Chosen by a Wolven

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Chapter 38

Melissa began to run at a speed faster than the human eyes would notice.

She ran at Billy first, coming up from his side. She stuck out her paw, catching the wrist of the hand holding the knife. Wrapping her paw around it, she yanked on it and he yelled as he went flying, dropping the knife.

When he hit the ground, she turned to snarl at Carl, who had let Trenton go and was now backing away. She bared her teeth at him and smelled his fear. Stalking toward him, she heard Carl whimper as he turned to run.

“Baby, don’t kill them…” Melissa heard Trenton say just moments before she backhanded Carl on the back of his head.

This move sent him flying face-first into the dirt where he lay unmoving. Looking over at Billy, she saw he wasn’t moving either, so she quickly phased and ran back to Trenton.

“Oh, my sweet man! Are you alright?” Melissa cried as she fell to her knees next to him.

When he didn’t answer, she felt for a pulse, sighing relief when she felt one. Then, looking around at the two unconscious men, she realized she needed a cover story about what had happened here.

“And Trenton needs a doctor,” she whimpered as she looked back down at him.


“What do I do?” Melissa murmured as she frantically looked around. “I need to…?” Suddenly, the answer came to her and she calmed. “I need to set the scene and make it believable.”

First, she stood and ran for the shed in Trenton’s back yard. Once there, she grabbed some rope and ran back to tie up the two men.

Then, she headed into the house to grab the baseball bat she knew Trenton still had in the front closet. Once she had it, she ran back outside, thumping the men in the back of the head with it. She made sure not to hit them hard enough to kill them, simply hard enough to give them lumps there.

That should make the, ‘I hit them with the bat’ story plausible, she thought.

Next, she ran to the vehicle and crawling inside, I moved it around until the headlights shined on the three men. That should make it look as if I just drove up on the scene. Glancing around franticly, she tried to think of anything else she needed to do.

“Clothes, I need clothes!” She screeched as she jumped out of the truck, leaving the door open.

Running back into the house, she found something to wear, thankfully. She’d brought very few things to this house, to begin with, so it surprised her that some of her clothes were still there.

Finally, going back to the truck, she grabbed Trenton’s phone and dialed.

“Clear Water PD, how may I help you?” A woman dispatcher asked.

“I’m at 321 Forest Lane and my husband was attracted by two men! I knocked them out, but he’s hurt bad!” Melissa told her franticly as she moved back to Trenton’s side.

“Okay, ma’am, try and stay calm, someone will be there shortly. I’m sending a deputy; do you need an ambulance?”

“Yes, please. My husband is unconscious, and I don’t know how badly they hurt him before I drove up!” Melissa was sobbing now as she wiped the blood from his cheek.

Hearing one of the men groan, she glanced over and found Billy moving a bit. He was struggling with the rope she’d tied him up with and cursing as he realized he was tied.

Sirens suddenly sounded in the distance and she turned her head toward them. Continuing to rub Trenton’s cheek, she said, “I hear the sirens, they’re almost here. Thank you.”

“Doing my job ma’am.” The dispatcher said.

Hanging up, she watched as a police car and the ambulance pulled into the yard. Looking back down at Trenton, she whispered, “You’re going to be okay, my sweet man.”

The two men from the ambulance walked over, and Melissa moved back to let them do their job.

Then a policeman walked up, saying, “Ma’am, I need to ask a few questions.”

“Joe, let’s make sure she’s alright first.”

Turning at the sound of a female voice, she saw the policewoman she’d spoken to before looking around the scene. Melissa didn’t know how she’d missed her.

“I’m fine,” Melissa told her. “I wasn’t hurt.”

“Okay,” the policewoman agreed. “Then let’s walk over here a bit, so we can talk.”

So, the three of them moved twenty feet or so away from where the EMTs were working on Trenton and making sure the other two men were alright.

“Now, why don’t you tell us what happened,” the policewoman said kindly.

“Trenton had walked over earlier to get a few things he said he needed now that he’s about ready to re-open the bookstore. He called me a little bit ago to say there was more stuff than he’d thought there would be, so he asked me to come to pick him up.”

“What happened when you got here?” Asked the policewoman.

Melissa rubbed a hand through her hair as she took a deep breath. “As I drove up, my lights caught sight of the three of them. The one-man, I believe his name is Carl, was holding onto Trenton and Billy was beating on him. Billy was yelling at him as I jumped out of the truck and he pulled a knife! I grabbed the bat Trenton carries from behind the seat and took off running. I hit Billy first, so he wouldn’t cut Trenton, then Carl dropped him and started to run!”

“Why didn’t you just let him go then?” The male policeman, Joe, asked.

Melissa gave him an “are you crazy?” look. “If it was your wife lying there beaten and bleeding, would you have let him go?”

He looked at the policewoman as she snickered at him before saying, “Well, no, probably not. I mean…”

Melissa snorted as she wiped at her face. “Well, I wasn’t going to let him off that easy! So, I took off after him and hit him in the head too! They deserved it! That and more for hurting my sweet man!” She began to cry again and grumbled under her breath, “stupid hormones!”

“It’s alright, ma’am,” Joe murmured. When the EMT walked over, he asked, “How is he?”

“He’s got a lot of bruises, a couple of broken ribs, busted nose and lip, most likely a concussion also,” the EMT replied. “I saw that knife they were going to use on him, a huge hunting knife. If they’d poked him with that a few times, it would have done serious damage. Oh, and except for huge knots on their heads, Carl and Billy will be fine. Carl is still out but Billy’s awake and yelling about his head hurting and wanting to know what happened.”

“You take care of them, Joe, I’ll look after her,” the female cop murmured.

Joe nodded and walked over to pull Billy up off the ground. After putting cuffs on him, he cut the rope Melissa had put on him and lead him away to the police car. Then he did the same with Carl, who was finally coming to.

“We rode together over here, so how about I drive you to the hospital, ma’am.”

At the policewoman’s suggestion, Melissa nodded and once more wiped at her tears, saying, “The keys are still in the ignition.”

Giving a sound of agreement, the policewoman put her arm around Melissa and led her over to the truck. She even opened the door and closed it behind Melissa once she was inside. Once she was inside herself, she cranked it up and pulled out behind the police car and the ambulance.

Melissa was staring out the side window until the policewoman spoke. Then she turned to look at her.

“I’ll just be blunt here, since it’s just the two of us, Melissa. Is it alright if I call you that?”

“Yes, it’s fine,” she answered, scared of what the woman might be going to say.

“First, my name is Sonia and I’m married to a genuinely nice man by the name of Landon. I tell you this because I’d like to get to know you better. I also tell you this because I know things didn’t go down the way you said they did. However, before you panic, let me say that I won’t say a word because I know it’s to hide your secret.”

Melissa swallowed hard and then coldly stated, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No, but you will,” Sonia said. “You see, Melissa, I’m just like you, I’m a wolven.”

Melissa gasps lightly, turning to stare at Sonia.

“I knew the moment I met you, I’m not sure how exactly, but I knew you were like me. You showed no signs of recognizing that we’re alike though, so I stayed mum,” Sonia admitted. “Tonight though, I saw the inconsistencies in your story, thankfully my partner didn’t. I have to wonder though if it was your wolven who attacked instead of you.”

“How do I know you aren’t lying about all this?”

Sonia put on the breaks and stopped, then she turned to look straight at Melissa, and just for a moment, her eyes glowed red and amber. Then she turned back to the road and once more began to drive.

“I’ve never met another,” Melissa admitted softly. “Mom and dad were the only ones I knew. No, wait, that isn’t true…” She paused as she recalled a vague and hazy memory of a man. “I vaguely remember my dad having a brother, but he left to go to school when I was only about ten, I think.”

“I figured as much. If you had been around your kind you would have known me right off. I don’t think there are many of us left to be truthful. You’re the first I’ve met in probably… five years, except for my husband.”

“Is your husband a wolven?” Melissa asked her.

“Yes, he’s a full wolven, but older than me. We haven’t been blessed with children though, so it’s just us.”

Melissa reached down and rubbed her little bump.

“Is Mr. Davison your chosen one?”

“Yeah,” Melissa answered. “We’re expecting, although we haven’t told anyone yet. Well, except you.”

“You are? Oh, I’m so excited for you Melissa!” Sonia exclaimed excitedly. “I want one so badly, but it just hasn’t happened yet. Landon and I have only been together for two years and as I said, he’s older than me. I don’t know if that has anything to do with me not becoming pregnant. You would think the man would know though since he’s a doctor!”

“Men can be so dense! Trenton’s human, yet he somehow managed to send my wolven into heat,” Melissa explained. “I think she just about killed him, the hussy!”

Sonia laughed. “My girl can get pretty frisky too but… what’s heat?”

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