The Werewolf and the Human

She's getting Out

I didn’t get any more sleep last night. I woke with a pissed off wolf. I had almost called Oliva back into my room several times, but could never pull the trigger, not saying I wasn’t up for some company, but my wolf wouldn’t stop growling and every time I tried to call for Oliva, it felt like he was biting my insides. I finally gave up trying to call her. Instead, I had just laid there waiting for some news, that news came at eight in the morning. My phone rang and I hoped that it would be Nicole, but it wasn’t. It was the doctor. “Do you have a minute sir?”

              “Yes, what is it?” I asked him. I was happy with this distraction. I was happy with any distraction, anything that could shut my wolf up, even if it was just for a moment.

              “I just wanted to give you an update of Eliza.”

              For just a moment I wondered why he felt the need to call me with this. I, however, was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. It seemed easier for me to just take what he was saying and then deal with everything else later. “What update do you have?” I asked him.

              “She’s fine. She still will take a while to heal, because she is so young, but she’s lucky. It could have been a lot worse.”

              “Thank you, for the information,” I said, thinking that the conversation was over.

              It wasn’t. “I hear that the human is getting released today,” he said, and for just a moment the world stopped. Everything in the world seemed to be dragged out of me, and there was nothing that I could do about it.

              I pressed my eyes shut and forced myself to breath. My wolf was jumping up and down and I didn’t know why. She shouldn’t have mattered, and I kept telling myself that. “It is a good thing she lived. She did save one our own.”

              “That is a different attitude than you had last night,” he told me.

              “I’ve had some time to think,” I told him. I stood up, anything to calm my wolf down.

              “A bit more time to calm down,” he told me. “Meeting your mate for the first time, especially when that mate is human can be jarring.”

              I felt my mind stop. No, that couldn’t be right. He must have been mistaken. There was no way that human was my mate. I was the Alpha of the biggest clan in the American North East. I couldn’t have my mate be a human. No one would approve of me. My clan would be in a lot of trouble. My clan would be attacked over and over again, and I would have nothing that I could do to stop them. “She is not my mate,” I growled. My wolf attacked me, but I ignored it. I had bigger issues than him, at the moment.

              “Of course,” he said, but I knew by his voice that he hardly believed what I was saying.

              I had a problem with that. I had a problem with him not believing that to be the truth. I needed everyone to know the truth. I needed everyone to know that my mate was not human. I needed a strong wolf as my Luna, not a human that couldn’t take on other humans. “She is not my mate,” I repeated.

              He didn’t say anything for several seconds. He finally spoke, “Are you denying her as a mate?” he asked me.

              My wolf tugged at something in me that wanted to say no. My wolf wanted to find her, to kiss her, to show her the way only a werewolf can make love, and yet I froze. For one second my wolf had me and then I quickly adapted. “If there is even a chance that some people might think that she is my mate than that is my intention. I just need to find out who she is first.”

“I intend to meet her,” the doctor said, in a matter-of-fact tone. There was no question for him about if he should meet her, or why he should meet her, it was just simply the fact that he was going to meet her.

              “Why do you intend to meet her?” I asked him, doing everything that I could to control my wolf. My wolf was angry. It was furious. There was no way that I could keep it calm much longer.

              “As you said, sir, she did save one of our own.” There was something in his tone that I was not a fan of.

              “I did say that, but she is not a sideshow,” I said, defensively. I didn’t know why, but I felt like he was going to turn her into a walking sideshow. I had a feeling that all of the people in my clan were going to treat her like a walking sideshow, and that was going to force her away from me, and my wolf refused to let that happen.  

              “I never called her that,” the doctor’s voice said. “All I said…”

              “I know what you said,” I growled at him.

              “Of course, sir,” he said, but I knew that his answer mattered. I knew that he was saying something with his words. His words pointed out the facts that I didn’t want him to know. He wanted to say things that I forbade from being real.

              “How are you going to see her before she leaves?” I asked, realizing that she was certainly not from around here.

              “Nicole has already told me that she is going to try to get them into the dinner,” he said, clearing his voice.

              “I will see if I can make it. I should at least meet the woman that saved one of our pack members,” I said, angerly. I hung up the phone, and nearly threw my phone in the process.