*Therian*  I am howling out my pain, raking my fingers through my hair and down over my chest in despair, trying to contain the immense pain.    My mate has been taken from me and the wolf inside me is going insane with grief, wanting to break out and run amok… He, well me too, to be honest, wants to kill her Alpha for selling her … and we want to find that nasty Mr Evill and rip him to shreds... we want to save my mate.    “I am sorry son,  I tried my best, I really did”. My father looks upset. “Maybe ... someone else will come along ... another mate, a second chance mate”.    “No.. “. I growl, as I whip around to face him. “She is mine ... I do not care that he bought her. I need to go get her, save her and bring her back”.    My father shakes his head in despair. “You can’t just do that son ... not only would it give us problems with her pack, and the ot

 *Catwulf*  I breathe in deeply, the room has a faint scent of the forest after a rainstorm and logs burning on the fire, with a hint of something spicy I can’t fully place. The scent wrapping itself around me, invading my senses.  My eyes blink open and I try to remember where I am, and what happened. My head is kinda feeling like it is filled with cotton candy.  Then a deep warm voice sounds. “Good morning my love”.  “Oh ... morning”. I look up at him, and it all comes flooding back, the action, my handsome mate, Being bought by Mr. Evill, him trying too … Oh God..  I am biting my lip, and returning my focus to my mate. He is only wearing jeans, his broad bulging chest with the cover of dark hair bare ... he looks sexy and masculine, a real Alpha. And he is the source of the delicious smell.  H

  2 weeks later *Cathwulf* I am sitting in the room, our room, me and my mate, Therian’s room. I had thought this would be where I found true happiness, having a mate, being his … instead all I have found is loneliness and pain.  Not that he hurts me, not physically at least. Mostly he ignores me, the few times I see him. He is taking his job as Alpha very seriously it seems.  He has someone bring me food three times a day, and I have gotten new clothes too. Once a day a stern looking woman comes and takes m

3 months late *Cathwulf* The menu offered at Joe’s Diner switches to lunch at ten in the morning, though we continue to serve breakfast throughout the day for anyone who wants it; very few customers ever actually want a burger and fries that early. The breakfast crowd is gone for today and I have cleaned all the booths and tidied the counter, so I wander to the glass front door to glance up and down the street to look for … I am not sure … in the beginning it had been to see if anyone might be coming for me, now it is more of a habit. I am far away from my old life, living as a human and hiding under the very normal and human name Sarah Smith and I have adopted a southern accent, that I funnily find easy … I am happy in my new life where no one thinks I am special and no one wants to buy me or breed me. The werewolf life is in my past, so I am not even sure I am considered a rogue. None of the few pedestrians have eyes set on the place, so I return to the counter. I can hear th