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–Move on–

–Move on–

–Move on–

Clara ordered herself over and over again, but it was useless, her legs trembled clinging to the ground beneath them and her ears were almost disappearing on top of her skull. The presence approaching her was powerful, strong, with a scent of blood covering it completely that almost made her shudder with terror. She hated that smell, she detested it, it reminded her of times when her body had been punished; sweat ran down her skin and ended up under her like a sticky puddle.

She clenched her teeth inside her muzzle until it almost hurt, but she couldn't stop a pitiful moan from coming from it. The wolf paused for a moment and he raised his head as if the sound had caught his attention. At that time, the sun's rays filtered through the tall leaves of the trees and illuminated its body, as well as the dense totally bluish-black fur of the immense animal, where the two large, menacing golden orbs stood out above everything, giving it an even more imposing appearance.

Clara could only differentiate a dark silhouette with two yellow dots that focused on her threateningly. And she in turn found herself upset. The eyes of that color were not something peculiar in the pack, only the alpha had them and it was the symbol of the purest blood of the members of the main branch. However, she was completely terrified to the point that her legs gave way beneath her, falling flat on the soft grass when he growled, she couldn't think straight at the time.

The wolf began to walk towards her, slowly but surely. Clara could hear the branches breaking under her legs and the ground giving way. She knew every male in the pack, but none like this one. So strong, so big, so dominant. And her body almost forced her to throw herself on her back to show him her belly and her neck.

Her tremor grew larger as the wolf positioned itself on top of her and the scent of blood was so pervasive it took her breath away. Her entire body was so tense that her muscles stood out above her muddy fur.

–Who are you?– Suddenly she heard the voice of the wolf. A deep, powerful voice that penetrated inside her carrying a great sensation to her stomach.

She had to force herself to keep her tail stiff, why did she had the impulse to shake it from side to side with excitement? Clara didn't understand what was happening.

-Answer- this time the wolf growled so loudly that she closed her eyes, drenched in fear, confusion.

The male above her was annoyed at the situation. He had a female under him that couldn't tell her scent from the sickening scent of the mud on her fur, but at the same time it made him want to have her under him.

–What are you doing on my land?– He asked another question trying to find an answer.

To this, Clara did not respond either. She had snuggled so much under him, trying to look so small that she almost didn't hear him through her trembling. She was panicked. That wolf wanted something with her, but Clara had so many bad experiences throughout her life that she could only think of the worst case scenario.

Help, help. She begged over and over in her insides, like she always did whenever she was afraid. She wasn't a strong wolf, she couldn't fight, everyone was stronger than her. What could she do.

«Get away» and again she heard that voice in her mind. The one that always welcomed her with a familiar and protective warmth before losing consciousness.

By the time she reacted she was running almost out of breath, reaching where the members who had gone hunting with her were and as of the many times, she couldn't explain what had happened. She only knew there was a throbbing pain in her back, a metallic taste in her mouth, like there was blood that wasn't hers around her fangs…and that she would be scolded.

When she stopped her father was waiting for her with all his fangs out.

-Clara, where were you- he approached her growling and she thought he would bite her. Her father's pheromones were moving aggressively, although now she could detect that not so much, at least compared to that wolf.

However, she backed away trembling and with the wolf throbbing. If she wasn't mistaken the wolf had bitten her, right? She couldn't remember.

-I... I-

She felt her father suddenly stop and sniff above her. Clara tensed and closed her eyes waiting for her punishment, but instead this was the one that backed away.

-Forget it- her father turned around leaving her and approaching the other males. The fur on his back stood on end, as if something had alerted him.

Clara did not understand what had just happened. She got up feeling her paws like jellies and followed the group from behind, head down and ears flat on her head. Being aware that something stirred inside her and even with her stomach fluttering. She regretted not having decent eyesight and being able to see that strange golden-eyed wolf. She didn't know who she was…and it was better that her father didn't know either.

Meanwhile... still inside the forest, the male licked his wounded leg where the taste of his blood mixed with that of the she-wolf mixed in his mouth. Before, receiving no response from her, he had bitten her on the back looking for some stimulation or to get her out of her panic attack. He would inject some pheromones and with that he could calm her down, he just didn't expect the animal to have quickly stopped trembling and while he had his fangs still buried in her body, she would turn her head looking for her leg and he could swear that if he hadn't reacted fast it would have torn it completely.

The wolf raised his head, feeling that the skin was already beginning to close slowly. He didn't know who that wolf was, nor why she had reacted like that. Above all, the way she acted and how she had changed from one way to another was strange. But he was sure of one thing, and he knew it by tasting her blood. That wolf was hers.

She was without a doubt his mate.