10 Not the Best Way to Meet PG (1/2)

Hunter took stock of the tattered uniform in front of him. He knew from the scent who it belonged to, but it didn't really give him much to go on.

Thinking was hard. It was especially hard when the aroma of a fresh kill was still wafting in the air and the enticing scent of a possible mate was within immediate mating vicinity.

Hunter left the pile of tatters and returned to the deer carcass. He ate the leg that Ash had dropped, fed on the entrails, and tore apart the deer's front legs. When he had finished with his meal, it looked like a pack of wolves had descended on the poor deer. He would leave the rest for the scavengers to find.

If a forest ranger were to pass by, the carcass would just be another hard piece of evidence for predation in action: another prey animal succumbing to a carnivore, just another day in the wild with Mother Nature.

He turned his attention back to Ash, eager to sniff at the new werewolf up close.

When he found her, she had surreptitiously reverted back to her human form and was still lying in a heap on the ground. Her human scent held no sway over his werewolf form and so his interest in her dissipated.

Werewolves typically didn't hunt humans. They fought them for territory and sometimes competed with them for game, but humans were not their prey. A werewolf eating a human was akin to a human eating a gorilla: it was generally considered unethical especially given the shared ancestry, and then only the truly depraved did it.

With his hunger sated and the urge to mate gone, Hunter stood over Ash who was lying on her side on the ground. Her face was turned to the forest floor, and while she was still breathing, she was not moving.

He had to do something about her. His werewolf brain was intelligent but this was a human problem that needed a human solution. He needed to think clearly so he reverted back to his human form. When he finished shifting, he realized something that he had not considered while he was still a werewolf.

Ash was naked.

His human eyes immediately swam over her body and drank her in. It was dark now, and while his vision had gone back to human, the half-moon was out and there was just enough light for him to see. And he was standing over her, so close that he could see everything.

His eyes took in her skin, lightly tanned in the daytime but white sand pale under the moonlight. Her long black hair covered her body like Lady Godiva's in the myth[1], tracing the curve of one exposed breast, barely covering the nipple. His eyes traced along the valley of her small waist, glanced off the soft flesh of her stomach, went up again to the ripe swell of her hip and dallied around the curve of her attractively plump buttocks.

In his mind, he saw her awake and beckoning him with opened arms. She would speak his name and he would swallow it. He would bury his tongue in her pale pink mouth and bury himself in her warm, welcoming body.

His entire body burned at the thought.

But then he looked at her face: her eyes were closed and her mouth was silent. He didn't have her consent to do anything. Hunter shook his head and quickly regained himself.

”H-hey . . .” he called out to her, tentatively.

She didn't stir.

He knelt beside her and reached out a hand to touch her face, patting her lightly on the chin.

He felt the cold air on his skin as he stared at her still closed eyes. A minute ago he had been filled with a desire to cover her with his body, but now that he had recovered himself, he was afraid of touching her any more than he already had.

What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't just take her back to the school. He couldn't sneak her over the fence in human form. He could probably get her over the fence in werewolf form but what if he got caught? And even if they didn't get caught doing that, where was he supposed to take her? He didn't know where her room was. He couldn't just leave her naked at the lobby of the Girls' Dorm.

Hunter scratched his head in frustration.