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I sobbed softly as I dragged the blade through my skin again for probably the hundredth time. I hated being alive, I hated myself, I hated everything. Eight months ago, my parents, my heavily religious bible thumping parents, found out I was gay, and a 'furry'. They were understandably livid, and after blaming each other they decided I needed to repent.

I was locked in the house, my Mom refused to talk to me any more except to tell me to do chores or get in my room and stay there. My Dad would come home drunk and, after asking me if I had corrected my sinful ways, would pull off his belt and beat me for not giving him the answer he wanted. My brothers would ridicule me, taunt me, point fingers and insult me, then once that got old they would just beat me senseless. Sorrow and misery turned to anger, which eventually turned inwards on myself because of my parents constant scornful words, it eventually turned to self loathing and depression, which eventually lead to my self harm and suicide attempts.

My parents never saw a problem, spouting that my self hard was attempts to carve stigmata onto myself in an attempt to call the lord for healing and deliverance from my sinful ways. Even when I had a broken ribs, or any other injury that was not self inflicted, they told me it was the lords will that the sin was beaten out of me any way possible and any suffering was all in the lords name and I should prey for healing.

After a few weeks of this I had had enough and decided to flee. It was a Sunday and the whole family was out of the house at church for Sunday mass. They didn't take me, spouting that a sinner like me should not enter the most holy of sites. I was in my room as usual, they would keep me locked in here when they didn't need me to do chores around the house. They would often just leave me in here for a whole day, not even giving me food. They and bolted it securely from the other side but I didn't even bother with the doors. I grabbed my backpack that I had stuffed with a few sets of clothes and my phone charger, then jumped through my bedroom window, shattering the glass and injuring myself. I didn't care that I had more cuts, I just fled, not caring where I was going.

I've spent most of my days just walking in the one direction, trekking between one homeless shelter to the next trying to get as far away as possible. At each one they would try to stop me from leaving, to try to talk to me about my self harm or why I was on the streets. Each time I left telling them to just forget about me. Usually I was up and out of there quick in the mornings, only staying for the dinner and breakfast after spending the night on a bed in their bunk rooms. To pass the time during the day, especially when I was extremely hungry or I was too tired to keep walking. I would write a journal on my phone, keeping track of where I had been and what I had seen that day.

In the first few months, I would randomly see my face plastered to signs with 'lost please help' on it and the number to my parents home. I'd rip it down and shred it before moving on. I knew they were looking for me, probably to abuse me some more and send me to one of their religious anti-gay bible camps. Like hell I would go to one, there was NOTHING wrong with me! I ignored the countless texts and calls they would throw my way, I had no reason to answer them after the very first and only ever reply of 'Fuck you, I never want to see you again'.

Sadly at one place I stayed my bag with my clothes was stolen while I slept, thankfully my phone and its charger was kept safe in the office. So all I had now was my phone, and the clothes on my back. I continued on my way, crossing a few state lines as I went till I came to this town. It seemed decent enough but there was an oddly hight amount of cops roaming the streets. The woods close by were swarming with people on most nights as well and I had heard a few wolves howling out in the woods on occasion.

There wasn't a homeless shelter in this town sadly, but they seemed to throw away allot of good stuff and passable food... so I would rummage through their bins and plug my phone into external power sockets at night. On the nights I went to sleep starving, unable to find food, I found solace in the bite of a blade as I tried to end the pain or simply distract myself from it. Sadly I would always wake up the next morning more hungry than the night before and would often cut again seeking relief. As the days passed, it started to get colder and colder as winter approached and finding shelter from the cold nights was getting harder and harder but somehow I always managed.

On one specific night I lay close to the back of a fireplace of the largest family home in the area. I had been checking it out from afar for a few days now and had found out a few useful things about its construction that worked to my advantage. My location was covered, and not visible to those who weren't specifically looking for it from the inside or outside. My phone was plugged in and charging via an outdoor socket close by and I hoped it, like myself, would get a full recharge tonight.

I had not managed to find food yet again, and so was back to drawing the all too familiar edge of a blade through my skin. The blood would probably freeze before I bled out, but I had grown accustomed to the behaviour and found it oddly comforting to do. I soon curled up to sleep, trying to stay close to the warm bricks of the fireplace hoping it would keep me alive at least even if I didn't know why I wanted to survive one more night.

I was awoken some time later by the sound of a heated argument followed by gunfire from inside the house. The bricks had grown cool but were still radiating warmth to everything close by. I didn't wait, or really want to see what was going on. Jumping up quickly I grabbed my phone and charger and ran. The sun was starting to come up, so that meant I would have been up soon anyway to be on the move before there was a chance I was spotted. I trudged across town, staying out of sight for the most part while seeing cars and people in one hurry or another to get somewhere.

There seemed to be some big commotion going on, so I was not really noticed as I tried to make my way out of the other side of town that I had come in on. I shivered slightly and gripped my jacket tighter to myself trying to fend off the cold and ignored the burning pain in my wrists from the fresh cuts I had given myself, which only accompanied the empty pain in my stomach.

"Why did it all end up this way?" I mumbled to myself "Why did I end up on the streets when all my parents had to do was love me for who I am... I haven't changed from the boy I once was..." I gave a deep sigh and trudged on, walking down an alleyway.

"They are probably at church right now... preying for me to be saved from hell... or sent to it for being a Satan loving sinner..." If I could cry I would at this point but by now my tears were all used up over my family and I had none left to give for their hard-heartedness. That's when I heard something... a soft whimper. It had caused me to stop, but when I didn't hear it again, I shrugged it off and kept walking thinking it was nothing more than the wind. A few moments later tho I heard it again, a whimper of distress. It sounded like a puppy and it pulled at my badly tattered heart.

"Guess I could save at least one life." I mumbled and looked to the two story house the sound came from.

I climbed the fence into the reasonable back yard and stole towards the back of the house. I could hear the whimpering better now. It defiantly sounded distressed, and I couldn't help but want to save the poor thing. Maybe while I was in the house I could find myself something to help with this burning, stabbing hunger too. The back door was unlocked, and I was able to just walk in unimpeded. Foolish people leaving their doors unlocked... if I was a burglar I could make off with so much stuff right now but that wasn't what I was here for.

I peaked around, the house was nice, it reminded me so much of home just without the Christian crap hanging all over the walls. Here they had wolf sculptures and paintings on the walls giving a pleasing aesthetic to the rooms. The kitchen was well stocked, and I would try to take advantage of that when I was on my way out the door but I didn't see any food for pets or especially puppies. This confused me somewhat, why wouldn't they have any of this stuff if they had a puppy? There was even a fire going in one room, warming the lower levels of the house, but the puppy noises were coming from upstairs where it would be colder.

"The puppies are more important than I am," I thought to myself "Anything and anyone is more important than I am." I figured I would make something for them when I found them, for now I made my way towards one of the bedrooms up stairs. Hearing the whimpering from behind a door, I opened it and blundered my way in seeing the small litter of three adorable puppies but that is not what stopped me in my tracks. The large dog, obviously their mother, laid curled around them protectively.

Of course they would be with their mother! How could I have been so stupid!? That's why there was no Puppy food! And why they weren't downstairs with the warm fire! They obviously weren't old enough to be away from momma! And I had woken her when I entered the room! She looked up at me and snarled, my mind telling me that this was it, It would be over soon. There was a brief moment while we stared at each other when I heard myself say.

"Oh..." Before she was up and upon me, grabbing me by the ankle causing me to fall backwards with a scream and bang my head, passing out from the impact with the carpeted floor.

I groaned softly some time later as I came round. My whole body hurt, with more pain coming from my head and ankle. However I was laying somewhere soft and comfortable and I was warm and felt clean for a change obviously having been washed. There was someone stroking my hair and I groaned again trying to wake myself up knowing I was in deep, deep trouble. Maybe finally I would be put out of my constant self torment and anguish? But something told me I wouldn't be, the way this person was stroking my hair made me curious as to what was going on.

"Hello sleeping beauty," A deep, masculine voice said soothingly above me, my eyes shot open and I tried to sit up to run, to get away and find somewhere safe or a corner to die in only for a hand to be placed on my chest and hold me down firmly but with a gentleness that flouted the real strength he had "Don't get up, the doctor says you need to rest, besides, where could you go on a broken foot?" He said mater of factly but with some humour behind it almost like he was mocking me.

I groaned loudly and rubbed my face, he was right sadly, where would, or could I go? With my foot in the state he described, I wouldn't even get to the door. I was in so much trouble this time and couldn't help but fear for my life.

There It was again, the fear for my continued existence. Why was I doing that? I hated my life and I frequently tried to tell my body that with the edge of a razor blade. I couldn't feel my clothes on me, so I would need to hunt for them to find my blades to tell my body that yet again.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked groggily and looked up at him. He was kind of cute, he had soft blue-green eyes and a wide warming smile. Everything else in the room wobbled slightly from my daze and bang to head but I could tell I was in another house to the one I broke into. Large windows with red curtains, a few chairs, and a wardrobe in the corner, I guessed I was in a bedroom and I was laying on the bed. My mind screamed at me that I didn't deserve such a luxury, that I deserved to be on a carpet but and been grateful for it but a bed?

"My name is Callen Smith," he answered slowly, his look of compassion and tenderness wavered slightly before returning full force as if someone had suddenly been mocking him or insulting him "Where you are is in my home, do you remember anything?" I had to think about that, just how much should I tell him? Or should I be open and fully honest with him? I again figured I was extremely lucky to be in a bed and not dead but in his home? Why was I in his home? If I lied to him he would probably know... but then if I told the truth, would he react any differently to if I lied? I guessed he knew what had happened from the fact I was in his home instead of that one I had passed out in, so why was he asking me if he already knew?

"I remember hearing puppies in distress and wanted to find them to help them..." I started and rubbed my head again, my headache coming back in full force as I tried to remember all the details. The knock I took must have been harder than I thought. His face pulled into an odd expression of admiration and almost love at what I had said before returning to its former expression. Was he pleased that I had wanted to help the puppies?

"I broke into the house... looking for food and maybe to help the puppies I could hear... then... I found them upstairs with some large dog I think? Then everything is a blur..." I rubbed my head more then put my arm down to look directly at him.

He was quite handsome, I couldn't help but be deeply attracted to him as I looked but there was something else... a tingling deep within me where before all I felt was loneliness and cold from my last year of dereliction. He also seemed to give off a scent of strong masculine musk and hot smooth chocolate that was so alluring. While I had never really smelt anything I could call a 'masculine musk' before, it was the only way I could describe it.

"Yes, you frightened her," He started still not losing his expression of near content joy as he spoke "She attacked to defend her pups before she realised what she was doing. She called up a few minutes later for me to come help." I blinked at this statement. Wait did he just say 'She called up'? That's impossible isn't it? Animals can't talk or use phones! Maybe he meant the owners of the home. The way he had said it as well.. as if it was the most common thing in the world that an animal could use a phone! An air of arrogance started to waft from him but I could have been mistaken.

"Ok..." I started slowly a little irritated "Either I banged my head badly... or you just said SHE called for help..." I looked up at him, noticing him seem to get lost in my eyes. At the same time I could feel the same... he was so handsome... but at the same time, he didn't lose his calm relaxed smile.

"No, you heard correct." he said calmly and assuredly seeming like he had anticipated my reaction.

"B...but that's not possible, a wolf cant use a phone!" I cried out in disbelief.

"Oh really now?" He responded chuckling softly and his smile grew wider. He inspected my head a little seeing if I had a large bump or gash or something. He was gentle and caring, something I hadn't expected for being caught breaking into somebodies home. The whole time he kept his smile except when he looked at the gashes and wounds I had sustained. I took this chance to get a look at myself.

I had been bandaged, with a splint put on my foot. My arms were covered in cloth wrap bandages up to my elbows covering the fresh cuts and scars I had on my skin. I was in only underwear, it not mine I guessed that Callen had donated a pair of his own. I was indeed cleaned, looking like I had been given a thorough wash by someone who was skilled. The scars and cuts I had on my legs were covered as well, the cuts a few days old had only just started to heal and somehow I never seemed to get an infection from my frequent actions.

I didn't know how to feel for the sudden increase in my care. I was so used to being abused or on my own and abused. Part of me was jumping for joy that for once I was warm and safe. While another part of me was informing me that there would be a massive price to pay, that this wouldn't last long, and I needed to get out of there.

After a few minutes the door opened and I gawked at what walked in. over seven foot tall, this guy was an anthro wolf, he was wearing jeans that seemed a little too tight over his furry legs and shoes on his feet but no shirt exposing his muscular chest, the sight of which made my heart flutter and my loins stir a little.

He was covered from head to, what I guessed toe, in pure black fur that had a healthy shine and his golden yellow eyes, shone out from the dark fur. His nose was bright pink as well as the pads on his hands which grasped a smart phone to his ear. Behind him his long bushy tail wagged slowly as he walked and all I could do was stare at him in mild trepidation. I was fearful of him, he was quite an imposing sight to see towering over by the main exit of the room.

"Alpha, its the misses," He said placing one of his massive hand paws over the bottom of the phone to cover the microphone. His voice, while reverberating and deep, was light and playful. Obviously he was attempting to disarm the tension that had risen in the room due to his arrival in the room "She says as soon he is awake get him down to the clinic so she can get some X-rays of his foot and a cast on it, sooner the better she says."

"Thank you Anders." Callen said chuckling above me, obviously amused by my reaction to him. Callen had tensed as well due to my own reaction of fear but while he was tense, he was fearless and unconcerned about the massive wolf in the room.

"H...he...wha...wh..hu...I..." I stammered looking at him trying to formulate words. I had been into furries for years now, and here in front of me was a living breathing one... either that or he was in a ludicrously good suit. While I hoped it wasn't the latter, I was oddly more scared of the thought it was the first. He hung up his phone and pocketed it before walking over causing me to tense up more.

"Well hello there!" he said leaning down and stopped with his pink nose only an inch or so away from my own. His tail wag increased in speed and he gave his nose a quick lick and then smiled widely. He was calm and gave off a feeling of playfulness. He gave off a soft smell of trees and grass. "Nice to see you awake! My name is Anders, and yes, I like getting pats on the head."

I hesitated a little, he was acting like a puppy and obviously inviting me to pat his fur. I slowly reached up to scratch and pat him between the ears a few times feeling his soft, smooth, silky fur. Callen laughed at me as I did but Anders smiled more his tongue lolling out and his eyes closing in mild bliss. He looked like a puppy now with his facial expression. After a moment he straightened back up, with his tail still wagging a quick tempo behind him.

"Alpha, I'll be downstairs getting the car ready." He said and walked out letting the door click shut behind him. I felt myself relax a bit more once he was gone, but was still a little on edge.

"Wh... what IS he!?" I exclaimed still in some shock, and now with some bafflement. His fur had been real, the warmth under it, the way his muscles moved, how his tongue licked his nose and dangled from his mouth when I was scratching between his twitching ears. That was NO suit! "A...And why did he call you 'Alpha'?" I looked up at him with curiosity hoping I would get the full answer from him as he gave a chuckle mixed with a sigh.

"Ok, I can't honestly think of a way to explain to you, so I'll be blunt." he said getting up and walked around to stand in front of me. His action and body language, while intimidating, was done is such a was that he apologised for the intimidation. I could now get a look at his full body, he wore business casual clothes and while not as tall and the previous person was, was at least six foot tall. His body looked as if he had never been to the gym but did work out to keep himself in shape. Everything about him was attractive to me, from his scent, to his eyes, to his looks, all of it and I could feel my loins stir anew.

"He and I are what you humans would call, werewolves." she said calmly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I swear my face went pale and my jaw would have hit the floor if it wasn't attached to my face from the shocked and fearful look I suddenly had.

"W...w...w..." I started stuttering unable to transmit the words from brain to my mouth and he raised his hand to stop me, some worry evident on his face from my reaction.

"Yes, werewolves, now before you go jumping to stereotypical conclusions, the movies got almost everything wrong" just listening to his voice seemed to put my mind at ease a little and I felt my tension start to lift. I rested back into the bed but was still a little worried about what I had gotten myself into. I was in deeper shit than I thought I was and I guessed I wasn't going to get out of it easily "For one, there is more than one species, you name it, there's a were of it. Next, as you saw, we aren't the blood thirsty homicidal killing machines portrayed. We are a peaceful people for the most part, you just happened to startle a mother with her cubs."

That made sense to me. Mothers are always viciously protective of their young and I guess I did startle her. I had broken into her home, and disturbed her and her sleeping pups... hell I would have attacked if it had been myself and my kids! Although what he said about more than one species... did that mean there was werelions? Tigers? Panthers? Bears? The shear number of possibilities was mind boggling! Wait, what about the other thing Anders had said to him? The thing he called him

"B...But he called you..." I started still a little fearful and struggling to get the words out before he could cut in as I was trying to finish.

"Alpha, correct, I am the leader of the community, the person you just met is Anders, my Beta, my personal body guard and second in command," He continued to stare at me, his eyes and tone of voice instilling a deeper and deeper feeling of relaxation in me letting me calm down more. How was he doing that? I felt at total ease with him, and every word he said sent tingles down my spine "Please believe me when I say, no harm will come to you here. If I am not there to protect you, Anders will do it in my stead."

"Wh... what am I to you?" I asked him slowly, I couldn't help but ask him that question. He had this effect on me made me feel drawn to him and was calming me at the same time. All I knew was this feeling was making me want to hug him and kiss him and never, EVER let him go "I...I keep feeling something when I look at you..." I saw him smile warmly and he walked over to me. placing his hand on my head gently, the contact sent sparks of bliss down my spine and through my body causing me to shiver at the feeling.

"That... I can't tell you just yet," he said slowly and ran his fingers through my hair. He seemed sad at this admission, but kept his smile "I know you have a thousand questions going through your mind right now... what's the most prominent one other than that one?" I blinked and looked down trying to get all my thoughts straight in my head. What WAS the most important question right now? 'why am I alive?' no... 'what is going to happen to me now?' maybe... Sadly only one thing sprang to mind over and over nagging at me. finally I looked up at him, gazing into his lovely blue eyes, both of them looking concerned and curious.

"Do you have a form like his? C...can I see it?" I asked hopeful, If he said yes, I wandered what his animal was, what his fur looked like... what it felt like, was he just as tall as Anders? Are his eyes the same colour as Anders or different? And what about... down there? I gave myself a mental slap at this thought. He wouldn't take off his pants for me! Why should he? It was only me... and there is no way he would be interested in me like that.

"Of course you may!" He said quickly and joyfully standing back up and bringing me out of my thoughts of my own worthlessness. He took a step back from me and started to take off his shirt making me blush a little looking at his bare chest. He was fit, and muscled but not overly so, he had a six pack but they weren't sharply chiselled like a body builders and he had a little bit of a treasure trail on his belly leading downwards into his pants. Oh I wanted him to take his pants off so much! I would have done ANYTHING for him at this point. At the same time, my curiosity kept my crotch brain in check, curious as to what he was up to.

"I haven't been in my half form in a while, its time to fix that." He said with a smile and kicked off his shoes with a pleasured groan. It started at his feet, the toes melding and shifting and swelling till he was standing up on the balls on his feet like any normal wolf would with digitigrade legs. He reached behind him and did something but then a long tail emerged from the back of his pants. His hands grew pads and his nails turned into claws at the same time that the muscles on his chest and arms swelled up with a rippling motion.

He closed his eyes as his ears moved to the top of his head and grew into tall pointed canine ears with pink interiors. His face pushed out into a snout, with a black nose crowning the end. His whole body was covered in glossy snow white fur and when he finally opened his eyes I saw that they were a deep crystal blue colour that looked at me with nothing but compassion and love, yet hid a great amount strength behind them. His tail started wagging with vigour a second later as he looked at me and gave his nose an involuntarily lick with his pink tongue.

"W...wow." was all I could bring myself to say because I was dazzled by the spectacle I had just seen. he smiled again and walked over to me slowly, his foot paws stepping on the carpeted floor with no a sound.

"This... is my hybrid form" He finally said hesitantly and knelt down next to the bed "Do you approve?" He seemed to wait for my response as I slowly drank his form in with my eyes. I didn't realise what I was doing till I was doing it as I slowly reached up and placed my hand to the side of his face, feeling the downy soft fur on his cheek and muzzle causing him give out a pleasured breath and close his eyes, nuzzling a little at my hand.

"Y...Your....stunning" I finally said, with the words 'Beautiful, Sexy, cute, amazing, gorgeous and even Fuckable' running through my head instead but I decided id settle for stunning to not cause any problems I couldn't explain away "And your fur its...so soft..." he smiled more and his tail wagged faster as I gently scratched at his cheek. We stayed like this for what seemed like an eternity before he pulled away, much to my dismay. I watched him shift back to a human and put his clothes back on.

"I would love nothing more than to stay here all day with you letting you pet my fur," He said slowly and what sounded like sorrowfully too. He walked back over to me and put his arms under me, lifting me up with what seemed like nothing but effortless grace "But right now my human, we need to get you to the doctor." I nodded and wrapped my arm around his neck to help support myself in his arms and he held me close to his chest protectively and almost possessively.

As we walked out of the room, I never realised how busy, or big the rest of the house was. Or the fact that almost all of them was in what he called their 'hybrid' form. When they saw me in his arms, they stopped whatever they were doing to look. The amount of different animals here was almost staggering. Elephants, bears, lions, tigers, panthers, mice, cheetahs, cows, horses, wolves, deer, kangaroos and foxes to name a few.

The sheer amount of them seemed to be increasing as we walked into the main entrance hall and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and slightly scared as I was, transparently, the centre of their curiosity. It caused me to clutch tighter to the male carrying me who gave an irritated sigh but hadn't directed it at me.

"Alpha coming through!" He announced irritably a slight growl to his voice causing me to blink in surprise and giddiness at his dominance "Back to your Business!" I was unsurprised as the gathered congregation all jumped a bit and quickly rushed back to what they were doing, having just been caught staring. I gave a soft chuckle at the humour of it all and Callen sighed in irritation as he started making his way, yet again, down to the car still carrying me.

He put me in the back passenger seat and got in behind the driver himself, sitting opposite me in the back of the four wheel drive. He told anders to take the corners gently, and try to avoid large pot holes. Sadly he couldn't miss them all and each one we hit made me wince from the stabbing pain in my foot. After the fifth, Callen lifted my leg to place my foot on his lap which helped protect it from the bumps as we drove along. He was being so sweet to me, but why? I didn't honestly think I deserved it. I was just some vagrant run away who broke into a house.

"Alpha... you have to tell him!" Anders suddenly spoke up from the drivers seat breaking the silence and sounding slightly distressed, causing me some concern "You know that the council will want it solidified as soon as possible, or broken." I heard Callen growl softly and I turned to look at him a little worried. He didnt seem pleased by the sudden introduction of the topic... or was it what Anders had said that irritated him?

"What dose he mean? What needs to be solidified or broken?" I asked looking confused and he sighed.

"Weres are unique..." He started slowly almost sounding defeated, clearly not wanting to talk about this "We have a predestined Mate, someone we will spend the rest of our lives with and have a family with. We get no choice over who it is, our wolf knows who they are by scent they can smell by instinct before we have even met." I listened to him speak a little confused, what did this have to do with me?

"I don't see how that effects me." I said slowly confused as to what the whole issue was, the look he gave me though, of apology and sorrow when he looked up at me.

"Ruban... You are my mate," He said just loud enough that I could hear him over the car and the road "And I am yours." My eyes widened. No! No,no,no,no,no,no! I couldn't be! There was no way! I was worthless, pathetic, weak, broken, human, male... and Worthless!

"B...b...but I'm human!" I protested, how could a human be the mate to a werewolf? A male human at that! The words 'and worthless' tacked themselves onto the end of that. He Had to be stringing me along, no one could love me, or should be BOUND to me for life! I was a nobody! All of this seemed too much like a fairy tail. It HAD to be a dream! and when we got back, I would find my blades, or any blade and end this cruel dream.

"I know," He said softly and rubbed his hand against my leg trying to sooth my sudden dismay and damn him it was working "I wont force you to love me, and I wont force anything upon you... but know that I love you, and will do till the day I die." I was now mid way into a panic attack and trying desperately to fend it off. While it might have been something I wanted so much for a long time, being with a real anthro, now that I was getting it I didn't know how to react. This had to all be a cruel illusion my brain was creating as I was dying on the floor of that house!

He rubbed my leg a few more times as we pulled into the car park of a vet. Why were we at a vet? Vets are for animals... did he want to keep me as a pet? Or a sex slave? I guess I could live with either of those... I wouldn't be able to give him a family like he deserved like a woman could. He got out and walked around to my side of the car and opened the door unbuckling my seat belt for me.

He looked at me still with nothing but love and compassion in his eyes and held his arms out wide as if waiting for a hug from a child running towards their parents. I hesitated looking at him, running everything through my mind before I simply went limp letting myself fall backwards against him out of the car. He lifted me from the car and hugged me tightly clearly worried about me even if I had lost any worry for my own well-being.

I returned the tight hug, pressing my face against his chest and sniffled trying not to cry and was a little surprised I had tears left to cry after so long. It was all so much so fast... how am I supposed to deal with all of this dumped on me in one day? Attacked by a wolf, told werewolves are real, having to get my leg put in a cast, and finding out my future boyfriend was a werewolf, and an Alpha one at that!

"Shhh, its alright," He cooed softly not letting me go trying to calm my frayed emotional state "My arms will always be open to hold you and my wolf will always be here to curl up around you when you're cold and protect you when you're in trouble." I nodded slightly against his chest not sure if he felt it but it was all I could muster as he walked inside with me in his arms. He sat on one of the flimsy plastic chairs in the waiting room with me now sitting on his lap my face still buried in his chest for a few minutes.

"Why are we in a vet?" I asked after a few minutes, finally having calmed down and was rewarded with a soft warm chuckle from his massive, and now slightly damp, chest.

"For Weres, Vets are our hospitals, we can come here if we are in animal form or human." He responded clearly hugging me to his chest, not wanting to let me go. It made sense really, while commonly only trained in Veterinary practice, nothing stopped Vets from learning human medicine as well and if they were a Were themselves, it would make even more sense for them to learn both medical practices.

It also meant that Weres could just walk in if they were in feral form and unable to shift for whatever reason, or if they needed to shift while here. It was also easier to run a vet with only a few people, compared to the hundreds needed to run a hospital which could potentially expose them to the world. I strangely felt safe while here, it was probably the fact I was in the arms of my 'mate', but I was now relaxing quickly while all these new thoughts ran through my mind.

"Alpha?" Came the call from the female receptionist drawing our attention. She was pretty, tall and skinny with large breasts and sandy blonde hair, she had yellowy gold eyes that caused my mind to scream 'lion' "She will see you now." She didn't drop her smile, which added to the relaxation effect that this place had on me. Callen nodded and lifted me yet again and walked through to the office in the back.

I was getting tired of being carried everywhere but seeing as I couldn't walk, all I could do was put up with it for now. There was an inspection table for animals in the middle of the room, but it had a soft, padded top on it instead of the usual metal. The vet herself wasn't much taller than I am, but she has such a disarming smile even though her stance was one of authority.

"About time you three got here!" She called out sarcastically and then hugged Anders tight as he walked in the door. Anders beamed with his smile, and hugged her back tightly.

"Well I'm sorry princess!" Callen sassed her, earning himself a pen to the back of the head which made me giggle slightly as he placed me down on the table. They seemed to act so childishly with each other. "I had more important things to deal with!" I knew he wasn't joking and was referring to me. I had been a veritable handful for him.

Especially with him having to carry me everywhere because of my inability to walk but his body language told me he didn't mind one bit even if I did. I felt Terrible for him having to carry me, for him having to comfort me as well now. It all just made me feel worse, more like garbage that needs to rely on others.

"You can shift here if you want," she said to both of them as the door clicked shut. Anders was already ahead of her and was topless and fluffy from head to, again what I guessed, toe "He may need his puppy for this, it might hurt." I looked up to Callen who nodded and took off his shirt and shoes.

Did this mean I was going to get to see him all fuzzy again? He was so cute with his fuzzy face and being a furry... I couldn't help but be more attracted to him. He shifted faster than last time to his hybrid form while Anders was nuzzling and licking at the vets face. I guessed they were mates from how they interacted with each other, him all lovey-dovey and her not giving a damn about it one bit, even when he was licking roughly over her nose and lips.

I felt a little jealous of their affection for each other and their closeness. I wanted something like that. I had wanted it for a long time now, I never even got that closeness from my parents. Being heavily religious, they believed that it only cultivated sinfulness in children.

"Down boy!" She said drawing my attention back to then and watched her give him a light push and waited for Callen to finish shifting. She smiles, her eyes widening enviously at the sight of him in all his fuzzy glory "I've always liked your white fur, so unique, so pretty." She smiled widely and waved her hand at him, signalling him to move to the head of the table.

Again I felt jealous... I wanted him to myself! But after a few moments I mentally slapped myself telling myself that I didn't deserve him, and that he was too nice in almost every way to merit being lumped with me for the rest of his life. He deserved a female, who could bear him adorable puppies, to carry on the family line. That's what was important to wolves wasn't it? The continuation of the pack? I would just screw it all up.

"Ok, X-rays first!" She declared in an assertive doctor voice that caught be by surprise and drew me out of my depressive self loathing again. I watched as she pushed over a large machine, hovering it over the injured section of my limb "Try to hold still." I nodded. Why would I move? If I somehow suffered more injury it would be my own fault. It always had been. It was at this point I finally noticed I was already scratching at Callens chest between his pecs causing his tail to wag quickly behind him. I was curious if I found the right spot it would make his leg twitch and shake like any other dog?. Then again it would probably make him horny too so I guessed I could always find that out later if he really did still want me that is.

There was a click as she pressed a button and the machine made a loud clunk and after a few moments she pushed the machine back into the corner and pulled over a small table with a laptop on it. I was curious but at the same time not. I wanted to know how bad it was and at the same time, I didn't care.

"Ok, lets see here." She said and sat on the side of the table. Sadly I could not see the image just yet, It didn't overly bother me and I just continued to scratch and rub at the white furry chest that was at my hands disposal. As I did my fingers found the nipples hidden the fur... all six of them. I dont think he noticed me teasing them as I rubbed and pet.

"Wow!" Anders muttered while looking at the screen with mild amusement "She did quite a job there!" There was some admiration in his voice irritating me slightly, he should have been around for my broken ribs and shoulder blade. Callen had a look of awe on his muzzle as well while looking at the screen. The vet shifted a bit so I could finally get a look after a minute or so and I couldn't help but internally sigh.

My ankle was dislocated, and about two inches up from the joint, both bones in the lower legs were broken. They lined up perfectly though with their original location, so maybe I didn't need any surgery for pins to hold the bits in place for them to heal properly which was a plus. Id probably ask them to do it without giving me anything to numb the pain.

"Ok, well, this will take about six weeks to heal, I have the plaster ready over there." she pointed to a bucket in the corner by the sink and while she proceeded to slip on a pair of gloves and an apron, Anders picked up the bucked and brought it over sitting it on the corner of the table.

"It will hurt a little at the start because I need to relocate the joint, try to remain still ok?" She declared in her authoritative doctors voice. I nodded slowly and continued to rub at Callens fur as I felt two hands grab my foot. I saw stars and clenched my teeth hissing in pain as she jostled it and popped it back into position with a solid, and well felt thump through my leg.

I didn't think the pain would effect me that badly, I had felt worse. Sadly though I gripped at the glossy white fur between my fingers, and tried not to scream as she did her job. When the pain subsides from the worse of it I panted a little and released my grip on Callens fur. They all seemed impressed I had handled the pain so well without screaming or crying. Sadly the feeling of being a little superior to the others subsided as she opened the bucket of plaster.

"C... couldn't you get another colour?" I inquired seeing that the plaster was hot pink. Why hot pink? Why couldn't it be a better colour? Like red? Or blue? Or just white? No it was hot god damn pink and I would haft to wear it for six weeks! I could already hear and feel the insults and ridicule coming.

"Sorry hun, I'm still only registered as a vet, so I get what they send me," She chucked softly but seemed honest and sincere about the whole situation while she rolled a stocking like wrap over my foot and up my leg causing me a little more discomfort "And this is leftovers from setting a young girls arm earlier." I sighed and nodded, someone else's leftovers, why was I not surprised? I had been living off of them for a long time now, although just barely.

For once though I looked on the bright side, I was getting this health care for nothing, so I guess beggars can't be choosers. I forced a small smile when I felt Callen muzzle nuzzle at my cheek and lick it. I had stopped scratching his chest and I guess he hadn't wanted me to stop, so I reached my hand up to scratch between his ears bringing a joyful whine from him. Well at least he is easy to please, I have that in my favour I guess.

Once she was done, she prescribed several medications to help with inflammation and any discomfort I might feel and wouldn't let us go until I had taken my first dose in front of her. Damn I guess she knew I wouldn't take it, preferring to suffer the pain. She told Callen to either give me a sponge bath, or put me in a bath with my cast kept out of the water at least once a day.

When she changed the bandages covering my self harming, she told Callen to keep all sharp objects away from me and that she would be having a chat with me about it soon. She and Anders made a few jokes about an Elizabethan collar so I wouldn't chew on the cast or my bandages and while I was a little irritated about them making fun at my expense, I couldn't help but laugh along with their jokes.

It felt odd to laugh again, I hadn't laughed at anything in the last eight months, I had barely even cracked a smile. I was honestly surprised when the sound came out of me and the feeling of a large smile on my face. Again it was odd... those muscles still worked? I thought they had atrophied away.

After they shifted back, much to my chagrin and put their clothes back on, Callen helped me out and into the car again to ride back to his home. I couldn't feel any pain from my foot now sadly, so instead of sitting on the other side of the car away from him. I rested my back against him with my cast encased leg on the seat opposite. He wrapped his arm around my middle and cuddled me for the trip, which was silent this time.

I closed my eyes and relaxed, I knew I couldn't get away from him now. I couldn't even turn to my self harm any more, Callen would make sure of it. I felt a little bit trapped but at the same time felt totally at ease. I figured that whatever was to come from now on, I would have no choice but to cope with it, like I had done with everything else in the last six months but this time, without the self harm.

When we got to the house, before he got out of the car I asked him if he could shift for me once we got inside. I really did like his furry self, but I wasn't going to tell him the real reason for me asking. Instead I told him it was oddly relaxing for me to see him in all his furry glory. He agreed pulling me out of the car and then carried me inside.

He sat me down in a chair just inside the door and shifted form getting a few looks before picking me up again a moment later. He gave me his shoes and shirt to hold while he carried me upstairs back to the room I had woken up in. all the while I couldn't help watching how his muscles moved, how his fur rippled and waved with the air as he walked. How his facial expressions changed as he walked but always had a cuteness to it that I found deeply attractive.

He laid me down on the bed gently like I was a precious fragile piece of glass. He was so kind, so caring, so loving and not to mention, attractive to me, regardless of what form he was in. He had taken me in, and had been so patient with me through everything. Never once did he ask for anything in return from me, never once did he seem like a vicious animal or cruel person.

I felt so wanted by him, something I had not felt by anyone for near my whole life. Before he could stand back upright, I had placed my hand at the back of his head, between his ears and pulled him into a kiss eliciting a slight yelp, my lips touching his black lips silencing the cry. My tongue lapped out at his lips and entered his mouth with no rejection instantly rubbing against his own inside his maw.

He tasted sweet, I know it sounds odd to say, but I enjoyed every moment I was in contact with him with my tongue exploring his. I broke the kiss a few seconds later smiling from ear to ear and looking up at the look of mild shock on his face giving him the cutest facial expression. He was adorable, how could I not?

"Maybe," I said slowly and tried for a seductive tone for once in my life "I could give you a chance." His face broke into a broad doggy grin, his tail wagging fast behind him.

"I'll go make us some dinner," He said standing upright, dinner, that sounded like a fantastic idea! At this point I wouldn't care what it was as long as he made it. I was starving, I needn't say how long it had been since I had eaten properly "Then maybe we can get to know each other more."