chapter 7

He had to get back to her house before he revealed himself to her.

It was a delicate thing, consorting with human females. He had to be certain of her or he'd never be allowed to bring her into the pack. His Alpha would see to that.

He'd seen the fire in her and he wanted her.

But, he didn't dare leave her alone right now or she'd run.

With a sigh, she turns on her phone and automatically checks for messages.

"Lyssa, you bitch, you hung up on me! I didn't do anything wrong and now you're breaking up with me?"

"I just wanted to talk to you and you won't even answer me?"

"You know what? Fine. I had to picture Angelina every time I was with you just so I could get off."

"You fucking cunt, I could get three better girls than you!"

"Go fuck yourself!"

Emmat could easily hear Ronnie's tirade.

He watched her face as her eyes closed and tears started to fall.

Damn! Someone else coming, he broke for the trees again.

"Emmat."

A couple comes around the corner, arm in arm.

The woman looks at her. "You alright, darlin'?"

Lyssa sniffs and rubs her nose on the back of her hand before nodding.

"Boyfriend troubles?" Lyssa nods again.

The man looks a bit puzzled, and inhales deeply.

"Find a man who won't make you cry. Or get a good dog."

She kisses her colleague and they both laugh. Now the man is talking. “There must be someone around you who will treat you well. Good luck".

"Get on!" The woman waved her finger and they walked away.

I can't hear it. "who are you?"

"I don't know. I can't smell it. I'll tell Thomas when I get back." Do you think he made her cry?

"I doubt he's here with her her here of her. He probably wouldn't have taken her into our range of hers, especially since she wasn't her converted. It must be her human boyfriend."

"I agree. Well, that's an interesting little mystery."

Shit, what he was afraid of. The two wolves of Ross' pack now know that he has entered their territory without permission.

Randall will get his hide. moved before

He comes out of the bush and licks her hand. He takes a few steps towards the car and looks over his shoulder.

She turns off the phone and wakes up. "You're right. Go here."

They return to the car and Lissa opens the back door. He runs behind the edge of a tree. "I hope you enjoyed it."

She takes the steering wheel and looks in the rearview mirror. He is lying in the back seat with his head bowed. Her doubts fill her again. In every wildlife show she saw, he looked like a wolf. She was convinced there was a wolf in her own car. What was she going to do?

They quietly drove home and she looked in the mirror from time to time.

She was worried. In fact, there was only one.

Her when they returned to her home, he tried to reveal himself to her.

She drives into the garage and turns off her engine. She and she sit there.

After a few minutes he gets up and whispers in her ear.

sigh. "In order."

Inside the house, she fills the bowl with water. He trembled when she put him back.

He takes a sip as she walks across her room and sits down in front of her computer.

Her he comes up to her and sits next to her and places his head on her lap.

Gray Wolf.

Lupus.

Native to Europe, Asia and North America.

5 to 11 packs, usually a nuclear family.

Five or six pups born in spring.

Related to the domestic dog.

Up to about 80 pounds.

Colored blond and cream to browns and black.

Generally monogamous.

Interbreeding with dogs and coyotes.

She then searches for any sightings in the area. "Where the hell did you come from?"

Next are pictures. She searches through numerous photographs of wolves. "Emmat, you look like them. You really do." She looks down. You are a wolf, aren't you? Big chocolate eyes stare at her dark brown.

She slipped from the chair to the floor next to him.

She is not ready yet, but soon he will show her his true nature. Perhaps she will call the authorities and try to force him out of the house.

He could get away with her people quite easily, but that will take time and confuse her even more.

No, the sooner the better.

Now she is sitting on the floor next to him, which is actually a good sign. But he needed room for change.

A noise was heard in front of the house while he was standing. He turned to face the threat.

"LYSSA!"

She jerked when she heard Ronnie's bellow and scrambled to stand.

Emmat already stood at the door as Ronnie began to pound on it. "Lyssa, godammit, open the door! Lyssa, I wanna talk to you. Open the goddamn door!"

Emmat stood there, growling, hackles raised.

She shoved him sideways a bit and opened the door, leaving the locked screen door between them and Ronnie.

Emmat raised his head, bared his teeth, and growled.

Trying to keep her voice steady, she says, "What do you want, Ronnie?" Ronnie scared her now. It was easier to be brave with Emmat beside her.

Ronnie's face is red. He was pissed, and he'd been drinking. Again.

"Open up. I wanna talk to you."

"About what? About how you can never drink without getting drunk? About how you'd really rather spend time with the guys than with me? How could you really hurt me?

- Shit. I'm sorry, Reese. Anything else you want? Me and yes, I drink. you too I'm working hard."

"Don't you dare say you deserve it."

This stops him. He grumbles and says, "What else?"

She looks at him. ."

"I want to spend time with you."

"You want to come, eat, drink and have sex."

"Is there something wrong?"

"That's all you want to do, Ronnie. There is or should be much more in life.

"How are you?"

"Oh, go to a show, take a walk in the park, listen to music, see an exhibition in a museum."

Ronnie's disgust is revealed on her face. "Honey, I don't have time..."

Lisa interrupts him again. "I'm a girl, Ronnie. I like to do girly things sometimes. We did what you wanted, not what I wanted to do."

His voice becomes cunning and becomes an attempt at drunken sex. "You like a lot of the stuff I wanna do."

She sighs, looking at him. "Yeah, some of it, I do. But I wanna do more than drink and screw."

His voice raises again. "You know how my schedule is. I don't have a lot of time to spend on other stuff."

"Then you don't have time for me."

Lyssa turns to close the door and Ronnie grabs for the screen door.

Her eyes widened as he grabbed the free edge of the doorframe and began to pull. "Open the damn door!"

Emmat pushes her to her side with his weight and she stumbles. Then he growled and ran towards Ronnie.

Ronnie hastily retreats after aggressive opposition to his actions. The damn dog was huge.

Ronnie steps back and Emmat steps back slightly and sits leaning against the inside door. Once locked in place, he turns her body to look at Lissa.

Ronnie wakes up and knocks on the door again and looks into the small window. "Look how brave you are without that damn dog, bitch."

He mumbled as he exhaled, knocking on her porch. "Damn it, animal lovers."

Lissa opens her eyes wide, covers her mouth with her hands, and exhales the smell of horror.

She hears his truck squeal out and moves before Emmat gets to her. She checks all the doors and windows on the lower floor, twice. Then practically runs up the stairs. He barely gets into the bedroom behind her as she slams and locks the door.

Her breath hitches as she gets on the bed and pulls her knees to her chest, putting her arms around them.

Emmat puts a forepaw on the bed, looks at her, and whines. "Yeah, c`mon, Em."

He jumps up and sits beside her.

She throws her arms around him. "You big ole furry lump. I'm so glad you're here, Emmat. I think he can hurt me." He feels her trembling.

As time goes by, she starts talking to him about Ronnie, his friends, her friends, and her aspirations.

She wakes up from a burst of adrenaline and starts to feel drowsy. I think I should take a nap." "You'll be wary, won't you?"

Of course he will. Now there was no way for a human male to approach her.

He watched her sleep for a moment. At least she looked like an angel to him.

Short black hair contrasting with tanned skin. The relaxation of her face, the anxiety softened from sleep. There was a small scar on her hairline, and he wondered what it looked like.

And her scent called him. Along with the scent of soap, shampoo and deodorant, it exuded a warm feminine beauty. Besides, he could see that she had just finished her most fertile time, which made him even more fascinated.

He changed her form and laid on her blanket, carefully crouching her back behind her and hugging her.

After about 45 minutes, she began to stir.

He looked at her and waited for her inevitable surprise and horror.

She leaned her back and opened his eyes with a sleepy groan of joy.

He was surprised at how long it took her to get up from her bed screaming at her. His ears ring with her screams, and he tries to speak her to her before taking any other steps on her. He stands up on his elbows.

"Lisa, it's okay. I won't hurt you. My name is Emmat Forrester. Calm down."

Man! Man in her bed! In her bed with her! Who was he? The main thing is how he got there. And where was Emmat? Her guard dog is a wolf.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here? Get out!"

Her eyes looked at him, trying to gauge how menacing he was, but she hesitated, as expected.

"Why the hell are you naked?!"

She was cornered by her closet and did not have easy access to her bedroom door. He watches as she finds all kinds of weapons for her and checks her clothes. Still, nothing was broken there. What the fuck?

"Lisa, calm down. I know this is a shock to you, but I'm Emmat. You invited me to your house. You healed my wounds and fed me."

"But Emmat is a dog, ahem, a wolf."

"Yes, yes. Sometimes."

"No, that's impossible. what kind of monster are you? And why am I talking to you?" She lunges for her dresser, for her cellphone.

He leaps up to stop her, grabbing her wrists.

She responds by kicking him in the balls. He grunts at the sudden pain but does not release her. Instead, he twists her toward the bed to stop her from kicking him again.

My God, he was pulling her to the bed.

My God, he was trying to rape her.

Oh my god, she couldn't leave.

My God, she must have been dying.

In a low voice, "Don't hurt me."

"Lisa, honey, I won't hurt you."

Honey? "I'm not your lover, please let me go." She tries to get out of his arms.

"Lisa. Of course. Stop. Listen to me."

She backs away and he turns her body to face her. She kicked him again.

Another murmur of his. And he closes his eyes painfully. "Please stop chilling me."

Then he quickly sits her down on her bed and pulls her to her knees. She continues to struggle, trying to escape. With the other hand, wrap her arm around her waist.

His chest swells up and he looks up at him. “My name is Emmat. You slept outside with me on Friday night. You fed me great food. Ronnie came over yesterday. You cooked on the grill and he got drunk. You ordered him out of the house. We went to a park this morning and, just before you fell asleep, you told me how much you missed Eli and Tara, that you hadn't seen them for months."

Her mouth falls open. "You've been watching me? What kind of crazy stalker are you?"

"I understand you find this hard to believe. Show me.

She looks into his brown eyes and does her swallows and nods her head.

He releases her and she runs to her door.