Love Of A Werewolf by Forest Ostrander (read me a book TXT) 📖

the hell if going on with me?! Yet despite my mind trying to pull me back on the path I had planned, I went to the boy and sat down in front of him, wagging my tail on the ground and dangling my tongue out of my mouth like a dog would begging for a treat or welcoming their master home from a long day's work.

"Amazing, look at that!" I heard the man exclaim in shock but I ignored him locking my eyes with the boys who just gave me a confused look.

"James, do you know what this means?" The man asked and he broke eye contact with me to acknowledge his leader.

"No, what does it mean?" I inwardly sighed at the sound of his voice, it sounded as smooth as huny.

"It means you must have some sort of special connection with nature. It's not natural for a wild wolf to walk up to just anyone! Yet here is one acting like you tamed it!" I turned my head and scowled at him. Trust me buddy, this isn't what I had wanted to do either but nature has a different path planned for me. The man laughed seeing my look.

"Looks like she didn't like that one bit, oh well."

"Sir, we can't bring her back to camp with us, you know the rules," one of the girls said in a snide tone and looked at me, my wolf slightly growled at her; I had a feeling she and I would not be getting along anytime soon or ever in the future.

"Don't growl at me mutt," the girl spat through her teeth.

"Now Elise, that is no way to speak to a noble animal such as the wolf," the camp leader said and I felt a liking towards him almost immediately.

"But she is right; we can't bring her back with us. The rules specifically say no animals on camp grounds," the boy said and I hated the feeling of hurt that washed over me at his turn down of me tagging along with them.

"Oh, the hell with rules. I think we should bring her with us, this is a rare opportunity to understand the mind of a wolf, and I repeat; it's not every day a wolf will walk up to anyone. Wolves are shy creatures and avoided humans as much as they can, so a wolf now being with us right now and showing no fear is something we must take advantage of while we have the opportunity to do so," the camp leader said. I once more looked up at the boy who was now looking down on me with a smile and once more another feeling I hated arose, the love sick feeling.

"Come on now guys, best to get back to camp before it gets dark out. Follow us if you wish wolf," the camp leader said once more leading his group back to their actual camp. I waited for the boy to move before I followed beside him, matching my stride with his and just enjoying his closeness to me; too bad I can't reveal my true identity to him, at least I don't think I can. He's our mate, you should be able to. My wolf said to me.

He may be our mate, but humans don't believe in werewolves anymore. In their minds we are just a figment of the imagination, something only to be found in fiction stories and myths. You heard what father said about how humans thought of us; they think we are blood thirsty monsters who will slaughter anyone and anything that is in our path! I thought back to her, sometimes she could be way too optimistic about some things.

So, maybe he will be different. We can explain to him the truth about us and finally reveal that he is our mate! I know I don't like humans very much, but you can feel the pull to him just as much as I can. Come on sis, let's have some fun! My wolf said with a little playful yip to me, I grumbled and finally gave in.

Fine, but if he turns us down or gets the hunters on us, I don't want you to bitch about it because I'm only going to say I told you so.

Fine with me. We followed in silence from then on.

Chapter 3: The Truth and an unsuspecting encounter

I was tired by the time we finally arrived to the camp grounds, we had walked almost an hour or more and even though wolves are built for long distance traveling, I was so unaccustomed to it. My pack had a home to go to on our territory so during the winter months we didn't need to rely on our fur to keep us warm and it was always stocked with plenty of food to keep us going during the long winter months until spring came back to us and we returned to our cave during the spring and summer months. We never had to once travel long distances so we had pretty much became lazy and extremely unconsumed to long walk such as this. I was glad when I noticed the big log cabin that sat in the middle of the field, other groups of kids were running around and playing, some sharp pointed sticks at targets while other played on some sort of wooden structure with bars on it and a weird thing that they rode on with their butts. Humans are truly strange creatures aren’t they? My wolf asked.

No kidding, what is that stuff anyway?

I honestly don't know. Do you think it might be dangerous?

I hope not, if it is we are practically screwed if they turn on us with these weird contraptions. We looked around at everything the camp had to offer until I realized all heads were turned on me with wide eyes and open mouths.

If they keep gawking at us like that they're going to catch flies my wolf said making me giggle a bit on the inside. She was right; they had their mouths wide enough where a handful of flies could easily land in their mouth and still have room for more. I turned to look at the boy who was just watching me as I took in everything and smiled when I looked at him.

"Welcome to the camp girl. Over there is the jungle gym, we play on that after lunch or on our free time." He pointed to the weird structure I had seen the kids climbing and sliding on.

"Over on the other side is the archery area, that's where we learn to shoot bows and arrows." I followed his finger to the place where I had seen the kids shooting the pointed sticks. I followed him as he led me to another place, this one had a ground that was hard and stank of sweaty feet. There were two long metal things with a white backboard of some sort and a ring with a net on it.

"This is the basketball court. We like to play against each other during our gym time." I could defiantly tell kids spent a lot of time here with the way it smelt, that and the heat from the sun made it unbearable to my nose. He then led me to a deep hole that was shaped out of some sort of rock and had the clearest water I had ever seen. Sniffing it to see if it was drinkable I smelled some sort of weird smell to it and knew that drinking that water would probably give me the biggest belly ache there was.

"This is the pool, we like to swim here on hot days or do water sports and exercises," the boy explained. I followed him as he lead me into the log building, it was huge inside, a crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the ceiling, flow to ceiling windows displayed the great outdoors and allowed it to be as bright as if you had no ceiling at all. A huge loft area contained many doors as far as I could see so I figured that's where the campers stayed when they were here. The living room had leather couches and chairs with a plush white carpet and a polished oak table with a glass top and a vase with fake daffodils in it, various pictures featured camper after camper for many generations and don't get me started on their TV; that thing was fucking huge! An 8 armed lamp sat by one of the chairs so I guessed that was their form of light at night when they didn't light the chandelier up.

"Follow me and I'll show you the kitchen," the boy said and my stomach rumbled at the sound of possible food. I followed him eagerly to a set of huge metal doors, watching him I figured they easily swung in and out to allow access and exit through both ways before swinging shut.

Running in beside him so as to not get caught in the door I stared at the glorious kitchen before me, the counters were red oak with black tiled countertops, a stainless steel rack hung over the stove holding various pots and pans and strainers, their fridge was an amazing sight as well.

"This is where the food is made and over there is where we eat," the boy pointed to a table not far out of the kitchen into a whole other room that was not blocked off by any doors, I could easily see a circle rug with all kinds of designs in it and a black table with a beautiful red table cloth covering it and matching seats, once more a crystal chandelier hung over the table only this one was slightly smaller than the one in the entrance way so I guessed the ceiling wasn't as high as it was before in that room. A cabinet on the other side of the table displayed all sorts of fine china and knickknacks that looked too easy to break, even by looking at them! I looked up at the boy with a confused look as to why humans would want to keep such things that would be easy to break. As if reading my mind, he led me over to the case and opened up the glass doors.

"This is where our leader keeps his wife's things when she passed on; he couldn't bear to part with them so he moved them here for all to enjoy and so he could keep her close to him wherever he went." I felt bad for the man who so kindly allowed me to come to this camp; I could only imagine what it must be like to lose a mate. The boy closed the doors and I followed him with my head low out of the room, feeling a hand ruffle the fur on my head I tried to not flinch away at the unfamiliar touch.

"Don't worry girl, it’s all right. He's fine now and made peace with his wife at her funeral, no need to feel sorry for him." I once more looked up at the boy who smiled down on me with a kind look in his eyes, he looked so