Jessica didn't automatically pick up the sounds of banging, running, and sudden yelling in the manor; she was too busy with the ideas on her mind. However, she did pick up a scent, and her wolf started to growl intimidating inside her.
A little before she heard the sudden and menacing growl in the doorway.
Jessica's heart swiftly quickened, and did so faster when she saw the abrupt look of fear on Oscar's face; his built arms were shaking, and the clattering sound of the plates he held was proof of that. She followed where his temporary gaze was directed and saw it.
A male, growling and breathing deeply, stood in the doorway of the dining room in the nude. He was tall, taller than her by far—6'5", 6'6" maybe—and was powerfully built, but not bulky.
His hair, which seemed black at first, was dark, dark brown when the sun hit off of it. It just hit his bronze-colored shoulders in a wavy mess, covering his wild emerald eyes partially, and giving him a dark, bad-boy look.
As she trailed south past his hard 6-pack abs, her eyes widened and she had the good graces to blush. He wasn't even hard and it was still big!
Wait.
As she looked quickly back up to his feral eyes, she noticed he was staring at her! She gulped slightly and averted her eyes, trying to back away much like Oscar was doing.
Yet...
Her wolf was growling at him with no chance of remorse.
"What are you doing?! That's a higher-up! He'll kill us easily!" Jessica thought, showing her panic to her wolf, but her other self didn't cease her hostile growls, her hackles high and ready to burst through her human if she needed to.
Before Jessica could get another step, the male sprinted and lunged at her, causing all the remaining plates that she carried to fly into the air. Before she hit the floor, her body was covered in his as he rolled, keeping her safe as the glassware shattered on the floor.
He was still on top of her however; he was bent at his knees and held Jessica's arms pinned to the ground.
Jessica felt the fear rise in her heart; everything was so quick and a daze threatened her sight. Her wolf continued to snarl deeply, trying to surface, but she willed herself not to show it in any way she could in her present state as the male inhaled her scent at her neck moved southward between her thighs, and sniffed deeply into her womanhood, causing her to gasp and stiffen.
He abruptly looked up, snarling forebodingly at Oscar, who shook in fear and backed his way out of the room, careful not to run.
"Wait! Erick!" The sound of Adeline's voice along with several other footsteps entered the dining room and stopped once seeing them.
"Wait," Adeline held up her hands calmly and started to approach him, "That's just an—"
Erick barked at her before she could finish, snarling at her and the other males. He crouched lower, his hair touching her chin as he glared at them. His voice came out mixed in a growl,
"Mine... She's MINE!"
The day prior...
Erick stalked toward the elk, his body remaining low as he hid behind a bush so his black-brown and gray fur wouldn't be noticed.
Before the bull could even look up and take a sense into realization at what was happening, Erick charged at it, seizing it by its throat with his strong jaws. It let out a fearful and indignant cry right before Erick's jaws tautened on its throat further and sharply twisted his head, breaking its neck with the momentum; its body fell almost soundlessly into the snow.
He looked around before indulging in his fresh kill. In truth, Erick didn't need to be hunting this far north in the pack territory, but he needed to clear his mind, and going on lengthy runs and occasional hunts did just that.
For the past week, he's been having recurring dreams of "her", his mate. The very thought of her made his wolf go wild with want, desperate to hunt her out, wherever she may be, and since he'd had those dreams, he knew she was close. Every night they got stronger, the need to mate, protect, and keep her forever by his side grew, and it almost drove him stark raving mad with lust and longing.
As he absent-mindedly ate through the bull, he couldn't help but think of last night's dream with her.
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The smell of Lodgepole pine, fresh snow, and dampened forest grounds made him open his eyes. He looked down at himself. He hadn't shifted to his human form in the night; otherwise, he would have felt the change in his sleep.
"A dream then," He closed his naturally feral emerald eyes. He knew all too soon what was about to happen as he heard the rustle of the surrounding bushes, his wolf approaching him before his eyes reopened.
They stood apart, facing one another, each already knew and accepted the other's existence.
His wolf impatiently began to growl at him throatily, and Erick felt that same frustrating tug—that both irritating and keen pull—they both shared. His wolf couldn't wait. He needed her, and he was far too eager to see her here again.
Erick didn't know how long even these intense dreams would be able to sate them. They both raised their heads to the sky and scented the air. The forest air was pure and crisp, but it wasn't the scent of the one they so craved.
Taking off into a sprint, they continued to hunt for it, searching for the scent—her scent—frantically through the woods, the wind they created with their speed ran through his wolf's fur and his hair and whipped past his ears.
Where? Where is she? His wolf's thoughts echoed his own. If he was here, then surely she was too.
A fresh scent that smelt of fresh water from a brook, and two distinctive fruits: Cucumber, Honeydew Green Melon, rushed through their noses as if looking for them, causing a growl to rumble from both of their chests right before his wolf let out a howl of longing and desire.
They found her.
They charged through the brush and thicket, his wolf not ceasing his howls as he hadn't all the other nights, Erick's dick hardened as they got closer to them; blood rushing through his veins with speed unmatched.
Where? Where? He stopped in his tracks when his wolf did as he heard the familiar and sultry sound of his mate's wolf.