My dreams bothered me one night, bringing back memories of me going astray. I was caught between two worlds: my feelings for Bob and my body's response to a stranger's touch. My wolf was torn, pulled in different ways, confused by the opposing smells of two strong males.
I felt confused and unsure what to do. Each time I met the stranger, a spark appeared that was not there with Bob. It was a wild, untamed fire that Bob's warmth, while comforting, couldn't quite match. I felt guilty about how I treated the stranger, but it was also hard to deny the strange link between us, a raw, undeniable connection that I couldn't understand as a human.
"What did you think was going on with us?" I asked the stranger in almost a whisper, my voice shaking with the question's weight.
He smiled a little, and his eyes crinkled at the corners, holding old secrets. "I don't know," he said in a low, controlled voice, a voice that rumbled deep in my chest. "But I know I don't want to stop." His words were a direct challenge to my loyalty, a call to the wilder parts of my soul.
I wondered if it was just a crush or if it was something more, something much older and stronger. One thought stayed in my mind: It was terrible and wrong, this lie I was living. I doubted my feelings for both men. Was I really in love with Bob, or just comfortable? Did I even care for him, or was it an old habit, a safe place for my human self? And the stranger? Was it just physical attraction, or did I feel something more, a primal bond pulling at my wolf? I honestly didn't know, and the doubt was messing with my mind, bothering my peace.
"Ava, what's wrong?" Bob asked, noticing I was far away. His smell was mixed with worry, a familiar comfort. "You seem busy lately."
I showed a weak, fake smile, trying to calm him. "Work has just been stressing me out," I lied. The words tasted bad. But really, my mind was wide open, trying to figure out what I felt, the raw, confusing feelings of my waking wolf. I was almost losing myself in this whole mess. It became more tense, harder for me to find clarity.
As I took a walk alone in the park, my head was filled with these feelings. I thought about how safe and comfortable Bob made me feel, and how alive and wanted the stranger made me feel, how his smell alone made my wolf come alive. "If only I could just decide," I thought deep inside myself, feeling hopeless, my wolf crying out its indecision.
Suddenly, I felt torn between two women—the one who loved Bob and the one drawn to the stranger. I didn't know who I was. Sighing, I felt tired and lost about what was next, lost between my human self and my emerging wolf.
The message from the stranger had left me breathless. "I think about you all the time," he had written. His words were like a primal call, a hunter's whisper.
My heart, full of excitement, began to race, a fast beat against my ribs. No one had ever done this to me, made my wolf respond with such urgency. I felt seen, understood, and desired. But what did it mean? Was it just flirting, or was there something deeper, a fated bond? I just knew he was speaking to my soul, to my very wolf. "What do you want exactly?" I typed, my fingers shaking, forced by an unseen power.
His answer came almost at once: "Everything." I stopped in shock as my eyes read that single word, a chilling, thrilling statement of total claim.
Everything made sense in how Bob acted that day. He had given me flowers I loved and spoken sweetly to me; the words were true. Then guilt came over me for doubting him. Maybe I was being unfair. Maybe this feeling with the stranger was just a phase. Bob's love was real, and so were my feelings for him. "I trust you, the way you always know how to make me happy," I said, smiling up at him, trying to confirm my choice, to calm my confused wolf.
He smiled back at me, his eyes full of love. "Because you are my everything," he said, putting my hand in his, a familiar, comforting grip. But that spark with the stranger? That's somehow hard to fight. And I couldn't help but compare the two men and wonder who was truly meant for me, whose wolf truly belonged to mine.
My feelings were truly messed with. I was trying to process my heart, but it was like doing a puzzle with missing pieces. I felt pulled in different ways. The stranger's message still made a noise in my mind, a low growl, but Bob's actions challenged my feelings again, a soothing balm that confused me more. I was confused; I was out of control because every path ahead seemed uncertain. My wolf was howling for clear answers.
"Ava, let me hear you," the stranger asked, his voice loud, cutting through my thoughts like a sharp claw. "What's really wrong with you?"
It took me some time to think clearly about anything in my mind. I couldn't find the right words to reply. "I know nothing." I said, looking around blankly. Then, I spoke again. "Maybe I am just not here..." My wolf was lost, drifting.
He nodded. "Don't worry, we will find out together," he promised me. His voice was calming, a promise of a shared future. But I wasn't so sure.
As I sat there holding his hand, Bob kept nagging at my mind. Was I being unfair to him? Should I just tell him how I feel? This confusing mix of questions made me dizzy.
Soon, a text came from Bob: "Dear, can we meet tonight?" My heart rose and fell as I waited a bit, unsure what to do.
Looking at the message again, a feeling of guilt came over me. Should I say yes to the meeting, or tell him what was truly on my mind? I just didn't know, my wolf was upset.
The stranger probably saw me getting more and more distressed. "Is everything okay?" he asked, pointing to my phone. I held on, still deciding what to say to him.
"It's Bob; he wants to meet me tonight," I finally said, not feeling very brave. The stranger's face showed his eyes glowing with excitement, a predator's gleam.
"What have you come for?" he asked, his voice loud and clear, a challenging bark. A shiver ran down my spine as I looked at him even deeper, seeing the raw power of his wolf.
I could never quite figure out what I wanted; that was the problem. I was stuck between the deep feelings I had for Bob and the strange attraction growing for this stranger, between comfort and a wild, undeniable destiny. I wanted Bob so much; but how would I handle it? My wolf was howling, demanding the choice be made.
Suddenly, the stranger got a call too. He looked at the phone, and his face changed again. His body tensed, his wolf on alert. "I have to go now," he said urgently. The command in his voice was absolute.
"What's up?" I asked, feeling some concern for him. At the same time, unease set in. He focused his gaze on mine, a dark promise in his eyes.
"It's very complicated," he replied, his voice almost a whisper, a strained growl. "But I have to deal with something. Now." After that, he turned and disappeared into the night, leaving me with mind-blowing questions. The smell of fear and something wild, something dangerous, stayed in the air.
Later on, even though I sighed and felt some relief, I saw someone watching me from behind in the dark. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered who this was, and what I could offer, as the dark figure became clear, and I felt a chilling understanding. It was Victoria. Her smell was cold, a bitter, sharp taste, and my wolf silently snarled a warning.