Wolves[ A werewolf MMF]

For as long as Samkelisiwe had lived in this town she had heard rumours about these woods. As to be expected she had avoided them like the plague. What person with sense would come here? The sound of an owl made her miss a step almost falling into the damp ground. In African mythology there are really only three animals that are bad omens; cats. snakes and owls. There was no chance of her finding snakes in these woods, and the drizzle was sure to ward off all cats. The owl however definitely reminded her that this was horrible idea. Sam’s parents had immigrated to the small town of Hollis seven years ago wishing to chase the American dream. Her mother the ever supporting wife packed all of their belongings from South Africa to support her Surgeon father. They went from being middle class back home to being somewhat affluent. The thing about small towns, is that due to the lower cost living, and dwindling population, people like my dad could thrive. Being one of the only affluent black families however did not mean that immigrant black Sam fit in. Money did nothing to account for the different beauty standards and racism. Back home Sam had been too young to notice the racism, if there had been any. She went from being the majority to being the minority. White kids were cruel when they put their minds to it, And Sam was much to prideful to ever fall in line. High school featured being ostracised. The loneliness drove her halfway insane, when finally, she met Amy, it got better. Her father was in the military which meant she had travelled all through the country. As quickly as she came, she was gone with high school graduation. Sam wanted to follow, wanted to go to some big city university and start anew, that was the plan anyway. Her heartbeat had gotten louder. The trail was darker and she hadn’t seen any sign of life in about an hour. Panic set in. The odds of missing black girls made her panic even more. “Help!” She screamed into the growing darkness. The owl in the distance went off once more, making tears start to form in the corners of her eyes. The only thing Sam could see was big tress covered in moss, others being so big that in her direct view was only huge branches. She took a breath to sit against the huge tree. Before coming on this hike she had mentioned it briefly to Amy. There was very little she could do from New York. With her being in a completely different state, it meant they spoke briefly every week and it wouldn’t raise any warning bells if they didn’t speak. The last time she had spoken to her mother they had fought, she wasn’t even in town, following her dad to the next town as he trained some of the doctors there for the next month. A howl in the near distance is what broke the camel’s back. Tears now fell freely. The sun had long set and the leggings she wore were damp from the ground and drizzle. There was only a slight stream of light coming in from the treeline. The ground started thumbing with movement. Someone was coming. Fast. “Help!” She screamed out repeatedly. The footsteps got faster and louder. It took her way too long to realise that the incoming noise might not be the police or state troopers but rather a predator. Wolves. Her eyes were locked in on the big white wolf with gold eyes. Consciousness left her, leaving her slumped against the tree as the wolves slowly approached. Circling. - The chatter of kids woke Sam with a kick, falling of the bed. The uncomfortable workout clothes reminded her of what had happened earlier that night. The last thing she could recall was a pack of wolves heading straight towards her. The thought got her to stand, she had been saved. Limping she moved to the window to look outside. There was a huge campfire with people around it. A lot of people. Where the hell was she? The rumours about this side of town had never mentioned a community before. The people wore lazy smiles, laughing to the chatter. The children ran around the fire playing games. Separated into small groups. Most of people here looked eerily related with light skin, dark hair and dark eyes. The first thought to come to her was a cult. The many documentaries she had watched always mentioned secluded communities united by some odd religion. Movement coming from outside the room made her move to the bed in swift movements. A gentle knock on the door, followed by two sets of steps had Sam’s heart beating to oblivion. Jaxon and Nicholas were watching in silence as the woman they found on their pack lands pretended to sleep. The superhuman hearing made it so they knew she was anything but in rem sleep. It had been a few years since Jaxon had seen Sam, he had known her as the pink haired girl from high school. She had kept to herself then, so he barely knew anything about her. The pink hair was replaced by a more inviting black braids. That was not the only thing that had changed about her. Jaxon admired how she had filled in with chubbier cheeks along with the piercings. Even in the cold winter her skin was sun kissed, filled with warmth. He watched his second mate with a confused warmth. Nicholas let Jaxon take the lead standing the closest to her bed. He wasn’t entirely convinced that she wasn’t a danger to the pack. In the last 23 years of his life he had never heard of humans wandering into their territory. And the first to do it was their mate, right when they were about to complete the mating bond. “We know you’re awake, Sam.” Nicholas grunted, already irritated at Jaxon’s hesitance to get this show on the road. This human had already been treated with far more leniency than any other rogue would, sleeping in their home. In the comfort of their furs. After a beat Sam opened her eyes faining to wake up. Her heart was still beating erratically and they all knew it. Recognition flooded her eyes with a disgusted curled lip, she sat up. “Jason?” She questioned with a hand on her throat. “Jaxon.” He corrected, pouring her a glass of water. Halfway through drinking the water her attention turned to Nicholas, he watched her drink the water, pulling the blanket down her body. She was still in the pink gym wear. Her hair falling out of the makeshift braid. Small leaves and dirt could be seen in the braids. “What the hell happened to me?” Jaxon and Nicholas shared a look wondering whether this act was just that- an act. Nicholas wondered if she should must be returned to the town to be investigated off lands. If she really was just a human wanderer, her presence would draw unwanted attention. “We found you on pack lands fainted, and brought you here.” Jaxon spoke sitting on the side of the bed. Nicholas was shocked on two accounts, not only was Jaxon sitting on her bed but he was also sharing the truth with the woman. “Pack?” Sam questioned with a quickening heartbeat. There had been question in her mind on whether she was in a cult and his use of the word pack worried her. From her brief memory of him in the year of high school they attended together he was always normal. Popular all American football playing normal. The other man next to him was new to Sam. The man stood far from her at the foot of the bed unlike Jaxon who had made himself comfortable on the bed. A crash outside drew their attention, with hurried steps all three huddled at the window. A fight has broken out, which was ordinary at the pack. The only issue came when one of the kids shifted causing Sam’s eyes to widen. When another shifted, Sam slumped down, Nicholas catching her. “You’ve got to be kidding me- she fainted again,” he spoke with distain resisting the sparks up his arms. For two seconds he was tempted to drop her. This woman was going to forever change their lives and he could feel it. The commotion outside was still brewing with more noise growing. Jaxon headed to the door, likely to the commotion leaving Nicholas to unconscious woman. He put her gently in bed, refilling the glass of water, placing it next to her bed. Nicholas stared at the room once more switching off the big light, turning on the side lamp and closing the curtains. With a sigh he left the room. Finding Jaxon was easy as he stood in the dining room with two groups of kids. Instead of heading towards them, Nicholas headed to the kitchen. He needed some tea. Drowning the noise of the room next to him, he slowly brewed his tea. This routine normally was enjoyable for him. His body knew it was time to wind down for the night. Tonight however was the opposite. The vanilla from the woman sleeping in their guestroom was still potent in his nostrils, with closed eyes he thought back to her. He wandered if she smelt the same to him. The soft close of the door to the kitchen let Nicholas know he was no longer alone. “Pack?” he questioned eyes still closed. The warmth of the tea in his hand was the only thing stopping him from raising his voice. “Nicholas I know her-” “You know her?” “You f*****g know her?” Nicholas repeated with his eyes now open staring at Jaxon. Voice eerily low. The rain outside was now thundering on the roof filling the silence of the room. the two men stared at each other in silence almost communicating with their eyes. Nicholas moved into one of the bar stools tea still in hand. Jaxon moved to sit next to him, putting his hand over his. “She’s our mate.”