FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

I wasn't really sure what to do with the woman in my arms. It was fairly clear she hated me, and I supposed that I understood that. I'd raped her in the night. I'd taken her from the safety of her old life, though that was more her assumption than anything else. Had I not taken her, she would have probably been dead by morning. Where we'd woken up was prime kodiak territory. Those bears avoided the were-kin, but humans were fair game to them, plus, a virgin female wandering through our territory on a full moon was probably going to be found by some male, and most of the males already had mates of the kin. That would have meant that she would have been killed in the morning.

She didn't care, of course. She didn't even care that she was carrying a precious life. I heard the distaste in her voice when she called them hell-pups, like they were just monsters, and not young born of our coupling, my babies, but hers as well. She was cold, heartless, and I wished I'd never taken her. I'd hoped to wake up with one of my own kind. There were single females who might have been out last night as well, but instead I'd ended up with a human woman who knew nothing of our kind, and now I'd have to try and keep her alive until she had my young and I could get rid of her.

That wouldn't be an easy task. Most of the humans in our pack had come looking for us, and knew the rules of our society. They respected us and wanted to join us, but this woman knew nothing, and didn't seem to care to learn. She was only concerned about herself.

We entered the town just after noon, and immediately the wolves came to see what the new scent was that I was carrying. I spread my shoulders and growled at those who came close. For better or worse this was my wife now, my mate. I had to protect her, and if I didn't produce a strong front then other single males would rape her and then kill her.

They came in all different forms, most either wolf or werewolf, but some came in their hybrid state. It wasn't an easy state to reach, and it was a sign of strength to wear it in public. Most of those in that shape were males trying to exert their dominance. I could take the form as well, though it was difficult, painful to maintain. It might have made Imava more comfortable, that form, since it resembled a human pretty closely, but I wasn't sure I was ready to cause myself pain to please her.

"Stay quiet, and don't meet anyone's eyes." I whispered to Imava before growling at a young male who'd come within claws reach. He was dressed in hybrid form, though his form was shaky and I could see the exertion on his face. It was considered bad form to wear it like that, but he was too young to know better. He could obviously smell the female and was hoping I'd give it up easily. Wolves his age only thought with their cock.

Imava turned her face into me obediently and remained as silent as she'd been the last leg home. It was surprising, given how much she'd complained before. Her weak human hands tightened a little in my fur, perhaps a bit afraid.

"What have you got there?" A large male asked. Dedrick. He was the pack beta, and he still went out every full moon, despite having two mates that wouldn't accept him bringing home another.

"My wife." I answered. I couldn't avoid talking to him, but I didn't meet his eyes. It wouldn't do to get into a fight with him, especially not with Imava with me.

"Looks like a human. A wild one, no less. Sure you don't want to just kill it and find a better one?" He asked, and I knew he wasn't joking. Others had done exactly that.

"No, I want to keep her. She's my mate now." I wrapped my arms more tightly around her.

He stepped closer. He was in full werewolf form, larger than me by nearly a foot, and wider across the chest than almost any other wolf in the pack. He stuck his nose in her direction and sniffed. "Smells like you had fun with her, anyway. Well, if you can keep her alive until she births your pups, than she is yours to keep, but I won't afford you any protection on a wilder."

I nodded. "I understand that."

He shrugged and walked away, and I hurried the rest of the way home, curious eyes following me, a few brave males even stalking me all the way back to my cabin. When I got inside I breathed out a sigh of relief and set Imava down near the bed.

"This is my home." I told her, trying not to sound as worn as I felt. Carrying her for our journey had taken some energy, but dealing with my own pack was emotionally exhausting. The cabin was nice. I'd built it myself. It had three rooms, two bedrooms and the large open main area with the cooking fire, and chairs made of wood and furs that were quite comfortable even for wolves in full were form. I was proud of it, though I realized that it might not look so nice to my new wife.

Imava turned in a slow circle, holding one of her arms with the opposite hand. Her body's lack of fur and pale skin tone showed off the dirt she'd collected during our mating and journey home. The marks on her back were hidden by her long and currently somewhat matted dark brown hair. "It's um ... It looks comfortable." She said, eyes ending on the fur covered chairs.

I let out a sigh. It wasn't hard to hear the disappointment in her voice. "I can get you clothes. Nothing as nice as what I destroyed, but comfortable, practical clothing, and there are some women that would be happy to meet you. Freya is our pack mother, and I know she'll want to help you adjust. The sink in the kitchen is fed from a rain collector on the roof. You can use that to get cleaned up. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" I'd never had a mate of any kind before. I didn't know what a female would want. I was really poorly prepared for this whole experience.

"I don't think so." She said slowly, looking a bit muddled herself. Her tones seemed to be less harsh and disapproving now anyway, though the lack of her harsher emotions left her voice sounding somewhat distressed and sad. "I'll just wash, and if you could please bring me clothing that'd be much appreciated."

I found myself looking at her body for the first time today. It was appealing, and she still smelled of last night's sex. I wanted her again, but I stifled that urge. Eventually I'd take my rights as her husband, but she could have at least one day of peace. "I'll be back soon. Don't open the door for anyone. They won't come in on their own unless they plan on challenging me, but if you let them in they'll consider it an invitation to my property. Your voice now carries my authority. Things you say and do will come back on me. In the eyes of the pack, even if not in your eyes, we have joined and are one now. If you invite someone in here, you invite an attack. They won't kill you in here, but they'll take you."

Imava had started for the kitchen but stopped to listen to me. "Alright. Don't open the door. Don't invite them in." She repeated, and then went forward again into the kitchen area.

I left through the front door and headed for Freya's house. I was friends with her and her husband. She was one of the most gentle and caring people I knew, and I was certain she'd help Imava settle in. I knocked on her door and a moment later she answered, pushing the door open with her nose. Freya was typically in wolf form, though she could shift to both were-form and the hybrid. She just didn't bother with shows of power that often.

"Well met, Freya. I need to get some clothing for my wife. She's a human girl." I explained.

Freya gave a canid smile. "I've heard, come in." She said, her voice a little rough since she was in her wolf form. It wasn't really cut out for speaking clearly, but she was quite good at it. She padded through the house to a room in the back that was used for storing supplies.

"The box on top has some dresses in it, simple things. Do you know what size she wears?" Freya asked.

I shrugged and Freya clicked her tongue and barked. "Fen, she is your wife. You need to know things about her. She'll rely on you a lot in these early days. You must be more protective, more caring."

I snorted and growled. "She hates me. She's disgusted that she's carrying my pups. It's hard to feel anything for this woman. I feel sorry for her. This wasn't the life she wanted, and she doesn't like it, but I don't really care for her. She's mean spirited, self centered, and full of anger."

Freya gave a wolfish chuckle. "You raped her last night and stole her from her life, Fen, do you expect her to just accept that and be excited to raise the children that you forced into her?"

My shoulders slumped. She was right. "I didn't want a human wife. I wanted one of the kin. I would let her go if I could, but I want my pups. I care about them, whether I care about her or not."

Freya walked forward and nuzzled me as I clawed through the box full of dresses. I tried to find a few that looked like they would fit her. I had a good eye for judging distance and size, so I hoped I'd chosen well when I gathered three different garments, one blue, one gray, and a soft green color. Freya's nuzzling sent a slight warmth through my hips and I took a step back from her.

She'd been the woman who'd introduced me to sex. It was common for males to have their first sexual experience with older females in the pack. Kin only remained fertile for a short period of time, but afterward they still maintained sexual urges, so they often shared their affections with young impulsive males, keeping them from raging with hormonal insanity. I'd taken Freya many times, sometimes in pair with her husband. The pink tip of my shaft was poking from it's sheath.

Freya noticed and she moved closer, sniffing at it before she reached out with her tongue and licked the tip. "Do you need some help with that?" She asked, turning her hips in my direction and draping her tail to one side. I gave a groan and stepped back.

"No, thanks." I said, though my body was protesting my turning down of that offer.

Freya turned and smiled at me. "I think that's the first time you've ever said no to me, Fen." She said, her tail wagging. "I think maybe your wife is more interesting to you than you're willing to admit."

I grunted noncommittally. "Come over later and meet her?" I asked.

Freya nodded. "Of course. She's probably afraid. It's not often a human wilder comes in, and they don't usually last long if they do. Be careful with her."

I gave a nod and then headed out the door and back towards the cabin. I was almost there when I saw two males at my front door, one of them was in hybrid form knocking, and the other was in wolf form, his cock hanging down between his legs, swollen and throbbing. "Open up, we just want to come in and talk."

I charged forward and growled. "Get away!" Snapped my teeth at them, and they growled back before turning and retreating, their eyes locked on me.

"You better keep a close eye on her, Fen! She smells like pleasure." The hybrid male laughed as he departed, his body shifting to its wolf form as he walked away.

I went back into the house and shut the door in my wake. "Imava?"

"Kitchen." She said back. "I didn't answer them." She added, coming to the doorway. Her flesh was somewhat cold looking from the cleaning up, her nipples erect. Her hair hung about her in long wet folds. She was running her fingers through it as she shivered, trying to get the tangles out. Her green-blue eyes were a little wide, worried.

My eyes poured over her again, taking in her features and settling on that strangely compelling slit of flesh between her thighs. My cock slid out of it's sheath part way again, and I growled and looked away as I handed her the dresses I'd brought. "Freya is coming over later." I told her. "I should have requested a comb, other things for you. I don't know how to take care of a wife." I admitted, shame in my voice.

"The men will stop pushing so hard if you can establish a place in the pack. Right now you're the omega female, and that means anyone can breed you without consequence, and the beta of the pack has officially declared he will not protect you, which is even worse. I, however, will protect you." I sighed and let my body relax. As I did my bones began to crack and shift, my muscles reshaping, and when it was all done I was in my wolf form. That was the form I'd been born to, and it was the most comfortable to wear. I figured it might be less intimidating to Imava as well.

Imava jumped backward, hitting her back on the door frame and letting out a quiet curse. She took a deep breath and looked me over, eyebrows raised. "Ok. You change." She nodded, swallowed, and gave me a small, tentative smile. "You surprised me, is all."

She picked up the dresses she'd dropped and walked over to the chairs. She put two of them over the back of one and pulled on the third one. The grey fabric was just a touch tight on her and she pulled it down and then seemed to adjust herself into it. It looked good on her, followed her most appealing curves. She gave me another small smile and then sat in one of the chairs. "I'm sorry, it seems you stumbled upon a rather troublesome wife for yourself."

I shrugged my shoulders and jumped up onto the chair next to her and curled up. Wolves enjoyed being close to others, and this was my wife. Whether she wanted it or not, I wanted to bond with her. "I guess I could have warned you." I said, my voice a bit whispery in my wolf form. My vocal chords were built for howling, growling and snarling in this form, but speech was still possible. It just took extra control. "I have three forms. This one is the form I was born to. It's the easiest for me to maintain. The bigger form, the werewolf, that's my secondary form. My father was born a werewolf, so it runs strong in me. The third form is the hybrid form. It is closer to you, human. If it would make you feel safer here, I can use that form when I'm at home." I didn't tell her that doing so would hurt me, that it would be difficult and mean that I would never be relaxed while around her. If it might lead to her being more comfortable, I could manage it.

Imava seemed to reach out without thinking, petting me along my length as she looked at the place for the cooking fire, her mind clearly thinking through a lot. "Whatever you feel best in. If I have to somehow establish myself in the pack, I suppose I'll be getting used to everyone's different forms." Her hand found my head, scratching behind my ears. She looked over and seemed to realize what she was doing. She blushed and lifted her hand from me, leaving it hovering in the air. "Oh I'm sorry, does that bother you?"

It had felt good, affectionate, which made me happy. It felt like actual bonding. "No, it doesn't bother me. Touch is how wolves bond, well, one of the ways we bond. If you like to pet me, then you can do so." I told her, though I had some minor mixed feelings about it. Her hands felt good on me, and the sensations felt good without being sexual, but it was still near the full moon, and my lust was running high. My brush with Freya earlier, and then Imava's body as I'd come in had left me aroused, excited. A part of me kept repeating, She's your wife now. She's yours. You can take her when you want her. It wasn't easy to stifle that desire, and I certainly didn't want to spoil this moment of honesty and good nature between us.

Imava brought her hand back down, stroking down my neck. She was watching me now though. She ran her hand along my side. Her face seemed somewhat distressed, her mind churning, but unlike earlier she didn't feel the need to voice them to me. As she continued to pet me, however, she seemed to gradually relax, her eyes going over my fur. She reached and scratched my outer back leg, high up on my flank. She knew how to pet and scratch me well. It felt good, but was bringing her hand dangerously close to my excitement.

She brought her hand from my thigh to my side, sliding her hand toward my belly. She seemed to notice my excitement then and she blushed again. "Oh." She said, sounding more surprised than anything, not angry or disgusted. Then I saw her unconsciously wet her bottom lip with her tongue. She clearly, on some level, wanted me too. Her hand had retreated up my side toward my back again, toward safer territory. She bit her bottom lip lightly and then slid her hand back down to my stomach, just above my cock. "Is that ... Do you want me then?" She asked quietly, cheeks going red. Her hand not on me bunched in her dress on her thigh. She was nervous, and I couldn't much blame her with how rough I'd been to her so far.

"I do." I told her. "But I won't force you to take me if you don't want me. Not now anyway. There are times when my lust runs hot, and if I don't mate you, I'll have to mate someone else. I'd prefer it to be you." The insides of my ears turned a bit pink, a blush I hoped she didn't know how to recognize. Most of my cock had slid out of its sheath now. It was laying across my stomach, pink and pulsating gently with my desire for her to touch me. If she rejected me now I'd probably need to visit Freya tonight.

Imava still seemed nervous, but she reached out and ran her fingers lightly over my length, exploring just a little. "Isn't it odd for you, to have a mate with so little fur? I'm attractive to my people, I just wouldn't think I would be so much to yours." She unfastened the front of her dress, and tugged open the neckline to expose her breasts, nipples still half erect.

My cock bobbed in place, excited at seeing her body again. "You're body is feminine in more ways than just to look at. You smell sexually enticing, and you exude health and strong genetics. We are something not quite wolf, not quite human, and not quite were-creature, and as such we never really lost our sexual attraction to those with which we're close. You are beautiful to me in many ways." Her question made me curious. "Do you find me at all attractive? Human's keep tamed wolves as pets, do they not? Dogs. Am I like that to you, just an animal?" I lifted my muzzle to her chest and flicked one of her nipples with my tongue.

"We do keep dogs." She said, watching my tongue slide over her breast. "I'm told I shouldn't find you attractive." She smiled slightly and blushed quite a dark red color, and her tongue darted out again to brush her upper lip lightly this time.

"I'd like to be with you now, if you'd enjoy it." I told her, my shaft throbbing in her hand. I leaned up to gently nip at her breast again, and wagged my tail.

She swallowed hard, clearly still conflicted, but also nodded. Imava took off her dress over her head. "Here in the living room? Our bodies ... what position should I take for this?"

"We can go to the bedroom if you'd like, and if this form isn't appealing for you, I can choose another. In this form it's easiest to take you from behind, but if you lay at the edge of the couch with your sex right at the edge, I can mount you there as well." For some reason my cock was throbbing really hard at the thought of this. There was something different about this encounter than any other I'd had before. I realized this was the first time I'd be having sex with my wife because she wanted to be with me. She was mine in a way that Freya never would have been.

I found myself wanting to please her, and willing to go out of my way to make it better for her, which was something I wouldn't have considered this morning. Imava considered, then went to the couch and sat on its edge. She leaned back, exposing her sex to me as she brought her heels up to hook onto the edge of the couch as well. "Like this?" Her voice was soft and shy, eyes a little wide.

I got to my feet, gazing at her sex and taking her scent. "Yes, like that." Her sex was open, and I could see that she was wet. I slid up between her legs, placing a forepaw on either side of her body as I placed the tip of my shaft against her sex. I growled lightly as I pushed myself into her, forcing my instinct to calm. In wolf form it was difficult. I wanted to be rough, to bit her neck and take her quick and hard, but this time I wanted her to know I wouldn't always be like that. I wanted to prove I could be gentle as well.

I slid my canine shaft all the way into her body, looping my front legs around her thighs so I could hold her as I began to move inside her sex. She gasped sharply when I entered, her body tensing for pain, but after a moment she relaxed some. She blushed again, looking into my face. Her eyes traveled my length to where our bodies joined and the sight seemed to excite her. She moaned softly, one hand coming up to sink into the fur at my neck as the other rested against my side. Her eyes moved back to my face, her lids relaxed now over eyes that were a bit muddied with desire.

She was wet and warm around my length, and I couldn't help but begin to move inside her with a bit more vigor. Her sheath seemed to grip me perfectly, squeezing me as I pressed inward, and pulling against my length as I drew backwards as though she didn't want me to leave her. I didn't want to leave her. She felt amazing around me. I nipped lightly at her breasts, running my tongue over her hard nipples and nipping lightly at her neck.

My balls began to tighten and I felt my knot slide out of my sheath. Knotting a female was a very intimate thing to do. It could take an hour for that swelling to go down enough to remove it, and I wasn't sure if she was ready for that kind of intimacy yet. I knew I'd have to hold back when I came. I growled against her neck. "Cumming soon, Imava." I managed to get the words out, though it wasn't easy.

She was gasping beneath me now, body arching beneath mine and quaking slightly with her own building release. "Ok." One of her hands pressed lightly against the back of my head and neck while the other strayed down my body further, her fingers pulling at my back leg, urging me on into her. She moaned again, softly still, hips rotating forward and backward slightly with my movements.

I slid into her another five or six times and then my entire shaft twitched as I began to cum inside of her. I let loose a loud growl and gently clamped my jaw on her shoulder. I forced my teeth not to close down too hard as my hips slammed into her. My knot slid forward and I pushed against her as I came, but I held back that hard press that I knew would drive it into her body. Gentle, Fen. Gentle. It was one of the more difficult things I'd ever done, but somehow I managed to hold myself back as I came inside of her body.

I was rewarded by feeling her own body give way to mine, her sheath tightening on me as she came as well. She'd cried out when I latched onto her shoulder lightly, that and my cum had seemed to trigger her own release. She sat forward just a little, enough to bury her own face against my neck fur as she gasped raggedy through her orgasm.

I kept rolling my hips against hers until she'd come down from her orgasm, and then I let my shaft slide out of her sex. Copious amounts of cum poured out of her. In my wolf shape I would keep cumming as long as I was inside of her. It was one way canines made sure to impregnate their females. Once knotted, a male wolf could continuously cum for up to a half an hour. The stimulation of being wrapped inside of a female was necessary though. I slipped down between her legs and lapped up the excess mess, cleaning her folds. It was an instinctual thing to do, but I could also tell by the way she moved as I did it that she liked what I was doing.

Imava put her hand on my head lightly and moaned louder, her body soon going into a second orgasm from my tongue's attention. Then her body started to relax, quivering less as she came down again. "Oh that's good." She said breathlessly. "That was all good. For me."

I gave her a few last licks, and then hopped up next to her on the couch. I curled up close to her and draped my tail over her body. "It was good for me as well. I . . " I was a bit embarrassed, but I wanted her to know I'd enjoyed it more because it was with her. ". . . am glad I could do that with you. I would like to get closer to you."

Imava smiled a little, and sat back against the couch. She tucked her legs up beside her and pulled a blanket from the back of the couch over her body. Then she reached out and started stroking my fur again. She sighed, relaxing and leaning back against the couch as she pet me. "I have a lot to be afraid of." She said quietly, and it sounded like she was telling herself that, allowing herself to recognize it.

Before I could say anything, there was a scratching at the door. Freya, probably. Imava opened her eyes and sat up, looking to me a moment before getting up and tugging her grey dress back on.

I hopped up and brushed against her leg on my way to the door. The latch on the inside was set up so I could managed it with a paw in wolf format. I hopped up on my back legs and disengaged the lock and poked the door open with my nose, letting Freya into the room.

"Freya, this is my wife Imava. Imava, this is my good friend and mentor, Freya. Freya is one of the few of us that you can trust under any circumstance. She's considered the Pack's mother because she likes to take care of us."

Freya flicked her ears and smiled a wolfish grin. "Fen is too kind, but it is a pleasure to meet you Imava."

Some sort of training seemed to have kicked in for Imava. She gave a very pretty curtsey, and a very genuine looking smile. "Of course, the pleasure is all mine." She said in an almost sing-song tone.

I could see the puzzlement on Freya's face, though I wasn't sure Imava could. Freya opened her mouth in a wolfish laugh. "My, girl, you aren't the normal lot of wilder we get around here. Did Fen steal you out of some caravan of misguided nobles on vacation? Most of what we get here, at least the ones who aren't Devoted, are escaped prisoners, or people running from some darkness in their life. You seem to be something else entirely."

"My father is the Marquis of Mytalna." Imava said, her smile having faded just a little. It seemed like normally there would be more to say on the subject, but she'd stopped prematurely. She also seemed a bit nervous now. She still offered Freya a seat, and took one herself, tucking her skirt beneath her legs carefully as she did so. In a way, all this formality made me realize how relaxed she'd really been before, and I hadn't thought she'd been relaxed much.

"Oh my, Fen didn't um . . . " Freya seemed a bit lost for words. "He didn't kill anyone in your father's group did he?"

My back stiffened a bit. I remembered parts of the mating, but I didn't remember exactly how I'd come on Imava. I hoped I hadn't killed anyone in her family. I hadn't even thought to ask. If I had, there could be serious trouble. Killing high bred folks always caused trouble.

"No I was alone. I was lost. I'd been wandering a while, and then finally stopped when it became too dark and cold. Fenrick ... found me fairly early in the night." Imava said, coloring just a little and looking away from us both. She tucked some of her dark brown and still slightly damp hair back behind one ear.

I let out a sigh of relief, and I could see Freya relax as well. "It's not all bad, dear." Freya said in a comforting tone. "Fenrick is a good man, and you may be happy to know you've married into royalty."

"Freya!" I snapped with a growl.

Freya growled back and then chuckled. "No use hiding it boy, she'll find out eventually anyway. Fenrick was the son of the old pack Alpha, and his line had run this pack for close to a hundred years. He was set to inherit the pack when Voltas and his kin came in and took over. They let Fenrick live."

"Yes, they let me live after they killed my parents in front of me, and Voltas took my sister as his mate." I snapped. I didn't like to think about that time. The ten years since then hadn't been easy. I'd had to fight my way up from the bottom of the pack. They'd let me live, but they'd stripped me of everything. I knew it had been their intention for me to die, but I'd resisted death at every turn, and finally I had a place in my own pack again.

"Still," Freya went on. "Fen is strong blooded, and his family was honorable and noble. They were better days for this pack, but good days breed weaker wolves, and Voltas' pack proved that out."

Imava's smile had fallen to a frown with slightly raised eyebrows. "Well, I'm sorry to hear about your family Fenrick." She said to me. It was hard to read her expressions, part of it was her lack of wolf features, but another was this mask she'd put on for Freya. She let out a small sigh through her nose, something about that and her posturing indicating the topic was going to change. "If Fenrick says I can always trust you Freya, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to teach me a great deal. From what I've seen, the things I know how to do won't be appreciated here, and I've had most of the things that would be of use done for me up until now."

Freya nodded. "That is to be expected. It will be important going forward for you to establish a value to the pack structure. If you don't, you'll keep the place of pack omega, and in that position you're good for nothing but sex. Fenrick can, of course, keep the other males away from you, but he obviously can't watch you every second of the rest of your life. Being human, however, gives you skills that the kin do not possess. Even in hybrid form we have trouble with very delicate work, so you might want to learn a skill that takes precision and dexterity of the hands. Do you have any experience working wood? If you can carve that would be quite helpful."

"No, I'm afraid not." Imava said, frowning slightly more. "I can do needlework, embroidery, but there doesn't seem to be much use for clothing and certainly not anything as decorative as that. I can learn woodworking though. I just ... I'll need some help with basic things, I'm afraid." Imava colored again, embarrassed. "I can barely start my own fire. I don't know anything about cooking, or cleaning. And beyond that, I don't even know what to ask about I know so little of whatever else needs doing." She had tensed even more, looking down at her hands in her lap.

Freya took a step in her direction and pushed her head against the girl. "It's alright, Imava. We'll find something you can do. Needlework might actually be useful. Werewolf houses have coat-of-arms, and if you could embroider family crests, they would probably be worth a heavy amount in trade. Only the alpha has a properly embroidered crest, and I'm sure a few others would like one as well, which will probably inspire the alpha to want a larger one. If I get you a picture of my house crest, could you embroider the pattern for me?"

Imava nodded. "With the proper materials, of course. I didn't come here with anything." Imava's hand had gone to Freya's head, it was a tentative pet from there though, nothing like she'd been doing with me.

Freya nodded. "That won't be a problem. I'll have my husband, Brand, bring over some supplies for you to get started tomorrow morning. Once I see how well you do on mine, I'll give you the Alpha's crest, and you can make him a larger one as a gift. That should earn you his protection, and then you won't have to stay cooped up as much." Freya rubbed her head into Imava. "You'll be alright, dear."

Imava gave her a small smile and scratched behind her ears a moment. "Thank you, Freya." She said quietly.

Freya stayed for supper which was a simple stew I put together, and then she left and headed home, leaving my wife and I to ourselves for the remainder of the evening. Eventually we settled into bed for Imava's first night in what was to be her new home. I stayed in my wolf form most of the time, not only because it was comfortable, but because it seemed to put her at ease to some degree.

"What did you think of Freya?" I asked her as we laid together, her beneath the fur covers of the bed, and me laying on top of them.

"She was nice." Imava said. She had a hand out on my front leg, not petting now but just resting there. She seemed to like touching me in this form. "Making the crests will make it easier for you, right? No more young males banging on the door?"

"It'll make it safer for you, so yes, easier for me. Once you establish a value to the pack, the males won't be permitted to treat you like an omega. They won't be allowed to breed you without my express permission, and they'll never get that. I'm sorry that life here is so frightening for you. It would have been different in my parents pack."

She frowned slightly. "It's not your fault the pack is as it is." She said carefully, and then shrugged. "It is what it is. Either I'll be fine, or I won't." Her voice had gone rather unhappy, though I couldn't read exactly where it fell on the spectrum. There was something of a lack of concern about it either way. She leaned forward and kissed the top of my head briefly, then settled back and tucked herself in against the bed. She closed her eyes, trying to go to sleep though clearly not there yet.

I curled in closer to her and huffed in her ear. "Hey, you'll be fine, Imava. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I'll protect you. I promise."

She sighed back. "I know you will." Something about her tone was off.