The Nomadic Wolf

Roman I stretched deeply, groaning with appreciation as I felt each vertebrae pop and click throughout my back. I removed my hairband from my hair then flipped my head upside down to place a messy top knot on my head. Nightshift was dragging on at Kempthorne Memorial Hospital. It was four in the morning and not one person had come in to be triaged in the last few hours. Two more hours before I could head home, collapse into the pillowy down of my bed and sleep for eternity. Home time couldn’t come soon enough after pulling a double shift. People thought I was crazy for pulling double shifts all the time. But the truth was I loved being a nurse. Scrap that. I loved being an emergency department nurse. Usually, the emergency room was chaotic with drunken students and their stupid decisions, which gave me a great distraction from my life. Helping the doctors reset dislocated shoulders or pulling artifacts from places they shouldn’t be, was like a drug; addictive adrenaline that coursed

RomanI smiled at my patient as I offered him his discharge papers, reminding him to take his medication and directed him out through the emergency waiting area. There was the sudden aroma of peppermint followed by canine and human and a loud bantering conversation that made me freeze in my spot. The girl’s voice was loud and squeaky and even though I hadn’t heard her companion speak yet, I instantly knew who it was.My heart spasmed and pounded erratically as I looked up and took in the stunning specimen standing before me. His blond hair was longer than I had seen it, sitting between his chin and shoulders, flicking at odd angles at the end. His broad shoulders fit snuggly into his leather jacket and his jeans were ripped in a way that was not intentional. His green and silver eyes found mine and I felt as though I had been hit with a blast of frosty air. The malice contempt could not be mistaken for anything else. Rue stood in shock, gaping and unable to make a comment or a sound.

Roman My eyes pinged open and I looked around the bedroom that wasn’t mine. The room looked like it belonged to a teenage boy, with clothes haphazardly tumbling out of semi open drawers and more piles on the floor-drobe. The walls were covered in car and music posters and an electric guitar was sitting on a stand in the corner. The owner of the room seemed like a teenage boy, but he was definitely older than that, I would never sleep with a teenage boy.I heard the shower turn off and rolled off the bed and started to dress myself quickly. I tugged on my black panties and scrub pants and had managed to clasp my bra before the bedroom door opened and in walked Murdoch, my saviour in my time of need, “Morning Rome.”“Hey,” I muttered, pulling my camisole over my head and looking around for my scrub top.“You want breakfast?” I froze. We didn’t usually do breakfast. We both knew what this was and canoodling over oatmeal was not part of the agreement. I schooled my face into a mundane exp

Roman My skin itched and burned. My blood was boiling through my veins. The mechanical, fake and forced laughter died in my throat as the piercing green eyes met mine. Then there was silence. The conversation that I was desperately trying to ignore and listen to at the same time muted. I looked over again and saw that the conversation had turned telepathic. Rue was snarling and pacing, sending grotesque images through my mind— lots of bloody carnage. Sweaty muscular bodies slamming against each other, hard and dirty. Fingernails scraping, lips being painfully bitten and pulled. Teeth entering carotid arteries and ripping. Blood then even more blood. Hands running over nipples and tweaking them painfully. The building sensation of an orgasm being ripped away before the climax. Pools and pools of blood. A neck snapping. Lifeless green eyes. It was like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to rip him apart or fuck him senseless. Maybe fuck him then rip him apart? I forced the thoughts back

Roman The bush was a blur as I sprinted through it. This time it wasn’t Rue that needed a release, it was me. What a fucking shit show this was! My life had turned into a well choreographed disaster, and I was barely holding it together. I wanted to take advantage of the last few warm weeks of summer and invited Murdoch to the swimming hole. It was an olive-branch. We had been fucking non-stop for weeks to try and keep Rue satiated. However, my wolf was more volatile than ever, and even if she didn’t want to burst out of my skin, she had made me irritable with uncontrollable mood swings. Each time he tried to talk to me about what was bothering me, I closed down and reminded him that I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. That all I was after was distraction. He was happy enough to provide the distraction, but when the mood swings hit, he always looked torn.The swimming hole was supposed to be a non-confrontational day out. A day of relaxation. A day of friendship-bonding and hippy-like