Wolf or Love

In the city of Dallas there were different packs of wolf shifters but in this particular pack a wolf shifter had an influential father but she was the rare kind of wolf shifter a latent - they couldn't fully shift to a wolf but still make changes in claws and teeth.

She was asleep then suddenly she woke up.

Where is that smell coming from?

A nice smell was perceived , pondered Danica Hart. She was sure it didn’t belong in her bed though. Her head was deep in thoughts and it told her three things. One, the smell was actually a person’s scent – a most luscious scent and Lavender plant. Two, the attractive scent belonged to a male. And three, that it was a wolf shifter, just like her. Danica did not bring in any strange guys into the pack house, even if they did smell ambrosial. Slightly, she looked at the space beside her and was able to confirm her suspicion that the mystery male was long gone. She then looked at her alarm clock along with her bedside table. And these sheets beneath her, she suddenly realized were not hers.

Hurriedly, she sat up. Nope, she wasn’t in her room. Infact, she wasn’t even in her home. Scanning her surroundings with caution, and cleaning her tired eyes which looked heavy.

Her eyes widened in response to not only the luxury around her, but also the

realisation that she was inside what looked to be a freaking earth hole. "A cave?" She thought, Hell, no. The walls were all perfectly smooth. The floors were covered with an expensive taupe rug that felt attractively soft. There was a triple wardrobe styled like those for males , and a large set of drawers; both a dark oak that matched the headboard of the platform bed. The bed itself was under a smooth arch that had been cut into the cave, making it comfortable despite that the bed was huge. But not comfortable enough that she was enjoying this freaky little scenario.

Although her inner wolf was on the alert, she wasn’t nervous or anxious. Danica stifled. Her dumb wolf didn’t even have the sense to worry that she was in a strange place – a cave, not even noticing that she had no memory of arriving in. It was probably a good thing that she was latent.

So…had she gone out with Lavelle and somehow ended up going home with a guy? That didn’t sound right. For one thing, she couldn’t recall

arranging a night out, let alone actually offering to go out. Moreover, her position

as pack healer meant she was always on call and so getting extremely drunk was something she never did. Also, she was fully clothed – casual clothing that she would never wear on a night out – and there was no smell of sex on her or the bed.

What was the last thing she remembered doing? Her brain was foggy but she could recall heading to the internet café at around noon. She sure didn’t remember getting there. It was like there was a gap in her memory. Danica lifted the air around her into her system, filtering through the various scents. There were only two individuals that she could smell beside herself and the delicious smelling wolf. Another male and a female, both of whom were also unfamiliar wolf shifters. At least she could be sure that she wasn’t in the hands of that dick alpha, Cody , who didn’t give a crap that she didn’t want to be claimed by him. For that matter, her father didn’t give a crap either; he was too busy trying to build an ally with the other pack and if that meant using his daughter to get it, he happily would.She wished she could say that it was just because he was so desperate for an ally. But no, her dad already had plenty of alliances with other packs. He simply didn’t have time for his only child because, as a latent, she was a blow to his pride, an aberration in his bloodline. He hated her because, as he had seen to her conception, she was his weakness. She put his ‘greatness’ into question for the rest of the pack. Or so he thought.He certainly wouldn’t bother putting her photo on a milk carton if she never got home from wherever the hell she was.

Spotting a set of white curtains, she flicked the counterpane aside and rose

from the bed. Dizziness momentarily rushed over her and she swayed back. Jesus, what was with her? Staggering to the curtains with slow ungraceful movements, she parted them to reveal a window that was unfortunately locked. Rather than morning, it was more like the evening time.

Did that mean she hadn’t spent the night here and had only been here a few hours? Or did it mean she had just had one hell of a sleep?

Her brows almost hit her hairline as she took in the view. Most packs had a massive luxury lodge surrounded by a number of cabins. Some even had lodges situated on cliffs. But this place wasn’t on a cliff, it was the cliff. With the arched balconies and the smooth stairways leading to different levels, it was like those ancient cave homes versus the town of Bedrock.

What. The. Fuck?

Below was grass. Grass. More grass. A huge forest. So, from what she could tell, she was in some kind of huge cave system in the middle of no man’s land. She had heard of caves having been hollowed out and turned into homes or even hotels, but never had she expected they could be made to have such a warm, modern look. Something told her she was still in Dallas somewhere, but she had a feeling the cab ride home was going to be expensive. Good thing her kidnapper was rich. Especially since there didn’t seem to be any sign of her purse or bag anywhere. If this was all a joke she didn't get it.

Smoothing out the misery of her existence that couldn’t seem to decide what shade of blonde it wanted to be, she headed for the door on nervous legs.

She might have been cautious if she wasn’t so annoyed, queasy and confused. Besides, she figured that if these wolves had any intention of hurting her they would have done so already, and they definitely wouldn’t have left her to sleep on such a comfortable bed in an extravagant room.

She pulled on the door handle but, to her horror and frustration, the door was locked. Locked? “Hello!” she called out as she knocked loudly.

No response. “Helloooooooooo!” Still nothing .

So, to sum up, she was in a strange place around strange shifters and she was being confined? Well now her wolf was pissed. Being confined was enough to anger and disturb any shifter. “Helloooo! This is your captive speaking! Open the goddamn door!”

A chuckle prefaced the turning of a key and then the door slowly swung open. Danica found herself face to face – well, face to chest – with what could only be described as a living breathing mountain. Another wolf.

She arched a brow at his cocky, devilish crooked smile, wondering what could possibly be so amusing.

“You’re awake. Good.”

“And just which dwarf might you be?” No it wasn’t a good time to make jokes but she was a bitch of sarcasm and when she was pissed off the sarcasm took on a life of its own.

His smirk widened. “The Alpha wants to speak to you.”

“And your Alpha is…?”

He winked. “Follow me.”