Don't get caught: 2P Werewolf England and Reader:
The room smelled like medical supplies and pine. The floor was covered in scratches, mud, and hair, the heater was broken so it was probably colder inside than out, and the only light came from the buzzing LED lights that flickered every so often. But none of this was your problem. Your problem lay in the cage before you and also surrounded you, writing on clipboards and trying to use the broken telephone.
“Ma’am, you do realize this thing has been the one attacking other animals lately,” the ranger with the clipboard said. His subordinate was too busy cussing at the phone to be part of the conversation, not that it mattered, no way were you letting them take him away.
You rested a hand on your hip and sighed, “It was also on MY property,” you said, “I should have some say in what you do with it.”
The ranger grumbled and wrote something on his clipboard. “You don’t understand. What if it attacks a hum-?”
You cut him off before he could finish, “It’s not going to attack a human. Wolves naturally hunt for deer! You’re freaking out over nothing.”
His expressions wavered, “But ma’am…Look at how big this thing is.”
You eyed the wolf. It was much bigger than a normal wolf in the forest and oddly colored too. The thing sat squashed in a cage with its head bent and looking up at you with guilty bright blue eyes that just made you sigh and roll your eyes.
“Okay…” you shrugged your shoulders and tried to look indifferent, “What if I take it back to my cabin and take care of it?”
The ranger paused for a moment, but shook his head. “This is a nature preserve. We only allow you a gun in case of attacks.”
“What if I say I was out and it attacked me?” you urged, flickering your focus between the panicked wolf and the ranger.
The ranger hissed and scribbled something on his note board, while shuffling his feet. “Maybe,” he said, scratching his head with his pen.
You smiled inwardly; knowing that the ranger was about to crack and you would get custody of the wolf. Who knows how much paper work it would take to ship that thing out? And not to mention tests would cost a fortune.
He traded a glance with his companion who was tugging on a jacket to go check the broken phone lines. They exchanged a nod and one last look at the wolf before the companion parted.
You had an idea of what was running through their heads and dug through your jacket pocket and removed two fifties from your wallet. His eyebrow rose in interest and dug through his pockets. You could hear the jingle of keys and nearly gave a sigh of relief when you traded the money for the keys.
“I’ll help you load it into the truck,” he mumbled.
You lived at the edge of the forest in a log cabin, so the drive wasn’t that far, but your palms grew moist, your heart fluttered, and you flinched to look at the driver every time you hit a bump and the wolf made some sort of noise. Luckily he didn’t notice your odd behavior and kept his eyes on the road. You stayed by the wolf’s side when the ranger dropped you off until he was out of sight.
You dropped to your knees and ignored the cold snow that stung your kneecaps, but your chest was warm as you pressed up against the wolf and ran your fingers through his silky hair, feeling for broken bones or bumps, but also enjoying the feeling.
The feeling you had when you ran your fingers over every muscle that flexed under your touch, knowing that at any moment he could pounce and rip you or anyone to shreds
“I told you to be careful,” you murmured, before kissing his bloody muzzle.
He ducked his head in shame and whimpered, before following you inside. You grabbed a blanket off the nearby couch and through it over him before you headed to the kitchen where a pot of hot coffee was waiting.
And just a moment later he was behind you, reaching out for a hug and wrapped in the blanket. “I’m sorry,” he wailed and cuddled your shoulder, probably getting blood on it in the process.
You sighed and turned to give him the coffee. “I know you didn’t mean to get caught. Just…” your eyes burned with tears, “DON’T get caught.”
He took the cup from your hands and set it on the counter before wrapping his arms around you, “I’m sorry…I can’t help it…please forgive me.” He looked at you hopefully with shiny light blue eyes.
You sniffed and held him closer, breathing in the scent of pine and lemon. “Okay…but you’ll have to call your friend…the one who works on the cars.”
Artie gave you a puzzled look and gently rubbed your arms, “Why? What happened?”
You gave him a guilty smile, “I dented the front when…I ran into a telephone pole.”