Protective Instincts Novels & Stories

"Those are your friends! How can you say something like that!" "I know, and he knows, but they also know. It`s the beast’s instinct to protect his offspring, but also his mate. Haven’t you noticed how everyone has been keeping their distance? How do they eat at other times than usual and all that?" "Yes, but it’s not so weird, is it? You growl and bare your teeth like a crazy person every time they lay eyes on you. I mean, I would have avoided you, too."

And I watched from the margins, knowing that any misstep on my part could push her further from me or worse, put her in danger. The first time a rogue pack member tried to confront her, I had been able to feel it, it had been an instinctive surge of protectiveness snapping through me like a live wire. The rogue had been wiry, sly, with that familiar glint in his eye that could only mean one thing which is trouble. I was already moving before Ella could even realize the threat.

“I hope he’s had his rabies shots.” Dad smirked before answering. He seemed to be choosing his words with care. “That makes more sense than you realize. He’s very protective of you and has been since we moved here. Werewolves are territorial by nature, and the need to protect the things they care for is written into the essence of their being. You’ll notice it when Circe finds something she loves. She’ll fight tooth and nail to keep that love safe. Perseus found that instantly with your mother and is still protective over you and Vinny because of it. There are some things that the rational human side can’t stop. Your human side could be screaming about common sense and consequences and tryin

He was three feet away so I started to move back slightly. I shook my head, and slowly I felt my claws come out because my body started to send alarms telling me, he looks like a threat. And he sees them. It's not like I was hiding it. It's a wolf instinct to protect itself, so if I feel threatened, protect myself. And I should've known with Brycin. But he's going to suffer so much, suffer with so much pain he put me in. I can't believe I trusted him as my best friend.

Conscious. And he was looking at Tristan with satisfaction, not concern. Something hot and violent exploded in my chest, something primal and protective that I'd never felt before. It was more than anger, more than rage. It was the fierce, terrifying instinct of a mother protecting her young, even though those young were barely formed, barely real yet. "You tried to kill him," my voice came out wrong, too calm, too quiet, and I stood on shaking legs.

“Because I wouldn’t trust her motives on showing up suddenly, after never having any contact. I would always question if she really wanted to be a part of my life or if she wanted to be a part of my life to get something out of it.” “I guess I never considered that.” “I wouldn’t expect you to. You always want to see the best in people, and that’s one of things I love about you. It’s different for me because my first instinct is to protect those I love, my pack, and my home. In that order. If her motives are strictly selfish than I’m going to want to protect you, and my family from her taking advantage or hurting any of those I love. Especially you.” “That’s true.”

"Then what?" "Something older," he said. "Something that reads as apex." He searched for the right words, careful, like he was handling something sharp. "It's an instinct buried so deep most wolves never feel it their whole lives. It tells them there is something in the room worth protecting above everything else. Above orders. Above their own safety. Above reason." He paused, watching my face. "They don't choose it," he said. "That's what I need you to understand. None of those wolves out there decided to stop and stare. Their bodies just did it. Some part of their wolf brain recognized your blood and reacted before any of the thinking parts could catch up."

Alma had never experienced this, though the young girl stared at Alma with excitement and curiously, Alma could also see that the same eyes had two meaning. Her eyes were clearly screaming, “read my future, I dare you.” Alma smiled at the young girl, she would rather not show that she feared the seven-year-old. “Alma, did you ever see the protectors?” The young girl asked as smiled brightly at her. “Yes, and I'll tell you the story” Alma said as she smiled at the girl. “The protectors are the chosen ones of the Sovereigns. They are the strongest, fastest and most powerful of each race,” Alma wheezed out, trying to suppress a cough.

Megan smiles. “Okay, so basically he is right in saying it's a Shifter thing. Shifters have really extreme protective instincts. They're born that way and the more dominant they are the more responsible they feel for those in their care. As Alpha, Bels is basically stressed out all the time with responsibility. But anyway, because of these instincts, Shifter men can get a little overprotective. If they don't feel like they are doing everything in their power to protect those in their care they basically freak out. They get all nervous and paranoid about every single potential threat and basically drive everyone around them crazy.” She explains. I shake my head

It’s me who has to get used to this, the way defending her doesn’t feel like strategy, or image management, or damage control. It feels like instinct. And instincts are dangerous. Especially mine.