur, and Logan stared into its crimson eyes.

    The wolf snarled, showing a majority of its teeth, but didn't attack; it just stood there, staring, quite audaciously, to be honest. The look peeved the Alpha.

    "What are you here for?" Logan asked. He found it odd that rogues were working together.

   The wolf blessed Logan with no verbal response but with a pat of its paw, a signal to attack.

    One of the wolves launched itself at Logan, straight for the head. His wide-opened mouth dripped with saliva and blood as Logan grabbed it by the mouth. The alpha did not waste time in tearing the wolf in two from the jaws.

    The other wolves decided to attack jointly. One aiming for his legs, the other his hands, and one his face. They meant to reduce him to shreds but the alpha moved quickly. He grabbed the wolf whose claws were right in front of him and flung the wolf towards the others.