BloodMoon Desires

Chapter Two

It was meant to be a simple perimeter check. Nothing our pack hadn't done countless times, but this time was different. I sniffed the air as I padded deeper into the trees that surrounded our packhouse and caught a strong musty scent, it was unfamiliar and there was a feral layer to it. A rogue wolf was in our territory, but as I raised my head to alert the others I detected another unfamiliar scent, but this was a sweeter smell. I caught notes of jasmine and lavender that made my wolf salivate.

Quickly, I threw my head up and howled a long bellowing howl to tell the other pack members there was a stranger on our land. I picked up my pace towards the musty smell and that was when I noticed the sweet perfumed smell I had caught was tangled with the rogues but also it was now tainted with copper. There was blood being spilled.

My paws thudded hard against the earth below me as I came closer and closer until I could see a large dark brown wolf crushing something in it's mouth. I rounded a tree and saw that there was a young woman lying on the ground, blood was pooling around her and it was her leg that was becoming the rogue's chew toy.

My body pounced and with great force knocked the rogue away and immediately my large jaws came down upon it's throat. I was growling and it yelped, but I wasn't letting it go. I could feel its throat being crushed under the pressure, my fangs popped through it's flesh and blood was dripping down my fur. It's breathing began to slow, I had't even noticed it clawing desperately at me. It wasn't until I dropped it's lifeless body that I felt deep claw marks on my chest, but I wasn't worried, they had already started healing.

The rest of my pack had caught up and were already disposing of the rogue. Shifting back to two legs, I made my way back over to the mysterious woman and knelt down next to her. Her wounds were vicious but I noticed that the puncture wounds on her shoulder were slowly beginning to heal on their own. She was still unconscious. I could smell the jasmine and lavender but picked up on something extra. I was taken back, she was a wolf...so why didn't she shift and fight back? Again I looked over her wounds, they were healing too slowly and she was bleeding too quickly, so as the next in line to be Alpha of the BloodMoon pack, I made the decision to bring her back to the packhouse.

My mother met us at the door and allowed us inside, "What is this?" She asked as I carried the unconscious women through the halls and down to the medical room. I set her upon the examination table and began to cut away at her shirt and jeans with a pair of shears. It didn't make sense how slow she was healing, but if it were to keep at this pace she needed medical intervention at that moment.

I could hear my father bellowing orders to search and set up guards around the land. There hadn't been a rogue in our territory in so long that it had the pack on alert.

I shook my head, "I don't know. I caught the scent of a rogue and came upon it trying to chow down on her." I could see my mother watching from the corner of my eye.

"But she is wolf, why didn't she fight?"

"Again, I don't know and I don't know why she isn't healing either. It's going so slowly that she might just bleed out on the table." I could feel another presence enter the room, it was the pack Doctor, Dr Triver. Quickly the tall and slender woman pushed me aside as she snapped on a pair of examination gloves. Her silver hair was piled high on her head and her eyes began to roam over the wounds.

My mother handed me a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. I shoved them on and strode out of the room heading down the hallway towards my father ready to go back out. A hand came around my wrist, it was my mother gently pulling me back.

"Stay here Damien, we have the grounds guarded, but if something were to slip past, we need strength to defend us here too." There was a glint of concern in her warm brown eyes as I looked down at her. I towered over my mother, standing at six feet and seven inches and her barely scraping in at a petite five feet. I let out an annoyed sigh, I wanted to be out hunting, I could feel my muscles still tense from the fight and I wanted more, but as always I would never disobey her. She was our Luna, she was my mother and she held power in both those roles. I nodded and headed back down the hall.

For a moment I waited outside the medical room door before knocking and entering. I swept the room from the bloody tray of instruments to the examination table the woman lay upon.

"She's stitched up and I've put her on an anti-biotic drip to stop any infection from whatever nasty bacteria that would have been floating in its saliva, but she is going to need a blood transfusion once her results come back and I can find a donor match." Dr Triver slapped a pair of bloodied gloves into the bin and walked over to her table and began jotting down short hand in her notes. "I suspect she isn't healing quickly because she hasn't been taught how to. Her ID was in her pocket and after doing a quick check it looks like this little lone wolf has been living with humans. I found no records of a pack or anything apart from her existing a regular human life."

My jaw tensed as more questions than answers began to form in my head, "What's her name?"

"Seraphina Montgomery."

"There are no wolf bloodlines with that surname."

Dr Triver nodded, "I suspect it's a cover."

I looked over at the woman now revealed as Seraphina and my wolf, Kane, rumbled and paced back and forth, but not with suspicion or aggression, it was protectiveness. My wolf was signalling to me that we needed to keep her safe.

"Damien, she belongs to us."

The word echoed in my head and my wolf was howling it practically bellowing it....MATE.