The Wolf Without A Name

"Help me put him into the couch," Cindy instructed Frank.

Francine mate ran over to her holding the red hair man by his shoulder while Cindy held him by his two feet, and they lifted him onto the brown couch. I stood still staring at the long red hair man, feeling a strange feeling rushing over my entire body. I did not know what it was, but the feeling was much different, it was not a feeling I had once felt meeting Josh, the man I have met for the first time, or being protected by Christian. The feeling was much different. It made me felt like I found what I wanted all my life and that was a family. One who loved me and not treated me like my evil grandmother Phyllis did.

"Please help me, Francine," I heard Cindy pleaded for help..

I shook my head trying to get rid of the feeling and ran over to Cindy getting close to her injured mate. It was the worst thing I did. The feeling got even stronger, pulling me to him, allowing me to stroke his long red hair. My body jumped frightening as I felt a hard hit against my hand. I looked and saw it was Cindy. My eyes widen as I saw her growled at me, hating that I was touching her mate. I was surprised by her action towards me, but then I remembered I strangely behave the same way when Apollo wanted to touch Christian. I moved away frighteningly from Cindy as if I had just heard bad news, no it could not I thought. Christian could never be my mate. Seeing Cindy behave in such way protecting her injured mate it started to make me think if that was the reason why I did so to Christian. I held my head trying to abandon those thoughts, not wanting to have them right now. For I believe the reason why I had acted in such a way was because he protected me.

Francine ran off to Cindy helping her mate the best she could, wiping away the blood from his head and face.

"His body is slowly healing, your mate will be fine soon," Francine told Cindy.

Cindy brushes her hand against her mate's face, worried as tears escape her eyes.

"We can't keep him here like that, he may be too dangerous," I heard Frank said.

Cindy looked at him surprised, hating what he had said.

"He won't hurt anyone," I told Frank.

I had no idea how these words escape my lips, but it felt like the words were not my own, but my wolf.

Cindy turned her attention to me immediately.

"How do you know that this young man is not dangerous?" Frank inquired me.

I stood still saying nothing.

"Just because he saves you does not mean he is not dangerous," Frank said to me angrily.

"He won't hurt me because I can feel that he won't. My wolf can," I told Frank.

"What!" I heard Cindy said angrily. "He is not your mate, so how do you feel what my mate feels?" she said angrily.

"No, No," It is not like that I tried to explain to her.

"Stay away from my mate," Cindy growled at me angrily; before she could allow me to explain to her that the feeling, I was now feeling for her mate was much different, but I did not understand what it was.

"Please Cindy Calm down," Francine told her.

She obeyed Francine and again turned her attention back to her injured mate.

Frank still insisted on placing him somewhere he could stay and not hurt anyone when he does recover. He quickly exits the living room and went in search of a room he could place the red hair man in.

As he exits the room, I tried to get close to the red hair man, not too close; trying to avoid what had happened between me and Cindy. I did not want anything to come between our good relationship for she was a good friend and so I stand behind her. Francine turned to look at me watching me as I stare at Cindy's mate lost and spoke to me.

"You are just thankful that he helped you that's why you are having these overwhelming feelings for him, which is wrong for you are not his mate," Francine told me.

I lower my head in shame of what she said. I had started to believe what she said was true. Maybe because he saved me that is why I was having this feeling for him, but still I could not get my finger on what the feeling was. It was not as if I see him as my mate, but something else.

"I found a place where I can place him," Frank said as he returned into the room, smiling.

"I found a small cell in this cottage," he again said.

"No, I will not put my mate in a cell," Cindy cursed.

"The cell is fine it seems Christian had made it to restrain himself whenever he could not," Frank explain.

Hearing it belongs to the alpha's eldest son, Cindy decides to allow him to stay there.

"Once he recovers, I want him out of it," Cindy told him.

Frank nodded, answering her.

Frank took Cindy's unconscious mate towards the cell. I watched him as he holds him by his shoulder pulling him from the room while Cindy follows him. I felt my body jerked sideways. I looked to see what had happened and jumped, surprisingly.

"Follow me," Francine instructed me disappointedly.

I followed her until we were in the kitchen. She turned to look at me.

"What you're doing or thinking of doing would be described as black blood or Cindy will describe you as a dirty, she-wolf," Francine told me.

I looked at her confused about what she was talking about and inquired her what she meant.

"Those two words are used to describe she-wolf who shows sexual feelings to someone mate other than her own, which is wrong," Francine told me.

"No, no," that is not how I feel for him," I tried to explain to Francine, but she ignores me.

"We need to focus on finding your father and rescuing Christian," she reminded me.

I lower my head feeling so embarrassed of what she thought of me. Tears streak down my cheek sadly. I wiped away my tears quickly seeing Francine's mate returned to the kitchen.

"He is locked away from ever hurting anyone when he regains his conscious," he told his mate.

"Good; How did he become injured?" Francine inquired her mate.

"Cindy does not know he answered her; she told me she found him within the forest injured and that when she had brought him near the house he passed out," Frank told Francine.

"Okay," Francine answered him.

"Now let's talk about your plan in finding your father," Frank said as he turned to look at me.

I brought my attention to him; ready to hear what he was about to say.

"I'm a woodchopper and worked with a lot of men in selling my woods," he told me. " I know a man who travels frequently to others who purchases my woods," he continued.

"Yes," His mate said allowing herself in the conversation.

"The man my mate knows," she explains to me as she glances at her mate and then back to me. "One of the places he normally does business is the land your father rules over," she continued.

"Okay," I said as I nodded, paying attention to her.

"I am going to write a letter and allow my mate to give it to the man, in bringing it to your father telling him about you," she said. "And once he knows about you and the hardship, you're going through he will run come to find you,"

"But what if he is not interested in finding me?" I had to ask.

Francine and her mate stood silently within the kitchen not knowing what to say. The plan they had created was good, but who knows if my father ever wanted me, I thought. He must have known my mother was pregnant with me, he must have heard the news, I thought again.

"Let us hope and pray that this plan works out successfully," Francine said positively.

I nodded; hoping too so; for if he refused in coming to find me then I will not be able to save Christian which was one of the main reasons why I was now showing interest in finding the rapist.

"So, when are you going to give him the letter?" I asked Frank eager to know when.

"Today," he answered.

Suddenly we heard a scream.

"Cindy!" I heard Frank shouted as he rushed from the kitchen.

I and Francine followed behind him quickly at a small section at the back of the kitchen, which was the cell, Cindy mate was placed in.

My eyes widen surprisingly as I saw the red hair man; holding Cindy by his neck angry as hell as he growls. Swiftly Frank went over trying to pull Cindy away from his hand as he pulled her even more to the hard iron cell bars, that had made marks against her face.

"Let me go please," Cindy begged him as she cried.

Francine went over to support her mate and me too. Suddenly I saw Cindy's mate's bright green eyes as just as mine staring at me. He quickly unhands Cindy allowing her to fall onto the floor of the cell staring only at me. I too did the same and led my eyes to his long red hair that too was as just as mine. He held on to the bars of the cell; trying his best to get close to me.

"Why do I feel as if I know you," he said. His voice was strong and powerful.

I was astonished by what he said. Surprised that he was feeling the same feeling I too was feeling being around him. It was as if we once shared a small place together but where.

Quickly I turned my attention to Francine and the others. They all looked at me shockingly. I wanted to be happy that Francine could see I was not the only one feeling the strange feeling, but instead, I felt sad seeing my friend; my only friend staring at me sadly having to see her mate giving me the attention she wanted from him. Instead, she was almost choked to death by him.