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enigma-im · 6 months

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Walk on the Wild Side

Rating: explicit

Relationship: Werewolf x F!Human

Warning: wild man, poaching, predator/prey play, clingy werewolf

Word count: 10,855

Taking care of animals and the park is a ranger's job. Though it's complicated when a werewolf becomes enamored with you.

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The front door screeches on its old hinges in the front of the Ranger house. I look up from my coffee-making to greet a familiar face.

"Oh hey, Gavin," I look back to my drink, adding the necessary amount of cream. The door shuts behind the man with a loud thwack.

"Good morning, Ms. Alani, what brings you in so early," he asks as he steps up to the counter. I turn around and sip on my coffee, looking at the rugged man before me.

"I could be asking you the same thing," I answer back. He smiles, leaning on his forearms.

"I can't stop by to see my favorite ranger," he flirts. I roll my eyes but can't help the smile. I hide it behind my cup.

"Depends, are you sugaring me up for something?"

"no more than usual," he grins.

"Well, if you say so," I answer," but today I'm making my rounds. People have been reporting some traps around Little Bear Loop."

"Oh," he frowns," that's no good."

"Not at all, so I'm going to go scope the place."

"Make it sound like a crime scene already," he jokes," well, don't let me hold you up. I need to head back home and shower anyway. I smell like shit."

"Well, I wasn't going to say it," I tease. He chuckles, waving goodbye as he opens the creaky door again. I catch myself smiling even after he is gone. I shake my head and grab my hat. Duty calls.

Walking through the woods on a typical watch is rather boring, though peaceful. The tall trees give me a strange sense of size. I check around for any signs of caught animals though nothing really brings attention. Just another rumor I guess, or a miseducated hiker who saw some sculpture some kids made and took it as some 'sign of misdeeds'.

Following the path, looking at the nearly setting sun, I hear a whimper. I freeze. Listening carefully I hear it once more a distance off the path. Timidly I walk towards the sound, making as little noise as possible. The chance of a wild animal is high but the chance of it being injured is higher. Throwing out my self-preservation I venture onward.

I look every which way and catch no hide or hair of the mystery creature. As I give up and head back I hear a growl that finishes off in a whimper. I look around, jumping when I notice a half-hidden creature in a bush. It's lounged on its stomach, its lower half obscured by the leaves.

"Hello," I squeak. The creature doesn't move, glaring daggers up at me. I observe it, looking at its pinned ears and half-bared teeth. The animal looks like a wolf but wrong. Its muzzle is too short and its eyes too human.

A shiver runs over me just looking at them but I ignore them for the sake of my job.

"Oh, a werewolf," I relax," I'm sorry, I didn't notice." throwing out my caution I walk over to them, crouching near. "Hello, sir, are you alright," I ask. They don't answer, eyeing me suspiciously. Am I wrong? They sure look like a werewolf, maybe they're shy. I take a tentative shuffle closer causing them to try to shift away, whimpering as they do. Their leg stretches at an odd angle as they try to move.

"Are you injured, sir," I ask. They still remain silent, their clawed hand scratching at the ground. I observe their hand, seeing the human fingers littered with fur. Definitely a werewolf.

I stand and walk around to their legs, pushing the bush aside to get a better look. I wince at the sight, seeing large metal teeth digging into his ankle. Their blood is dried over the contraption, fresh blood leaking into his fur now.

"Damn hunters," I huff crouching down to free him," I'm so sorry, this area is supposed to be a no-hunting zone on the account of the park being so close. We have tried setting up cameras and have the staff keep an eye out. Generally, there isn't much to worry about here but I guess they have gotten brave." I press on a release switch, relieved when the hinges loosen. I grab at his leg while prying the teeth out of his skin. He yelps, lunging up and grabbing my shoulder. I stiffen at the contact, feeling his claws pinch through my coat. Looking up to him I gauge his level of potential aggression. He looks to be in pain.

"I just gotta get the teeth out and I can try to stop the bleeding. I have some gauze in my bag just for this sort of situation," I try to soothe. He nods.

I get the bear trap off and toss it aside before grabbing my bag off my back. I sort through my items, grabbing my first aid. With practiced ease I clean his wound, wincing with him when his nails poke through my coat. With the worst part over I begin wrapping his ankle.

With my focus elsewhere I barely notice him leaning closer, sniffing at my hair before dropping back on his rear.

"All good, do you think you can stand," I ask while lifting away. His hand clenches my shoulder, releasing me after a second. I watch him attempt to stand, looking stoic for just a moment before he stumbles and whines. Quickly, I grab his arms, offering minimal help with our clear height difference.

"I'll take that as a no," I chuckle. He chuffs, flicking his ear. I walk him over to a tree, helping him sit. I reach over to my belt and grab my walkie, calling up to the station. Standing, I take a step away from him. He startles me when he grabs my leg, tugging me back to his side. I don't bother with a response.

"Daryl, I need a truck to trail 17. I have a wounded man, he stepped in a bear trap and can't walk," I say to the walkie.

"Copy that, do you require medical to meet us back at the station," he calls back quickly. I look over to the werewolf, gauging the necessity of Daryl's request.

"Yea, I cleaned him up but he can't walk so it might be worse than I can see," I answer.

"Copy, I'll call Wendy. See you in five," he says.

I sit with the man, lounging with him against the tree. We wait in silence, listening to the birds chirping in the branches above.

"hey, a Goldfinch," I point above. The man looks up, he barks at the bird. We both watch as it flies away.

A rolling hum of a truck breaks the sounds of nature. I stand to greet Daryl but once again the werewolf stops me by grabbing my leg.

"I'll be right back, gotta go meet Daryl," I explain. He shakes his head, tugging me back down beside him. He drops me on his lap, holding me close to his chest. I immediately grow uncomfortable, feeling more in danger at this moment than when we first met.

"Sir, you have to the count of five to let me go before I hurt you worse than that bear trap," I growl. His answer is a chuff, sounding like a laugh more than anything else. With my own chuff, I look down at his leg and shove my heel against the bandage. He yelps, tugging his leg up and pushing me away. I take the chance of freedom and crawl out of reach. Twisting once out of range I see him cradling his ankle, whimpering as he does.

I ignore him, standing and heading over to Daryl. I meet him up by his truck, greeting him as he steps out of the car.

"He's down that way, you'll probably have to put him in the bed. I'm going to finish walking the trail and meet you back at the station," I say dryly.

"Alright," he looks to the woods then back to me," you ok?"

"Peachy," I joke," the werewolf is just a bit too touchy for my taste. Damn grabby men. You help em and they think it’s ok to grab you and jerk you around."

"Clearly doesn't know you if he thinks he can get away with that," Daryl chuckles.

"he sure doesn't," I huff," anyway, have fun."

I walk down the path, hands in my pocket and kicking rocks.

Half an hour later I'm at the driveway of the station. The sun setting just behind me. I take notice of the additional van next to Daryl's truck. Seems Wendy is still here. I head inside, hanging my bag on the hook by the door.

"Honey, I'm home," I jokingly call out. A head pops out from down the hall.

"Hey, you mind helping in here," Daryl asks, pointing into the room.

"Depends," I say skeptically as I head towards him. He ducks back in as I round the corner. The extra bedroom is alive with action. Wendy and another are attempting to calm down a writhing werewolf. The unknown person is trying to hold the man down while Wendy tries to undo the bandages on his leg. She passes a glance to me, doing a double take.

"Hey, glad you're here, can you help Jayce hold him down," she nods towards the unknown person. I nod, quickly walking in and helping Jayce. Not even a second after I grab his legs do I get snatched and pulled into a familiar hold. The writhing has stopped now that the werewolf's face is nuzzled against my neck.

"Hey! Stop it," I wiggle in his arms, thunking my head against his as I do. My arms are kept pinned to my side and my legs aren't able to kick him because he is on the bed. The only thing I have that I can hurt him with is my teeth. I bite his arm, cringing at the hair in my mouth. I bite softly at first, amping up pressure the longer he doesn't let me go. it's when my teeth actually sink into his skin does he growl, opening his mouth to bite at my shoulder.

His bite is gentler than mine but warns me with light pressure. I know his bite is worse than anything I can do to him. Pressing my luck I tug on his arm, still puncturing his skin. He digs his teeth harder against my skin, growling as he tries to tug his arm away from my mouth. His teeth start to sting, threatening to break through. Without much of an option, I let go, spitting out hair and licking drool off my chin.

"Good girl," he mumbles, licking my neck. I gawk, angry and frustrated at him.

"Oh, so you can talk," I bark," you dang jerk, let me go!" he chuffs, continuing to bathe my skin in his spit. I look to the others for help but Wendy has taken the time of calm to undress his leg.

"Daryl," I twist to him," Help me out." he nods. As he takes his first step toward me two people react. Wendy stops him and the werewolf growls. The rumbling in his chest feels weird on my back.

"Do not anger him again," Wendy snaps at Daryl before turning to me," bare with it for a second, he hasn't been still since he got here."

"What," I scoff," no! Make this man let me go, he keeps licking me and it's making my skin crawl." Wendy ignores my plea and looks at the newly revealed wound. It has stopped bleeding but the cuts look disgusting, if not a little mangled. I sigh, feeling bad for the beast-man. I guess I can tolerate his touching- and licking- for five minutes.

The werewolf lathers every visible inch of skin with his spit, even rubbing his cheek against it. His scratchy tongue makes my spine tingle with disgust. Every part of me wants to get away and take a shower. I count down the seconds till the doc wraps him back up.

Wendy rewraps his leg, adding a splint as well, before packing up her things. Jayce talks with Daryl while I once more try to escape this hairy man's hold.

"If you all are quite done then can you help me now," I shout into the room as the wolfman tries to pull me onto the bed.

"Oh, right," Daryl jumps into action. He walks to my front, reaching for the man's arms to pry off me. The man instantly starts growling, swiping out at Daryl with his long claws. I try to take advantage of the single-arm hold on me but the man is stronger than he looks. Jayce hops in to help, catching the wolfman's arm. Daryl grabs the other, dodging snaps of the man's teeth near his bicep. With a group effort, I manage to get out of the man's arms, crossing the room quickly.

I rub at the back of my neck, wiping off the spit," Don't ever tell me I don't do anything for y'all, now I need a shower." Daryl laughs, waving me off as I head for the door. Barely out of the room, I hear shifting and a shout. Wendy barks out a command as the Wolfman tries to hop off the bed. She and Jayce try to keep him down on the bed but he is too determined.

"Jayce, just get the muscle relaxer. I can't keep fighting him to relax and get some rest," Wendy says. Jayce searches through her bag, finds a needle, and rushes over to the man. Quickly, he plunges the needle into his arm, taking a step back as the man tries to swipe at him.

Slowly, the fight lessens till the man is flopped against the bed. Wendy releases him, taking a timid step back. The man huffs, dropping his head to the side. Without warning he lets out a loud whimper, nearly sounding like a wail.

I watch him try to lift his limbs, whining the entire time. He looks at me, his face pinched in frustration and strife. It tugs at my heart but his behavior has put me off from doing him any more favors. With a shrug, I walk off into the main room.

All down the hall, I hear the loud keening coming from the bedroom. Wendy and Jayce quickly retreat to the station to find peaceful silence literally anywhere else. I follow in their footsteps, grabbing my things and rushing out the door to my car.

I drive home, showering the second I can. The silence in my apartment has never been so good. I can hardly imagine how Daryl is doing with the whiney werewolf. One can only hope that the man tired himself out before it become too much for old Daryl.

As I lay down to sleep my phone rings. Dread jumps down my throat and into my stomach. I pray to whatever higher being that it's just a telemarketer. Looking at the screen I groan, flopping back onto my bed. I reach over and accept the call.

"You have reached Ranger Smith, if this is about Yogi then please hang up now," I joke in a deadpan tone.

"Hey, sorry to call late but 'yogi' has been driving me crazy. I have tried everything but he is as bad as a toddler with a sugar high. I beg of you to come down, I will owe you big time," he tries to persuade. I try my damndest to say no, to hang up and let it be his problem. Too many factors play in my reluctant 'ok'. Curse my compassion.

I dress quickly and head over to the station. The second I step on the porch I can hear the wolfman's whimpering. The sound reminds me of a puppy's first night sleeping alone. I drop my head and sigh, taking in all the courage and patience I can muster.

It seems right as I open the door the wailing pauses for a second. I walk down the hall, meeting Daryl in the doorway. The man behind him stops his whining, sitting up to look over Daryl's shoulder.

"Thank you, I owe you so much," he says with genuine gratitude.

"Yea, yea," I shrug him off," I expect a lot for this, got it?"

"Absolutely, I'll buy lunch for a week- no! A month," he smiles, patting me on the back as he steps out," Good luck."

I watch him walk into the main room, rounding his desk and flopping into his chair with a sigh. The urge to draw this out is strong, but it may start up the man's whimpering again. I bite back my pride and look at the wolfman.

"Hello, Yogi," I tease. He doesn't get the reference, just looking me over with his tail thumping against the bed. I walk over, stopping just out of reach. Despite that fact, he still tries to sit up and grab for me. I take a step back, just in case.

"you grab me again and I'll leave," I threaten. He drops his arms with a frown, ear flicking as he chuffs. I grab a chair and sit in the middle of the room. "I'm only staying for a little so you don't drive Daryl into mass murder, try to get some sleep," I suggest. He pouts, glaring at me with his arms crossed. I quirk a brow, nearly bored with all of this.

"Come," he growls, patting the bed with his tail.

"No," I say with a questioning tone. He nods, unfolding his arms to pat the bed. "no," I scoff, saying it with more confidence. He growls, sitting up straight. "You can try to look threatening all you want but I'm not going to lay in bed with you. Besides, I think I can outrun you so the growling and snarling aren't going to intimidate me into action," I lounge further in my seat, bouncing my heel on the floor.

He pouts some more, turning away with another flick of his ear. It's almost cute to see such a powerful beast resort to behaving like a child. The question rolls around my head though.

"Why do you want me there anyway? Most people don't just jump into bed with whoever saves their leg from a bear trap," I ask. He snaps his head to me.

He shrugs," Mine."

"Mine?"

He nods.

"What is yours?"

He points to me.

"No, I'm not yours. Try again," I answer. He shrugs, grinning slightly to himself like what I said was some sort of joke. "I'm not yours, I'm not anyone's," I say louder. He looks me up and down, still grinning as he does. The self-certain look picks at my nerves enough for me to stand and walk to the door. I'm not going to hang around some misogynistic werewolf who thinks he can just stake claims on people without putting in the work.

As I near the door he begins his whimpering again. I twist around watching him try to crawl out of the bed after me. He manages to get both legs on the floor, attempting to stand before falling hard onto the ground. My heart squeezes at the pitiful sight, the helpless look in his eyes. Without much thought I rush to him, helping him stand and getting him onto the bed.

"Jesus, why do you keep trying to mess up your leg more," I scold. He can't seem to care, his tail wagging as he tries to tug me onto his bed. "No," I shout, pushing away," we aren't doing this again!" he scratches at my coat as he pulls me onto the bed. I twist out of my jacket but he snatches my shirt instead. Managing to get me on the sheets, he curls around me, his tail thumping behind him as he sniffs at my hair.

He snorts as he withdraws," clean," he says with disgust. Before I can ask he once again lathers me in his spit. I wince, trying to wiggle away.

"No, stop it," I push at his chest," I just took a shower."

Try as I might he doesn't stop his tongue bath. Too tired from the day I finally cave, letting him do as he wishes.

It's over pretty soon, though I find myself willing to fall asleep. I try again to get away but he holds firm, arching around me to frame his body around mine.

"Why are you doing this," I grumble. He traces his nose around my hairline, giving small kisses to my eyebrows and cheek.

"Mine," he purrs.

"Why," I ask.

He shrugs, cozying himself before shutting his eyes.

"Why," I ask again louder.

"Don't know," he growls," just are."

"How do you not know, you're the one who said it but you don't know why you said it," I scoff, pushing against him to meet his eyes. He huffs, glaring down at me for preventing him from sleeping.

"Mate," he says," you mate, my mate. Mine. That's it. I want you, you are mine." the frustration comes across clearly.

"So you decided I was your mate after like five minutes," I ask," that's insane, how could you possibly make a choice like that?"

He shrugs," Werewolves different. You are good, pretty, strong. I want."

"I help you out of a bear trap and suddenly I'm 'mate' material? So if anyone else helped you, would you try to make them your mate?"

He snarls," No."

"Why not?"

He hugs me closer," You are one and only. Mine, only mine. Me, only yours."

I sigh, feeling like we are talking in circles. It's too late at night to bother with this, it's giving me a headache.

"Whatever," I grumble," will you let me go sometime soon?"

He chuckles, shutting his eyes once again. He presses my head towards his chest, humming while he pets my back.

The morning comes surprisingly quick. It felt like mere moments ago that I rested my eyes. I wake with my cheek resting upon a man's chest. A groan bubbles up my throat but I pinch it quiet, noticing the opportunity to escape. Slowly I slide away from him and twist off the bed. I bend my knees as I land on the floor, keeping the noise to a minimum. With the power of success, I rush to the door before checking that I didn't wake the man.

I'm startled by his appearance, but not surprised. He has forgone his beastly looks for a typical human form. His black hair is sprawled out on the pillow, wavy and unkempt. Scraggly bits of hair are on his chin and cheeks, poorly shaven. With a decent shower and a good haircut, he could pass for an attractive man, though he could use some extra food in his diet. He is rather skinny.

Admiring the man with a not completely off-put enjoyment I hardly notice eyes appraising me. It startles me when I look at his face to meet his cocky smile. I scoff, ready to march out the door.

"Should have ran when I had the chance," I huff.

"Wouldn't suggest it," he teases, grinning like a fool.

"Don't know, I still think I can outrun you," I tease back, scolding myself for even adding any playful banter to our relationship.

Without an answer, he bounces his brows with an arrogant grin. He throws the blanket off his legs, sits up, and twists his body out of bed. He steps smoothly onto his feet, not even wincing as he does. I dubiously look at his injury, still seeing the bandage wrapped around his ankle. It doesn't seem like it fazes him that he is supposed to be hurt. Also, it doesn't faze him that he is nude.

I meet his eyes, feeling dread pour down to my stomach. His posture stiffens, a smile pealing up his cheeks. Tension fills the room as my body readies for something to happen. I watch him, weirdly ready to move at a moment's notice. With a chuckle, he takes a hurried step forward. At the cue I bolt down the hall, aiming for the door.

I rush past Daryl sitting at his desk, hearing the wolfman pad down the hall after me. Grabbing my key off the hook I rush out the door to my car. I unlock it, getting jittery as I hear him slam against the door. I reach for the car door mumbling under my breath as weird excitement courses up my spine. As I jerk the handle it's pulled from my hand as the door is slammed closed. A body traps me against my car, forcing my stomach onto the cold metal.

Hot breath ghosts over my neck," what was all that about outrunning me?"

"I said I think I can outrun you, clearly I thought wrong," I grumble. He chuckles, lowering his head to kiss my cheek.

"Caught you, again," he teasingly takes a nibble on my jaw," you going to submit like last night or do I have to drag you back?"

"I liked you better when you could barely talk," I try to shove off from my car. He forces his chest closer to my back, properly pinning me to my car. His tongue laps at my neck, trailing up to my cheek. He presses a sweet kiss to my skin, brushing his nose under my eye while he grabs my chin. Twisting me towards himself he bumps his nose to mine. My stomach flutters with nerves, my lips parting in traitorous anticipation.

"Sir, I'm just going to ask you once to take a couple steps back from my ranger," Daryl says, his voice deep and threatening. I rarely hear that tone from him, only used on the worst of defilers in the woods.

The wolfman looks over his shoulder to Daryl. A low growl starts in his chest, vibrating against my back as it ramps in volume. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his fingers elongate, claws leading to a point. I watch him flex his fingers, digging his nails into my car. I nearly shout at him, momentarily distracted by his arm snaking around my waist. I look over at the wolf man and Daryl, annoyed at the situation already.

"Just because you found your mate doesn't mean you get to chase her down and harass her," Daryl crosses his arms," now stop being a moron and get back inside."

The wolfman can hardly pay Daryl's reasonable request any mind, too focused on some stupid animal instincts now. He snarls, baring his teeth at Daryl while holding me close. Daryl rolls his eyes, taking a step down the stairs. The man takes a step back, growling loud and pinning his ears.

"Oi," someone shouts close by," knock it off." a hand thunks the man on the head, distracting him. Beside us stands another ranger I've worked with since I first started here. Lily is a rather large woman of the mystical variety, her father being a werewolf like the man here. She hasn't inherited any of the shifting features involved with a union of a human mother and a werewolf father. Though her younger sister has.

The man looks at Lily confused, rubbing the back of his head with a huff. While he is distracted I worm out his arms and greet Lily properly before standing on the steps with Daryl.

Lily grabs the poor pup before he can lunge after me, snatching the scruff of his neck. She throws a friendly arm over his shoulder, holding him firmly beside herself.

"Ello, dear, what has gotten you all in a tizzy," she asks with a gleaming smile. The man ignores her, too busy trying to worm out of her hold. The sight makes me chuckle, enjoying how the situation has turned. Lily slaps a hand onto his neck once again, digging her fingers in till he bunches his shoulders.

"Mate," he grunts, finally answering.

"Mate," she asks, tossing a glance at me," Ms. Alani over there is your mate?"

He chuffs, nodding his head once.

"Well joyous day," she releases him, clapping him on the back instead," congrats brother on finding your dearest. Perhaps a word from the wise, don't go chasing the poor lady around the woods. It doesn't go over well for respectable women like her."

He grunts, finally looking at Lily with something other than irritation. She claps him on the back once more before dragging him towards Daryl and me.

"I'm Lillian by the way, Lily for short," she grabs his hand and shakes it. Daryl and I walk on ahead, still keeping an ear on the conversation behind us.

"Finley," he answers.

"Nice to meet you Finley, don't mind if I call you Finn?"

"Don't," Finley growls.

"So tell me, Finn," she trots on inside," why do you have the manners of a twelve-year-old?" I snort, chuckling as I pass the two a glance. Heading towards the makeshift kitchen I start up a fresh pot, grabbing a cookie from the cabinet. I lounge against the counter, watching Lily and Finley talk. They look friendly enough towards each other, almost like siblings though there is no relation.

The two bicker back and forth, Finley slowly fading back to human shape. Lily teases, tossing him her jacket to cover up. She catches me watching and passes me a wink as she keeps the man distracted. I take the opportunity to sneak away and grab some spare clothes from an emergency bag I keep around.

As I straighten my shirt I hear someone shout my name. I step out of the bathroom and head into the main room, greeted by a shifted Finley. He tugs me into a hug, his tail wagging behind himself. I awkwardly pat his back, looking over to Lily to translate any of the weirdness I've been dealing with for nearly a full day.

She shrugs," He missed you."

"Alright," I push him off," we gotta talk about this." I walk to the center of the room, arms crossed. Looking to Finley I point to the couch," Sit." he does as he told, Lily snickering to his right.

I open my mouth, to begin with the rampage of questions, glad for Lily's presence to add some sort of sense to all this. Before I can, I look at Finley, inspecting his short muzzle and erect ears.

"Can you, uh, switch back. I can't play charades with you through this," I ask. His ear flicks as he looks from me to Lily and back.

"can't," he fidgets.

"he's tense," Lily clarifies.

"Tense," I ask, "you're telling me about tense? I've been on this train of werewolf for about 20hrs now. I'm tense as fuck."

Lily shrugs, "Aye, but he is tense too. Just go on with ya question, dear. He ain't got ahold of his skills."

"Yea. What's that all about," I ask, gesturing to Finley, "He has been a fine line between wild and educated."

Lily shrugs again, looking over at him. She reaches out and flicks his ear. Finley jumps before baring his teeth at her. She just smirks.

"Gotta ask him," she answers.

"Ok," I turn to Finley, "What's with all this?"

It's Finley's turn to shrug. How helpful.

"What's your story? Where do you live? What do you want? What do you want from me," I list off all my questions. He doesn't get much of anything, deciding to zone out and look around the room. I take an angry breath.

"Give him a moment, he isn't typical," Lily defends.

"Damn straight he isn't typical," I fold my arms and sneer at him," the beast had me pinned to him all night without a care of the word 'no'."

Lily can't help but laugh, "to be fair even an everyday werewolf would do that. A mate won't hurt you but they are pushy as hell. My mother had a hell of a time one night when she had been harassed on the way back from work. My father wouldn't let her have an ounce of peace. It was a hoot for us kids to watch."

I roll my eyes," I can't find myself to be laughing at the moment. How do I cancel this? Or what's a better word? Break this mate thing?"

Lily and Finley went sober at the question, both glaring at me.

"What," I ask. Lily puts a kind hand on Finley before answering.

"You best not be speaking like that less you want the gods to hear you. This is a gift, Alani, there is no breaking once it has been done. And trust me, you don't want it broken. Not everyone gets blessed like this and you are speaking crazy. I'll give you a pass as you don't know what you have been given," she turns to Finley," she is an outsider. Please don't let this get to you."

I feel like a definite outsider now as the two share a moment. Why couldn't they have been paired off like this? I don't want to babysit- or be babysat by- this werewolf playing Tarzan. I can admit when he is human he is fairly handsome but not particularly my type. For starters, he is a werewolf. I don't want all that! Like, how do we even...you know? I've heard things from the grapevine and that sends a shiver of disgust down my spine.

I sigh," Can we just start at the beginning? Like who are you, where do you live?"

He shrugs, pointing out to the woods as an answer. We all look out the window, not completely grasping the reply.

"The woods," Daryl asks," we don't have any houses out there except some rentable cabins."

"Unless you live in the woods," Lily answers. Finley nods.

"You live in the woods," I ask," are you camping? Or going for an off-the-grid kind of thing?"

He shakes his head.

"ok, have you ever lived in a house," Lily asks?

He shrugs in a non-answer," House with Mom. Mom leave. No house."

"What," I startle at the answer. His mother left him?

"When was this," Lily asks, beating me to it.

He thinks for a moment," 14."

"years ago or...," I try to clarify.

"I 14," he answers. Lily and I tense at his words. He was alone since he was 14.

Lily turns to me," That would have been when he started shifting if he was a late bloomer."

My heart breaks at the implication. Was his mother a werewolf too? Was she human with her mate missing? A wave of protectiveness goes over me at the idea of my werewolf being left to fend for himself.

My werewolf?

Lily crouches beside Finley, he tenses a bit, jumping when she puts a comforting hand on him. "Why did she leave you, do you remember?"

He thinks for a moment, looking at me with a whine. He retreats into himself. Lily pets his back, to my discomfort. I draw closer, crouching in front of him. He sits straighter, watching me with a small wag of his tail.

"Why did she leave you," I ask softly. He whines again.

"Runt," he snarls out the word. Lily gasps, leaving me alone in the confusion.

I look at Lily," what does that mean?"

Lily snarls to herself," It means his mother didn't want a weaker offspring. She was a werewolf like him and probably had a few other kids. Disgusting. Not acceptable today. "

"Oh," I answer. The nuance is lost on me about how taboo this is but I know abandoning a child is downright wrong. My heart twists at the idea of him returning home and not seeing anyone around. A small child returning from school to his cabin in the woods just to find everything packed up and empty. My heart breaks a little and I can't help but reach up and hug him. He takes hold quickly, holding me like a lifeline. I pet his back, surprised when his fur retreats.

Finley pushes me back to look me in the eyes," Don't get it twisted, I'm still very capable to handle you, mate."

Well, that moment is over I guess. I huff, halfheartedly pushing away from him.

"You seem to have taken care of yourself enough," I stand," you made it this far without any of us knowing you were living in our park."

He sits back smug in his seat," Doesn't take much, humans are stupid."

Daryl and I resent that remark," Hey! Lily is half-werewolf."

Lily slaps the back of his head for the second time today," And you have a mate who is a human, you idiot."

He pouts," Most humans are stupid," he grumbles.

Before any of us can get a word out in regards to our demoted rank in the species list the door opens. In steps Gavin, all smiles and holding a box of donuts.

"Good morning everyone, I brought-," he stops as he looks up. In a sequence of events several things happen. Gavin notices a very naked man sitting in a chair. Finley notices a very familiar man standing too close to his mate. I notice a box of donuts, and Lily also notices a box of donuts. Daryl is worried about explaining the naked man.

Finley growls as his body forms into a beast. Gavin panics, dropping the donuts as he reaches into his jacket. I panic between the two freaked-out men. Daryl hustles over to Gavin, entrapping him into a bear hug before he can remove his side piece from his holster.

"A werewolf," Gavin shouts as he tries to wrestle Daryl off.

"You," Finley growls. He tries to lunge towards Gavin and Daryl but Lily catches him in the chest. Knocking the wind out of him as he is pushed back into the couch.

"Good god, Lily," I have half a mind to pay attention to anything else. Lily just slammed a werewolf into a couch. Don't get on her bad side, I guess.

She shrugs," He malnourished, it doesn't count," Finley wheezes," Sorry, dear."

We both focus back onto Gavin who is basically frothing at the mouth at the sight of Finley. Though werewolves are fairly known, a lot of people don't really run into them. The only one I know is Lily's family, outside of that I haven't ever casually run into them. Though I'd never know as they are generally human most of their life.

"Alani, run," Gavin calls out. I could almost laugh at such an obscene demand if it wasn't for Finley getting his second wind. He charges for me, catching me in a big bear hug. He lifts me, swinging me away from Gavin. Rushing me behind the couch like he was trying to guard me from shrapnel.

"What is happening," I ask utterly confused at this wild morning. I'm set down on the floor before Finley jumps the couch and charges at Gavin. He ducks Lily's attack and Daryl knows better. Gavin left to himself is tackled by the werewolf. Finley claws at Gavin, tearing his shirt and leaving bleeding lines across his chest. Lily and Daryl grab ahold and throw Finley to the floor. Gavin gains some level of self-control and rushes out the door. I'm peaking over the couch at all this mayhem.

What has my peaceful week become?

I round the couch as Lily is sitting on Finley who is wiggling and trying his darndest to run outside after Gavin. I'm over this already, crouching down to meet his eyes.

"Watcha doing," I ask all coy. He doesn't answer, instead growling up a storm. Teeth bared, ears pinned back. Oh yea, he is pissed. " you know I can't understand you like this," I cock my head to the side. He finds some calm, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes. He manages to wiggle an arm out from under himself and grabs my arm. Pulling me forward a bit he cuddles up to my hand. I roll my eyes, whatever at this point.

Once he is no longer thrashing and Gavin is nowhere in sight, Lily gets off him. I find myself utterly amused at the sight. They have known each other for a day and are already like siblings.

"Ok, mind telling us what that was all about," Lily scolds. Finley remains on the floor, huffing as an answer. I pull away from him to his dismay, and relax on the couch. I'm ready for a nap.

"He bad," Finley whines," Lust too."

"Excuse me," I pick my head up from resting it on the back of the couch," You were lusting?"

Finley sneers at the word," No. He lust you."

"Good god," I shout," can you be human for a minute so we can make sense?"

Finley rolls his eyes, getting off the floor and flopping onto the couch. He rests his head on my lap, turning his nose to my stomach. I look to Lily for some help.

"Just pet him, he will be fine in a minute. He doesn't know how to shift like typical werewolves," Lily answers as she heads to the kitchen. Daryl is just as done as I am with the day, heading over to his desk to sit.

I reluctantly pet his fur, wishing I could give him a bath. Slowly he begins to calm down, relax and shift. His fur retreats and there is a slight popping as his limbs go back.

"Ew," I mumble as I can feel it just under his skin. In just a moment he is back to the skinny hairy man.

"OK, now use your words," I say like a school teacher. Finley flops onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with a frown.

He looks at me," He wants you and I don't like that."

His pout is almost cute.

I scoff," Gavin doesn't- well probably- I mean he is- ok! Doesn't mean you have to kill the man over it!"

Lily chimes in from the kitchen," Sort of does."

"No, it doesn't! There are laws," I shout back. Werewolves are weird.

"He tried to kill me first," Finley pouts. Everyone stops what they are doing to pay attention now.

"Gavin tried to kill you," Daryl asks. Finley turns to my stomach again in a deeper pout.

"He set the metal thing," Finley grumbles.

"Metal thing," I ask, then it clicks," The bear trap?"

Finley nods and we are all shocked at the news. Gavin is our hunter? But he is just the guy who comes in to flirt and go for an early morning nature walks with a full backpa- ok I can see it now.

"Damn it," I shout, startling Finley," That motherfucker!"

I stand, Finley just barely sitting up to not be thrown to the floor. A surprising amount of rage overtakes my body. I can't say this has ever happened before. I charge to the back, grabbing the rifle we keep in a cabinet. What am I doing? I stomp back into the main room, startling everyone with my new item.

"Whoa," Lily jumps to action.

"Hey now," Daryl jumps as well. They try to stop me as I'm marching out onto the porch to look for that son of a bitch. I barely see Finley watching with a satisfied grin. Deal with him later. I have to fuck up that damn bastard for daring to hunt in my park. MY park. Hurt my werewolf. MY werewolf. MINE...oh this is new.

"What's your plan, Alani," Lily asks.

"You aren't going to just go shoot someone over this, are you," Daryl asks.

I scoff," Of course I'm not going to shoot him!" I continue charging ahead with the ranger crew in tow. Finley waits on the porch.

"Oh thank god," Daryl says.

"I'm just going to break his legs," I answer as I twist the gun around to wield it as a bat. I spot Gavin ahead on the trail leading into Little Bear Loop. I can almost see blood, besides the bit bleeding through his new shirt. He is happy to see me at first until he gets the whole picture. The crew tries to stop me but I'm running now. Gavin tries to back up but trips over the uneven path.

"You have been setting traps in MY park," I shout, now standing over him," hurt MY werewolf?"

"Your werewolf," Lily teases.

I snarl at her," Not the time!" My focus is back on Gavin who is still trying to crawl away. I catch up to him quickly enough and jab the butt of the rifle into his stomach. He wheezes and rolls to his side. I catch my foot into the crook of his elbow and flip his on his back.

Daryl tries to stop me but Lily stops him with a serious shake of her head. "I wouldn't if I were you," she says to Daryl. He steps back.

"Have you been messing with my woods," I ask sternly.

Gavin coughs," No, why would I-"

I hit him again with the gun," Don't lie to me now. Finley said you are the one mucking up my forest."

"He's an animal! Don't listen to him," Gavin tries to convince. That just pisses me off more. I wanted to hear him say it but this intolerance has pushed me to the point of not being interested in his words. He comes into MY forest and hurts MY mate, that won't do at all.

Where is this all coming from?

I press my boot onto Gavin's chest, sneering down at the pig. "I need cuffs," I say to the two behind me. They both peak up, looking between each other confused.

"We don't have cuffs, we have zip-ties though," Daryl answers.

"Same difference," I say. I hear Daryl run off, leaving me with a smiling Lily.

"How ya feeling, dear," She asks, seemingly already knowing the answer. I turn to look at her, and Gavin squirms under my foot. Stealing my attention back I lean more into his chest. His wounds bleed through his shirt again.

"Worm," I snarl at him.

"Why are you doing this," Gavin whines," that beast doesn't know anything!"

"knows more than you right now," Lily answers," I recommend ya shut ya gob before Alani here forgoes her 'no using the gun like a gun' rule. She is very persuadable currently."

"What," I ask," Persuadable?"

Lily waves me away," I'll tell you later."

Daryl returns with the zip-ties, helping me twist Gavin over to attach them.

"I've already called in the police," Daryl says," They should be here any minute. I can sit with him if you like."

I leave Gavin and Daryl, feeling rather invigorated. I feel a lot of things at this moment. Most of all I feel excited.

Lily and I walk back to the cabin, Lily stops a bit before the entrance to my dismay. Though I can't say why.

"Hey, I need to talk to you for a second," Lily begins. I turn to her, already bouncing on my feet.

"Yea, what's up?" Lily is smirking all-knowingly," What?"

She laughs," There is one thing you should know about being around a werewolf, specifically your mate. Not to give you the birds and the bees talk, heavens be I'd rather not, but you are going to be very excited to see Finley in a moment."

"What," I say confused," Why would I be excited to see him?" That was already a lie, I'm suddenly very excited to see him. I'm excited about a lot of things right now. Everything is so bright and amazing. The trees smell wonderful and I feel great.

"Lass, you are practically vibrating right now. My mother went through the same thing, it's completely normal. But I have to warn you, as your friend, you may want to go take a run real quick. Maybe clear your head for a second," she fights back a laugh at the whole conversation.

"Ugh, just spit it out already," I say, at my wit's end being so still.

"You asked for it," she mumbles," Ya right horny for Finley, when you see him it's going to be the starting pistol. It's a whole wolf thing that has a bunch of scientific mumbo jumbo which boils down to, ya get horny for your man. It calms down after a day or so. But heaven knows it's a drug while ya have it!"

I want to dispute her, to absolutely deny whatever she just said but God I feel wonderful. I should just go inside, I don't want to be with Finley. I mean we barely know each other. This is stupid.

"Ridiculous," I scoff," there's no way that's what happening. I just got that adrenaline from beating up on Gavin and making my park a little better."

I turn to walk into the cabin but the first step is uncertain. The door is a center point of a war in my head. To go in means certainty, to avoid it means...

"Ya feeling so sure now, love," Lily asks.

"Uhh," I take a step back," I think I'll take a walk, check for more traps."

Lily laughs," I'm sure."

Lily heads inside while I use this newfound energy to take up running. I run for what seems like forever, I don't get tired, I don't get winded. Though I'm sweating up a storm. After a bit, I begin to get hungry. Turning back to the cabin I become extremely hungry. I run back, bouncing to the porch before I see the door again. The war starts anew.

Instead of going in, I head to my car, put in the handle code, and grab for my walkie I keep in there.

"Lily," I call," Are you there?"

"Hello," she purrs," Getting tired?"

That know-it-all...

"Uh, no, just hungry," I answer," very hungry."

"I'm sure," I can hear that damn smile over the line, " I'll send Finley out with some food."

I nearly choke," Don't you dare!"

"Why not? He would be so eager to help," she teases. Sweat drips down my back, the humid evening air setting in. My body is at war at the idea of seeing Finley again. I know deep down I'm just wasting time, and even deeper down that I really want him to come out. Perhaps this whole mate thing is inevitable. Ineffable, if Lily had any say in it.

God, I want him so bad.

Before I can make a choice Finley is standing on the porch. My body nearly shuts down at the sight. Nude, the man slowly turning into a beast, hungry, hard, needy. Oh my. He takes a step and my body goes from a gooey mess to tight as steel.

"Don't," he growls as if reading my mind. He takes another step and I'm off like a jet.

I have a great big smile as I run through the woods away from Finley. I can hear him behind me, the leaves and twigs snapping and cracking under his weight. It's such a thrill to be chased like this, something I never thought would be. Damn werewolf magic. Though at this moment I couldn't care less about werewolf magic.

Finley gains on me, easily able to catch up but drawing out the chase. I feel all tingly inside, definitely wet. I wonder if he can smell it. I wonder if he is hard. I wonder what's going to happen when he catches me! I speed up to the best of my abilities, though it means nothing. The chase ends when he wants it to end.

I round off the trail into the woods. I can only imagine what this looks like to anyone camping nearby. A woman is being chased by some beast. Horror for some, is a smutty novel for me. I run past trees, over fallen branches, and through creeks. What a thrill! I only hope it can end soon though, I'm absolutely throbbing in my pants.

We near a cabin, my gut telling me to go in there. I take the porch steps two at a time and slam into the door. It flies open, banging against the wall. I stumble in, finding myself in a well-kept cabin that is clearly lived in. I forget my past activity and look around. This isn't one of ours.

Finley is behind me in a second, holding me against his chest. He wastes no time nibbling and licking up my neck. He palms at my clothed breast, rubbing a finger over my hard nipple.

"What is this place," I ask as I let my head lull to his shoulder.

"My place," He grumbles before guiding me to the floor. His place? I thought he said he doesn't live in a house anymore.

He covers my back as he directs me to my hands and knees. His arm snakes around my middle, pressing my ass into his crotch. Oh, that's nice. I'll solve the mystery of his living arrangements in a minute. Little distracted. I grind into him.

"Mine," He growls as he fumbles with my pants. I would laugh if I wasn't so damn turned on. He doesn't bother with any intricate maneuvers, instead ripping and sending the button flying. The zipper gives way and even tears down. I can't control my eager heart. His hand buries into my pants, fingers finding my aching clit. I choke on the moan ripping its way through my throat. It both hurt and absolutely laid me out with pleasure. My hand slips and I fall face down ass up.

"ugh," I grumble as I turn into my arm. He doesn't even bother with foreplay, is so long gone at this point, and begins trying to stretch me for him. His long fingers dive into my soaked pussy, scissoring. I grind into his palm which barely touches the one spot I need. I'm seconds away from begging before he takes his hand away in favor of ripping my pants.

If I had half a mind I'd be yelling about these pants. Too bad I don't have anything resembling a mind right now because his cock is slapping my ass.

"Ah," I whimper. He is over me again, his hairy chest tickling. He holds me tight as he guides his cock into me. I hiccup at the utter fullness I feel. Yes...

I am too lost to even care about anything else but being absolutely fucked. It seems he carries the same mentality. He begins with an abusive pace, his hips slapping against my ass. His growls are near my ear, I can even feel drool falling down onto my arms and shoulder. I sneak a view under me, resting my head fully on my arm. His balls swing to and fro. Why is that so hot? I shutter on the next back-breaking thrust, clenching up around him to get every inch of friction.

Finley growls, adjusting himself to have my legs between his. The slightly new position makes him snarl. Everything about him is driving me crazy with want. His hairy body rubbing against my sweaty one. The way his nails dig into my side as he holds me still to fuck into. Even the way he drools as he is utterly engaged with my pussy. I'm a wreck as my pleasure rises and rises, just a little more. I hear a crunching sound in front of me. I look up to see Finley scratching grooves into the wood floor. For some reason that puts me where I need to be. Just the idea of him absolutely tortured like I am.

I cum, biting into my arm as I watch his nails embedded into the floor. I'm utterly dizzy, absent even. I'm only even on my knees still because Finley is holding me so tightly. I'm trapped in the loop of pleasure as he gets his fill, me milking him as I ride this incredible orgasm. A thought though enters my mind without any prompt.

What's that thing I heard from the grapevine?

Before I can think harder a very thick piece is hitting the already sensitive walls of my pussy. With a guttural groan, it's pushed into me. I bite harder onto my arm, a few tears building at the edge of my eyes. Finley grabs my arm, tearing it from my mouth and setting his in its place. Alright then, I grab his arm and bite onto that. I hardly notice all the hair in my mouth but very much so notice the incredibly thick piece inside me. His thrusts have slowed to a restricted wiggle. He huffs, barely getting a breath before he is clamping onto my clothed shoulder. He chops down hard enough for the skin to not even be a proper barrier. I do the same to his arm. A heat fills me and I'm just in bliss.

We are trapped in this limbo for a moment. His cock barely moves as he wiggles for any more friction, I find myself doing the same. When he can no longer hold us both up he collapses to the side, hitting the hardwood with a loud thunk. I spit out his arm but he can't seem to let go of my shoulder. I'll just give you a minute.

I come down from it all a little faster than Finley, taking the time to look around at the cabin. There is a couch- wish we used that instead of this hard floor- and a coffee table. I have to work to see the kitchen just near the front door. I wiggle a bit to see any more of the room to Finley's dismay.

"Stop," he grumbles finally letting go of my now sore shoulder.

"Sorry," I whisper to him. Though I can't think why I should apologize. I didn't get stuck in him. Stuck? I seem to come back to myself at that moment. The sex brain fades to nothing. I look down at myself and then try to look over at Finley. He growls again as I wiggle about.

"Stop," he says louder. I ignore him, testing out my range. He pulls painfully at my crotch, and we both wince.

"Alani," He shouts," Stop moving."

"What is all this," I gesture to us," What is happening?"

"Sex," he says offended.

"No shit," I snap back," Why is it still going though?"

He grumbles in answer so I wiggle some more. He growls, throwing me onto my stomach with him closely behind. He settles his weight on me and keeps an arm below me to curl my body against him. His free hand takes it upon itself to rip my shirt. I haven't a clue how I'm getting back home now.

"You owe me clothes, dick, " I complain. He ignores me, letting the torn shirt fall to the ground. He reaches up and slides my bra strap aside. I wince as it angers my new open wound. His tongue laps at the mark he left, and I shudder. My pussy flutters around him as he cleans me. I'm both disgusted and euphoric about all that.

"What are you doing," I nearly whisper.

"Cleaning," he answers. Well no shit, I think.

"Why," I ask. He just hums, pleased with himself. I guess I have some embarrassing questions for Lily.

Finley settles into a comfortable position, leaving me to look around once again. "Whose place is this?"

He hums, "Mine."

"I thought you didn't have a place since your mom left," I answer back.

He shrugs," Sometimes mine."

"Sometimes yours, ok. I guess we will talk about that later. Another pin on the board," I mime putting a pin on a board.

I never thought sex with a werewolf would be so boring. I imagine it's been maybe 30 minutes and I've already counted everything I can see. When is this dude going to deflate? My ribs are starting to hurt being laid on like this.

"When is this all done? I really need to head back, it's already dark," I ask over my shoulder.

"Already done," he answers. Already done? I wiggle around not feeling much of anything. He is still in me but just barely.

"Are you cock warming," I say as I wiggle. He holds tightly, that damn beast.

"Stop," he growls.

"For what? We are done, why are we still here?"

"Cuddle," he answers simply. I scoff, freeing myself from under him to finally stretch. I shiver at the shifting fluids in me. Bleh.

"I need to get back and let the crew know I'm alive," I say as my shoulder pops. I groan as I stretch my back. God that feels great. I crack my fingers and I'm ready to take on a bear.

"No stay," he asks as he rolls onto his back.

"I have work, and as far as I know this isn't really your place. Trespassing like a bunch of teens snogging in the woods," I say as I look around for anything to wear. I find a blanket to wear as a toga. I wince as I stretch my shoulder to pull the blanket from behind

"My place," he thuds his chest," our place."

"Whatever, I gotta go," I tidy myself and head to the door. Finley keeps himself where he is, all hairy and content.

I walk alone in the woods back to a familiar trail. I follow it until the building shows up. I take the walk of shame up the porch and into work. I see Lily at her desk, turning in her chair with a smug look.

"Not a word," I snap. She barks a laugh.

I stomp past her to grab some proper clothes from my bag. I debate showering here, the hot water doesn't work but I am covered in filth. The cum dries to my leg and that settles it. I take a quick shower and put on mostly clean clothes.

I walk back out into the main room and fall face-first onto the couch, utterly exhausted.

"So how'd it go," Lily ask with a shit-eating grin. I glare at her but give up. I twist onto my back and look at the ceiling.

"What was any of that," I begin," like magic is all like 'horny time' and we are running through the woods like some sexually primed fae ready for a good fuck. Then he is all growls and claws."

"Sounds about right, " Lily says.

"Then," I shout as I sit upright," you didn't warn me about the locking."

Lily is in fits of laughter as I rant on and on about tonight.

"Also! He lives in a cabin in the woods but just doesn't use it," I throw my hands around in confusion," like?"

"He is a lost cause but he is your lost cause now," she says.

"Oh and the biting! What was that," I shout," it fuckin hurt as did the locking. I feel all gross about it all, embarrassed."

Lily scoffs," No need to be embarrassed, ya dork. You two are going to be a very strong match. Just give him a chance and it will work out. But as for the biting, that's just nature. No way that wasn't going to happen."

I huff, shaking my head," I need a drink."

I get up to grab the hidden bottle in the back, ready to just be piss drunk tonight. Nothing makes sense, cheers.

The front door opens and a very pleased Finley walks in. Human and naked.

"Not an inch of modesty, lover boy," Lily teases.

"Then grab me some clothes," he answers. While I'm back here I grab one of Daryl's pants and meet Finley at the front.

"Here," I toss him the pants. He lights up at the sight of me, already taking steps forward. "Nuh-uh," I stop him," pants first."

He rolls his eyes but begins the pants process. I fall onto the couch and take a swig of the burning liquor. Needs to be watered down, but do I care enough? I take another mouthful. Finley falls on the couch beside me, cuddling up with his scraggly beard. Lily laughs at my deadpan look ahead.

"So Lily," I take another drink," what now?"

"Happily ever after," she suggests.

I ponder the idea for a moment, looking over at lover boy. If he cleaned up he would honestly be so attractive. He could be a great help here in the park, perhaps another ranger. Could clean up 'his' cabin and bum out of there for a bit. All I know is he needs a shower and a shave.

"If I must," I answer Lily. Finley snuggles closer, content as can be.

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Hello! This is the last story for my October run. I hope you enjoyed them, it's hard to write around a job. Though I continue to have ideas, I just can't set aside 5 hours to write them. So I collected the ones I could finish and released them together for Spooky Month!

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