The dog randomly attacked me with his tongue, leaving my face drenched in his saliva and I smiled widely trying to shield my face. My mood must’ve rubbed off because the canine grew excited, lifting his tail as high as it could wagging intensely. What appeared to be a smile formed on his opened muzzle and his tongue flopped around, his ears perked and he knocked me on my back with his constant snout nudging.
A silent laugh left my body and my cheeks burned from the foreign direction my lips pulled, the animal stood over me playfully with a head tilt as if it was trying to get me to look him in the eye. Then randomly, he decided to plop down on my body with a small huff. His eyes closed and he yawned, telling me he wasn’t about to remove his head from my chest anytime soon.
This wolf is very bipolar…
However, I didn’t mind. Something about this wolf-like dog brought me comfort and I felt bonded to him, for the first time in my life I felt secure and unworried. He scared off one of the men and I wished he could see how thankful I am. Animals are my weakness, they’re free and I’ve always adored them. They’ll love you unconditionally and that’s been my biggest crave. Humans don’t deserve these beautiful creatures…
I gently pet his head in order not to wake him, feeling the steady exhales through his nose fan my face. The warmth of his furry body covering most of mine felt like a soft weighted blanket and I smiled down at his sleeping face, seeing his ear twitch and his tail flipped to the other side. His chest made a rumbling noise before going silent, his paw planting over my resting hand while I pet him with my other.
I twisted my hand around and held his silky smooth paw, caressing my thumb over the addicting feel of his snowy fur.
I can get used to this beautiful animal. He can protect me and I will give him all the playtime and affection he wants.
He’s fluffy, soft, playful, and nice.
I will name him Marshmallow.
Axel Moretti’s POV
I opened my eyes in sheer panic before my mate’s intoxicating scent reached my nose and I physically relaxed, my vision adjusted to the now dark room and I admired her sleeping figure. Her hand was still holding my paw and her other was on my back, no longer moving from her previous petting gestures.
It pains me to know she doesn’t want me, she tried to run away. My delicate little human fears me and I don’t understand why. It frustrates me not knowing about her.
Humans are foreign to me and I never tried to know them, their mere existence bothered me up until I met my beautiful mate. At first, I was disappointed and slightly annoyed the moon goddess would send me someone so different. She gave me such a fragile soul knowing I could break her in seconds, yet as I examined her, I instantly saw the reason behind her ludicrous choice.
She sent her into my life to put an end to my ruthlessness, she gave me a mate so fragile to teach me how to be gentle.
Her hand clenched my paw and I grew alarmed, leaning forward without startling her awake and sniffing the air to ensure she didn’t rip open any of the wounds to cause her discomfort. Her grip then loosened and I let out a quiet whine, replacing my head on her collarbone.
I hate how easily she receives injuries because she’s human, there’s not much I know about them and I’ll admit that, but I’m very aware they’re prone to physical damage. I hate how that’s just part of her delicate human qualities. She’s the first one I’ve met and I’m learning from her. I’m still so uncertain if her actions are normal and I’m trying my best to suit her comfort until I figure it out.
She won’t even look at me, and I think that’s what hurts the most. I want to see those beautiful eyes.
‘Something happened to mate. She doesn’t trust her own kind, other humans hurt her,’ Dax whimpered.
I withheld a snarl at the thought except I knew better than to jump to conclusions, but I’m also beginning to have suspicions that my beautiful girl was beaten.
I, of all people, would know what torture looks like. I’ve hurt and killed many werewolves without care for years, and if I find out my innocent mate has been receiving the same treatment I inflict, it will bring me so much guilt, shame, and fury.
The mere image of her starved body being harmed sent my hackles up in rage and I bared my teeth, thinking of the many ways I could avenge her without certainty that’s even what happened. I refrained from letting out a growl so I didn’t scare her awake and cautiously lifted my body from hers, effortlessly slipping onto the floor to let her sleep in peace before I went on a rampage over a possibility.
She doesn’t know that I’m not just a wolf and it feels wrong tricking her. As much as I want to stay and cuddle with her, I won’t. She isn’t comfortable with me for me, but she’s comfortable with me as my wolf. I will try to spend the majority of my time with her in this form, only occasionally slipping in as myself so I don’t startle her anymore than I already have. I came onto her too strong and scared her.
Who knew insignificant things would set a human off ? It enrages me more knowing she could be reacting that way because she was possibly beaten by another person.
Either way, I will fix my queen.
A sound made me stop mid-step, glancing back at my mate who was now rubbing her eyes and squinting into the darkened room, making it so I couldn’t see into them. Her hands frantically felt around her and before I could finish my journey to the door, my body was already retreating to the bedside where one of her searching hands found the fur of my ear. Her soothing touch reminded me of her gentle nature ; I will protect her pure beauty with my life.
Her hand drooped from rubbing behind my ear, indicating she fell back asleep, and my heart ached. My beautiful mate is suffering and I can’t help her the way I wish to, she is just too afraid.
I lifted her hand with my muzzle, carefully placing it on the bed so her elbow joint wasn’t strained with the deadweight of her arm over the edge. Then, I turned to my side and pawed at the floor next to the bed to make my spot. I laid on the carpet right beneath her vulnerable sleeping body, closing my eyes to focus my hearing in case I caught any threatening noises.
I will listen all night to make sure she feels safe, she needs her rest.
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My ear flickered backwards at the sound of her movement on the mattress. I lifted my head and looked up to find her looking at her hands with the smallest smile. The sight created a tingled explosion of butterflies in my chest. Her beauty never ceases to astound me.
I laid here all night with her. She only woke once due to the thunderstorm which was beyond my control. I ended up resting my head on the small area in front of her to keep her panic at bay, she unknowingly cuddled it and all scent of her fear vanished. It brought me immense happiness knowing there was at least something I could do to help her. The worst feeling is knowing she’s scared and there’s nothing I can do without making it worse.
I was pulled back to reality when I felt her hand beneath my jaw with soft scratches ; my wolf and I love her affection. She continued for a moment, sitting up and removing her gentle fingers from my snout. Her hand tapped the bed next to her and excitement shot through me.
I jumped up but made sure I didn’t step on her hand, curling my body around hers and resting my head on her leg. Although, it worried me with how skinny she is. I’m afraid I may hurt her and that’s the last thing I want to do.
Her fingers brushed through my fur and I whined, knowing I need to find my will to leave soon. I have things to take care of aside from her, it’s just difficult knowing she likes my wolf and he makes her relaxed. Finding out what happened to her is one of my top priorities for sure, if she puts her trust in a vicious animal so quickly over a person then she must’ve been hurt terribly. I can’t live without knowing what happened.
This would all just be so much easier if she could talk, confide into me, isn’t that what humans do with their pets ?
‘Dude, where are you ? Are you still at your place with her ?’ Blaine mind-linked and I withheld a growl at his interruption between me and my mate.