Before she closed the door, I reminded her to call me if anything happened. She smiled, saying she would. I didn't drive off until she was safely inside her house and turned the front porch light on.
Treyvon and I had a movie night. The kitten joined us on the sofa, curling up in my lap. I patted her a couple of times. We were in the middle of watching Scary Movie 2 when Treyvon grabbed the remote, pausing the movie. He sat up on the sofa. I looked over at him because I could feel something was wrong with my Beta.
"What?" I asked.
"I told her."
"And... what happened?"
Treyvon ran his hand down his face, his leg bouncing up and down. "She freaked out."
"Okay, what exactly did you tell her?" I sat up slightly, and the kitten popped its head up before getting comfortable again in my lap.
"That she's my mate. And that I'm a wolf. She thought I was fucking mental. So, I showed her. That's when she freaked out. And then she passed out."
I laughed. Rude of me, I know, but I couldn't help it. Treyvon gave me a dirty look, and I choked back my laughter. This was a serious matter.
"Did she reject you?" I asked.
He sighed. "No. She said she needed some time to process things."
I thought of Jasmine. My stomach knotted at the thought of being rejected by her once she found out the truth. Eventually, I'd have to tell her I wasn't some normal human.
"Do you think she'll tell Jasmine?" I asked. A prickle of anxiety hit me. What if Jasmine found out through her friend?
"Doubt it. She probably doesn't want her friend to think she's lost her shit." Treyvon tapped the side of his head.
Yeah, because it's not every day someone meets a shapeshifter.
"Stay positive, man," I said. That's all I could offer.
He sank back into the sofa, grabbed the remote, and hit play. "Shit, that's all I can do."

***

Imani couldn't rest, which meant I couldn't either. She sniffed the ground, listening to the surrounding sounds. It was dark outside, and Imani's black fur blended into the night. We were across the street, in the field, watching Jasmine's house. After a while, Imani thought it was a good idea to check around the area, just to be sure. The forest behind her house was deep, with nocturnal animals scurrying about in the trees and fallen logs.
My wolf sat for a minute, listening.
Are you satisfied now? She's not in any danger. I have classes in the morning. Let's go home.
Not yet.
What do you mean, 'not yet'? Imani, we're not staying out here all night. We checked. She's okay. Now let's go.
You're not a true mate if you're not going to keep watch over your mate.
Guess I'm not. Now, let's go!
No.
Imani.
Dominic.
This stubborn wolf was testing me for real.
Did you hear that?
Hear what—
A twig snapped in the distance. Imani tilted her snout in the air. At first, it was just the damp forest smell. Then, there was a musty scent mixed with beer. And then we heard the barking of bloodhounds.
Imani stood up, turning toward the barking dogs.
What the hell are you doing?
I'm going to scare whoever it is away.
Imani, stop for a second.
It happened so fast, Imani didn't have time to react. A sharp pain shot through her side like a wasp sting. She howled in pain.
Shit.
She tried to walk but limped. The barking grew closer, and soon the bloodhounds surrounded us. A drunk hunter staggered up beside them, pointing his gun at my wolf. Imani took a step back, her breathing uneven.
Now what?
We attack.
Are you fucking insane? You're injured, and he has a damn gun.
So?
You are fucking shot!
Imani's senses heightened as the hunter slowly approached with his gun aimed at her. She snarled, baring her fangs. The bloodhounds closed in.
Fuck. Imani, run!
I can't turn my back on him now. He'll kill us.
He'll kill us if you attack him.
We'll find out, won't we?
You fucking crazy bitch.



Author's note: 
What kind of queer black girl werewolf stories would y'all like to read about? I'm trying to get an idea because I would like to start a small series of books that showcase werewolves with queer black girls/ women.