His Funny Little Wolf Girl

Ch. 5: Pretty Little Wolf

(Unknown POV… cont’d)

“Are you hungry, sweetie? Would you like a sandwich? Maybe you could shif…” The she-wolf took the sandwich from Alyssa’s outstretched hand in a surprisingly gentle action before she could finish what she was saying. It made everyone laugh a little, as Alyssa said, “Or not. Maybe next time.” Alyssa was, of course, referring to getting the she-wolf to shift, but the she-wolf didn’t seem to be paying attention.

There actually wouldn’t be a next time anytime soon because, now that she had a taste, the she-wolf grew a little bolder, and before they could stop her she leaned onto the bed table, put both front paws on the flat surface, and began gobbling the sandwiches without looking back.

“So much for lunch.” Blake said, chuckling as he carefully grabbed a bag of chips to nibble on. “The poor dear must be starving. She’s so tiny.” Alyssa was watching this poor child eat, and her heart broke for her.

They’d figure this out. They had too. This poor girl needed help and Alyssa’s motherly instincts were running high. “Have you ever even heard of anything like this before, Mom?” Aaron asked as he took a seat by Blake.

Alyssa sighed and shook her head, “No, not really. Though about ten years ago, I recall seeing a little girl running with a pack of wolves near our cabin by the lake. Your Father convinced me I was just seeing things. A trick of the Autumn sunset and brisk air. He said it was impossible for a child to survive with timber wolves.”

“Timber wolves? Are you seriously saying the little girl was running around with Timber wolves and not other werewolves?” Blake’s question was filled with a combination of awe and disbelief. He’d never heard this story before. But Aaron had.

“Mother? You don’t suppose this could be that girl, do you?” Aaron asked, causing Alyssa to shrug her shoulders as she said, “I don’t know. Your Father had a good point when he said no child could survive in the wild with Timber wolves like that. It’d be a miracle if she did. But then again… stranger things have happened.”

The she-wolf had finished the sandwiches by that point and was now sitting on the bed watching them again. When Alyssa smiled at the wolf the wolf raised its paw and sort of scratched at the air like she was waving. “Awww, how cute. She’s saying hello.”

“I don’t think so, Blake. She wants something. I just don’t understand what yet.” Alyssa replied as she frowned with thought. A second later the she-wolf gently hopped off the bed and went into the corner of the room without the use of her hind leg which she was favoring, squatted down, and started to pee.

“NO!” All three of them shouted and tried to get to the she-wolf before she could pee all over the place, which only made the she-wolf run from them. And since she’d already begun to pee everywhere she ran, there was a little trail behind her.

Blake tread in it and slid into the wall, bumping his nose as he grabbed for the chair. Aaron trod in it and his foot went forward, causing him to do a split. While Alyssa took a different approach and just held her hands out calmly and, in a gentle voice, began to speak. “It’s okay. You didn’t know. No one is angry. Everyone just calm down.” But the she-wolf was frightened by all the commotion, so she sat in the corner, shivering and whispering.

“Aaron, talk to her. Tell everything is alright.” Alyssa cooed without taking her eyes off the she-wolf. “But everything’s not alright, Mother. She caused me to rip my favorite jeans and there’s now a huge mess to clean up.” Aaron replied, his voice tight but still soft and gentle, a fake smile filling his face as he limped over to his mother’s side.

“She didn’t mean it, Aaron. She doesn’t understand. It’s going to be our job to teach her.” Alyssa spared a glance for her son who was sighing with resignation. Of course, it didn’t help that his wolf was in his head laughing about the whole thing.

Oddly, as soon as he reached his hand out for the she-wolf to sniff, she began to calm down. She even nuzzled his hand a little before licking him gently on the back of his hand.

The she-wolf wasn’t sure about this place. It had a lot of things that frightened her, a lot she just didn’t understand, and a lot of fur-less wolves she wasn’t sure she could trust. But for this one. The one that smelled good and kind. She trusted him and those who carried his scent.

(Aaron’s POV)

“Well, what should we work on first?” I asked, ready to roll up my sleeves and get to work. I just hope we can get this all sorted early enough that I can spend some time with Britney later.

“I think the imperative is getting her to shift.” My Mom said, though Blake was quick to cut in and say, “I think a bath is more imperative. Then we get down to teaching her to shift. Though I just don’t get how a d*mn werewolf doesn’t know how to shift forms.”

He had a point. We all knew how. We learn at an early age, even though we can’t shift until we turn sixteen. When I shifted for the first time on the night of my sixteenth birthday, everyone was surprised that I’d gotten a black wolf. My Dad, having been born a Beta, has a chestnut brown wolf named Kenzo. So everyone figured it was because I’m the first in our line to be born an Alpha.

But that wasn’t the only oddity about that night.

When I woke up that morning, I was about five feet, four inches tall with light brown hair and light blue eyes. I was stick-skinny with no muscles, no matter how hard I worked out. But when I shifted back to human that night? I was just under six feet tall, with almost jet black hair, deep blue eyes, broad shoulders, and I had muscles that had muscles of their own.

And I haven’t yet stopped growing. Now? I’m getting close to seven feet tall, and I’m built like a linebacker. The she-wolves drool over me, which is kind of annoying, especially when it upsets Britney.

Blake is a good-looking guy too. He has sandy hair that is more caramel than blonde, light brown eyes, and a muscular build. The she-wolves fall all over themselves to get to him too.

Which has me wondering why this she-wolf doesn’t seem to be affected by either of us. Not that I want her falling all over us. Just that it would give us a place to start, a way to communicate with her. I don’t have kids, so I have no idea how you communicate with someone on that level.

“She’s not a child, Aaron. She’s uneducated. It’s not like they have schools in the woods that all the little animals go to, you know.”

Wow. He sounded annoyed. Which made me sigh a little. “Dude, why are you so defensive? It’s not like I’m insulting you, nor am I insulting her. I’m just trying to figure out how to communicate with her, that’s all.”

“Maybe try talking to her. Use hand signals. But don’t dismiss her as st*pid just because she’s not like everyone else.”

His response was a bit over the top and I found myself blinking with surprise from it. Normally we’re very much in sync with one another. So I don’t get this sudden change in him.

“Okay, Onyx. What the h*ll is going on here? I haven’t done anything to justify your anger.” I tried to keep my tone calm but even I could hear the frustrated inflection insinuating itself in every word.

“I don’t know. I just feel very protective of her for some reason.” I sighed. I had a feeling this was going to be a problem but I didn’t know what to do about it. So I pushed him aside and looked at my Mother before saying, “Think we could get a tub brought in here? Wash some of that grim and stench off of her.”

My Mom smiled and nodded, lifting her phone and texting someone. “This should be fun.” Blake said as he began to remove his clothes.

“Dude! What are you doing?” My eyes darted to my Mother, then to the she-wolf. Neither of whom seemed to care.

“Man, I got no interest in sitting around in wet clothes that smell like dirty dog. I’m keeping my underoos on, don’t worry.” I just eyed him. He had a good point, actually. Though my jeans were ripped, so I didn’t care about them. So I just took my shirt off.

“I’m going to run upstairs and grab some clothes. Just in case she shifts for us.” My Mom said and quickly left the room. She wasn’t gone long when the tub arrived, and we got it filled. Then I picked the she-wolf up and tried to get her into the tub.

As soon as she realized she was going into that thing, she tried to escape me. Yelping and whining, her eyes wide with terror as she kicked and scratched to get away.

I tried talking to her calmly, cooing to her that I wasn’t going to hurt her. But nothing worked. When I finally got her to the tub, she braced her three good paws on the edge and just sort of stood there. Blake began laughing and grabbed his phone to take pictures while I kept trying to get her into the tub.

Every time I got close she would bolt. I even got her back legs into the water at one point, but she still found a way to leap past me and make a break for the door. Finally, I cradled her in my arms, and stepped into the tub. Then I sat down, with her still in my arms, and put her in my lap.

Blake came over and began to wash her and as the filth washed away I grew more and more astonished. This shivering little wolf I was holding was quite possibly the most beautiful wolf I’d ever seen.