I was doing patrol when I heard the sputter of a car on the highway about 15 miles away. My brothers must've heard it too because a few seconds later I heard my alpha's voice in my head.
"Paul, go check and see if someone needs help," Sam commanded. I groaned and let out a few curses.
"C'mon Sam! I only had a few minutes left of my patrol! I want to go home, I've got a date tonight with Kylie," I whined.
"Lyla, Paul. Her name is Lyla. Kylie was last week," Jared corrected me. I laughed and inwardly smirked.
"Whoops, anyway Sam I can't. I'm all booked up!" I said. I felt his anger at me.
"Paul, go, NOW!" The power of his order hit me like a brick. I cursed him and ran toward the direction of the car. I saw it sitting on the side of the road and I heard soft sobbing coming from the inside. For some reason I felt the need to go comfort the woman sitting inside. I felt Sam's order weigh on me so I phased back and pulled on my ripped cutoff jeans. I ran to the car and lightly knocked on the driver side window. She jumped at the sound of my knocking and quickly turned and tried to squint to see me. I couldn't blame her, I was having a hard time seeing her through the downpour. I saw her look down and find the crank to roll down her window and when it was all the way down she looked up and I heard her sharp intake of air.
I felt my breath leave me as if I'd been punched in the gut. I suddenly didn't care about the pack, or my date, or any of my other troubles. I cared about her, this woman whom only moments before was sobbing in her car. I felt my heart ache at that thought. She was crying and I needed to know why. She was opening and closing her mouth trying to find words to say and I smiled at her. Apparently I had the same effect on her as she did me.
"Hi," she whispered. I smiled bigger. Her voice was soft and light, but it was the kind of voice that could cut you like a knife if needed. She smiled back at me and raised an eyebrow and I realized I hadn't answered her. I felt a blush rise into my cheeks.
"Hello. Are you okay? Do you need help?" I asked. Her smile fell and she nodded.
"Yeah, my car just broke down and my stupid fiancé decided dinner was more important than picking me up!" She spat. My heart shattered. Fiancé? She had a fiancé? How was that possible? She was meant for me! I felt myself start shaking at the idea of another man loving her and spending his life with her. This would not be okay. My inner wold told me to track him down and kill him but I felt the sadness and hopelessness radiating off of her and I knew my wolf would have to wait. She came first.
I walked around her car and popped the hood. I fiddled with a few things and a couple of loose wires and such. When I felt it acceptable I told her to try starting it. She did and it roared to life. I heard her squeal in excitement and clap her hands together.
"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" She squealed. I smiled at her and my wolf purred with satisfaction. I pleased her and he was happy with it. I closed the hood and walked back over to her window.
"No problem, I'm glad I could help," I said. I stood up and took that as my cue to leave. My wolf growled at me and I pushed it back. I began walking.
"WAIT!" I heard her yell. I stopped immediately and turned around. She looked almost panicked. "Please let me give you a ride! It's the least I can do since you helped me," she said. I smiled and nodded. I climbed into the passenger side of her car.