The Lone Wolf

~~TWO~~

~mate...~ Zayev rumbles, and the slightest of growls reverberates in my chest.

She is truly beautiful.

"Y-you are awake..." Her soft voice barely audible, I strain my ears to hear her shy whispers. I make her nervous...that bothers me more than I expected.

"Who are you? What am I doing here?"

I try to ask in a normal voice, my usual gruff tone would probably only make her more timid. She shivers at the sound of my voice, and I can't tell if it's from fear...or something else.

"I am F-Fleura...you were hurt, so I brought you here..."

~Fleura...perfect...~

I suddenly recall the hunters I encountered as I was out on my nightly run, they were chasing after a wolf...hunting it...

"Hit her again, she's slowing down!"

"You are the wolf they were shooting at, aren't you?" Zayev growls in my head, not liking the fact she was in danger.

She nods, hesitantly stepping closer. I fight the urge to move directly in front of her, wanting to tangle my hands in her soft hair and trace over her lips...it would probably terrify her right now.

"Why did you bring me here?" I ponder out loud, considering she's this nervous around me, why would she go through all the trouble?

"You were shot with silver and you saved my life, I-I couldn't just let you die..."

So she brought me here, and mended my wounds...took care of me while I was healing. It dawns on me that she got shot too.

"But weren't you injured?"

She nods and brings a hand up to her right shoulder, no doubt where she was hit.

"It was j-just a graze, it's already healed."

Her gaze flickers towards my stomach, resting on the bandage before returning to my face. A faint smile curls my mouth at the action, and as much as I know the awful way this can end, I can't help but want to get close to her. Potential painful rejection be damned.

"You can come closer, little one, I won't bite." Not yet, and not in a way that'll hurt, anyway.

She turns from pink to red, carefully walking towards me. I can't stop the chuckle that her shy behavior brings, clearly she hasn't been in the company of male wolves very much...not that I'm complaining.

Her delicious scent becomes even more intense as she finally stands in front of the couch I'm on, sitting on the stool as she holds her hand just above my bandaged wound. Since it seems she's uncertain about touching me, I go to grab her hand, savoring the warm sparks for a split second before she jumps back in surprise.

"What-What is that?"

Her baffled expression is extremely genuine, which throws me off. Has she not heard of mates? She clearly knows the werewolf world, so how could she...unless...

I discretely inhale her scent again. The wolf is there, but the woodsy scent of a pack isn't...but neither is a rouge scent...is it possible she's a lone wolf? They're not common, but there are a few out there that were never born into a pack. Their usually called gypsy wolves, and they occasionally grow up like humans and have limited knowledge on packs and werewolves.