Frankie awoke with a smile on his face. He could smell almonds and lavender. He opened his steely eyes and pushed himself to sit up and look for his pup. Nella was curled up just out of arm’s reach and the remains of a few rabbits filled the space between them. He licked his lips and wiped his hand across his mouth. Yup, we ate thumper last night. He grinned. He was happy. Nella had her back to him and was snoring like a trouper. She gets that from me. He chuckled softly and reached stretched his arms up above his head. Frankie looked around and raised a brow. Huh? This isn’t the primary shifting site. Where are we? He cautiously got up and looked around for a recognisable landmark or one of the pack markers to help navigate back to town after a full moon.
“Oh shit.” Frankie whispered under his breath as he spotted a very familiar electrified fence. That’s the boundary to the Defoe land. Why the hell are we all the way out here?! Frankie’s eyes lit up and he hurried over to Nella. We can’t be here. If one of those dire wolves find us so close to their territory and they’re still feral, we’re dead meat. “Nella? Sweetheart?”
“Mmmnnn.” Nella tried to swat him off like an annoyance and curled up even more.
“Nella we need to get moving. We need to get you home before your mother wakes up and checks on you to find your bed only has a pillow in it.” He knelt behind her and shook one of her shoulders. We need to haul ass before one of the Defoe’s realise we’re here. Shit. My wolf has never left the primary site before. I’ve never willingly come anywhere near this place my whole life. “Nel, I’m going to carry you if you don’t wake up right now.”
That was enough to bring her around. Nella turned her head and blinked her father into her vision with confusion, and then panic. She squealed and curled up as tightly as she could with her hands shielding between her legs. “Shhh.” Frankie begged her with a worried smile. “It’s okay. You shifted for the first time last night, so this must be confusing, but we need to move. Right now.”
“I-I’m naked?!” She squealed and cowered back from him. “Where are my clothes?!”
“Shh.” He nervously looked around to check if her squealing had drawn the attention of the resident dire wolves. “You either took them off back at the primary site, or shifted right through them. I packed you more clothes in my car. Follow me and we’ll-”
“I-I’ll wait here.” She sniffled, mortified about being naked and still on the emotional rollercoaster from becoming a werewolf last night. Officially, anyway. “G-go and get my clothes a-and I’ll-”
“I can’t leave you here.” Frankie gave the perimeter and the electrified fence another cautious glance. “Look, honey, nudity isn’t a big deal for werewolves. We shift too often for it to be taboo. I need you to get up and walk with me back to the car.” He tried to coax her up from the floor, but she wouldn’t budge. If anything she tensed even more and her eyes began watering.
Then it hit him.
It wasn’t just about the fact she was naked. She didn’t want him to see her ‘male’ anatomy. She felt raw and vulnerable for all to see. If he picked her up and exposed her, she might never forgive him. Frankie clenched his jaw and looked towards the electric fence. I could follow the fence to the main road and run to the primary shifting site. It would take me 20 minutes if I shifted and ran as a wolf. I could grab the bag with our clothes in and head back. 40 minutes tops…a lot could happen in 40 minutes. And we’re not supposed to shift outside of the full moon when a black alert is out…
He knew he absolutely should not shift and leave her alone for 40 minutes near Defoe land…but the way she was looking at him? It broke his heart.
“Please?” She sniffled and swallowed thickly. “J-just get me some clothes and I-I’ll do whatever you want. Please Dad?” Frankie sighed with defeat and rubbed his hand across his jaw. Well, she has hardly any scent at all, so the likelihood of anyone sniffing her out is practically impossible. If she stays down then she should be fine…
“You have to stay out of sight for 40 minutes. That’s how long it will take me to run back, grab our clothes and head back.” Nella nodded and looked around the field. She spotted a tree and nodded to it.
“A-after you’ve gone I’ll hide behind that tree.” Frankie inspected the tree and agreed.
“Straight behind the tree. Do not come out from cover until I return, understood?”
“Yes sir.” Nella nodded and flinched when Frankie shifted with no warning. Her stomach turned at the sight of his bones pushing against his skin as his muscles reformed around his elongating jaw and limbs. It took seconds, but he shifted into his mighty brown wolf. He barked once at her, instilling his authority, and ran off. He followed the electric fence to the left and became lost in the darkness of the trees ahead. Nella slowly sat up and craned her neck to check he was gone. She looked around and raised a brow at the electric fence, but shrugged it off.
An electric fence in the middle of the woods was the least strange thing she’d been faced with in the last 24 hours. She gingerly got to her feet and walked along the right of the fence to the nearest tree. Nella pressed her hands to the bumpy tree bark and huddled against it for protection. The fence was to her right, the field was on the other side of the tree, and more trees were behind her and to the left. She felt tucked away here and safe enough now to think.
What a crazy week? My Dad turns out to be alive, moves me and Mum to a town secretly filled with werewolves, and I’m one of them. Aaaand I’m hiding behind a tree with everything hanging out. Nella’s cheeks burned and he pressed her forehead to the tree trunk. Her long brown hair was badly windswept, she didn’t want to think about what the coppery taste in her mouth was, and she was cold. The early morning breeze made her shiver and she was covered in goosebumps. The icy fingers of the wind caressed her pale flesh and tousled her hair towards the electrified fence. She pressed her legs together and got as close to the tree as she could to hide her groin and shield herself from the cold.
What time is it? Nella shivered and chewed her lips. I hate being cold. I hope Frankie hurries up. She closed her blue eyes and lowered her fringe-covered forehead to rest against the tree trunk. Tears welled at the seams of her lids and spilled down her cheeks. Monsters are real. I am one. Dad said the entire town is one big werewolf pack. She whimpered and shook with dread. How am I supposed to carry on like everything is normal when I go home? Next month I’ll go through this all over again. The pain…oh God it hurt so much.
Nella sobbed and curled her hands into fists against the three. This isn’t fair. I never asked for this. Just when I think my body can’t betray me any more, it turns out I’m a fucking werewolf too. Nella wallowed in self-loathing and yoyoed between declaring that she would never forgive Frankie for this, to accepting that it wasn’t technically his fault. It would be easier for her to have a target to aim her distress at, but she wasn’t stupid. She was so far out of her depth it wasn’t funny. I need my Dad to teach me how to be a monster and not get myself killed. The levels of aggression all around her last night made her want to piss her knickers. Especially when Frankie and Caleb started squaring up over if she could shift somewhere more private than the primary shifting site.
“Hey?” Someone spoke curtly behind her and yanked her from her internal debate over how to feel and what to do about it with alarm. Nella pressed herself up against the tree with a panicked yelp and teary blue eyes were wide as she peered over her right shoulder towards the ower of the voice. “Who are you?”
Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the sexiest guy she had ever seen stood on the other side of the electric fence. Hotter than her imagination could have ever pictured. He was African American, tall, and far more muscular than any teenager had any right to be. He had rich mahogany brown eyes and a broody pout so perfect it had to be illegal. He was clean-shaven and had an undercut fade at the sides, with long thick dreadlocks on top and spilling down his back.
He was also gloriously naked and Nella’s rebellious eyes dipped briefly to see that he was muscular everywhere. From his wide shoulders and pecks, down his ridged six-pack to the firm V shape of his pelvis. He had thick thighs and biceps that looked to have spent many hours being honed in a gym. Her gaze lingered between his thighs… Bloody hell…even his cock looks muscular-shit don’t look at his dick! What’s wrong with me?!
Nella scrunched her eyes shut and turned to face the tree.
“S-sorry!” Nella squeaked and had no way of discreetly lowering a hand between her groin and the tree to cup her own cock. Her cheeks burned and she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole. She cowered against the tree and shuffled carefully to keep her back to the sinfully beautiful teenager. “I-I’m waiting for my dad.”
“You’re trespassing.” The sexy guy growled. Well someone isn’t a happy camper. Nella thought as she managed to get herself around the other side of the tree without showing the guy more than her back and bubble butt. Once she felt confident enough that she was hidden behind the tree once more, she leaned out with a deep blush to look at the scowling stranger. Her brown hair fluttered over to the side as she tried to only display her neck upward to him. He braced his hands on his hips and oozed with arrogance as he sneered at her. “I asked you who you are. You’re naked in the middle of the forest after a full moon, and I can just about tell you’re a wolf, so I suggest you get your ass to the Packhouse and present yourself to the Pack Master. Before you’re dragged there in pieces.” He growled like an actual wolf and flashed sharp teeth at Nella.
She gulped. Is he serious? Am I in danger?
“B-but the Pack Master accepted me last night? D-do I have to let him smell my neck again or…?” The guy dropped his scowl and looked at Nella with skepticism as he folded his arms.
“You’re part of the pack? I’ve never met you. No way Caleb is admitting a stranger into the pack.” He clearly didn’t believe her. He lowered his arms and started to walk along the electric fence to try and face more of her. Nella gasped and shuffled around the tree more to hide her ‘modesty’.
“I, erm, guess I’m a stranger, b-but my Dad only found out about me last week and it’s been…a little crazy actually.” Nella chuckled nervously at the way this guy seemed to be doubting her story. “I know it sounds a little nuts, but my dad came looking for my mum because of some near-death experience he won’t tell me about? And well, he found me there…his daughter.” Mister sexy was suddenly stood in front of a gate in the fence. Nella realised she was about to be in danger of being ‘dragged in pieces’ toward the packhouse. “M-my Dad is Frankie Monroe!”
That got a reaction.
The wrong one.
He pushed the gate open and stormed across the threshold towards her. Nella squealed and scurried out of sight behind the tree.
“Your Dad is not the Pack Master’s second in command. No way. If you’re going to bullshit me, don’t pick the name of someone high ranking.”
Nella was in hell. A gorgeous archon of masculinity and aggression was chasing her naked ass around a tree!
“P-please stop! I-I’m called Nella! Frankie is my dad, and last night Caleb and Emma accepted me as part of the pack! Jeez, stop chasing me!” She screamed when he tricked her. He quickly doubled back around the other side of the tree without her realising his plan. Nella was still looking over her right shoulder when he tapped her left one. “AAA!” She screamed and pressed her trembling body to the tree. “P-please d-don’t t-t-tear me t-to p-p-pieces!”
Nella whimpered up at his eyes and her heart skipped a beat. They were black and yellow. So similar to Emma’s when she turned into that scary massive wolf that talked and scared the crap out of her. Oh no! He’s one of them too?!
Wham.
The smell of sweet maple trees hit her and hit her hard. W-where has the oxygen gone?! Holy-I-I can’t breathe I-it’s too much. Nella started to pant and she turned her face away from him. She trembled against the tree, too scared to try and run, and hyperventilating with fear.
“If what you say is true, then why aren’t you at the primary shifting site with the rest of the pack? This is Defoe land. You’re trespassing.”
“I’m sorry!” She sobbed and shook terribly. The smell! It was drowning her and she wanted to drop to the floor so badly. Something inside her was whining and telling her to do exactly that. But then…he would see…and she couldn’t bear it. She didn’t want anyone to see her naked body. She barely managed to look at herself in the mirror and only liked what she saw after putting her precious gaff panties on and her feminine clothing. Right now Nella had no makeup on, no shape flattering skirts, or any barrier to protect her from discovery.
While Nella trembled and whimpered with fear and self-loathing, the handsome stranger watched her. There wasn’t an aggressive bone in her body. She hadn’t tried to argue with him or challenge him in any way. She’d even apologised without hesitation and was showing the left side of her neck to him…
“…fine. Offer your neck in apology and you can go.” He huffed and braced his left shoulder against the tree with his arms folded over his chest. He watched as her right hand came away from the tree and reached with trembling fingers behind her neck to scoop at her brown locks. She swept her hair over her right shoulder and waited. “Are you trying to be disrespectful? Face me when you apologise.” He growled, pulling away from the tree and scowling. “It’s not submission if you keep your back to me. I deserve your respect just as much as any other Alpha in this pack.”
Nella cried even harder.
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