Demonic Wolves

The Big Bad Wolf

You guys truly don't understand how beyond excited I am to finally be posting for you guys, for those of you that don’t know I am female so writing in males pov is a little difficult for me. This chapter has been edited, scrapped, and overlooked so many times! I can’t believe it is finally here, I thank you guys for the pure amount of patience and support that has been provided for me in such a strange point in my life. I have many more plans in the future and have even been planning a small Q&A that i wish for you guys to participate in, but it's for much later when my book has nearly progressed the point in time that I hope it's headed in. Once again, thank you for the support and I hope that you guys enjoy my attempt to speak in a males POV. Just to give a disclaimer, there will be mentions of s****l, abusive, and mental health things in this upcoming chapter, if it is something that will trigger you then I please ask you to click off this story. 

Ashton’s POV: 

He was having one of those dreams again, yeah those, the ones where his hand unconsciously ends up inside his pants, the one where he is calling out to a name that even he doesn’t understand in his groggy state, the one where his wolf growls out in a heated state; to sum up he was having a s****l dream, and this dream is no different from all the other dreams. His hands were gripping her hips tightly as she rides his throbbing length, even in his delirious, half asleep state he can still tell how small her body is, how well rounded her curves are, how supple and perky her small breasts are, and even if he has always had a type, this women surely beat the whole perspective of what he has dreamed his future mate would look like. Her hair was long and obsidian, her tiny hands were placed on his chest as she moved herself gracefully. Surely nothing can top this fantasy of his, nothing at all; her small moans only seemed to spur him on, making him more aroused. Even in his sleep he could feel how his shaft was throbbing harshly from the amount of pleasure she was giving him. 

“Mate.” She moaned out, it was something that even he knew was a declaration, he was her mate and she would surely call it out for the whole pack to know. She threw her head back, her long locks flowing behind her as calls out to him, not in his name but just in ‘mate’, he wished he could hear his name come out from those plump lips, needs his name to come out from them. His hands reach up and grip onto her small breasts, gripping her small rosy n****e and pulling on them, even her small, supple breasts made him that much more aroused. He had always thought he would be a man of bigger breast, be into them more, but now seeing his dream state mate bounce on his c**k and letting her small breast be gripped harshly he knew he wouldn’t be able to find something better. 

“Look at me.” He groggily pleads, begging her to look at him with those beautiful orbs, begging her so he can finally get a good look on his mates surely beautiful face. He was harshly biting onto his lip as she slowly starts moving her head down, her swan like neck gracefully shifting downwards as she finally looks in his direction, but, her eyes were closed, whether in pleasure or in fear he couldn’t tell. He leans his hands up from her breast, they slide up her pale chest to lightly wrap around her neck, then up to her face he grips her cheeks in a small loving hold, his hands framing her small face perfectly; his eyebrows furrow as he notices that he can’t make anything else of her face, nothing but her black lashes framing her almond eyes, he leaned in slightly closer pressing his nose against what he would assume to be hers. In a blink her eyes are open, he lightly removes his hands as he looks into a mixture of purple and red, her pupils where no were to be found, the only thing he could perfectly make out were her eyes. 

His eyes open as he throws himself up, his sweating aroused body hurling in the direction of where he would make her body in a pushing motion. Realizing she wasn’t there he brings his hands up to rub at his eyes, of course it was a dream, a stupid one at that. He groans down at his c**k, it was standing loud and proud and was dripping with his pre-c*m, of course he didn’t sleep with clothes on, he wouldn’t be the Alpha’s son if he didn’t. Letting a small snort at this he gets up and stretches, growling as his bones slightly pop, he rubs the back of his neck as he makes his way over to his bathroom, turning on his shower to the coldest setting, he knew this would be one hell of a shower and was only hoping that his ever present erection would die down. He was standing in front of his bathroom mirror looking at his direction, he was slightly pink, his cheeks blushing harshly from his dream, his chest in the same state. He was sweating softly as he remembers the image of her body, groaning her tries to get rid of the whole view, growling in distaste. Sure she was beautiful, but something didn’t sit well with him about her eyes, there could only be one situation in which a person’s eyes would look like that, and even speaking on what they could be made him growl, the mirror slightly shaking at the anger protruding from his growl. 

Demonic wolves. 

Of course he would growl at the name, he hated those things with a burning passion, they make his skin boil and his teeth ache with the need to lock his jaw around its neck. Of course his burning hatred only seem to grow more with the knowledge that one had been spotted a while ago, maybe two months ago, he had growled at his father to go and cast the head off the monster that was still roaming around this earth; but when they went to the area of the bay in which it was said that their body lay there was nothing left but a qurator and a dying scent of fluorescent, they searched for two weeks before they soon gave up and headed home with empty hands. Of course their hatred is only justifiable if it was merely a surface hatred. But for Ashton and his pack, his hatred ran so deep he could almost feel it in his bones. The reason for this is something that still gives him chills to this point and day. 

12 Years ago: 

The two eight year olds were messing around and playing by the forest, their mother had previously warned them of it, not wanting the two to stumble across something that would harm them. But being the stubborn hard headed alphas children they are, they decided to do it anyway, of course behind their mother's back. His black wolf was happily yipping as playfully nipped at his twin sisters tail, her white wolf growled at him, challenging him as she took stance. Twins, they were the perfect representation of opposites, him and his hard nature, always taking a stance to protect his sister from anyone he would look at her for too long. Of course he would always be bonked in the back of the head by her, she would always give everyone the benefit of the doubt, truly never seeing the bad in them until they show their true colors. Call it intuition but she could see the good in others, and he could always see the bad in others. The perfect duo, yin and yang is what his mother would call them, she had come up with the little nickname once seeing their wolves, he had been a dark luscious black and she had been a beautiful virgin white, they really were the perfect mixture and duo to help move a pack along. They were their parents pride and joy, always acting older and protecting their members as if they were of age, their parents always found it funny, two pups going out of their way to be older. 

Her wolf quite literally pounced on him, wanting to give him the element of surprise as she let her jaw wrap around his neck. His wolf, seeming always prepared for his sister slid out of her grasp before she could lock her jaw around his neck. Letting his front paws lay low as his tail swayed from side to side, a playful snort coming out of his wolf’s snout as he regards her with a look. “C’mon, you can do better than that.” He playfully states, his mindlink being only open with hers right now, he can hear her let out soft curses that would make even his own father blink in shock, and that only made it more funny when she shakes herself off and turns to look at him with a look of pure disappointment. “Don’t give me that dork, we both know you’ll win anyways.” She states as she lays down, not looking at him anymore as she places her head on her front paws. 

He sits up, tilting his head in almost a puppy, he genuinely thought he was upset with him, and that's the last thing that he wants between him and his sister. He whimpers softly as he scoots closer to her, crawling on his belly as he goes over to her nudge her softly; only her and his mother could ever get this side of him out, the soft almost puppy like side of him, the one who wishes to only make her happy, the one where he would stop at nothing in order to see them smile at him with their kind and familiar smiles. He nudges her more, only getting a soft snort out of her as she doesn’t look at him, he gives out a loud whine now, he himself now becoming upset with the thought that he has made his sister upset. He can’t help reach up a little, licking her cheek as more whines come out his mouth, his way of asking for forgiveness. And that seemed to be his mistake, one second he was grooming her and begging for forgiveness and the next, he was on the ground with his neck being held down by her jaws. 

“Stand down.” She playfully growls out to him, knowing that he would give up in this state, anymore harder and he would be forced to submit to her. He growls out, he knows this already, but he doesn’t wish to do this, he looks away from her as his body relaxes, his muscles turning down he looks at anything but at her. She giggles in their mindlink, letting go of him as she happily licks his face, yipping as she does so. He groans playfully, trying to move away from her, even if he wasn’t trying hard and was actually enjoying seeing her happy, he still had to pretend that this was bothering him, you know, to protect him from looking like a wimp. They both pause at the sound of a growl, they break away from each other, both looking for the source of the growl, he sniffs the air and once he makes out an unfamiliar smell his senses go on high alert, he looks towards his sister, making sure that she is alright, she looks back at him fear framing her eyes. He signals to the direction of where their house should be, his eyes indicating that she should run and get help, the last thing both of them want is for this creature to put their pack in harm, but they also don’t want to be separated from each other; but they know that one of them has to go seek help. 

“Go.” The white wolf says, signalling back to the house as she stands in front of him, believe it or not, she was the oldest of the two, the kind hearted female was an hour older than him and yet sometimes acted like she was the youngest. He shakes his head, wanting to stand in front of her and protect her, but she growls at him, snapping her jaw at him as she motions towards the house, growling a harsher ‘go’ at him this time. She seems to have made up her mind, only one of them would be staying, and that person was her. So he turns away, going back to the house quickly, a sense of guilt over riding his lungs as he opens the mindlink between him and his father, needing him to hear what he has to say. He groans desperately and curses out as he realizes his father has all his mental blocks on, he feet move faster as he hears the sound of his sister growling and another much more brutal and harsh growl mixing with hers. He closes the mental link with his father and opens the one with his mother, his paws harshly moving as he calls out to her hoping, praying that she answers him.

He shift quickly, almost head butting his family door, he barks loudly, making enough ruckus that his mother immediately comes out to scold him. Noticing his frantic like state she gives out a small “Are you okay?”, he is only able to rasp out a small “Ashley” as he growls out again, motioning the forest. She doesn’t understand anything but still decides to go along with it, shifting into her grey like from she runs after him, her heavy paws making stomping after him in slightly apprehension. He moves quickly, moving from left and right to avoid any trees, only a little bit more and he would make it to the clearing in which he knew the two were. He pauses, his head knocking into the tree as he hears a puppy like whine and a snap, his heart quite literally stops beating, his blood rushing into his head. What is this feeling? The feeling of his heart snapping in two, he is almost afraid to shift the bush to the side and head into the clearing, wants to keep his denial in tact and believe that the snap was of her sister winning against whoever the person was. His paws shift from side to side as he slowly moves forward, sniffing the area. Blood. And sadly not just any blood, this scent is too familiar, he moves into the clearing as his whole world stops, his figure shakes as the blue wolf sniffs over his dead sister’s body, he growls out as he jumps over their figure, landing just enough to have his snout slightly pressed against the blue wolf's snout. 

He growls in distaste as he regards the wolf, of course it had to be one of them, the monsters that his parents had always told stories about. Here was one of them, sniffing out over their recent catch, his very own sister. He snaps his jaw at the wolf, wanting to avenge his sister in the most rash way. Of course this very wolf could have not been the one to murder his sister, but his reasoning has walked straight out of his head and the only thing is left is his need to avenge her. The blue wolf does nothing but move to the side, effectively ignoring his attempt to hurt him very easily, this only further angers him, he needs this thing to understand the true pain of losing something so important and dear to them, but all he can do right now is lock his jaw around the wolf’s neck and make him feel pain. He snaps at him again, reaching for his neck again, but the wolf once again just moves to the side, they seem distracted, looking in any other direction but at the wolf, and this angers him more, couldn’t this stupid demonic wolf at least have the decency to look at him? Apparently not as they continue to dodge and fluidly avoid the pups movements. He groans as he lays low, his stance still a threatening one, where his mother was in all of this is beyond him, she must have gotten lost when she was looking for him. But the thought bypasses his head, the only thing his mind can process is the need to kill them, and kill he would do. 

As he is getting ready to once again attack the wolf that is literally doing nothing, another shift in the bushes makes him pause, he stands over his sisters body, wanting to protect her even in her dead state. He growls again as another one of those stupid creatures come out, a purple wolf making its way out of the bushes, their jaw around a brown wolf, the stench of a rougue makes him gag slightly, the deranged smell that they are makes him look at them in disgust. The purple wolf gracefully walks back to the where the blue wolf is, dragging the body behind them easily, the weight not doing much to stop their obvious moving. They let the rogue's neck go as they look towards him, the blue wolf bows slightly, locking his jaw around the rogue's neck, they don’t give him anymore regards, no more acknowledgement as they move around the clearing, the purple wolf simply analyzing the area and the blue wolf adjusting their jaws around the rogue’s neck, making it easier to hold onto them as they rise once again, this time them being the ones onto hold onto the body. They both walk away, their scent somewhat difficult to obtain, he gets a good look at them through his tear stained eyes, watching the murderers of his sister walk away without putting up a fight with him. 

He falls to the ground ground and lets out a sad howl, professing his despair out into the forest, on that very day it seemed he had lost a piece of himself that he would never get back. He had lost one of his only reasons to still keep moving forward, and he doesn’t know if he will ever be able to move forward with this. 

He is snapped out of his thoughts, his erection long gone now as he finishes wiping his face off with a towel. He groans and steps into the shower, that was the end of that day, his mother had found him later on, a funeral was hosted later that day and her body was cremated and buried in their family tree at the center of the packs hometown. That was the last full memory of his sister that he had, and that was also the last glimpse of those Demonic Wolves, for two years he went out into that clearing at the same time in hopes that he would finally be able to see them and fight them once again. But no matter how much he wished for that to happen, he knew in his bones that those murderers would never show up in the same area two times in a row. The only reason he was so dead set on going to scout the location of where the Demonic Wolf was last seen, was because rumors of the wolf being purple made him spiral into his need to kill them once again. So he forced his parents to let him go on this expedition, needing to once and for all put an end to the wolf who snapped his twin sisters neck.  

But of course that was just him and once again his wishful thinking, of course the wolf wasn’t there, of course there wasn’t even a trace of where the body went. Of f*****g course he couldn’t find any trace, of course he was stuck with the same sense of revenge deep into his bones. Nothing ever seems to go his way now and days, he lets the suds go down his body, his tan skin slightly sheening as the water drips down his body. He knew that he would need to take another shower after his workout, but he needed to get rid of the erection that he got because of that stupud dream. He shakes his head, needing to get rid of the thought before his erection would come up again. He turns of the shower stepping out as he grabs the only towel there, wrapping it around his waist he heads out of the bathroom, his hands ruffling up his blond hair as he does. Maybe he will do some cardio first and take a light jog. He thinks silently as he steps into the plush rug of his bedroom. A squeak makes him snap out of his thoughts, turning around he looks over to one of the omegas of the pack, specifically one of the housemaids, here he was completely undressed and in an unprofessional environment. His gaze turns cold as he growls out to her, wondering what the hell she is doing here. 

“What is it you want? Can you not see I am naked?” Of course he knows that he isn’t being reasonable, she could have been doing her daily chores of the day, and that does include his room. But he is already in a pissy move, his dream having triggering his hatred out, not to mention he also just had a flashback of his sister, the last thing he needs is to talk to anyone. 

“I-I’m sorry s-sir, I was just cleaning.” She hurriedly states as she collects the old bed sheets in her hand, moving quickly to the door, she doesn’t give him another glance as she hurriedly opens the door and silently closes it, finally leaving him alone. He rolls his eyes at the girl, finding her stuttering completely stupid and unrelentful, nevertheless he heads over to his closet, picking out a pair of gym shorts and a simple black tee, of course is he gonna need it if he’s gonna be letting his wolf out today? Maybe not, but he still decides to put on, just in case he runs into anyone. Slipping onto the outfit he puts on a random pair of tennis shoes, throwing on a random sweatshirt since it was becoming a little more humid outside. He heads downstairs, the smell of pancakes making his stomach rumble softly, he walks into the kitchen and looks towards his mother's small stature, her small figure packing on pancake after pancake. He grabs an apple and leans over to kiss her cheek, slightly startling her in the process. 

“You scared me Ashton.” She says as she reaches over to smack him with her hand towel, he chuckles at her and kisses her cheeks once again, silently apologizing for scaring her. He heads for the dining area, noticing his father sitting down and reading the newspaper. He leans over and silently bumps his shoulder, his silent greeting to the man, his father looks up from where he was reading, nodding his head up at Ashton. He lightly turns his hand the newspaper giving down to show his similar features. Both have their natural dirty blond, only his father has a light dust of grays showing, they both have their piercing blue orbs, they’re towering heights are also another similarity, two similar figures the two of them are. His father silently tossing a file onto the other side of the table, the file throwing out a few images of a group of people. His mother sits herself down with the stack of pancakes,  looking over to the files in confusion. He picks the file up, opening it. 

“What is this?” He asks as he flips through the many images that are there, the first one is off three men standing by a pick up truck as they move the furniture inside them. The next one is the same, but instead its off three females, the next images are an array of the different men and women moving in their furniture. He doesn’t analyze their features, nor takes any note of them, in fact he just gives it a bored look, giving his father a ‘are you kidding me look’. 

“New family moving in, seems they already have an alpha, beta and a delta, I want to keep an eye on them, we never know whether they might turn on us. There is a list of their profiles on the last few pages, we haven’t identified any of their names other than the alpha and the beta that came by a few days ago to get our permission to move into a nearby house.” His father grunts out as he goes back to his newspaper. Ashton’s eyes blink open slightly as he realizes this is the second case in the year that his father has provided him with, true it’s something minor but it is still something that he is holding onto dearly. His twenty-first birthday wouldn’t happen until the next year, but he still truly wanted to be prepared for the major responsibility that would come his way once he had finally reached his peak at growth. While humans looked forward to finally being able to drink and head into clubs at the age of twenty one, Ashton was looking forward to being handed down his father's pack, which he so carefully crafted and nourished till his late forties. He could definitely say that he would age well, he is after all a split image of his own father, if his father managed to look like a model with a few dust of grays then he knows he’ll be well off when he hits that age. 

Nevertheless his attention is diverted from his father to the pages in front of him, carefully sifting through them he now makes sure to fully pay attention to the figures found in the images. From what he could tell there are three females and four males, his eyes narrow softly as he analyzes the females more than the males, something about the image that he was presented sets him off, even in the picture the family seems to be made of a powerful aura, and that sent a shiver down his bones. He doesn’t know why, but he has this off-settling feeling about them. 

“Why does it seem like-” He begins to ask before his father interrupts him. 

“That they aren’t what they claim to be? That they give off a weird sense? Son, I’ve been an alpha for this pack for more than thirty years, I know this place from left and right, have scouted all over the word. When I tell you that I’ve never heard of them, I mean it.” He places the newspaper down and crosses his arms, his father's face looked troubled, somewhat concerned, they don’t mean to be rude, but they must be cautious. “The alpha and his beta came to us two nights ago asking for permission to buy the household that lies out of the pack, it is a part of our pack so I can understand why they must ask for permission. But, they managed to slip past our guards without them being alerted, didn’t raise when we were ready to attack and most importantly stood their ground. Even I, being an alpha will admit that I had trouble not submitting to this man and his beta, and that says a lot.” His father sighed out, his face showing shame at what he has revealed. 

The news of that left Ashton a little shocked, his father had never submitted to anyone, it was the reason why he admired him and respected him so much. His father stood by what he believed was the good, and if that meant disobeying another alphas orders then he would happily comply.To hear that he, the alpha above all alphas had trouble not submitting to the newcomers made him more suspicious of who they could be. He shifts to the last page, but before he can a small set of images catch his attention, turning them around he sees the shadow of the very short female, she had happened to have been completely covered up in the images from before, but he could see her now, and try as he might his thoughts went straight back to what happened this morning, trust him it took so much for him not to grow an erection in front of his parents. She was just too cany to what he had been dreaming about, same pale caramel tones skinned, dark luscious hair and from what he could see from the image he could see the plump lips that surround her heart shaped face. It takes a lot for him to swallow, he slams the folder closed because even he looking at the small girl was having a hard time not submitting to her, and that was just an image. 

His wolf grumbled at him from inside his head, it paws slightly, it seeks exit and for it finally be able to run around and enjoy the nice cold weather. He feels bad at having forgotten to take him out, he had seen how excited the little rascal was to finally go out and be able to let his paws get dirty. Which is why he puts down the file, giving his father a small nod as he does. “I need a run, plus the Isac has been needing to go out for a while, I’ll look at the file later. Love you guys I’ll be back.” His mother who had been surprisingly quiet the entire time and had merely been eating smiles up at him, happily mumbling a small ‘I love you’ back to him; his father grumbles one out as he motions for him to get out already. 

He doesn’t spare another second as he goes outside, walking to a path clearing in which he can take his clothes off and allow his wolf to fully take charge. His feet stopped midway and head in a direction he isn’t too familiar with, his wolf is standing on his edge of his paw, encouraging Ashton to head off into that direction. He stopped by a big tree taking his clothes off and laying them behind the bushes surrounding the tree. He was naked and shivering softly, shaking himself off he takes a deep breath, his bones slightly tremor from within, his wolf howls in pleasure as he himself breaks through Ashton’ skin. The process used to extremely painful and don’t tell anyone but it definitely made him cry a couple times. As his wolf's paws hit the ground he shakes, his black fur ruffling itself up as he happily sniffs the ground. The black wolf scouted the area for a bit, making sure it’s safe before he starts to prance around in happiness. 

He goes to lay on his belly, sniffing out the scent of a rabbit, the wolf licks its lips in contempt, happy to find its first catch of the day. The wolf begins to crawl on its belly, making its way to the area in which the bushes will cover him perfectly. Ashton chuckles as he looks on with ease, seeing as his wolf was contempt with himself he wouldn’t interrupt him in his play time. The wolf scouts the area, peeking from behind the bush with minimalistic sounds to gaze at the brown rabbit that was carelessly biting into a leaf. The wolf sniffs the air, grumbling quietly as he gets a good grip on their scent, shuffling closer still on his belly he gives in more, slightly drooling with the idea of having his teeth around the little creature. Just as he’s getting ready to pounce on the little rabbit he sits up, his hind legs standing on high alert, the rabbit notices the creature that is behind them and squeaks, quickly running and leaving the area in which it could have been eating. But the wolf is no longer focusing on what could have been its prey, now he is scouting the ground, sniffing it as an unfamiliar but renewing smell makes its way around the forest. His wolf lets out a deep rumble from its chest, the smell was completely distinct, he felt as if he was smelling a warm fruity scent with hints of vanilla in the air. He wasn’t a fan of such sweet smells, but this one in particular had him second guessing and almost begging for more, his tail starts to sway side to side as he reaches forward, on a hunt to find the source of this smell and claim it as his own. Ashton who was previously relaxing in the back of his mind was now on a frenzy, trying to make his wolf relax and not cause an overthrow in all of this and damage the both of them, his wolf made its way through the trees, skillfully dodging and jumping over them. 

He was now hunched over in curiosity as to what had made his wolf go in such a frenzy, never before has he witnessed a reaction like this from him, not even when scouting has he pranced around and gone crazy in time to this. “What's wrong?” He asked, opening his mind link between him and Issac, hearing nothing more then him yipping happily and releasing only part of a word only seemed to make him that much more confused. Not to mention that he himself was already growing delirious by the smell that was being wafted into the air, he himself was already becoming addicted to it and was only craving more from what he was able to smell. His wolf maneuvered himself closer to where the smell could possibly be, it only seemed to grow that much more stronger and make him that much more wilder, Ashtons eyes only seemed to focus more, wanting to know where this smell was coming from and why was it making the both of them react this way. It only seemed to grow worse, the closer he got the more rabid his wolf was becoming, Ashton’s eyebrows seemed to furrow more as he realized just how much more craving his wolf seemed to get, letting a snort out of his lips as he realized what was happening to the poor wolf; he was increasingly getting hornier thanks to the smell and that became more obvious the more desperate he got in his movements. His eyes are able to make a slight clearing, he realizes that he is now able to see the endings and the structure of what seems to be a house, he leans forward in his mind and slightly commands his wolf to stop acting like a horndog and to actually consider and take things easier. 

But having the stubborn wolf that he has he only continued forward, even going as far as to growl back at Ashton and continuing towards the clearing. Of course thankfully the wolf still seemed to be having a good amount of common sense and had gone to a pile of bushes that still covered him enough to be able to look out into the clearing. Ashton slightly gulps once he is able to make out the complex of the house, of course it just happened to be the exact same household that he was looking at this morning and behold it just had to be the same family that was on watch as of right now. He and his wolf relax now, the scent having calming qualities of it before being a source for his horniness They stare at the members that seem to be still unpacking even if they have been settling down for a couple days, they were all chiming and laughing with one another, and even if he wasn’t with them nor laughing along to their jokes he still found it heart warming and it made his insides stir in a bad way at the thought of having to spy on a family. His wolf assess his surroundings taking note that mostly everyone was piled outside, with the exception of a few, the smell seems to be surrounding the entire area and not making him pinpoint the exact area from where it was coming from. The wolf grumbles already thinking of how long he would have to be here till he finds the source of where the smell was coming from. 

It looks up at the complex, truly it was a beautiful structure made more modern than the victorian style homes that seem to surround these woods. There were more windows, making it easier to have a clear view of the outside world, it truly was a beautiful home and if he wasn’t already so happy with his parents home then he would ask for his parents to build a modern home like the one he was currently gazing at. The wolf looked up more, his worlds and praises stumbling out of his mind as he notices the small creature that was perched against the window, they for one haven’t noticed him, yet. The small girl was merely looking up at the sky, a solemn look on her face, he was completely entranced with her, letting him shift through every freckle and beautiful parching skin that was making up her face. A small button nose scrunched up slightly, her plump lips opening up as she scrunches forward to sneeze, a soft grumbled chuckle escapes the wolf, even that seemed to make her more adorable. He seems to freeze on this once he makes the oh so desired eye contact with the small girl, his skin heats up, staring into those dark brown orbs he was completely lost in them, Ashton too, seeming to once having had his logic leave the window and now leaving him just as empty minded and open mouthed as his wolf. 

A shiver seems to have made its way down his skin, the uncanny similarities between her and the girl that had made his morning a hard one where uncanny, and even he was wondering how the pervert in him had visualized her. The small girl was now gazing at him with her deep set eyes, and even he was nervous under her gaze, he couldn’t help but shift from left and right, not being able to stay looking at for her too long or he’ll fall into them. His heart falls into his stomach as the small girl shifts, quite literally leaving from where she was and now running deeper into the house and most sadly away from his view. In a moment of panic he escapes, not being sure as to whether or not she was making her way to him. He didn’t know how much talking his wolf would allow without him sniffing up the shorts that she was decked in, and that was a bigger issue then it needed to be, so he fled running back in the direction of his house with his wolf chanting one thing sadly. 

“Mate.”