Wolf Desire: 5 Delicious Alpha Wolf Shifter Tales

by Clarissa Black

  My eyes widened seeing the trusses of the sloping ceiling beams form together with hard wood floors interlined in granite; it was all part of east meeting west that I was looking for.

  “They are looking to start you as an associate due immediately. This is the perfect opportunity for you. This would finally put you in a very good position to conquer the architectural world. And did I tell you? They pay top-notch salaries, the best in the industry really, and the best part is that you’d be based in Paris. I mean for a gal like you nothing would be more perfect.”

  Paris. What about the American workers here? I thought to myself as I traced the beams down to the sloping of the temple style roofing.

  “Like I said they were pleasantly surprised by your work. I mean this doesn’t happen much. Cindee, I think your stars had aligned perfectly. You, my girl, are on your way to the top!!”

  I cleared my throat and sipped on clear Omaha’s finest water spring. This was indeed the coveted position in all of the architectural firm. They are known to be very selective of who they let it. And once you’re in, the sky is the limit.

  “But what about my current work?” I asked, gulping down the water.

  “That dirt hole will be nothing compared to the ornate buildings you’d be designing with the top famous personalities of the architectural world. Don’t worry about that job. I can get a replacement for you in no time.”

  I fell silent. There was more work to be done. Not just for me but for Dillard and Hideshi and the rest of the local workforce who were counting on our success. I can’t fail them now.

  The silence of the phone drew heavy, “So Cindee. Should we book you in the next Jet out of there? Oh I forget to mention. They have a sign-in bonus that is exceedingly large. Almost half a year worth of salary.”

  “I’m not going to take it.” I cleared my throat reaching for the Omaha bourbon that was gifted to me in the barstool.

  “I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood you,” said Jazzy.

  “I’m declining the offer.” I said as I downed a shot of aged bourbon to steel my nerves.

  “You’re declining the offer? But Cindee. A thousand women would die to have an offer such as this. They need an answer as soon as possible. So if you don’t take it, it’s gone forever. Opportunities like these are very hard to come by. They’re once in a lifetime opportunity.”

  “I know.” I said as I reeled from the gravity of my decision. “But I need to finish this project. I hope you understand.”

  “What a professional! OK Cindee. That is your call. I’ll let them know about it. I just didn’t think you’d find your calling in a cow dung facility.”

  “Cow-breeding.” I corrected her. “And they make good beef.”

  “Ok Cindee. It’s your call. See ya when I see ya.”

  When the call ended, I downed another shot of bourbon to clear my head. I’ve made a life-changing decision. Instead of my brain, I followed my heart.

  I crouched down to the model of the events building. I realized there was something wrong with the supplied map sketch and how my own rendering was showing up. There seemed to be a black area of hidden space that seemed to have been left out from the details of my mock-up.

  It was well late in the evening, almost midnight. I didn’t care. There was work to be done. I grabbed my keys and off I went back to the facility.

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  On the drive I couldn’t help notice how the huge full moon was. It stood proudly at the center of the freeway, like a sort of bright star pointing me to where I needed to go. The desolate open fields basked in the light bluish glow. It was a magical sight but it also felt eerie. Asides from patrol cars, I seem to be the only car traveling. When I turned into the facilities extension road, I haven’t seen a car or any form of life for miles.

  The headlight of my eyes hit the cement parking lot of the lonely office building. Strangely, the lights were still on. Was somebody still working? I entered the office in slow steps. The cubicles were all empty. I plopped my laptop in one of the desk and started looking at the CAD drawing of the building.

  Almost 30 minutes had passed after midnight, when I heard pacing footsteps. Surely, the managers would have left by now. But the pacing grew even more pronounced as if it were trying to walk a thousand miles per hour. I slowly inched towards the source. It seems to be coming from the main CEO office of Hideshi. Hideshi was still working! How devoted he is to his work.

  I didn’t want to bother him in his work. I know I should have said hi and hello. It’s been years, but I just didn’t feel it was the proper time. Besides, I’ll surely have the chance to give him a proper hello during the opening event. He’ll be there inside my creation. I’m really looking forward to it.

  Looking attentively at the CAD layout of the site-map, which is the horizontal map showing all the structures and sub-structures, I finally pin-pointed that blank spot which was mysteriously not included in the submitted designs of the whole facility work. I would have left this area as an unsolved mystery, except one of my pipes were to run directly beneath it. I needed to see it.

  I grabbed my jacket and headed out to the crisp air. A gentle breeze gave a warm feeling as the expanse of the countryside’s soft wind hummed a melodious tune that blew my hair to its side.

  “It’s rather late now ma’m,” said a familiar voice with a familiar face.

  “Dillon!!” I said happy to see him out here. He wasn’t wearing his overalls, instead he was wearing a farmer’s outfit.

  “Night duty ma’m. I saw you pulled in and stood guard for you ma’m. I know you a hardworking woman. And that’s why I’ll be accompanying you. Have no fear ma’m you’d be safe with me.” He said with a sweet gentleness in his expression as he tilted his head proudly hinting at the gun that was strapped on his shoulders, a mark of his authority in this place.

  “I’m glad you’re here,” I said as I clutched a sheet from my pocket and showed it to Dillon, “I need your help Dillon. I’m trying to find this one spot in the facility.” I pointed at the spot. Dillon face crinkled trying to make sense of the site-map.

  “Yeah, I know where that is. It’s right by the veterinary. Where feeders are located just prior to their vaccinations. We have an animal friendly place going around here.” He said with an eager smile in his face.

  “Ok, the Buiatrics, bovine veterinary structure. Would you show that place to me please.”

  “Of course. I see that you’re wearing your boots. Good to know that. Let’s go ma’m.”

  That biuatrics facility was responsible for keeping the cows in a healthy state. Kobe beef, a little known fact, can only be produced if the cattle themselves are kept in a stress-free condition. Efforts to replicate it was largely unsuccessful. Except with Hideshi’s cattle. He took the elements of the wagyu cattle breeding stock and cross-bred it with the all American Angus bred. A mish-mash of cultures.

  The area was the realm of engineers, animal scientists, rangers, and laborers. I would have expected a cow building facility to be rougher looking. Except this was not. It was aesthetically pleasing visual open aired environment with high ceilings and great ventilation. I thought it would have smelled bad, but apparently fresh grass smell is piped in.

  It was night time and cows were asleep. They usually fall asleep after grazing out the whole day as was explained to me.

  “This way.” I trotted along with my guide, uncertain how this would end. Cute little cows lay silently sleeping amidst the open aired barn.

  Right adjacent to barn was another structure. I looked at it with inquisitive eyes. It appeared to be just another barn. It looked like a supply shack.

  “Here. What’s in there?” I asked pointing at the structure.

  “That ma’m is the fridge. It’s supposedly a very controlled environment, and only a select few have access to it. I’ve never been inside I’m afraid, so that’s all I can say.”

  A fridge? He probably meant cold-storage. From the looks of it seemed rather crude lo
oking for such an important aspect of operation. I double checked the area just to make sure, but found that sure enough this was the location where one of my pipes would tunnel through. Why would they leave a crucial piece of infrastructure such as a cold storage unit out of the sketches? It made no sense. I double checked my sketch to mark the exact dimension of the structure. Bringing out my laser ruler I could triangulate the physical dimension on a horizontal plane. It was a two person job, with each person holding the laser measuring device.

  “Dillon. Here, take this.” I gave a piece of the laser device to Dillon. “Now, I’m going around the building to do some measurements. I need your help. Is that ok with you?”

  Dillon gave an eager nod. I smiled back.

  “When I go around the barn. I’m going to send a signal to your device. This right here will turn blue. When it does I need you to press this button to confirm.” I pulled the trigger as unseen laser shot through the air and back to the device. Dillons device led light turned blue. “Now if you see it blue like that I need you to press.”

  Dillon pressed it. And I confirmed that I saw the blue light that indicated that mine too was properly calibrated.

  “Great. Now I’m going to be taking three measurements ok. So I’ll need you stand right here until you see the blue light turn on then press the button to confirm. Sounds simple enough right?”

  Dillon gave me a nod. This area wasn’t very well illuminated but the full moon washed over the sky enough so that I was able to see the ground. I just needed to make three measurements from the other side. I walked all the way to the other side. I pressed the button on my laser, waiting for Dillon to press his. Ok, a blue light indicated that he pressed it. Done. Now on the next. I walked to the middle of the back and pressed the button again. Dillon pressed it again, so it was done. Easy enough. Then I went to the outermost edge of the structure, pressed the button and waited for Dillon to press back.

  A few moments passed and my light still has not turned blue. I started to wonder if there was a glitch on the machine. I shouted, “Dillon!”

  But there was no reply.

  “Dillon?” I called out. “It’s ready now.”

  But nobody answered. The soft wind blew the sound of gentle cow moans from the buivatrics and nothing else. I needed this last measurement. I walked around, encircling the facility, to the point where I started. When I reached the corner all I saw was an empty space. No Dillon. Just the ground and the biuvatrics facility adjacent to the cold storage.

  Where could Dillon be? I asked myself when suddenly the blue light on my device turned on, signaling that Dillon pressed the button. Strange. I saw the digital compass point to the biuvatrics facility so I started walking towards it, pressing the button again to see if I get any response. When I reached the entrance, suddenly it turned blue again. Dillon was pressing this button from somewhere inside this facility.

  I stepped inside and was greeted by anxious looking cows. They were peaceful earlier. Clearly something had stirred them. It was rather dim as the light setting had been reduced to induce sleep. It was a strange feeling to be eyed suspiciously by the cows. They seemed to have huddled together in small groups as if protecting themselves from something.

  “Dillon?” I called out. A trashy sound emanating from the other side caught my attention. With paced steps I walked around and saw a shadow of a man. It was a strange looking shadow, it seemed like a man and a dog in a tight embrace with the wolf-dog snapping at the man.

  My eyes trailed the shadow and into the figure that casted them. My jaw fell in disbelief. It looked like Dillon had captured a white wolf in what appeared to be fishing pole contraction with a hook rope in the end. The line yard hook wrapped around the wolf’s neck, restraining it, as it pounced violently trying to getaway. I’ve seen this before, I thought. They used this contraption to ‘hook’ around the neck of cows to subdue them for their shots. I’ve seen the similar mount used by animal-control to ensnare rabid dogs in the suburbs. Either way, it seemed like a fishing pole with a rope hook in the end.

  The image of the wolf was a blur, as it pounced, twisted, and twirled attempting to dislodge the hook that encircled his neck. When it stopped with its flurry of movements, my eyes widened with disbelief. The wolf, first of all, didn’t look much of a wolf. It looked more like beast wolf, unsightly, but beautifully formed. Twice the size of a regular wolf, it looked like it could’ve rivaled a cow with its size. Its muscles were bulky mounds with defined striation, which was all visible beneath its thin coat of white fur. It had a fleshy look to it, an odd combination that reminded me more of human than wolf. A long snout marked its head; and pulled back lips displayed bristling fangs as it looked towards Dillon as if he was meat.

  Its eyes were triangular slits full of malignant anger. Fire, crimson in color, shot from its eyes. Not an actual fire, but a dim glow of red as if it had an energy source from within. For a split-second I saw those fiery eyes glance towards me. It gave me a look, which seemed like it recognized me. I felt an immediate connection with this animal. Unsheathing its claws, again it sprung at Dillon.

  A forceful snap of Dillon’s rod turned the animal to the ground, pinning and crashing it down to its side. It was rather painful to look at. The wolf tried to get up, but the leverage of the rod slammed the wolf down harder each time. This thing was made to subjugate cow, surely it was overkill to use for a wolf.

  “Dillon!” I cried out.

  “Cindee! I need you to stay back. This wolf is a rather strong one, I don’t think I can pin it down any longer. This wolf had been attacking our cattle; I caught him here just in time before he snapped one of our prizes for a meal. I’m not going to waste any more time with this wolf. I’m going to bring it down.”

  He twisted the rod down, pinning the wolf neck to the ground with such pressure that its head was sinking to the ground. The wolf tried to get-up again fighting against the force of pressure, but Dillon raised his arms and drove the rod straight to the wolf’s neck. Either the neck would burst from the direct pressure of the rod or the tightening of the hook would strangle it.

  “Dillon! Don’t do it. We’ll just call animal control.”

  I felt bad for the wolf. But Dillon was now overwhelmed in a panicked rage. I was sure he would kill this wolf. Again the wolf got up, but this time, Dillon maneuvered the hook so that it clenched even tighter on the wolf’s neck. It yelped in pain. And I saw that it was choking on the ground.

  “Dillon! Please! You have to let this animal go! This isn’t the way to go.” I called out. My eyes filling with tears.

  I felt emotional about this wolf, I didn’t particularly know why. But Dillon didn’t stop, he even clenched the rod harder so that the animal’s chocking turned violent. Then when violent spasm stopped, its eyes closed, which signaled its succumbing to the fate of death. A heavy feeling of dread hit me as I picked up the futuristic looking gun from where Dillon had left it. The wolf looked at me for the last time before it closed it eyes.

  I didn’t want to do it, but I pointed at Dillon. I’d only have one shot at this, a few more seconds to save this animal. With lightning quickness I pointed at Dillon’s leg and pulled the trigger.

  Dillon didn’t even notice what had hit him. But I saw it with my own eyes. A red feathered dart stuck to his hind leg. Dillon immediately started relaxing his hold on the wolf, staggering a few steps back looking confused. Then he fell on the ground. He tried to fight it, I saw him try, but the sedative was quickly working around his system. He was still conscious when the wolf opened its eyes and pushed his body up.

  Then the most amazing thing happened. Different parts of the wolf started to move and form into bumps. It was like there was something from within the wolf that made its body spike and move in waves. My eyes widened with utmost disbelief when its body morphed into human. I almost fainted when the final transformation of its head morphed to a human’s head, with a face that hit me from the core of my being.

  It was Hides
hi! His face, slim and taunt, and exotic arose from the ground. His naked masculine body shone in delicious sweat. The angular chiseled panels of his chest was crowned by broad muscular shoulders. His torso narrowed down to his waist trailed by the rock hard leanness of corrugated abdominals. He stood erect for a second, chest out, and shoulders back. He inhaled a lung full of air before again fixating his gaze on Dillon. Grabbing the rope that hung around his neck, he unhooked himself, tossing the rod contraption to the ground.

  There was still that same primal malignant hatred that shone from his eyes, as if the wolf in him had still not been completely lost. Taking wide, determined steps of authority towards Dillon. Hideshi looked straight at Dillon’s eyes as if he were still wolf and Dillon was his wounded prey. He grabbed Dillon by the neck and with just one arm lifted him clean off the ground. Dillon was completely off the ground with his neck being crunched by Hideki’s powerful arms. Thoughts of the locker room again entered my mind.