of
them, skirting their movements as she headed toward the bay. The thought of her
making it to the water scared him. In her weakened state, if she tried to swim
the rough waters she would drown. That fueled the fear in him, and he moved
faster.
Dante crossed
the small river after hearing the howls from the patrol. They had something
cornered, and his fear was that it was indeed Anya. Dante raced into the orchard
and saw several of his pack members had encircled two forms lying in the grass.
The unmistakable smell of a female in heat saturated the air as did the musky
scent of the males trying to dominate her. The yelping from the little female
sounded terrible, and he knew one of them had her as he raced closer and saw a
male on her back. Anya wasn’t being receptive, but the young wolf didn’t seem
to care as he bit her hard, causing another series of painful yelps to echo
over the field.
Rage flooded
over him as his wolf reared ahead and he lunged at the younger wolf attempting
to mate what he had already decided was his. Dante threw all his bulk at the
young male on top of the white wolf, snarled and sank his teeth deep into his
shoulder as he bulldozed him off her. With a hard shake of his head, he tossed
the younger male onto the ground and took a protective stance over the injured
female. Three of the others immediately backed off at the sight of their alpha.
Two snarled and growled a challenge for the female under him.
The first one to
make an attack found out in a hurry it was a bad idea as Dante tore into his
hind leg and forced the male down. He knocked the younger male onto his back
and sank his teeth just enough into his throat to let him know he meant
business. The challenger whimpered his defeat, and Dante released him. The
second one who had challenged him had a prompt change of heart at seeing his
pack mate taken down so quickly.
With a deep
throaty growl, he warned them off, and the five fled out of his line of sight.
He arched his head back, howling his right to mate across the island for
everyone to hear. Dante turned to look at the small delicate female as she
struggled to stand, he smelled the blood. Her tail was still tucked in under
her belly. The young male had not been successful in his attempt to mate her.
Cautiously he
approached her. He whimpered and tried to lick her face. She moved her head higher,
but it only gave him more room to wash her. She didn’t growl so he licked the
side of her neck, cleaning the wound left by the teeth of the other male. She shook
and her hind end went down, and she yelped in pain again. Dante sniffed her
neck, her fur moving from his breath as he smelled her. Slowly he bathed her
with his tongue, washing her many wounds, making sure they were clean. She laid
still for him to do so, her tail going lax behind her and moving to one side. It
was a sign of submission, telling him she’d mate him. If Dante hadn’t had a
little control his wolf would have tried to mount her.
Instead he nudged
her, trying to get her to stand. She whimpered and nipped his chin. He growled
and nudged her again. This time she tried to stand, but as she did he saw her
hind legs were too feeble to hold her up. They shook, and she flopped back down.
She lay with her head resting on her paws, and he licked her muzzle. He could
tell she was weak. He lay beside her, resting his head over her neck to help
keep her warm.
They laid there
in the field for over an hour before she drifted off to sleep. Her body shifted
to her human form as her wolf lost control in its slumber. Dante rose then and
he shifted as well, scooping her up into his arms. He carried her back to the
settlement in the wee hours of the morning.
* * * *
Anya awoke to
the feeling of a warm body beside her. Her eyes flew open, and she saw Dante
lying next to her. The heat of his naked flesh against her own caused her to
blush.
“Good morning,” he
said as he stared at her.
“Oh my god!” was
all she could say
them, skirting their movements as she headed toward the bay. The thought of her
making it to the water scared him. In her weakened state, if she tried to swim
the rough waters she would drown. That fueled the fear in him, and he moved
faster.
Dante crossed
the small river after hearing the howls from the patrol. They had something
cornered, and his fear was that it was indeed Anya. Dante raced into the orchard
and saw several of his pack members had encircled two forms lying in the grass.
The unmistakable smell of a female in heat saturated the air as did the musky
scent of the males trying to dominate her. The yelping from the little female
sounded terrible, and he knew one of them had her as he raced closer and saw a
male on her back. Anya wasn’t being receptive, but the young wolf didn’t seem
to care as he bit her hard, causing another series of painful yelps to echo
over the field.
Rage flooded
over him as his wolf reared ahead and he lunged at the younger wolf attempting
to mate what he had already decided was his. Dante threw all his bulk at the
young male on top of the white wolf, snarled and sank his teeth deep into his
shoulder as he bulldozed him off her. With a hard shake of his head, he tossed
the younger male onto the ground and took a protective stance over the injured
female. Three of the others immediately backed off at the sight of their alpha.
Two snarled and growled a challenge for the female under him.
The first one to
make an attack found out in a hurry it was a bad idea as Dante tore into his
hind leg and forced the male down. He knocked the younger male onto his back
and sank his teeth just enough into his throat to let him know he meant
business. The challenger whimpered his defeat, and Dante released him. The
second one who had challenged him had a prompt change of heart at seeing his
pack mate taken down so quickly.
With a deep
throaty growl, he warned them off, and the five fled out of his line of sight.
He arched his head back, howling his right to mate across the island for
everyone to hear. Dante turned to look at the small delicate female as she
struggled to stand, he smelled the blood. Her tail was still tucked in under
her belly. The young male had not been successful in his attempt to mate her.
Cautiously he
approached her. He whimpered and tried to lick her face. She moved her head higher,
but it only gave him more room to wash her. She didn’t growl so he licked the
side of her neck, cleaning the wound left by the teeth of the other male. She shook
and her hind end went down, and she yelped in pain again. Dante sniffed her
neck, her fur moving from his breath as he smelled her. Slowly he bathed her
with his tongue, washing her many wounds, making sure they were clean. She laid
still for him to do so, her tail going lax behind her and moving to one side. It
was a sign of submission, telling him she’d mate him. If Dante hadn’t had a
little control his wolf would have tried to mount her.
Instead he nudged
her, trying to get her to stand. She whimpered and nipped his chin. He growled
and nudged her again. This time she tried to stand, but as she did he saw her
hind legs were too feeble to hold her up. They shook, and she flopped back down.
She lay with her head resting on her paws, and he licked her muzzle. He could
tell she was weak. He lay beside her, resting his head over her neck to help
keep her warm.
They laid there
in the field for over an hour before she drifted off to sleep. Her body shifted
to her human form as her wolf lost control in its slumber. Dante rose then and
he shifted as well, scooping her up into his arms. He carried her back to the
settlement in the wee hours of the morning.
* * * *
Anya awoke to
the feeling of a warm body beside her. Her eyes flew open, and she saw Dante
lying next to her. The heat of his naked flesh against her own caused her to
blush.
“Good morning,” he
said as he stared at her.
“Oh my god!” was
all she could say
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