New neighbors weren't uncommon in his neighborhood, so when the house across the street went up for sale he didn't think anything of it. It didn't bother him that he knew nothing about the person moving in because he usually didn't care. He wasn't the type of person to go and pry, and now that Debbie was no longer around he didn't know anything about the people on his street.
She seemed to have a knack for knowing who was doing what, and when. This also included who was moving in and out of the houses on the street. Usually she would bake a batch of goodies and go introduce herself. This was before everything went downhill, and now he knew nothing about anyone.
He was sure people talked, because people always did. So he was more than positive that all the neighbors on the street looked at him with curious eyes and talked about why there was suddenly a single man living in a large house on his own. He also figured that they spread rumors of what they thought had happened between him and Debbie. This didn't stop him from giving everyone a friendly wave if he saw them, to which they awkwardly returned.
Returning home from work one night he noticed that the house across the street had some life in it. He couldn't smell from his front yard who had moved in, but he could see a single police car sitting in the drive way. Along with a few dog toys sitting in the front yard, he almost missed the large German Sheppard that watched him from the yard its tongue hanging out in a sloppy fashion.
The dog's ears picked up and for a brief moment he thought the dog would come bolting across the road. Alcide was wrong, and as he grabbed his bag from the back of his truck the dog remained in the yard watching him curiously. This behaviour continued for the next couple of days, but it seemed as the more time passed the closer the dog would towards his house.
He was more than positive, that the dog was curious like many dogs were when they came across any werewolf. It was something about the way they smelled that triggered their curiosity, or caused them to run away with their tails between their legs.
Pulling his bag out of the back of his truck he swung it around and narrowly avoiding hitting a dog. Alcide didn't expect the dog to be there, so when it skittered across his lawn to get away from him he felt guilty. The dog eyed him wearily; unsure of what the man would do to him.
"Hey boy, come here!" Alcide called crouching down and reaching his hand out for the dog to smell. The dogs ears perked up, he took a couple of steps forward to make sure Alcide wasn't going to attack him before almost running to his hand and sitting proudly.
Alcide could tell this dog was well trained; in fact he wouldn't be surprised if the dog was part of the K9 unit. It would make sense after all since whomever it belonged to was part of the police force. He could also tell that if he sat there all night petting the dog, it would be more than happy to oblige. So patting him one final time he sent the dog on its way, which to his surprise the dog listened.
Shaking his head he, stood up and made his way into the house. It seemed over the next few days he would arrive home late, and the dog would be waiting for him in the front yard. Then with a bounce in its step it would make is away across the road to greet Alcide.
He still had never seen the owner of this dog, and at times wondered if the owner was even paying attention. He was sure they didn't know of their beloved pet's daily trip across the street, because if they did they would have tied the dog up. Something inside of him told him not to say anything because he would miss his daily greetings.
On this one particular day it had been raining when he pulled into his drive way, quickly trying to get out of the rain he grabbed the bag in the back of his trunk and tried to dash for the front door. He was stopped when his bag jerked back. For a split second he wasn't thinking right and his hand released the bag.
When he had realized what he had done, it was too late. The dog had already ran away with his bag, across the street, up the porch and into the house. Alcide wasn't far behind him, and he would have caught the bag if the screen door didn't slam in his face. Irritated he ran his fingers through his hair and knocked on the wooden screen door.
The front entrance way was empty allowing him to see the living room, dining room and two dogs. Alcide was unaware that there were two dogs living in the house. The second dog looked much older, and was eying the lunch pail in front of it, beside him sat Alcide's friend who wagged his tail happily.
Movement came from somewhere in the house and he watched as a woman dressed in a police uniform made her way towards the door. She must have been no taller than 5'6" and appeared to be very young. Much younger then himself, he was stunned for a few seconds by her beauty.
She had ocean blue eyes, a flawless face, and long curly hair that was tied back in an elegant twist. She obviously went to a hair dresser to have her hair done because in her blond hair was a few highlights. He felt a little stupid even knowing that much about women's hair, and blamed his sister. She did after all practice on him from time to time, not that he really cared.
He realized he was staring when the woman gave him a strange look and tilted her head to get a better look at him. He sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed as he tried to think clearly.
"Your, ah dog…ran off with my bag." He muttered releasing the applied pressure on his nose. The woman suddenly laughed and opened the screen door. He noted her teeth, and how they were all white and straight. Not that Alcide had anything against crooked teeth, it was just anyone could appreciate a nice smile on a girl.
"I'm so sorry about that, he is a little bit of a kleptomaniac. Come on in and I'll get you, your bag." The door had a slight squeak to it as it opened wide enough to allow him entrance. Once Alcide was in, she released the door and it slammed shut with a bang.
Alcide hadn't realized how cold it was outside until the heat inside her house hit him. It smelt of fresh oranges, and taking a deep inhale of the sweet air, when he stopped smelling something familiar. A look of confusion crossed his face as he watched her quickly walk into the room her bag snatching dog was in. She was softly talking to Alcide about god only knows, when she returned with his belongings.
"Sir, are you alright?" She asked for the second time. Alcide had fully snapped out of his trance his eyes glancing down at his bag hanging from her hand. He could see that there was a soft coating of saliva on the straps, not that it bothered him.
"You're a wear!" he stated plainly, he must have appeared to be crazy because she dropped the bag. Her right hand suddenly reached for her gun with panic in her eyes. He instantly felt stupid and reacting quickly he raised his hands in self defense. There was no way he could win against a gun, regardless of what kind of super he was.
"WO-WO-WO!" He chanted, stepping back from the woman. The commotion had caused the dogs to stir and they lazily peeked around the wall to see what was going on. The woman's eyes were wide and terrified and Alcide knew she was only acting on instinct to protest herself. It was strange to him that she hadn't picked up that he was one too. She should have been able to smell him.
The realization hit him like a brick wall, she had no idea that he was a wear. It was easy to smell another wolf, they all had a similar sent. Except females usually had a sweeter smell to males, and males had a more musky sent to females. Which made sense, most werewolf's were built to breed like wolfs, and sent was one of the many factors they used to pick mates.
"It's okay, I'm a wear too." He said his hands still up in the air, her hand was still drawn back towards her gun and a look of disbelief appeared on her face. The look didn't sit well on her face, and if anything it made her more attractive than it should have.
"Prove it." She said clenching her jaw together. Alcide flinched; she wanted him to prove it? He couldn't think of how much worse it could get.
"Are you serious?" he choked watching her eyes narrow. With a sigh he pulled his shirt over his head watching her hand carefully, she had since then placed her hand on the handle of her gun and motioned for her dog to be by her side. Although the dog looked uninterested in attacking Alcide, he was sure that the dog would do anything for his owner.
He tossed his shirt on the floor before moving his hands to his belt. Uncomfortable with a woman he didn't know see him naked he undid his pants and shifted into a wolf trying his hardest to make sure she didn't see anything. Although he knew she had in fact seen him naked. It was impossible not to.
The look on her face was one of disbelief and confusion. Her mouth was slightly a jar as a white wolf looked back at her. For a brief moment Alcide thought that she might faint but when she sharply walked out the room her dogs tailing at her heals. Alcide tilted his head not fully understanding what just had happened, an in the blink of an eye changed back into his human form. His muscles were sore, and he could feel the strain of his full day of work on his body.
The one good thing about shifting as often as he did was that he learned how to skillfully to pull his clothes. He could do it in less than 10 seconds, if he left his clothes laying a certain way. It had saved him from a couple close calls growing up, and if he wasn't so lucky he was sure he would have been charged with public indecency years ago.
Ignoring his shoes he slowly made his way through the house looking for the small woman who had walked away in a trance almost minutes ago. He almost didn't find her, and the only reason he did was because he spotted a dog tail slightly swaying from the outside porch.
His hand pushed the door open releasing a loud squeak into the night. The woman, who he still knew nothing about, sat on the steps that led to her back yard her head in her hands. Clearing his throat one of the dogs stirred in excitement.
"Mam, you alright?" He asked stopping behind her. A paused silence hung over them and she sat stiffly still. He could feel his heart drumming in his chest unsure of what he should expect in the next few moments. She inhaled deeply removing her hands from her face and looking at him in the corner of her eye.
"Yeah, just didn't expect that." She said, her lips pressed together firmly.
"You look like you've never seen a wear before." He said, when her body flinched he knew his suspicion was right. Normally meeting a lone wolf was not a good sign, it wasn't the worst thing you could come across. But a wolf by them self usually meant there was a reason, and those reasons were never positive. Not that Alcide could judge because he was now a lone wolfs.
But a wear that had never seen another shift worried him.
"That's because I haven't, you're the first werewolf I've ever met." She used her right hand to push herself off the porch and elegantly moved around him. He had tried to hide the stunned look on his face, but judging by the way she looked at him as she passed proved to him that he didn't hide it well.
With a loud crack the door hit the side of the house and he followed after her. His inner wolf barking at him to find out more about this woman. Wanting to know if she was a threat or just simply a very unlucky individual.
Alcide quickly deduced a couple of things about the young woman. The first was that the young woman wasn't raised by anyone with the werewolf gene, this could mean a couple of things. Like maybe she was raised by her grandparents, or she was a foster child. But it was impossible for her not to have ever met another werewolf if someone in her family carried the gene or at least knew about it. They would have introduced her to some kind of pack if they did. It was just a built in nature for a wolf to join a pack, to be a part of a pack.
Normally if a werewolf didn't belong to a pack they suffered from extreme depression. It wasn't uncommon for a wolf to commit suicide when this happened. This would also explain why she joined the police force, and the K9 unit of all things. The police were like a brotherhood, and they all had each other's backs just like a pack. Then her dogs were the closet things she could actually get to other than a werewolf. Dogs were after all domesticated wolfs.
The dogs seemed to dance around his feet as he followed after her. She returned to the entrance way scooping up his heavy lunch bag before successfully handing it to him. He didn't know what to say so he simply watched her as she chewed on the inside of her lip, clearly hinting for him to leave. But the urge to not be the only wolf around was too strong.
Sticking his hand out straight he simply stated, "Alcide."
For a brief moment she fought herself whether she should or not before she quickly slid her hand into his much larger.
"Carla." She said simply, watching Alcide nod.
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