The Land Grabber

"I told you to call me on my cell." 

I whisper, covering the mouthpiece receiver of the telephone. My brows raise and pull together as a sign of nervousness. I don't know what's the urgent matter for him to be this careless. 

"I've been calling your cell phone, but you never picked up, not even once; what am I supposed to do? This is an urgent matter, Ria ." 

Rolf's tone is controlled yet bold enough to make a valid point. "Don't call me that; what is it?" I tap my feet on the floor, waiting for him to spill the beans. 

"The old packhouse has a new owner; He is the great-great-grandchild of the sole owner of the land." I almost loosen my grip holding the phone in my ear. 

"What!? That property has been with me for the longest time; I purchased it since the day we found it, remember?" My voice has a hint of fury. 

The initial owner of the land sold it to me, generation after generation. Since Rolf and I are the only werewolves in the human world. I want to conserve the only connection I have to my roots, especially to my mother. 

"Calm down, I know you won't let this slide, but the new owner doesn't want to honor the deed of sale signed by his great-great-grandfather Adolfo."

My jaw clenches instantly upon hearing Rolf's explanation. 

"What should we do?" I can feel the tension climbing from my head down to my nape. 

"I've talked to him before calling you; he said we are free to settle the matter with his lawyers." My hand automatically bangs the reception counter of the animal clinic.  

Alice glares at me with sharp eyes. I release a long deep breath. This can't be happening! 

"No, I won't talk to his lawyers."

"Of course, you won't; he moved in this morning; I'm allowing you to see the new owner but make sure to hold your temper down." 

I sigh; whoever that new owner is, he better put a wall up before I chew him alive; that property is off-limits; I will make him regret stepping into what's mine.

"Okay, bye, Thanks." 

I hear the dial tone at last. 

"You okay, Doc?" 

I let out a forced smile for Alice to witness. 

"Yes, never been better. Call my first patient." I mutter as I walk towards my office door, ignoring the morbid thoughts of killing that new owner in my head.

Ten dogs and four cats are my beloved patients; by five in the afternoon, I'm done for the day. 

"Thanks, Alice, see you tomorrow," I mumble to her politely and wave my hand goodbye. 

"Have a good night, Doctor Harris!" She is waving back at me with a smile curving on her lips.

I reach the parking space outside the animal clinic and put on my helmet; I move my legs as I ride my big bike. 

Talk to his lawyers? Hell no! The only statement running through my mind. I'm on my way to reclaim what's mine. 

A few moments later, I'm standing in front of our old packhouse; nothing much has changed. The big trees and the cold breeze touching my skin feel like home; I'm home. 

I removed my helmet, put it on the top of my BMW bike. The entire house is completely dark. 

"Hello?" I shout, enough for someone to notice and hear. 

I almost lose balance when I feel a solid manly arm tangle to my neck, choking me from behind. 

"What are you doing here?" 

His baritone voice is dangerous. I grit my teeth. I wouldn't say I like it when someone touches me without my permission. 

I bend over and throw his body using my two hands. The man places his left hand on his belly, feeling the pain. 

The moon is highly bright tonight, and with its light, I'm able to get a full view of the man's face and his topless body brushing to the ground. 

My face contorts upon realizing that he is the same man I encountered back in the pub's parking area.

"You again? Are you seriously following me around? Are you a stalker?" 

He stands up so quickly and shakes the dirt off in his sweatpants.

The man looks at me with those deep blue ocean eyes, shiny glistening to the moonlight. I'm taken aback a little with his mighty and glorious demeanor. 

"Me, your stalker? Oh, please give me a break; how dare you trespass on my private property?" I'm getting distracted by his gorgeous male hot body; his perfectly carved eight packs abs are saying hello to me straight to my face. 

My pupils widen at the revelation that he is the new owner of the old packhouse. In the population of the entire human race, Why does it have to be him? 

"Are you going to stand here all night? Talk to me!" He scowls; his facial expression demands an equal explanation. 

"So it's you, the stubborn man who won't honor the deed of sale signed by your grandfather?" 

He snickered, revealing his perfect white set of teeth. No bad angle? Is he a model? 

"Great great grandfather, by the way." He corrects my last words prudently.

"Whatever, the deed of sale is valid; talking to your lawyers will be a waste of time on my part." 

He is tensing his facial muscles; he gazes unhappy at me.  

I put my hands across my chest. If he thinks I will back down or I'm scared of him? I'm not. 

"This the second time you deliberately harmed me, Miss." 

I chuckle fully at how funny he is acting.

"Have you heard of self-defense, the first time I recall, I gave you a warning; how dare you to kiss me that night!?" 

His lips are red and pouty as it twitches; his deep ocean blue eyes are studying me intently. 

"I have a name; it's Axel. Stop addressing me improperly, I told you I needed help that night, but you weren't that helpful, are you?" 

He has a point; I'm not the helpful kind; I intend to mind my own business since I don't want anyone knowing my secret. 

"I'm not here to revisit how we met; I'm here to tell you to move out," I utter firmly, gazing at him with bold, sharp eyes. 

The man named Axel won't bulge at all; he was standing marvelously right before my naked straight face. 

"I have no time for this; if you want to contest, talk to my lawyers." He is turning his back and walking away from me.

I follow behind him, placing my hand in his left arm, not allowing him to go. I remove my hand abruptly, feeling the electricity touching his skin. 

He turns his head once again, giving me a questioning glare. He raises his perfect arch eyebrow at me. 

"Woman, what the hell do you want?" 

My bloodstream is beginning to boil like a hot volcano; no one disrespects me. He is the first to cross the line. I'm attempting so hard not to growl at him. I count on my head to keep my temper cool. 

"Look, Axel, this place has a sentimental value to me; before your family acquired this property, it belonged to my family first. I don't know what happened along the way, but we lost it, and I had to take it back again from your great great grandfather."  

I can't tell him the full details, but I'm not lying either. Axel's face contorted in confusion. 

"You had to take it back from my great-great-grandfather? How is that possible when you're not even born by then like me?"

I bite my lower lips, struggling to match his eye contact. 

"No, I mean, my family had to get it back." 

His eyes sharpen again, observing my body language.

"I see; what's your name?" 

"Ar.Uhm Robin Harris." Such a bummer. Why am I stuttering? I almost say my birth name. 

"Robin? That's a very unusual name you got."

"I'll say unique don't you think so?" What's wrong with my human name?

"Very persuasive woman, if you want to take this property back, be here tomorrow after lunch; we'll talk about my terms." He announces briefly. 

"Terms? What do you mean?" I raise a question.

He glances at me, allowing me to see his topless body, good lord, why does he have to be this perfect? 

"Miss Harris, it's late; this can wait tomorrow." He utters completely, leaving me outside my old packhouse, dazzled by our second encounter. 

I have no choice but to leave and sleep this off. Axel acts like a man of steel, but that doesn't worry me; he is a mere human; he has no match against me.  

Back at my house, I'm lying on my bed, and that spark the moment I touch him earlier is the only constant thing occupying my mind; I have been here in the human world for far too long, and never I react that way to anyone. It is a brief brush of his skin to mine, and I'm getting work up. 

Axel's human scent lingers on the tip of my nose even after showering. I smell trouble. His name speaks of trouble. As a werewolf, I tend to put my defenses intact; I'm very territorial, and he will soon regret messing up with me. 

No one messes up with Ria Elise Luan that gets away with it. That arrogant prudent man has to make sure not to bore me with his human terms tomorrow; I bite hard when I'm bored. 

I let sleep take over as my tired body aims for rest.