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05 - Unexpected Help

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The she-wolf growled and tried to bite the wolf, but Lancelot seemed to have the situation under control. My heart calmed down, as I didn't know what to do if this continued. Surviving for my children was what I needed to do.

Suddenly, a noise was heard, distracting us and allowing the she-wolf to break free from Lancelot, slightly injuring him with her claws. The moment she ran out the back door, sirens began to sound. The wolf signaled to follow her, but I asked him not to.

“It's the police,” I said, hearing the sound of doors closing. More cars than usual. When I looked at Lancelot to warn him, he was already nakedly human. “Oh my God, Lancelot,” I cried, embarrassed.

“I didn't mean to,” he said, worried, walking towards me, but then, remembering the situation, he moved away.

“Hide, go upstairs. I'll see what they want,” I ordered as I walked through the front door. A lot was happening at that moment. When I saw him go upstairs, I opened the front door and went to meet what I expected to be a police officer. It wasn't.

Casper was standing in front of me. “Are you okay, Naomi?” he asked, looking concerned. My heart was racing, and I didn't know if it was because of the scene with Lancelot earlier or if there was a chance that Casper was actually paying attention to me again.

“What are you doing here?” I asked without answering his question.

“I heard there was a medium-sized wolf around here. I had to come; I had to protect you,” he said. For some reason I now knew, I felt bad hearing those words. Lancelot was a nice guy, but I knew he wasn't talking about him. “I have contacts, Naomi. Since I left you at the coffee shop, I've had some eyes on you for your protection,” he said. Casper really was a man of power, and not just a man, but an alpha. His concern for me to the point of providing an escort was new, but it worried me. I didn't know if Lancelot liked the idea of others knowing about his species, so I feared that these supposed eyes had seen him in his wolf form.

“She's fine,” I heard a familiar voice say. Then Lancelot was leaving my house, now dressed. He was wearing Casper's clothes that I had. Casper didn't like what he saw.

“What's he doing here, Naomi?” Casper asked, without taking his eyes off him.

“He walked me home,” I said.

“And then you take him to your house, right?” he asked me. His eyes began to turn slightly red, and he was angry. I said it wasn't what he was thinking. “And why is he wearing my clothes? Why do you have my clothes, Naomi?” he asked me, looking at me.

“It's for the children. Having your clothes would help them with the smell and affection, and it also helps to lie about your presence,” I replied. It was a lie. The clothes were there for my benefit. Whenever I missed you, I found myself smelling your clothes. The smell of a wolf was strong and didn't go away. Even if I washed it a hundred times, the smell didn't go away, at least not from ordinary wolves.

“If you weren't with her, what are you doing here?” Casper asked Lancelot, confronting him directly, giving him a push. Before he could retaliate, I stepped in front of him.

“I came to help. I transformed and didn't have any clothes, so I just took these,” he replied, almost hostilely.

“So you're more than just a coffee waiter, aren't you?” Casper confronted him. He had always had a sense of leadership and power, so it didn't surprise me that now that he actually had those things, he would show them off.

“You knew I was a wolf. And I'm the manager,” Lancelot said, pushing me out of the way and coming face-to-face with Casper. My first and second mates were together, hating each other. It was all I needed.

“I don't remember smelling you before,” Casper says. I feel Lancelot's authority waver and he feels insecure. His gaze meets mine. Fear. Maybe at the coffee shop, Lancelot was unintentionally masking his scent. Casper didn't like humans very much; possibly his hostility there was because he thought he was one. The fact was, now I knew he didn't want anyone to know he was a medium wolf, and I couldn't blame him for that.

“I'm fine, Casper,” I finally replied, trying to take the focus off Lancelot. “And I asked him to stay home for fear that one of the humans would see him,” I said. Casper understood that kind of situation. Like any wolf, he knew the difficulties of changing near humans who didn't know of our existence.

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  • The Price of a Second Chance   229 – Naomi

    The sun had not yet fully risen when I heard the first sound. A dry snap, coming from the room. I stood up slowly, barefoot on the cold floor, my heart already filled with fear. For a moment, I thought it was a dream, but another came, and another, like bones settling in the wrong place. I knew. I ran.Lancelot was sitting on the edge of the bed, his body tilted forward, his hands glued to the sheets. His skin was pale, sweat running down his temples, and the air in the room seemed denser, warmer. When he raised his face, I saw the look. It was not human. Dilated pupil, golden pulsing under the brown."Lancelot," I called, keeping my voice calm.He took a deep breath, but the sound that came out was a husky trembling, as if the lungs did not remember their own rhythm. "I… feel it." The voice failed. "Here." Pointed to the chest, almost a desperate gesture. "He does not sleep, Naomi."I approached slowly, the ground creaking low. "You’re safe here. He won’t control you.""You don’t und

  • The Price of a Second Chance   228 – Naomi

    I didn’t move for a while. The whole body seemed to be stuck, as if any movement could make the air collapse again. Casper had left, but his smell still permeated the house. I knew that if he had taken one more step, if he had insisted, he would have found Lancelot. And then nothing else would remain. The ground seemed to shake under my feet, not of fear but of the adrenaline that had not yet gone away. I had never seen him so calm. And it was worse. Furious Casper was predictable. Calm Casper was a disaster.I went to the window and looked out. His car was no longer there. The road, wet with fine drizzle, seemed longer than ever. I could almost see him driving, the cold expression, the discreet smile, the look already calculating the next step. He had not come here on impulse. He came because he wanted me to know that he knew. It was a warning. And now, the mere thought of opening the door made me feel like I was being watched. He could have left someone out there. He could be waitin

  • The Price of a Second Chance   227 – Naomi

    I felt before I heard. The air changed.The coffee was still hot in the cup when the car stopped outside. No door clapping, only slow steps on the wood of the balcony. I took a deep breath. My heart started beating faster, but I knew I couldn’t run. I couldn’t show fear. Lancelot slept in the room, breathing heavily, his body still recovering. Three knocks. Non-violent, but firm enough to make the skin shudder. I opened the door before he did."Casper." He was there."Will you invite me in?" he asked.He could have said no. He could have closed the door and locked it, feigning force. But with Casper, denial was just a different way of giving in. I took a step back. He came in. His smell dominated the air. He looked around with an almost cruel slowness.I went to the table, trying to look busy. The coffee was still steaming. He watched my every move. "Do you want some?""No. I’ve already taken it."The subtext was clear. He already knew where I had been and what I had done. "Are you a

  • The Price of a Second Chance   226 – Casper

    I always knew. From the beginning. They think they fool someone, but the problem of dealing with liars is that they believe their own stories. I don’t. I see what they’re trying to hide. Naomi’s silence, the way her phone was “unplugged” on the right night, and the blood disappearing in the forest perimeter. No one survives that ambush. No one, except an average wolf with enough stubbornness to challenge his own biology. Lancelot.I saw him almost die. I let him almost die. And yet he breathes. Naomi thinks she can hide him from me. This is what irritates me most: not the betrayal itself, but the presumption. She has always had this gift to think that love makes her invincible. But love is the most predictable of instincts.I heard from my men even before the body cooled on the forest floor. One of them appeared with a white face and a trembling voice. Said the wolf is gone. That there was blood, but no body. I could have killed him right there, just to maintain the hierarchy, but I f

  • The Price of a Second Chance   225 – Naomi

    Lancelot woke up before me. I heard the sound of the tap, the noise of the coffee being passed, the kind of noise that a short time ago would have meant a normal morning. When I left the room, he was already dressed, dark shirt, folded sleeves, still wet hair. It looked like a man trying to remember how to live."Are you going out?" I asked, leaning on the door."I want to see the coffee." It sounded simple, but the look said something else. It was as if he needed to prove something, for me and himself. I felt my stomach tighten, but did not try to stop."I’ll go with you."He hesitated for a second, as if he wanted to argue, then gave in. "All right. Maybe it’s better."We went out together, the sun already high, the cold wind cutting through the air. On the way, he kept his hands in his pockets, his shoulders tense. The city looked the same, but nothing else was familiar to me. People walked fast, avoiding eye contact. Maybe it was just an impression. Or maybe not."You should have

  • The Price of a Second Chance   224 – Lancelot

    The sun began to scratch the floor with orange, and Naomi slept with her face turned towards me, hair fallen by the pillow, a lock caught between her lips. There was a tranquility in it that I had not seen before. A simple, human beauty.Sat down slowly, careful not to wake her. The body still hurt, but the pain had shifted to a different location. It was no longer a reminder of the wolf. I got up, and each muscle responded slowly. The morning air was cold but good. I went to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee that was still left from the night before. My hands trembled a little when I held the bottle.The first cup fell almost in half, and I laughed alone. "You always sucked at coffee makers." Her voice came out sleepy and drawn and made my heart race. I turned around. Naomi was standing at the door, the blanket falling down her shoulders, her hair messed up in a way that looked like a work of art."And you always wake up when I try to do something right," I replied.She smi

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