Okay guys here you are the second chapter of my story. I have no idea of how many people have actually checked the story out since the view counter does not seem to be working, well actually it does say that I had four views, but since I also have four reviews, and three people have favoured it, while five have it on alert I'm guessing things are still now working right. Also when I was listing my characters the first was Roman Reigns the second was Dean Ambrose while Jey and Jimmy Uso were three and four, not the way that they are listed on the description, I'm not sure what happened but it got changed around somehow.

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Natural Selection

Part one

The Pack

Chapter two The dream

Roman carried Melanie into the house and sat her down with the couple of cookies that were left on the plate smiling at her, they had shared them on the way back from Meadow house and much as he had enjoyed them, he would leave her with the last two. He heard the door open and footsteps entering the house, heading to the kitchen first, before entering the main room of the house. He did not need to look around to know that it was Dean standing their looking at him, on reflex he caught the can of soda the other man threw to him as he turned, and grinned at his friend. Shaking his head Dean walked over and popped one of the cans he carried open, setting it down for Melanie who smiled at him. He sniffed the cookies and cocked an eye at Roman knowing they were not shop bought, wondering where they had come from.

"There's someone in the old Meadow house." Dean said as he popped his own can open and took a gulp. "I met her in the woods."

"Miss Genna's nice, she gave me the cookies." Melanie said sliding one of the remaining two off the plate and to her mouth.

"Genna is that what the red head is called?" Dean asked looking at Roman.

"Red head, no, the woman at the house was a brunette." Roman replied walking over to take Dean's arm and lead him from the room.

"Two of them then?" Dean questioned as they walked outdoors and out of Melanie's earshot. "I saw the red head in the wood and warned her off; she said that she and her friend owned the property."

Roman frowned as they stood leaning on a hitching rail that stood not far from the house, Dean waiting for his friend to speak first since he knew more about things than he himself did. The other man seemed lost in his thoughts for a while and they stood there in an almost companionable silence, till finally he spoke.

"Something must have happened to the old lady who owned Meadow House, she never came here, she wouldn't have dared, but she would never have sold it while she was alive." He bent down and picked up a stone throwing it out into the trees. "Her husband's family owned it for as long as anyone knows, I never heard it was up for sale though if I had known I would have tried to buy it, that would have had the Hunters turning over in their graves for sure." He gave a bark of a laugh as he considered the irony of that idea.

"Maybe the women are family who inherited." Dean suggested after a few seconds consideration of Roman's words.

Roman shook his head bending down and picking up a second stone sending it after the first. "She only had but one son and he and his wife were." He paused considering his words before saying anything else. "Killed, when I was young, they didn't have any kids." Of all the words he could have used killed seemed like the best one for the moment.

"What about more distant family, maybe the husband had a brother or something?" Dean suggested.

Roman shook his head no. "Hunters tended to die young and not produce much in the way of heirs for the most part." He smirked at this part causing Dean to think he was not being told the whole story.

"What are we going to do about the women?" Dean finally asked. "They could be a danger to the pack and we can't have that."

Roman pushed away from the rail and looked at his closest friend the man that was like a brother to him. Their eyes locked and for a moment or two they were both lost in their own thoughts, Roman considering the possibilities of what Meadow house being occupied could mean, while Dean wondered if he should hit their house library and do a little reading. It was Roman who finally broke their easy silence with a few more words of his own.

"Genna seemed nice enough, she actually rescued Melanie from that group of boys that have been bullying her because the town folk think we're weird, she patched her up and gave her the cookies." He smiled as he savoured the memory of their taste.

"They smelled good." Dean agreed his mouth watering as he remembered the smell of the fresh cookies when he walked into the house. "Think she would give us some more?"

Roman laughed, Dean managing as always to lighten his friend's slightly darker mood, as he considered what their actions should be concerning the house and the women, they both turned as one heading into the house.

"Are you always going to think with your belly man?" Roman asked slapping Dean on the back hard enough to make the man stumble slightly.

"I think with other things too." The marginally taller man replied.

This answer caused the other man to laugh again, his eyes dancing with amusement as considered the implications of that statement.

"Yeah, we all know that, just how far afield are you going to range to satisfy your appetites?" He enquired as they climbed the front steps side by side and entered the house once more. "You must have hooked up with most of the available women in a fifty mile radius."

"Hey can I help it if the ladies all go mad for a taste of this?" Dean indicated his own body as he answered the question, causing Roman to groan and face palm himself.

"That's an image I could have done without in my head." He growled while Dean laughed at him.

"Maybe I'll play a little closer to home this time." He suggested. "That red head was awfully sweet, she smelled really good too, and ladies love to open up in the bedroom." He laughed as he saw Romans face at his innuendo, hidden in the innocent statement.

Once he had gotten past the unwelcome images his friend's words had created in his mind, Roman actually began to consider that getting to know the two women better was not, all in all, a bad idea. Certainly feeding certain appetites closer to home would not be a bad thing, and those cookies had been good, some of the best he had ever eaten. He didn't want to set foot in that house though, he shivered slightly at the thought of it, any thoughts he might have actually voiced on the matter though were interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside.

The twins entered the house in a ball of energy of their own making, pushing each other, laughing and joking about something they grinned at their cousin and struggled with each other to be the first to tell the news. Finally Jimmy managed to cover Jey's mouth with his hand ignoring his twin licking it and blurted out.

"There are two women in the old Meadow house, we've been watching them."

"Creepy much dude, spying on the neighbours." Dean drawled with a smirk on his face, before adding. "We know and we call dibs, me on the red head and Ro on the brunette."

"Aww man." Jey complained. "You two always call the hot ones."

"A privilege of leaders of the pack." Roman replied as the twins began to tussle again.

Dean looked at the pair with an indulgent grin before his stomach rumbled and he headed to the kitchen, closely followed by Roman who was also hungry, they knew the twins would tussle for a while before following their noses; all the men who lived in the house had a taste for red meat.

"Probably just as well you called dibs on them." Roman told Dean as he checked the fridge pulling out several slabs of meat and throwing them in a huge pan along with seasoning before sliding the whole thing into the oven. "They could just be here for a visit, but I'm thinking they could be here to stay and we need to keep an eye on them."

"I'm all for keeping other things on them too, well the red head anyway." Dean replied with a laugh. "The brunette is all yours man."

Roman smiled in spite of himself, Dean's sexual appetite was well known to the men in the house, however truth be told he was no slouch in that direction himself, and some female company close by could be very enjoyable.

As the smells from the oven began to fill the room, the other guys who lived in the house turned up, the twin spilled in from the hallway, while John and Daniel appeared from somewhere outside. The two young boys who also lived in the house could be heard thundering down the stairs, while Melanie stepped in from the front room where she had been working on homework. Jimmy swept his daughter up into his arms hugging her before looking over her scrapes and bruises not happy that his daughter had been picked on yet again. Setting her down he lifted his son Anthony or Tony as he was more commonly known into his arms hugging the younger boy for a moment before he struggled to be released, at the moment food was more important than hugs.

Jey pulled his son Michael into a hug before setting him down and watching him run to his cousin, anyone seeing the two boys together would have sworn they were twins as they were almost identical. Michael or Mike was a fraction taller, while Tony was of a slightly more slender build, both had a lot of their Fathers in their looks both having dark hair, their shared Samoan ancestry apparent in their looks.

Daniel gave the appearance of a mountain man with his long shaggy beard and brown hair, while John gave the impression of size and gravity, being a big heavily muscled man with his brown hair cut close to his head. He sniffed the air appreciatively. The men were all of pretty similar height, Daniel being the smallest at a respectable five foot ten while Dean was the tallest at six foot four. John and the twins were more well build, the other three tended towards a slightly leaner build.

Melanie led the way to the table, being the eldest of the children she topped the boys height by a couple of inches, though it was probable that they would soon outstrip her. Roman pulled the slabs of meat out of the oven sniffing appreciatively at the aroma, while Dean grabbed plates and the others got the cutlery and glasses along with cans of soda. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing, though if you had been a casual observer, once things were being served, you would have noticed that Melanie got the first or best of everything. Roman added plates containing cheese and huge slabs of bread to the table along with salad items and garnishes though again to a casual observer it would have been apparent everyone was much more interested in the meat than anything else. Soon contented munching could be heard as everyone dug in. The meat disappeared fast before they snacked on the other items on the table, until Roman pushed his plate away, and leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach with one hand and holding a glass of soda in the other. The others looked at him some of them still eating others too having finished with the meal; it was pretty obvious he was going to tell them something.

"Just so everyone knows, two women moved into Meadow House today, we have no idea who they are or why they are here." He glanced at Dean who smirked at him while John nodded as if it was not news to him. "Dean has called dibs for the two of us." The other men groaned while Dean gave a bark of a laugh. "For now we are going to keep an eye on them, they will in all likelihood be in the woods, remember part of it belongs to Meadow house, we have to accept that there is a very real possibility that they are here to stay, so watch yourselves out there remember, the pack comes first."

That statement opened up a discussion around the table about the two women, who they could be, and what they looked like, no one seemed unduly bothered by the fact they were there. Roman however could not help wondering how it was that he had never been informed the place was on the market, and decided he would at some point try to find out if it had been a private sale or something. However with everyone well fed he felt relaxed and disinclined to do much of anything at the moment. Finally he and Dean wandered into his office leaving the others to clear up and make the kitchen and dining room clean again.

Not so far away the two young women who had made up part of the dinner conversation were sitting out on the grilling deck having a barbeque. They had found the slightly antiquated grill already out there, and a search of the cupboards had revealed pristine grilling racks to replace the ancient rusty ones that were on it when they discovered it. Steaks were cooking nicely and the girls had made salad to go with it as well as jacket potatoes. Genna knew the majority of Roxy's meal would be the steak, her body seemed to crave red meat this time of the month, and they put it down to another facet of her mystery illness.

The two women ate their meal and relaxed looking out into the wood, a comfortable silence descending over them as they listened to nature out beyond the fence. The noises were for a time, strange to ears used to hearing engines and people at all hours, instead of the songs of birds and insects and the odd animal blundering through the undergrowth. Neither of them felt the need to talk for a while, just sitting there in the evening sunshine in a couple of wooden Adirondack deck chairs they had found in a cupboard.

Finally though Genna set her empty soda glass down before using her hand to cover a yawn, they had, had an early start and even though it was still fairly early in the evening she was tired. Roxy turned to look at her and caught the yawn which caused her to make one of her own, she felt lazy and full her stomach slowly digesting the meal she had eaten. Yawning again Genna stood and stretched hearing the slight pop of some joints as she did, rolling her shoulders slightly before she picked up her dishes and looked at her friend.

"I don't know about you but I'm beat, I guess an early start and fresh air will do that to you." She smiled as Roxy stood up too and repeated her own action of stretching. "If I don't make a start on clearing up now, I'm not going to do it."

Roxy nodded her pretty red hair and smiled. "Yeah I feel worn out too, let's clear up and head to bed, maybe we could explore the wood a bit tomorrow." Her thoughts turned to the mysterious man she had met, maybe she would see him again in there, she shivered at the thought of him, there had been something about him, though he had been rude and she suspected trying to scare her, there was something about him that appealed to her, she might even say he called to her in some strange way.

Giving her silent agreement Genna carried the dirty dishes into the kitchen, while Roxy began to collect up the leftover food carrying it in to either refrigerate or throw out depending on what it was. The pair worked together easily after years of practice of doing things just like this, tossing idle comment back and forth as they worked.

Once the kitchen was clean and tidy again, dishes washed and put away, leftovers dealt with, the pair of them locked up the house for the night and headed up the stairs to bed.

After giving her sister a hug and wishing her a good night Genna let herself into her bedroom, it felt like it was going to be a warm night and she threw the windows open wide leaving the curtains back after all who would be looking in at her here? Then she stripped off and headed into her bathroom for a shower before bed. The bathroom was done in what she thought of as forest colours greens and browns it was a relaxing atmosphere and she felt herself so just that, as she stepped into the large shower and let the warm water rain down on her from the shower head. Reaching out she feel her hand connect with her shower gel that she had placed there earlier and she squeezed out a generous amount. Washing her body quickly she then realised she had not thought about a towel bring a towel. Dripping on the floor she hopefully searched the bathroom closet and was happy to turn up both towels and bedding in it. Drying off and wrapping the towel around her body she headed back into the bedroom to make up the bed, though it was not quite as fresh as she would have liked, the bedding was clean, and she made a mental note to explore more thoroughly tomorrow, and maybe start on a project of washing everything in the bathroom cupboards.

Searching the wardrobe turned up a beautiful ancient hand crafted quilt, which would be more than enough she decided to keep her warm should the night turn cold. Pillows too resided in the wardrobe and she added them to the bed before opening her case and pulling out a short pink camisole top and a pair of black girl boxers to sleep in. Pulling them on she picked up the towel and carried it into the bathroom depositing it, along with the outfit she had taken off into the hamper.

Heading back to the bedroom she was glad that she had taken the time to unpack and put her things away earlier, though she decided a little shopping was in order tomorrow. Her mind drifted to the man she had met, what sort of things would he like on her she wondered, did he prefer skirts or jeans, jeans or shorts, shorts or nothing at all. She pulled herself up short laughing at herself, she knew nothing about the man, he could be married or in a steady relationship for all she knew, plus he had been rude to her. Still she mused he had, had an effect on her like no other man she could ever remember.

Laughing at herself, putting her thoughts down to tiredness, Genna headed to the bed, pulling the bedding back and hoping that the mattress would not be damp she slid in between the cool sheets laying on her back and closing her eyes. She could picture his face in her mind, the grey eyes that had seemed to look so intently at her, the long black hair held back from his face and secured in a messy bun at the back of his neck. The goatee beard on his chin, that suited him oh so well.

Laughing at herself once again, Genna tried to banish him from her mind, she needed to sleep, she was tired and her mind was playing tricks, creating a connection to a man she did not know. Sighing softly she rolled onto her side and tried to compose her mind for sleep, it wasn't that she had never been close to a man, she had had boyfriends, but none of them had ever progressed much past that friend stage. Genna had never met a man she felt comfortable enough with to go past a little kissing and cuddling. Yet this stranger, who was maybe even a little hostile towards her, called to a part of her that had never been awakened before.

Growling at herself, she thumped her pillow into a more comfortable shape and settled herself again, this time clearing her mind and beginning a simple meditation, which she hoped would aid her in forgetting the man and getting some sleep.

It could have been hours or seconds since she closed her eyes, Genna was not sure; something had woken her, some noise outside maybe. She slid gracefully from the bed, her long white cotton night gown wrapping round her ankles as she rose from her seated position. The neck of the gown gaped open, the thin white tie threaded through the eyelets of the neck hung lose and it was possible to see the line of her breasts at the top, especially as one side of the garment slid from her shoulder and rested across her upper arm. She felt restless like something or someone, was calling to her, walking to the window she looked out at the bright light of the almost full moon that bathed the back yard and the wood in its glow.

Without thinking she turned away, heading for the door of her room and silently descended the stairs, walking down the hallway to the kitchen she headed for the back door and flung it carelessly open letting in the warm night air. As if they had a mind of their own, her feet took her out onto the porch and down the steps. She walked across the yard to the fence that separated it from the woodland beyond, there was an old rusted gate, pulling on it she found it opened easily enough, so she stepped through it out into the wood.

Stepping out a little hesitantly, she began to weave through the trees, Genna was not sure why she had come here but something was calling her on. Time seemed to have lost all meaning to her here in the moon lit night, and she moved on ever deeper, yet it seemed like no time at all before she found the grassy glade. A dear stood there eating peacefully, it raised its head at her approach, but seemed to dismiss her as being unthreatening. Genna hardly dared to breath as she watched the wild animal go about its meal, for a girl born and raised in the city, this was a magical moment.

It was broken however when a large body leapt at the dear, she screamed and the animal warned, as if by some sense of danger leapt away, the large predator just missing it. It growled in frustration seeing its prey leaping away into the trees, before turning its attention on the young woman. Slowly it stood on its hind legs, a parody of both man and animal; she could not see it clearly and did not want to guess at its intentions. Doing the only thing her terrified brain told her to, she ran. The trees that seemed so easy to navigate before seemed to whip at her body now, and the undergrowth that she had not noticed before, seemed set to trip her up and impede her progress, catching at the bottom of her nightgown. She could hear the creature, whatever it was following her, the noise of it crashing through the wood in pursuit, letting her know it was gaining ground on her.

She crashed into another glade and though it might give her space to draw away from the creature a little, when a warm body slammed into hers. She sprawled under the weight of it, then before she could even draw breath back into her lungs it was pulling her up with an arm around her waist. She turned her head and looked into a canine face, except that wasn't it, more like a mixture of human and canine. The grey eyes held intelligence, and she could see the black fur that covered the creature. It sniffed her and for a moment she expected the jaws to open and the teeth to close over her neck, snuffing out her life. Instead it pushed her back down onto the ground, before bringing up a paw, hand, and using its claws to rip down the back of her gown, allowing it to fall to the sides of her body.

He, it was definitely a male, she could feel that as he pulled her up onto her knees and hovered behind and over her. Her mouth and throat were too dry to scream as she realised what he was doing. The fur from his body touched her skin as he held her firm against him and she was too scared to move as she felt him pushing himself against her looking for the opening between her legs. Finding it he began to push inside her, throwing back his head as he did so and giving a deep howl which echoed away into the night.

Genna's eyes flew open, the scream dying on her lips as she realised she was in bed, the moonlight streaming in the open window. For a moment she was shocked to find she was not wearing the old fashioned damsel in distress night gown. It had only been a dream, or a nightmare depending on what you thought of it. With a soft sigh she slid out of the bed, her body trembling slightly and walked to the window looking out at the night, what she saw on the lawn of the back yard almost took her breath away. There sitting in the middle of the yard like it owned the place, was a huge black wolf, as she watched it lifted its head and howled, exactly the way the creature in her dream had.

Genna had to smile at herself, obviously it had howled before, and her sleeping mind had registered it, add in her run in with the man from earlier who had not been too welcoming, and there you had the strange half man, half wolf creature of her dream.

A moment later the howl was answered and another wolf appeared out of the wood jumped over the fence and joined the first; this one had a dirty blond coat. They growled at each other, play fighting for a moment or two till the black one got the brown one down, after that they lay side by side looking up at the house. For a moment Genna could have sworn the black one was looking right at her.

"Gen you'll never guess what." Genna turned slightly at her sister's voice not wanting to tear her gaze away from the beautiful creatures on the lawn.

"We have wolves in our back yard?" Genna asked. "This is like a dream, all my life I wanted to see a wolf, and now here they are right outside the window and they are beautiful."

Roxy joined Genna at the open window, even at this distance it seemed like the wolves heard Genna's voice, as they growled loudly and stood up walking closer to the house, till it was very obvious to the two women that they were both fully male.

Genna giggled at the thought that the animals understood enough to show her they were male and not to be thought of as beautiful, as if they could have understood what she said.

"Sorry guys." She called down to them. "Make that, they are two very handsome wolves."

The rumbling growls she got in return made her laugh, it was almost as if they were communicating with each other.

"They are gorgeous." Roxy added her comment. "Maybe those guys that are studying them feed them or something, so they are not so wary of people."

The wolves and human's looked at each other a while longer, till at last with a yip at his friend the black wolf stood up shook himself and headed to the fence. The blond too one last look at the two women, before following the other to the fence, then both of them jumped over it, vanishing into the trees. A few moments later two howls came from the wood quickly answered by other howls further away.

Genna and Roxy looked at each other their eyes shining, now the animals were gone it all seemed like some incredible dream, but for the fact they were awake and together they would have had trouble believing it happened. Not wanting to spoil the magic of the moment with words they gave each other a silent hug and Roxy left the room heading back to her own bed.

A smile playing on her lips, Genna crawled back into her bed and snuggled back down, occasional wolf howls actually lulled her back to sleep and if she dreamed again that night she did not remember it.

So there you have it the next chapter I hope you enjoyed it I think I have probably given you more questions to ask than I have answered questions for you. The answers will come later on in the story though, I promise. I would really appreciate it if you would leave me a review or pm me and let me know what you think.