Werewolf Briefing

Standing in front of a white beautiful designed door in the middle of the woods wasn't how Ollie thought she would start a Monday in her mundane life. It wasn't that bizarre of a thing even if she thought she would never see such a day. In fact, Ollie didn't even know what she wanted in her life. Someone was in control of that wheel and it wasn't her.

She was also never good at starting something new. Her palms always got clammy and her chest always felt like a drum that was going to beat out of its socket. She really should have prepped herself more for this because,

Werewolves.

An unexpected addition she never thought would ever land in her sorry excuse of a reality.

Ollie wanted to turn around and walk back to the bus or haul herself a taxi and get the hell back home to where she would drop in her bed and cry while watching "crash landing on you" for the fifth time for the month. Ollie didn't have that luxury though, no matter how much her nerves were eating her alive, she had to go through with this because who was she kidding?

She was broke and this was the only job that was paying her enough to eat and live like a queen. She would be a fool if she threw it in the trash because she couldn't stop being a wuss.

She settled her mind and calmed herself. The woods weren't so bad even if it felt like a bear would jump out any second now and maul her. She wiped her hands in her light blue dress that was blowing up with the wind, maybe it was a mistake to wear a floral dress for such an occasion but she found a tight pencil skirt uncomfortable. She thanked God she wore shorts under it or her first impression would be flashing werewolves in her pink underwear.

Ollie lifted her hands to press the doorbell but she ended up jumping back when the front door slammed open abruptly. She almost tripped on her small brown heels but caught her footing by holding on to the white post that was near her. She almost let out a curse but the words got caught in her throat when she looked up. Ollie really didn't know what she expected when she took the job. She only heard about werewolves through the grapevine or from crappy supernatural movies like, 'twilight' but she never heard about this.

There stood a 6 foot 3 tall man, or wolf in the doorway. He towered over her small frame exponentially. The first thing Ollie noticed was his bright yellow irises that peered down at her like she was an ant and he was a god. For a moment, Ollie thought she forgot to breathe with how suffocated she felt in a split second but it was the immense pressure his presence exuded that robbed her lungs of air. He was huge, standing there with bulging arms in a baggy grey shirt and grey sweatpants. His large hand that could snap Ollie in half was gripping the door ledge tightly.

Ollie didn't know how she was maintaining eye contact, she probably froze in time and haven't recovered but it took the wolf moving his eyes down her figure then back up to her face for her to realize, the client was standing right there and she was just standing here looking like a deer caught in headlights. Not a single word was spoken yet and Ollie already wanted to quit.

Ivailo Bridge.

An Alpha.

That's what Ollie was told at her orientation when they handed her the file. She didn't know much about what the word meant. She wasn't an avid reader of the classic supernatural troop like her friends were. She had bypassed it as a fancy title for the leaders of a 'pack' but seeing was believing and feeling was knowing.

She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence.

Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon.

"Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"

Ivailo didn't move a muscle. He just stared at her like he was seeing dirt. His rigid face was expressionless. Ollie tried to maintain her smile. Perspiration slid down her cheek. She gripped her bag on her side to keep herself calm. She couldn't blow this. This was her client. All she needed to do was be amicable.

"I'm an associate of the Werewolf-Human Integrating Program, you must have heard about it right?"

Ivailo slipped his hand off the door to step outside onto the porch. Ollie felt her back tense when she was suddenly too close to the wolf. She wanted to step back but his eyes pinned her to the spot. Saliva pooled into her mouth but she refused to swallow it. Ollie could feel her fingers trembling at her side. His chest was right in front of her nose and she was immediately assaulted by his strong pinewood scent. Ollie felt dread coil into knots in her stomach.

"A female human," He breathed out hoarsely into the air. His tone was authoritative and deep. Ollie was lost on how to respond. She understood the werewolves didn't mix with the Homosapien species much. It has been merely 5 years since they have made themselves known to be real to the world. It wasn't taken lightly for a few months, well, the military didn't.

"Yes..yes, Ollie Clan, " She found herself spluttering pathetically. She didn't know how to act. All thought was robbed from her when he stepped even closer. His chest rubbed against her nose and all she could do was breathe. The pressure was unbearable and she was too scared to even put up a protest. He was going to kill her. Werewolves were highly territorial and she just walked into their land without care. Did she just stumble right into her death?

"I know about this program but,"

Ollie stopped breathing when a strong hand reached forward and gripped her chin. Her eyes fluttered open wide when he lifted her face to stare into his own. Her lips were sealed together tightly. His molten yellow eyes were glowing as he leaned down close to her face and sniffed. His dark loose curly hair rubbed against her forehead as he trailed his nose down her skin. Olle turned her head involuntarily. She was going to die from suffocation at this rate. He was too close. It was too much, too fast. She wasn't prepared for this.

She shouldn't have taken this fucking job.

"Why did they send such a weak one?"