June did not know that real werewolves existed, nor about the occurrences during the full moons and the approach of the blood moon. The blood moon was responsible for the union of mates as well as strengthening transformations. The wolves' sexuality blossomed, and many cubs were conceived under this moon.
After Kurt had left, she found herself alone, with only a lantern's glow for company. She wandered around the shabby cabin with gaps between the boards that made up the walls and the thatched roof. She perused items on the shelves and discovered plain dresses made of cheap fabric, some undergarments, and a slipper.
She opened another door, which he had said led to the backyard and a nearby river. But the backyard was a forest, invisible in the dark. She would need to wait. Wanting to urinate but with no bathroom, she retreated a little and relieved herself right there on the ground. Wet and without a means to clean herself, she returned to the cabin to wait for dawn.
She lay on the narrow, hard bed and tried to sleep. She was cold but had nothing to cover herself with. Kurt had forgotten that humans aren't as warm as werewolves and hadn't left any sheets, not even to cover the mattress. She succumbed to sleep from exhaustion, unaware of the howls that filled the night, celebrating the impending full moon.
Dr. Malek arrived at the hospital early, eager to transfer his patient without anyone noticing. But upon finding her absent, he was thrown into a panic, questioning night guards and nurses about her whereabouts, but no one knew. Kurt arrived and joined the search, feigning ignorance.
The Alpha witnessed the commotion and ordered it to stop; if she had run away, it was her problem. Malek calmed down but was not at peace, instead becoming more vigilant, observing everything and everyone. It was late in the afternoon when he pretended to leave and stayed hidden, watching. He saw Kurt emerge and retrieve a bag from the underbrush before heading into the forest.
"Malek, what are you doing in the bushes, still looking for the child?"
"No, Alpha, there's a strange sensation in the air, and it's not from the blood moon approaching."
"You feel it too? It's like a premonition," said the Alpha.
"Do you think he'll attack?"
"I don't know; if he does, he'll be defeated, as he's still too young for such an endeavor."
"You must be joking," laughed the doctor, "he's no youth anymore, and his strength only grows each year, fueled by anger and pain towards you."
"Disrespectful boy, thinks he's my illegitimate son, but his mother wasn't my mate, and it is known that werewolves only reproduce with their mates."
Malik said nothing, but he knew of cases where pure-blooded Alphas like him impregnated strong females who could endure them, due to the males' brute strength. Most females died, but it hadn't been so with Rude, the rogue and resentful Alpha's bastard son.
Rude departed from the Lunar Fire Pack as soon as he realized he was unwanted, an outcast who would never amount to anything. He roamed the world, gathering other misfits, asserting his Alpha dominance. He formed a new pack, and once they were numerous enough, he took over a smaller pack by killing its Alpha. Rude grew in power and reputation and was known as the Shadow of Death.
The supposed boy was in truth a formidable Alpha male, a large and powerful werewolf who gained strength by absorbing the power of those Alphas he had slain. If Rude decided to invade the pack, Don Ramon—as the Alpha liked to be called—might not have the strength to withstand it. The Alpha left as silently as he had arrived, and it was too late to follow Kurt.
The young male reached the cabin and was displeased by the scent, as his lupine nose was finely tuned, disliking that June had relieved herself so close to the cabin - she should have gone to the river. Entering the cabin, he looked at the young woman, who also reeked, and asked:
"What happened, didn't like the river?"
"I've never ventured out before; I don't know what a river is like, and there's no washroom here, nor water to drink."
"Come, it's getting dark, but I'll take you there anyway because you smell too bad, you'll get sick."
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her along, using too much force and marking her delicate skin. They weaved through the trees and underbrush, oblivious to the scratches inflicted on her. They arrived at the river, and he showed her how shallow it was and that she needn't fear. He handed her the soap he had brought and ordered her to wash.
"Wash off all that stench covering you."
"Turn around, so I can undress."
"Don't be ridiculous, I've seen you naked several times."
"But…"
"Hurry up, I brought you food and need to leave. You must learn to fend for yourself; I'm not your caretaker."
She said nothing, crouched down, disrobed, and scrubbed herself with the soap—a true relief. At La Cruz's house, they bathed often; they couldn't smell when clients arrived. She finished, washed her dress, and clothed herself just to cover up until she got back to the cabin.
Kurt regarded this as absurd because female wolves felt no shame in their naked bodies, as it was a natural outcome of their transformations. He ripped the wet dress and threw it away, dragging her back to the cabin, where she arrived with even more scratches on her body. She hurried to find another dress and put it on, staining it with spots of red blood.
Kurt detected the scent and saw her condition, finally realizing that caring for a human was more challenging than it seemed. He showed her the food he had brought, the water bottles, then left, feeling irritated. It would be a while before he returned to see if she could manage herself.
What he hadn't anticipated was the tempest that struck that night. The wind whistled through the cabin's gaps, carrying rain, and the roof also gave way—a portion collapsed, and another part flew off. For June, the fallen piece was a blessing; she sheltered beneath it, though she was already drenched.
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