Father Romero

Old Friends

Delilah Pov

We met up at a vacant house in his territory. Every wolf in the area knew my scent but if we were in my territory they would come looking for me but here they tend to dismiss it and keep moving. So Wes and I come to his land and mess around when we feel that need lurking. Wes had wild eyes, a soft green that you could get lost in if you stared hard enough. Of course, he was good looking. He had an amazing smile on a chiseled face. He was an alpha's son alright. He had broad shoulders and muscles that hugged his tees so well. His dark brown hair was always in a man bun. He may look like a player but he is a good guy. He has two younger sisters and is the coolest older brother. He is a good role model and older brother type to my own little brother. Maybe sometimes I do wish Wes was my mate. It would be so easy. We get along and we are attracted to each other. I remember when I turned sixteen and shifted for the first time he looked at me differently. He is only one year younger than me but it's funny he always acts like he is older. We started fooling around and it turned more s****l last year. We haven't fully gone all the way because we both know if we cross that line there's no coming back. I'm not going to lie, I am more reluctant than him but he also knows if he ever found his mate and he had done something that f****d up, he might not be able to live with himself. But when I kiss him everything just makes sense. He is tender but eager and rough.

"Let me," Wes's hand moves to the hem of my shirt.

"Stop," I say softly.

"Come on, I just want to taste more of you," he whispered. I didn't say anything so he slowly lifted my shirt above my head. He started to kiss me on the top of my breasts. Slowly, he moves the fabric of my bra down and sucks on my n****e. I enjoy the sensation and close my eyes when suddenly I feel something strange. I can suddenly hear his heartbeat more clearly. We are wolves and we can hear very well but this is different. It's like his heartbeats are so slow I can feel every single one. As if the blood flowing through his veins is calling out to me. His pulse seems like an alarm I can't turn off.

"Wes," I call out. He just mumbles as he continues to suck on my breast. "Wes, stop." I push him off of me and look at him intently.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, I just, nothing," I realized the noise got quieter. I pulled him into a deep kiss again. I suddenly felt thirsty. My mouth felt dry and I couldn't focus on anything else. I pulled away from him and just sat there looking at my feet.

"You okay?" he asked again.

"I'm fine, I just need to go for a run or something," I got up and ran out of the house. I shifted as soon as I crossed his pack line. Running seemed to calm me down but in the back of my head, I was still thinking about what I felt. It was strange and it terrified me. I was thinking too hard about his pounding heart and I wanted to rip it right out his chest to make it stop.

I had been running around for an hour when I started to feel like someone was following me. I ran back the other way to head home and I heard something high above me. I stopped and looked around. I couldn't see anyone but I was sure I knew they were there. I ran back home as fast as I could and grabbed the clothes I usually leave on the porch for when I go for runs. I walked inside and my mother was cheerfully shouting in the living room.

"I can't believe your back," she said. I turned into the living room and saw a dark handsome man standing in the middle of the room. He was really good looking. His eyes were white and if you looked hard enough you could see a ring of blue around them but it was faint.

"Delilah, your home," my mother called me over. "This is an old friend of mine, William." I didn't know whether to reach out and shake his hand or just stand there and stare.

"Hi," I said softly. His expression didn't change but he did say hello back.

"Took you long enough," my mother said. "Why didn't you come back sooner."

"I had some things to take care of," he said in a deep tone. I looked him up and down trying to figure him out.

"Did you hear about Father Calvin's passing," my mother asked him.

"Yeah, I stopped by his grave this morning," he said.

"Oh, so you've been here for a while," my mother remarked.

"I've only been here for a day," he said with a small smile. I was shocked to see any of his facial features move. He was like made of stone or something. If he wasn't devilishly handsome he would be super scary to be around.

"So how long are you staying," my father asked.

"Not sure," he responded. He slowly looked over at me and I didn't know what else to do so I just looked away. I ran upstairs as my parents continued to talk to their old friend. I could faintly hear them but I wasn't really interested in their conversation so I put my headphones on. I closed my eyes and thought I was falling asleep. I opened my eyes and I was in a dark room tied to a chair with that handsome man staring at me.