Different Element

Unreal

The sound of a furious snarl has me pausing though. My breathing hitches as I hear the sound get closer. Letting my eyes glance around without moving another muscle I don't see anything in my vicinity. It must be behind the dumpster or behind me, either way this is not going to end well. Biting my lip and trying to keep my breathing steady I turn around slowly and there's nothing there. Continuing to stay calm I begin to walk back to the bar. Wishing that I had waited for Dalton or one of his guys to walk me to the damn dumpster. Damn my stubbornness.

I cannot control the crunching of gravel under my boots as I slowly make my way away from whatever is behind the dumpster. Reaching under my bra I swiftly draw one my blades and grip it tightly. The snarling is louder now and I can almost feel the rage pouring off the beast. Even though I wish I could be naive enough to believe it was just some random dog I knew it wasn't. Being around Dalton the last day or so I have heard a similar sound. Although his was filled with pleasure there is no denying a regular dog cannot make a sound like that.

Taking a deep breath, I begin to walk again, the hilt of the knife gripping so tightly in my hand my knuckles have to be bone white. The sound of the backdoor slamming open and an irritated Dalton stepping out. Relief fills me so deeply I am only barely able to keep my knees from buckling. The irritation in his gaze drains from his face as fear takes its place followed by anger. Whipping around I see the massive grey wolf coming around the end of the dumpster and I hold back a scream. I know now that my back is to Dalton I can't take my eyes from the wolf. If I do that I risk being taken down. Wiggling my fingers on the hilt of the blade I take a deep breath and brace myself.

The roar of rage fills the air behind me and the energy in the air changes immediately. The grey wolf still looks fierce but now he's a little hesitant, a life-threatening mistake on his end. I'm not sure what changes but suddenly the grey wolf snarls and sprints toward me. It moves so quickly that I am barely able to raise my knife and bury it in its flesh when it barrels toward me. It's howl of pain has me using my tight grip on my knife and jerking the knife back and forth. I luckily buried the knife in the side of his neck. The knife is sharp but a smooth blade, only 7 inches long and curved so it fits in my bra right. You can't really carry a knife in your bra without it being noticeable.

As I continue to jerk the knife I feel the warmth of blood pour from the wound, over my hand and down my arm. The wolf finally gathering its senses jerks away from me. It's good that I had such a grip on the knife otherwise I would've lost it. When the wolf is no longer taking up the entirety of my vision I can finally see that he didn't jerk away, he was pulled. A monstrously large black wolf has a grip of the grey wolfs back leg and flings him across the parking lot and into a building. The black wolf takes up position in front of me, as if protecting me and it finally clicks into place for me. That's Dalton. Holy crap. THAT'S DALTON.

The growls and snarls that are pouring from his lips should have me cowering in fear but instead I feel safe. I feel so incredibly safe to have this perfect man, well I suppose wolf at the moment, protecting me. My knees wobble a little bit but I hold firm trying to keep my breathing steady. I do not want to make any sounds or movements that would distract him from his fight. I watch as Dalton crouches and snarls again, looking like one of my dogs about to pounce on something. Trying to stay calm I wait for the fight to ensue, but it doesn't. I'm shocked to see Dalton slowly turn around and begin to walk toward me. I'm not sure what is going on with the grey wolf but apparently, it isn't a threat of that I have no doubt. There is no way Dalton would turn his back to a threat nor risk my life in the process.

His beautiful eyes gaze at me as he approaches and his snarls have changed to growls. It takes me a moment to realize not only is he angry but this isn't Dalton. I'm hit with the realization that it's Dareious staring back at me from those eyes. Knowing from the one time I've been with him I know he's extremely protective and I can feel the anger and relief pour off him. Swallowing hard I feel a flush fill my cheeks and cover my neck.