Like A Wild Dog

The car rattled down the lonesome road. A grave tale she didn't want to face anytime soon. Her fingers on the steering were straining so much, her knuckles were turning white. All the piled up anger in her was just being suppressed under her skin. She wanted to turn around right now, march back up to that house and give Ivailo a piece of her fist. She just wanted to shove his word back down his throat and eradicate it from her mind but did she even have the balls to punch a werewolf?

Wasn't she running like a cattle about to be butchered because she was afraid of even offending such a fearsome entity? The man exuded danger and murder like he has dipped his hands in blood before. His touch still lingered on her skin and she wanted to reach home as fast as possible and scrub every part of her until not even a scent was left.

and fuck, Elizabeth Harewil still wasn't answering her fucking phone.

Her car hit a bump and she jolted in her seat. Her body was still on high alert even if she couldn't even see the community anymore and it was aggravating. If Ivailo had been any less of a wolf and more human she would slam her bag into the side of his head already like she would have done any other man. Ollie shouldn't have felt as pathetic as she did now. Her fear was slowly turning into anger.

No matter how scared she was, she wasn't accepting this disgrace. Ollie squeezed the steering wheel and pressed down on the gas. She could run away and quit or she could give that bastard something to shove up his hairy ass.

Or she could wait around and see if his words were true?

Even if intuition was telling her he was right, why should she throw good money into the air because she thought he was? Why should she believe him so blindly? Ivailo wasn't god.

Hypothetically, the government would do something this atrocious, she didn't put it past them but Ivailo himself claimed werewolves weren't inhumane and were more human than humans were. If those words had any truth in them, he wouldn't kill her even though every minute she spent in his presence felt akin to death. Wasn't the government banking on the werewolves going ballistic on her flesh?

So if they didn't, she still had a job to carry through, be a good nanny and integrate Lilac, Nile and Edil safely into human society. A smile surfaced on her face.

Ollie had a flaw.

She had an obsession with proving anyone who assumed she was weak wrong. She shouldn't have hated a man so much in a matter of minutes. Her fear and anxiety were quickly forgotten as she took a turn unto a road out of the forest and she was back to civilization. It was like she entered another dimension with the stark difference hitting her in the face.

One thing she knew was, Human society was the best and she wouldn't give it up for anything, not even death.

......

Yellow irises stared down at her in contempt. His expression was dark and his face was the epitome of distaste like he was staring at something vile. Under all of that, Ollie could see the surprise that she even showed up at his doorstep after the whole diabolical situation yesterday. He must've thought she was too much of a weak human to come back. Well, he thought wrong and she was hellbent on proving that. She wasn't scared of him. She wasn't scared of wolves. It would be a cold day in hell before she made him continue to believe that.

A tight smile was on her lips and she tried to be friendly but the day that was ironically sunny felt chilled and it felt like cold air was blowing against her skin. She suppressed the shiver and stretched her smile, so much, her cheeks were beginning to hurt. She had goosebumps trailing down her arms from just being vindicated by this man who didn't have an ounce of hospitability.

"Mr Bridge," She said through her lips blinking as slow as possible. She ignored the fear that was crawling up her legs when he stepped closer to tower over her even more. How tall was this wolf, a giant? Was he a goddamn skyscraper? No matter how short she was, she never felt so small, in front, well, anyone. She cleared her throat and took a step back to stand near the stairs that lead up to the porch. She was dressed more relaxed than yesterday in blue jeans and white sneakers with a red tucked-in blouse that covered her arms but exposed her cleavage to a certain degree. She had wanted to wear something more threatening but decided against it. She didn't want to stroke a fire she couldn't handle. This was still her client no matter how insufferable Ivailo Bridge proved to be.

"Because you barely gave me time to speak yesterday I didn't get to inform you that I am here for the children," Ollie said filling the atmosphere with her voice. She was glad it came out as strong as she hoped because nerves were slowly gnawing away at her resolve. The oppressive pressure was returning bit by bit the more he looked at her and she could see his eyes getting darker by some miracle.

"Your prejudice of humans are seeping into your judgement Mr Bridge and I would am here to fix that," She forced out when he stepped even closer forcing her to step back near the stairs.

"I'm not here to threaten your livelihood, just to help them function better when humans and werewolves become one-,"

Ivailo stepped forward again cutting her sentence down. She couldn't move anymore because of the white porch railing touching her back. She was trapped, again. Her smile faltered and her words came out chopped when he opened his mouth showing his lethal fangs. Her legs almost crumbled and she reached back to hold the ledge tightly to stop herself from caving. Another shot of fear trailed down her gut and squeezed into her stomach. 

By the grace of gods, why was this man so insufferable?  

He leaned down towards her like he did the first time. He arched a questioning brow but his expression was seeping in suppressed contempt.

"It seems you have a death wish, Ollie." He hissed menacingly as if, she was testing his straining patience. His nostrils twitched and his eyebrows deepened into a crease. The pressure increased tenth fold like an anchor was pressing down on her lungs as his eyes glowed even brighter and he seemed like a true man-eating wolf once again. Ollie tightened her hands into a fist and steeled her resolve even if he was tearing through it like a rabid dog.

She peered up at him trying to stop her lips from trembling because she wasn't about to reenact yesterday's incident. She arched her back bringing herself closer to him like she was one threatening and not him. She lacked the fangs but not the courage. His scent slapped her in the face and she inhaled it while hissing through clenched teeth. Her things dropped to the ground at her feet as she stepped forward even more. Their noses could touch and at this angle and he could easily rip her throat out with those sharp fearsome molars but she didn't care. 

"Listen, wolf, I'm not here to be subjected to your pathetic act of pissing over yourself like a wild dog,"

"I'm here to teach, not destroy so stop acting like a damn child and let me do my fucking job, "