I’m also guessing that she’s also somehow related to Mr. Moneybags; perhaps, either a daughter or niece. Let’s see if I could find out with some indirect questioning.
“Brianna; do you know how I got here?”
“You were attacked, and badly hurt; so, my dad brought you back here.”
Aha; so she’s his daughter. That was easy enough; it only took one question. … Sorry, Daphne; looks like our mate’s already got a family. We’re out of look; it’s too late. … But, then again; our arranged husband-to-be also has a family … so …
All of a sudden; Brianna leans over, and takes in an elongated sniff of my hair. When she finishes; a quizzically pondering expression forms upon her face, as she point-blankly asks…
“Pomona; are you really a werewolf?”
**Pomona’s POV**
Well, that question certainly came out of nowhere; taking me a bit off guard by it … so much so that I actually wind up taking a moment before I’m able to respond…
“Yes; I’m really a werewolf.”
Brianna briefly stares at me, while displaying a dubious facial expression; then, bluntly states…
“But; you don’t have a she-wolf scent.”
I hate to admit it, but she’s right; I don’t have a she-wolf scent.
Of course, like everyone … be it humans or werewolves … I do have a personal body odor. But, unlike everyone else, she-wolves also emit a distinctly distinguishable scent that sets them apart from other she-wolves, while also emanating their natural essence … usually compromised of an intricately infused combination of two or more aromatic fragrances.
Take my family for instance. My mother has a soothingly calming scent of lavender and chamomile. My oldest sister, Helena … the family’s precious treasured beauty … has a sweet scent of roses and jasmines. Bellona … our warrior … has a more powerful scent of marigold and burdock. As for the twins; Raina has a scent of strawberries and cream, while Rhiana has a scent of peaches and cream.
As for myself … nada. Maybe this has something to do with my rare, genetic condition; and, along with my inability to shape-shift into my wolf-form … perhaps I’m also unable to emit my she-wolf scent.
I assure her, “I know I don’t have a she-wolf scent like all other she-wolves; but, trust me, I really am a werewolf. I swear.”
She displays another dubious expression; while, at the same time, shoots over a scrutinizing look…
“Then; why didn’t you turn into your wolf-form when you were being attacked, and protect yourself against those humans?”
I usually don’t like to bring up this subject, and reveal my abnormality with strangers; after all, it is a personal sore spot for me … one which I don’t even like discussing about out loud with my own family members. But … again; maybe it’s because I’m feeling so closely connected with her … I’m actually remarkably relaxed in Brianna’s presence; and, openly tell her without any hesitation…
“You see; I have this condition which prevents me from being able to shape-shift. So, my inner-wolf is unable to come out and reveal her true self.”
Honestly; I was expecting another round of questioning from her … but instead; Brianna slowly reaches out, and tenderly places her hands upon my cheeks. Then, she gently touches her forehead to mine. Instantly, a euphoric warmth spreads throughout my entire body; and, I feel as if I’m slowly drifting off into a dreamlike state of consciousness.
Shortly; Daphne becomes highly aroused … not sexually; but, more like she’s excitedly anticipating someone’s arrival. Her usual feelings of loneliness and isolation have somehow been mysteriously vanquished; and, a comforting, joyous feeling of a possible imminent companionship quickly fills in that void.
She calls out to me, “Pomona; someone’s coming my way.”
Daphne; what do you mean ‘someone’s coming your way’? What are you talking about; who’s coming? … Wait; how’s that even possible?
“I’m not sure how, either … but, I can sense that someone’s on their way to see me.”
Are you sure … I mean; how can someone come to see you? Do you have any idea who it might be?
“Not really; but, it feels like she may be a friend.”
A friend? And; it’s a she?
Suddenly; I hear Daphne asking, “Who are you? How were you able to get here to me?”
“My name’s Crystal; Daphne. I’m Brianna’s inner-wolf. And, when she maintains direct bodily contact with another werewolf; she has the ability to release me, and send me into their body to communicate with their inner-wolf.”
I hear Brianna say to me, “So, it’s true then; you really are a werewolf, Pomona.”
Daphne asks, “Crystal; why did come here to see me … what do you want?”
“I’d like to be your friend … if that’s okay with you?”
An overwhelmingly delighted Daphne enthusiastically replies, “Yes; of course it’s okay … I’d love to be your friend, too.”
I still can’t fathom how Brianna’s able to interact with Daphne. Other than myself; the only other person sensitively aware to Daphne’s presence is Bellona … and even then, she’s only in-tune with Daphne’s moods and feelings; but, she can’t directly communicate with Daphne like Brianna is.
And, just like that strong connection I’m feeling towards Brianna; I can sense that Daphne’s feeling the same way about Crystal … it’s as if me and Daphne, and Brianna and Crystal’s lives are all connected and intertwined emotionally and spiritually.
As Daphne and Crystal continue getting to know each other; Brianna not only remains holding onto my cheeks … but, she also begins to affectionately nuzzle her nose on the top of my head. And, as she does that; I take this opportunity to take in that aromatically sweet cotton candy and pumpkin spice scent of hers.
Being here with Brianna; for the first time in my life … I wish I could give birth to my own child.
Suddenly, Daphne’s attention is abruptly drawn away from Crystal; and, she quickly becomes sexually aroused. Meanwhile, my nipples begin to swell up and harden; becoming fully erect … as that heated, moistened dampness starts building up once again, down in my now tingling crotch area.