Her wolves desire

The air was crisp, Tif could see her breath as she breathed out. Shrugging her shoulders against the cold minus 3 degrees of a normal Montana January morning, she shivered just thinking of it. She looked up only four blocks from her dorms to the cafeteria but it felt like a mile. Who had told her Montana would be a good idea? She couldn’t remember now. Another shiver as she pulled her book bag up onto her shoulder and trudged along. Tif was not built for this kind of weather her thin frame had didn’t hold heat well. Even in the biggest fluffiest jacket she could find she felt the cold seep in. She had pulled her long red hair into bun and pulled the beanie over it and around her ears but she could still feel the freezing air around her neck and cheeks. If it wasn’t for the credits she was getting for the classes she was taking she would drop everything and rush back home to SoCal yesterday if she could have. But with the new semester only just started she would tough it out. She re

Tif sent the day as usual classes, lacquers and more classes. But unlike days before her mind kept going back to the scent. She knew it she was sure of it. Something from her past or someone. She had a foggy glimpse of a boy and a strong hand on her thin shoulder. “Someday Tiffany” she thinks it’s her father’s voice but it wasn’t his voice. This voice was deep harsh. Her father had a soft calming voice. Someday what? “Miss Alexander are you hear with us today?” Tif shakes her head and looks up from her hands that she had been holding in tight fists without even knowing she had been. “Oh um” she clears her throat “I’m sorry Mr. Brown I was ah lost in thought” she blushes and gives him a small shrug “Clearly you were.” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and continues “I was asking if you would like to give the answer to the question I have on the board.” Tif quickly reading the question gives her answer, then shrinks back down into her chair hoping she would not be asked to

Tif didn’t know how long she stood leaning against the wall just breathing, remembering her mother’s words to her. “Hey you ok?” Tif opened her eyes and saw a girl with chestnut brown hair and brown eyes looking her dead in the eyes. “Oh uh yeah. I’m fine just had to clear my head… you know” the girl looked her up and down a slight frown on her round face. “You sure you’re ok? You were standing there for almost 10 minutes.” “10 minutes?” “Yeah I came in right after you, went to my room changed my clothes and came back down here and you haven’t moved at all.” “Wow I didn’t realize it had been that long.” Tif replied checking her phone for the time. It had really been closer to 20 minutes. She shook her head, sucked in a breath and blow it out slowly. The girl Tif didn’t know was still standing there staring at her. “I’m fine really, just a rough day with my classes is all.” The girl seemed to relax slightly at this and nodded shifting her weight from one foot to the other for

He was sitting in an oversized leather chair scrolling the news on his phone when Silas come strolling in a thin file tucked under his arm and slight smirk playing across his clean shaven face. Siron didn’t even bother looking up to see his friend to know the look. “You can whip the shit eating grin off your face, what did you find out?” He asked as Silas dropped the file on the coffee table between them and seating himself on the matching leather couch. “Her name is Tiffany Miller 21, well 21 tomorrow, her home address is in San Diego. But funny enough she was born in Billing.” “Billings? Are you sure?” Sir asked as he lifted the file up opening it to the first page a photo from what must had been her school ID attached to it. It was most definitely the red head he had run into twice today. He quickly scanned the information then looked up at Silas. “Is she?” “If she is she has no pack affiliations that I could find. “ he pointed to the file. “But look at the name listed as the fat

Siron and Silas pulled up to the dorms just before midnight, parking in front of Tif’s building. “Are you sure you want to do this tonight? It’s almost midnight she is probably asleep or out not even here.” Silas offered as they stepped out of the car, the night so calm the sound of snow crunches under foot. The sound of Raga music was softly coming from down the block and a few cars slowly rolled down the mostly empty streets. Siron nodded looking up at the building. He felt a pull to her now. His wolf was passing in the back of his mind, something wasn’t right “She’s here.” He said her sent even stronger than before. “And we have to get to her.” He says as he started for the building a sense of urgency washing over him, his heart speeding as he moved to the doors. Silas sensing the change of mood in his friend hurried his pace as well. He didn’t even bother with the elevator seeing it moving and stopping on her floor he rushed to the stairs taking two or three at a time. Pushing