04 – Exposure of Secrets

Lancelot did not know the term 'calm'. Our kiss was too fast and too intense, and the strong smell of wolf was present. Possibly the best kissing experience I had had the first time with someone. His eyes shone, and he heard the heartbeat.

“I think we’d better go,” he said, stepping away. It was the best decision ever because if it continued, it might end in unplanned ways.

As we left the chamber, he said goodbye to the employees. None of them seemed bothered, maybe all that was common. Anyway, all werewolves; it would be a problem less, not to hide, that was. Some wolves had to mate with humans, and that was a punishment. It almost always ended in rejection, and not everyone got a second chance. Again, I felt guilty for having received one, I didn’t think I deserved it.

We left Jenjen Village for a walk. It was a quiet neighborhood, and when you were a wolf, you were even less afraid of life. We weren’t afraid of humans.

Lancelot avoided looking me in the eye. “When his children came to the cafe, they were with four more wolves,” he said, looking forward. “They had no smell.”

“That, exactly,” I mentioned. I told him about the day of the disappearance and how there was no smell of anything. “I had never heard of it,” I mentioned. In fact, masking the smell completely was unreal. We could disguise it with other smells and camouflage types, but we did not eliminate it.

“Naomi, what do you know about wolves like me? What do you know about medium-sized wolves?” he asked me, seriously. The street was almost empty, but some humans were chatting around the village. Several establishments were running as well.

“Not much, actually,” I said. In fact, I didn’t know much about them. In fact, it had been a while since I’d seen one.

Looking at me, Lancelot said something interesting. “Smell my scent,” he asked. I looked at him carefully, trying not to focus on the image of his naked body, minutes before. It had no smell. Lancelot had no smell. “You’re not getting it, are you? We can do that,” he said.

“They’re like you,” I asked. He agreed, and then I smelled him again. “So I didn’t feel anything. But why didn’t my children smell too?” He looked at me and stopped. Curious, I also stopped, looking at him. Then Lancelot took my right hand and squeezed it gently.

“Feel, it is shareable. By touching me, if I want, I can remove your smell. When you are in the majority, do not need the touch. That’s the reason your children don’t smell on the spot. It was probably the four who kidnapped them. I found it strange that they didn’t smell, but I had no idea about the kidnapping. I’m sorry,” he said. My heart was beating faster.

“You couldn’t have known. Anyway, it was a very useful piece of information; thank you for that,” I thanked. That would be of great help. I had no idea why a rare species of wolf would be interested in children. “Well, I need to go. I need to rest for tomorrow, you know,” I said goodbye, moving on, having a lot to assimilate.

“Naomi,” he called me. I looked back, watching him, standing still. “Did you see, didn’t you?” he asked me. We shared the pictures. Wolves could communicate in different ways. The bin. He showed me the bin. I turned completely back and walked back to him.

“You are a wolf with transformation problems. Yes, I saw it,” I said. There was no reason to lie; he did not try to hide.

“You had a mate with Casper, didn’t you? I’d never had a mate; actually, I didn’t know it was possible to have one being who I am,” he said. “Thank you for being my Luna.” He looked different from before. He was being too sincere, too friendly. “Anyway, can I accompany you?” he asked. I nodded.

We walked in silence for almost the whole way. It was comfortable to be relaxing with him. The pleasant smell of him was too comforting. The smell of the wolf was surreal.

We arrived at my house. It was ordinary, large, with a first floor. There was a path to the door and a yard at the back. At the end, a forest, where I had run to look for Jody.

“Naomi,” he called to me, as soon as we stopped. “I know it’s not the best time for this, but when you’re free, would you like to run with me?” he made me the invitation. It was common for wolves to run together. The city was big enough to contain forests, and there were many. There were many wolves in the city.

“Sure, it’ll be a pleasure,” I accepted, smiling. He smiled too, just like he did in the cafeteria. “Do you want to come in?” I asked, but he denied it, saying he had something to do. I would like him to come in. Being alone without the children was distressing.

“See you, Naomi; it was a pleasure,” he smiled again. I wanted to run up to him and ask him to stay, but I didn’t. I watched him walk and follow his way; I entered the house.

The darkness of the hallways took hold of my vision. An empty house, with only memories. Six years of much love are now gone. I sat on the couch, prepared to wait for sleep for another day. I closed my eyes, still sitting, not wanting to lie down. Likewise, I thought of the children. It had been a busy day. I was exhausted. A few minutes later, I heard a strange noise. Attention, I got up. I followed the sound. My sharpest sense was the smell, but there was no smell. I did not feel fear, so I kept following the sound.

Finally, I heard a growl behind me and was attacked by a black wolf. There was no smell, and it was a medium wolf. Without fear, I fought back, using a part of my human strength. Not belonging to a pack did not make me so weak. The wolf came up again, and I ran, trying to limit the available rooms between us. It was risky to turn in the middle of a confrontation; any movement could be fatal. Unfortunately, I was already at a disadvantage.

Worried about the advance of attacks and without time and space to transform, I tried to create an advantage. At least defensively, I could protect myself. Although not so weak, our size differences were large and my human form was reasonably fragile, so I needed to think intelligently.

The wolf was a female and continued to attack me, still without smell. I did not know the objectives for sure. Suddenly, I heard a howl not so far away, and in an instant there was another huge wolf in my room.

“Lancelot,” I said, recognizing him. His wolf had already put its claws into the intruder, causing her to bleed.

The strength of the middle wolf seemed greater than that of the female. It was common for males to be stronger. I wondered about the difference in strength between me and Lancelot since we were of different species.