Olga woke to the sharp crackle of fire. Rapidly, she sat upright on the couch catching sight of the muscular back of the crazy man who had bitten her.

He was throwing a log in the fire.

She looked down at her naked legs. A black tee-shirt had been put on her. It barely reached her thighs. Her body felt sore as she moved a few strands of honey-colored hair from her face.

Olga didn't know why she couldn't find an ounce of fear in herself. She wondered if he had drugged her.

Her heart skipped as the man turned to face her. Warmth spread across her face as a strange hunger lured her gaze to wander, appreciative, over his body and those piercing red eyes.

His voice was deep, "Good morning."

Olga decided very quickly she liked the sound of it.

She tried sitting up and winced, quickly laying back down, for an immense searing pain pulsed across her neck. She looked down at it finding an ugly dried-over bite mark.

"What's wrong with me?"

She knew he was behind it. Panic crept up on her as she realized he must have seen her naked body. She could barely remember anything after she opened the door to him.

She bent over, vomiting at his feet.

Tears stung her face but the man's touch satiated her racing mind.

"You are...in my pack now," he told her with a look of disgust at the floor. Ulrich was enjoying watching her check him out. "I am your alpha."

"Pack? What?" Olga did not understand why her body was so affected by his touch. Her words came out in a waver, "P-please let me go."

Olga tried not to moan when she felt his hard chest press up against her side as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I know you so tired," Ulrich said carefully.

He smiled watching her snuggle up against him. She was not resisting the pull but the alpha figured she had no idea. The greatest relief was her lack of fear.

***

Copper.

Maybe metal.

Olga wrinkled her nose. Her head felt like someone had hit it with a brick. She remembered waking up to some stranger in her home.

She looked around her home seeing no one. Outside the window, snow had piled up so high just about the entire window was covered.

Her heart raced as she tried to open the door of the cabin.

"No!" she huffed. Olga went still as her reflection fogged over in the glass. She was...standing.

The cabin was freezing cold. She scrunched her feet looking down at her naked legs. A giant ball of white fur watched her innocently from the mat in front of the fireplace.

Ulrich, a voice echoed in her mind.

Olga tilted her head hearing the sound. It was masculine and very familiar.

The giant wolf was whining. One of its legs had been bleeding badly. Olga couldn't remember anything from the few hours following up to her nap. She knew she had woken up before.

There was a man, her mind raced.

"I am the man," the dog spoke.

Olga grasped the door handle, shaking it violently as the talking beast approached her silently. Its canines were huge and bloody.

Those red eyes she knew were of the devil.

"I heal your leg."

"N-no!" she shouted back remembering slowly. "You bit me!"

Her heart fluttered in betrayal hearing his throaty chuckle leave the dog's freightening jaws. Its ultra-soft fluffy tail swept up from the floor and circled around her freezing cold feet.

She closed her eyes as the red-eyed wolf open its jaws once more by her leg.

He set his bloody paw on her foot lightly.

"I need healing, angel."

She gritted her teeth at the nickname and the clear commanding tone he tried on her. He expected her to submit.

Her eyes darted around the small of the cabin for Rollo's gun. "You're crazy! All you dog freaks! I want you out," Olga cried out with fury.

Ulrich yapped in surprise as she pulled out a gun from behind the standing coat hanger. His tail went between his legs as he backed up.

Olga screamed, she gripped the gun harder, watching the giant white dog shift into that of a full grown man.

A shot went off, blasting straight up through the rotting roof. Splinters of rotting wood easily cracked, shredded up and falling rapidly.

The roof groaned against the weight of snow.

One moment Olga was standing, the next, she was tackled to the ground by a freight train as the roof suddenly gave in.

Five feet of snow blanketed the entirety of the cabin.

She couldn't walk.

The snow was packed keeping her legs immobile. Out of habit, she tried to use only her arms to move.

The wet of the snow traveled right through her shirt. Frozen to the bone, and completely exposed to the tundra, her teeth chattered as she watched the red-eyed man pull himself up by way of a hanging roof beam.

Helpless, she watched Ulrich shift once more into an animal. He began to dig her out of the snow pile.

Olga was too cold to scream as she felt her body tremor. A sharp pain shot down her spine as the white wolf dug away the last of the snow.

What's happening to me? Olga thought with terror.

The ground was much closer now. Her hands were replaced with a set of pure white paws.

"Ulrich!" she growled remembering his name.

She knew she was a wolf. He was huge in comparison. Olga didn't know if it was normal she practically be the size of a puppy compared to him.

Her heart felt slow.

She was cold. Very cold. More than anything, she was confused.

"You normal size. No worry, I keep you safe, little angel."

Olga wanted to scream. All she could do was bark like a rabid little chihuahua as he used his mighty tail to lift her up beneath her belly.

Her heart fluttered feeling the muscle in his tail press into her stomach.

"Please don't eat me!" she yelled. "No," she sobbed, hopeless, as it seemed he intended on using his tail to place her in his canines.

Ulrich released her right in front of his jaws. He jutted his head forward just in time to catch her by the pelt. Olga dangled in mid-air, mute with terror, as he bit her fatty coat at the back of her neck.

He wasn't biting down all the way, just enough to hold her in place like a newborn pup being carried back to its den.

"L-let go...of me!" Olga spewed out. "Please, I'll do anything!"

You're in my pack now, Ulrich reminded her through their new mind-link.

He didn't think she would turn out so small.

Ulrich laughed watching her little paws claw at the air ahead as he trotted off with her under the shade of frost-tipped trees. His laughter quickly died out when he heard the howl of the bitter wind pick up.

The sky was darkening along with his mood as he knew his injury was slowing down his pace.

His fur stood on end as two sets of yellow eyes jumped out of snow-covered bushes ahead.

"About time you showed," one grey wolf spoke.

The other kept its head bowed.

Behind the two wolves was a large fenced-off mine shaft.

The ferals watched their alpha handle the pup-like newcomer with gentle care.

Olga was too frozen to move. She met the ground gently, feeling Ulrich's paw on her body as the wolves neared her. They sniffed at her, curious. Then, silently, they backed off and ran back underneath the gap in the fence leading into the mine.

Olga's heart hammered as he carried her off by her pelt once more-approaching the giant yellow 'danger' sign.

She could hear barking but she did not know if it was coming from the mine or somewhere else on the huge property.

His voice softened hearing her whines pick up again, "No worry," he soothed. "We not live in there."

Ulrich turned off to the right of the mine.

The sound of barking, no, Olga knew it wasn't barking, it was more like yelping. Snarls. Angry wolves.

The sounds were rapidly getting quieter, making her feel even more alone, as Ulrich carried her further away.

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