The Call of the Wolf

Truth Cal POV

Leaning my head back against the white walls, I inhaled Kate's scent greedily. It swirled around the room like an autumn breeze, rustling the dead leaves back to life, twirling in the air. My being felt at complete peace and I could no longer doubt the scratching beneath the surface urgently telling me she was mine. A fire was ignited in my ancient soul. I had long given up on the very thought of this being possible for me.

Her face keeps resurfacing in every wondering thought I have. It had begun so slowly like ivy, that left unmanaged engulfs dwellings or worse, if ignored, destroys them. She was destined by the moon for me and if I ignored natures gift it would inevitable destroy me. Mates are rare for my kind as we are blessed with longevity we are prone to indulge in our carnal desires. To be a beast and a man has its own entrapments that the moon goddess disapproves of and punishes. Our Law dictates that deviation from Nobel persuits leads to the debasement of our souls and spiritual connection to our beasts. I have had a long life, and as a royal, to maintain power and peace amongst my people has involved many devious acts. It is the price of power. That price is a long and lonely existence.

But the goddess has seen fit that I, at long last, have found her! To imagine I have finally been deemed worthy seems too extraordinary. The only other option was that I would soon need a luna for something important. What it could be?I could not second guess the divine.

However, I was now in a difficult position. I was meant to marry Jessica as marriage of convience; an olive branch between territories; a balence of power. How was I to maintain that balance with an unknown she wolf or uncertain origins? If indeed she was a she wolf?

Kate had to be. He moans and pants of desire as I relieved her rang in my ears. The temperature of her body had been burning. All the signs of a she wolf in heat. A she wolf in heat for me. No one else can calm that physical attraction except a mate. Yet why did she not emit the scent of a wolf? It was pleasant but most certainly human.

Also, her 'brother' is a wolf. I could recognise his stench. The very thought of him living with her made my blood boil with protective jealousy. His casual manner and protectiveness of her did not seem brotherly to me.

I closed my eyes and inhaled once more before I left my new favourite place. I smirked. Of all the places - a bathroom.

I mindlinked my beta Yantee Trail Kate. I need eyes on her 24/7.

Yes, Alpha, came the immediate reply. I could sense the hint of suprise in his reply. Yankee had been my beta since we were 18. It has been a long time since a command has surprised him. I smirked. Chasing Kate will hopefully be full of surprises to liven up this dreary existence I have been living.

The workshop was now deserted as the class was over. The work benches had yet to be cleaned to the pristine standards they were usually kept. I followed Kate's scent and ran my hand over the work bench she had occupied. The saw dust felt soft and light, evident of slow but industrious sanding. Kate's concentration face came unbidden to my minds eye. The way she furrowed her eyebrows and seemed to enter a hyperfocus when learning was fiercely cute.

Rousing myself from my meandering thoughts, I noticed that she had left behind her handiwork. It was small, delicately carved, and altogether surprising. She had carved a little wolf. I held it in my palm and stroked its smooth surface with my thumb. This raised far more questions.

My phone rang in my pocked.

I sighed.

Jessica.

Hey babe. Wanna meet? Our secret place. 20 mins?

Jessica was getting bolder by the day. She wanted a make-out session and was becoming more blatant about her intent. She seemed to think s*x would equal commitment. I wondered if she hoped one time would be enough to create a pup and then I would be forever bound to her. No wolf ever leaves their offspring.

Little did she know it was very rare to have a pup if it wasn't with your mate. The average wolf could procreate with anyone yet their mates were found quickly so there was no need for the goddess to grant this ability. I had always thought it was her twisted punishment for the unfaithful to make wolves so furtile and horney.

Kates sweet moans were still ringing in my ears. To think she had never had a boyfriend? I was elated. To be the first to touch her like that was an honour and so very rare. Wolves were beasts and to have not had s*x by Kates age was almost unheard of.

Jessica was nothing now. I could not touch her not only because she now repulsed me but also if I simply touched her Kate would feel the pain of the betrayal.

What is a Prince to do?