Melt
Jett
When we arrived at the estate, my men were in awe. I’d seen plenty of countryside in my time and it all looked the same, but this town seemed different. It harbored a very moody vibe. The sky was overcast and it’d started to drizzle.
“Alpha Jett of the Dark Moon pack!” A man was charging at me. Seemed too jolly for my liking, especially in this weather. I could smell the country and I longed to run. I was quite uninterested in formalities but I put on a smile and extended my hand for a quick shake.
“Alpha Randall, I presume?” He was much shorter than I, but I loomed over most people. My height was passed down from the men on my father’s side. It proved to help me in many ways as I took full advantage of my height to intimidate those I didn’t care for.
It worked slightly with this strange, little man. From my research, he was the leader of the territory and head of the surrounding ones. All of the lower packs were at his command at all times with five or six strong packs in league with him.
No one in the wolf world dared to interfere in the political strife or drama outside of their own territory. It was international law unless one wanted war. My territory was in New York and it was thriving under my leadership, but it had seen some dark days.
I wasn't allowed to be vulnerable and I would never be.
Not until her...
Fawn
I got out of the car slowly.
It was the gloomiest of days and my spine was hurting due to my heat.
I was young and orphaned, two suitcases in hand, one for my clothes—the other for my mementos.
The tall, rigid woman standing before her let out a sigh.
“Are you Fawn?”
“I-I am,” I said.
“Fawn Flowers?”
“Yes, ma’am..”
“I am Mrs. Richardson,” the woman turned on her heels and headed towards the house, “Come with me.”
Scurrying behind her, I watched the windows as eyes were upon me.
More orphans—like me—trapped in a house until they were 19 and the moon goddess would let them live a life of their own, or if they were adopted.
In her case, I would never be adopted due to my age.
I had no idea that within three years I would meet him..
The man who would sweep me off my feet and cause me to writhe beneath him in pure passion.
I had no idea what road that would lead me down and I wasn't so sure that if I had know if I would have stayed at the manor.
"FAWN! We have guests!"
It was my birthday and it was a day that I could leave, but I didn't.
I couldn't.
I didn't know anywhere else and I didn't,-
"Fawn, this is Alpha Jett Westin from the Dark Moon Pack.."
I watched him watch me.
He could smell me.
Oh gods...
