A Maiden's Dilemma

"There's somebody here" Harris said as he strolled with the scouts through the woods. His senses were tingling. The scent he perceived had him aroused. He began tracing his steps to the direction of the scent as his wolf was awoken up. The scouts followed behind him, assuming that he really must have sensed a presence, as his footsteps quickened. The scent got stronger with every step he took, until he reached a stream. There was a small figure on the ground. A female. Her head was adorned with curly black hair that covered her neck. Her figure and scent called out to him. His wolf was ready to grab her to himself at any instant. "Down boy" Harris urged, stiffling the passion sipping through his skin. "Where am I?" Bella asked, a really bad headache reverberating through her head. She could immediately feel and smell the hot musk of a man. Her wolf jumped within her, as it was obvious there was a mate close by. Her body tingled, she could feel it all the way down to her privates. "What is this feeling?" The first and last thing she could remember when she woke up was that she was being hunted and had the wounds to show it. Blood dripped from her head like water, although red and thicker. Her body burned with cuts and wounds that stung as the wind blew over her. There was the sound of running water, the song of frogs calling into the evening, and she could smell smoke from not so far away. She could hear approaching footsteps. Her heart shook with trepidation. Her body moved on its own as she tried to carry her own weight out of the stream she was laying in. She was heavy. It has to be them, she thought. "Get up. Get up. Get up!" She pushed her self out of the water and began limping away, although she really wanted to wait to see who this scent belonged to. It was the first time she was having a mate bond. "Who are you?" The voice of a man called out from behind. She shook. She did not want to look back. She nearly whispered her mother's name but then she instantly remembered that her mother was most likely dead. "I command you to stop! From your scent I can tell that you are not from here," said the voice once again. Now there were more men approaching footsteps. They were many men. She could smell them. Three. Four. Six. No, seven. She did not stop. She kept going. If she were going to die, she rather die on the move than to stop at the behest of her killer. "In the name of the Riverbed Pack, I Beta Harris Whitemane commands you to stop!' What? She had never heard of such a Pack. She turned back finally and saw a man standing in the midst of other men. He had very long blond hair and hazel eyes that pierced into hers. His height and figure were imposing. She stumbled and neatly fell. Her wolf pranced around within her, and she could tell that she wanted this man, all to herself. "And what if I do not stop?" she asked, breathlessly, unable to believe how much of an attraction she was feeling towards a man she just met. "Then we are going to stop you by force" Harris said, still fighting with his wolf inside of him, but managing to keep a cool exterior. Her body had blood on it, but still his wolf had nothing else in mind than to pull her over. She thought for a second that she was looking at an angel. An angel of death perhaps. Because she knew that she was not going to last long after that. Her eyes trailed at the floor behind her and she saw a pool of blood right there where she had just left. She was shocked at how much blood she had lost. So shocked that she felt herself getting dizzy. Mate! Her wolf howled within her. The entire moment had her light headed. She began fainting. She felt herself crashing into the wet and soft floor of the river bank. The sound of feet moving quickly filled the air, and her body fell into strong hands that pulled her to a broad chest. He smelled like chest nut and forest wood. She took a glimpse at his face. He was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her nineteen years of life. And soon, she could see nothing but darkness, and feel nothing but the sensation of being carried somewhere by a pair of strong hands. Her body floated lightly as she grabbed into him. She felt him breath. It was peaceful. She wanted to stay there for as long as she could. She fell unconscious. "What are we going to do with her?" One of the scouts asked, walking up to Harris. Harris did not say a thing about that. His eyes moved from her on his arm to the river. He had caught a glimpse of her eyes. Light blue. Eyes that told a story. One he wanted to know. "Mate!" His wolf howled. "No" he said, struggling. "I don't even know her." He repelled his wolf from taking over him. "Uhm, what are you saying, Beta Harris?" The scout asked one last time, still waiting on legit answers to act on. "Don't worry about her" Harris replied, trying to stiffle his growls. "But my lord, she could be a spy" the scout said again. "We should put her in a dungeon and ask her questions. Is that not what we ought to do?" "I said don't worry about her" Harris growled, staring into the eyes of the scout in much ferocity, as though about to tear him apart limb by limb. The scout caught shivers staring back at him. "I will take care of her, and I will. You do not have to do anything. I will be keeping her in my room. You do not have to worry about any of this. Know your place, scout!" The atmosphere got permeated with Harris's bloodlust. The scout backed down, bowing to Harris. "Your wish is my command, Beta!" "Good" Harris growled, and continued marching on. "Let's call it a day and go home." "Okay, Beta!" The scouts replied simultaneously. Harris' wolf had chosen her for a mate, but he did not know who she was. He felt troubled for reasons he knew best. She woke up briefly from her slumber and found that she was in bed. There was a man sitting on a chair over looking the bed. He was the same man from before. She felt at peace with him there, and soon, fell back asleep, even though he was nothing more than a stranger to her.