The Werewolf and the Human

She's Back

I am about to see her for the first time in over a month. She had to go back home to get her affairs in order. She took the job. There was a moment I did not know if she would take it. There were moments throughout the entire month where I was sure she would reject it. Turn her back on me. Turn her back on everything she could be. Of course, I still did not know what I wanted her to be. I still could not decide what I needed her to be. I had a lot of questions to answer. Before I made any decision on her. Before, I would be willing to make any decision on offering her the keys to my kingdom. Still, I could feel it. When she arrived at her new house the night prior, I could feel it when she got close enough to me again. I could feel her. Feel her heartbeat. I could feel her again.

              My wolf was a whole other problem. It was agitated, annoyed with him. The second she was away, out of my reach, I could feel it every second she was not with me. My wolf got angrier and angrier the longer she was away. I wondered what would happen the longer she was not within my grasp; she was not in my bed.

              The doctor was no help. He kept claiming he needed more time to study and look into all the outcomes. He had come up with nothing. I waited in agony for him to research. The whole month she was gone, nothing.

              And now, she was back. I could feel her energy spinning and dancing around me. Feel her heart beating running around me. I had intentions of visiting her just long enough to get my energy back. What happened after that, I did not know. That could be decided later.

              Yes, I was putting off deciding what I wanted out of everything. How could I not? I wanted her. That past month had shown me that. I had a hard time not thinking about her. Every thought I had was pulled to her. Every moment I was not thinking of the pack, I was used to thinking of her. My mind always came back to her. It always flowed back to her. No matter what I did, no mattered what I thought, it always drifted back to her.

              Oliva had been getting restless as well. I tried sleeping with her once since Lucy left, and it did not work. It made my wolf scream and howl, and honestly, she did not have the same taste I remembered. She was no longer what I wanted. Eventually, I kicked her out of my bedroom, and she had not been allowed back. She had whined, pouted, and upped her flirting tenfold, but it had not changed my opinion or my actions.

              I was getting ready to see Lucy at her house. I needed to look my best. The whole pack would expect it. I was introducing a human to us, which meant I needed to show my very best. However, that was not what I cared about. I wanted to impress Lucy. I needed to show Lucy the man I could be, the man that could be her mate. If the doctor ever got back to me. Still, I did not know if it was the best thing for either of us.

              Oliva walked into the room as I was just about to finish buttoning my shirt. She leaned against the doorframe. “You look too good,” she said, thrusting her hip a little further into the air.

              “What do you want, Oliva?” I asked, staring at her through my mirror.

              “Just to tell you that you look too good to check in on the new human.” She thrust her hip even further into the air.

              “I am expected to be at my best,” I said, straightening my shirt slightly.

              “This is better than your best.” She took a step into my room. Her eyes scanned over my body. She wanted something I no longer offered.

              I turned and glared at her, and she took a step back out of my room. “I only think that you’re putting too much effort into this human.”

              “I am doing what is expected of me,” I said as I started walking out of my room.

              She ran her hand over my body. I pulled her hand away from me as quickly as possible. “Come on,” she whined. She tried to run her hand over my body again. I pulled her arm away from me the moment it connected with me. “It’s been so long since we played.”

              “I told you last time. I do not wish to be involved with you anymore.”

              “I know what you said,” she said, pouting her lips and thrusting out her hips.

              “I meant it,” I said, trying to walk past her.

              “When you get your head on straight, you know where I’ll be,” she said, trying to drape herself on me.

I pulled her off of me, and she fell to the ground. “Not in my bedroom.”