Chapter 6 Drawn To Her
Rever
For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why I was so intent on finding out the source of the sound, or why whoever the originator of the sound was in here in the first place. My grandfather had declared these woods as private property of the Alpha and his family over fifty years ago which meant no one was supposed to come in here to hunt, get wood or even cry, he had set heavily armed guards at every possible entrance to that effect.
However when my father took over from him thirty-odd years ago, he had the guards removed, believing that they were no longer needed, he was sure the people would keep their distance and he had been proven right. When I was forced to lay him and the rest of my family to rest here twelve years ago, I had Lasmay spread rumors that the woods were haunted, in case anyone was tempted to come in here and poke around. That had worked quite well, until now.
Who the hell was crying and why had this person chosen to cry in the woods of all places? I wondered again as I plowed along, my ears perked up to catch any sound whatsoever.
I tried to be cautious and take careful steps (for all I knew this could be a trap or ploy of some kind), but for some reason, my wolf was anxious to see this person and kept hurrying me along, since I was already in wolf form, I let him take control and go at his phase.
Five minutes later, I heard the sobbing coming from behind a huge elm tree. My wolf was all for going around the tree and confronting whoever it was. I, on the other hand, disagreed and decided to take matters into my own hands. I carefully looked around until I found the perfect hiding spot, just across from the elm tree was an array of green apple trees, with the trees growing densely together and its thick foliage no one would know I was behind the trees, no matter how good they were at tracking.
Turning back towards the direction I had come from, I quietly walked through the woods and around the elm tree until I was behind the apple trees, safely ensconced behind the apple trees, I peered through the foliage …….. and froze.
Sitting at the foot of the elm tree was………..a very interesting woman. I wouldn't say she was the most beautiful, I had certainly seen more beautiful women, but there was something about her that was just so enchanting. Sitting on the bare floor with nothing but leaves and twigs to serve as a rug, her hands wrapped around her knees and tears trailing down her eyes, any other woman would have looked……maybe not ugly per se, just not at their best. She however looked gorgeous. She was wearing nothing remarkable her clothes were nothing more than rags but she seemed to shine with a luminesce that was hard to find in the most beautifully dressed of women.
Even seated, I could tell she wasn't a tall one, definitely not more than five feet tall. She wasn't super thin like all those other women who starved themselves all in the name of fashion and meeting up with beauty standards. She wasn't fat or chubby either, just a little on the plump side with meat on her bones. She had beautiful brown eyes the color of hot cocoa and very light-almost blonde hair that was cropped close to her scalp. She looked so vulnerable all I wanted to do was go to her, scoop her in my arms and console her.
" What are you doing?" I hissed at myself when I found myself getting to my feet and getting ready to shift back to human form.
" She needs us." My wolf tried to cajole me.
" We have to go to her."
" No," I replied forcefully, getting back into a crouch on the floor.
I wasn't about to go out there to some random girl crying in the middle of the woods. No sire, not on your life…..no matter how much I was drawn to her.
" Come on, you know you can feel it." My wolf insisted.
" No," I said again, stubbornly refusing to get up.
I don't feel anything, all this is probably my body reacting to having a beautiful woman in such close quarters, I hadn't had a woman in a while after all. I tried to convince myself, and it almost worked, until I looked at her again.
Running her hands through her short hair and grabbing her scalp in both hands, she let out a blood-curdling scream and hit her head against the tree with so much force I found myself wincing on her behalf, then she broke down and cried so hard it took all my willpower not to give in to my wolf's demands and remain seated.
I did keep my eyes on her though, watching her until she exhausted herself and finally cried herself to sleep. When I was sure she was asleep, I curled up and closed my eyes.
It wouldn't be so bad to get a little more sleep myself. I thought. I'm sure she'll make enough noise to wake me up when she wakes up. With that, I drifted off to sleep, where all my dreams were filled with the woman I had just watched cry herself to sleep.
Sharon
The last thing I remember was stretching out on the bed of leaves and closing my eyes for just a minute. Next thing I know I'm opening my eyes in pitch darkness.
" Shaven be damned." I cried as I jumped to my feet. I can't believe I fell asleep in the woods. My mother is going to have my hide.
I'm so overcome by thoughts of the horrors that await me back home, that I don't notice the sounds from behind the apple trees as another wolf wakes up.