Pine trees. Shrubs. Cool water. A river. Fresh uncut grass. Remnants of recent snowfall. Jessica opened her eyes as she stopped sniffing the air, "A forest?" She looked around. How had she gotten here?

"Wait," She looked down at herself, seeing that she was no longer in her turtle neck and matching jumper pants. She wore nothing but her own olive colored skin, her brown nipples perked against the cool breeze, and chest rose gently with each breath, "This is...a dream..."

Regardless, she breathed in the air once more and a familiar and almost long-forgotten feeling rushed through her body, mind, heart, and soul. She felt...

Free.

It almost made her cry; she hadn't had this feeling in a long time. It was a freedom that she never thought she'd feel again, or even in the near future. The desire to shift, just because she wanted to, not to run away, hide, or protect herself, but just purely to run, to feel the earth, grass, or snow beneath her paws, the air against her fur, and the moon on her back...

She looked down in front of her at the sound of approaching steps and saw her other self, her wolf self. She had white fur along with golden blonde fur on her paws and tail, and grey fur under belly. Their eyes matched with the only difference being that her wolf's eyes seemed brighter. She was beautiful.

Her wolf approached her and moved her muzzle in her hand in a loving and welcoming manner. Jessica smiled at her wolf, greeting her with pet on her head, and with the same thought in their mind, took off into a sprint through the forest. They ran as one, brushing up against the same pine, jumping the same logs, every breath and beat in their hearts in perfect sync, everything together.

However, something caused them to stop their fun and freedom all too quickly. Her wolf stopped, her fur standing on ends as she looked over her shoulder, sniffing the air swiftly and cautiously before quickly turning and growled deeply, almost threateningly.

"W...what is it?" The sudden changed in her wolf shocked her, and she didn't understand why. She found out the moment she heard a howl not to distant them. Why was there another wolf here?

She wanted to run away. She felt even in this dream state that she couldn't face against another wolf, but she was compelled to stay there as if it were some pull, some force that bound her to that spot. She looked down once again at her wolf, who continued to growl intensely as the howling came close, and the sound of paws could be heard.

Jessica's lips quivered and her heart beat rapidly as she sensed what her wolf was about to do. "No...please don't do it," She thought to herself and to her wolf, "Please..." Her wolf didn't yield to her as she then charged and lunged at the unfamiliar wolf. Jessica dare not look at them; the sounds being enough. She could easily tell what was going on from that.

The sound of her wolf's paws circled around the foreign wolf. All too soon, she heard her wolf yelp slightly as the fight once again began. The clashing of claws and teeth continued as they growled, barked, and snapped at each other, the snow, grass, leaves, twigs, and even the bark of the trees making just as much noise and telling her every detail that was happening until finally her wolf yelped once more, the sound of a body falling ricocheted through the forest floor.

Jessica flinched when it did, her body starting to shudder as if suddenly cold, however, she felt the anticipation her wolf felt, the heat that started to pour from her core and making its way through her body. The other wolf growled throatily, forcing her to submit.

All fell silent for awhile before she heard the sound of their bodies shifting against the grass and snow. Her wolf began to whimper wantonly as the other wolf growled only lightly, forcing her wolf to raise her rear and move her tail to the side for him. Jessica's heart rate increased and her blood began to feel like fire as the wolf sniffed her at first before licking her wolf's entrance in quick strokes and then long and torturous ones.

Her wolf mewled at the torturous pleasure, the sound of her paws trying to push her pussy closer echoed through Jessica's mind. At that the unknown wolf plunged his lengthy tongue deep within her, earning a howl from her, and a gasp from Jessica.

Finally, what felt like forever yet only minutes, the wolf ceased his pleasing tongue and pulled away, earning a lustful and dissatisfied growl from her wolf at the emptiness and a quivering pant from Jessica, but none too soon, he mounted her.

His cock started to enter her other self, her wolf's tight and ready sex welcoming him into her, causing Jessica to let out a cry and her legs to weaken, her body felt like liquid fire and the heat burned from her core.

Mate.

The word rang in her head, her wolf yelping, whimpering in pure ecstasy as the unknown wolf pushed himself inside her to the hilt before pulling out halfway and back in primal, steady thrusts.

This is our mate.

Jessica shook her head in denial, but her body and her wolf proved otherwise as the sounds—the feeling—of their rutting continued with more whimpers, yelps, and growls. Their fucking sped up as she could sense—no—feel his knot starting to form inside her other self, form inside her, their whimpers and growls becoming more and more desperate for release.

In that sudden moment when they were about to go over the edge, bare arms encircled around Jessica's shoulders in an embrace, causing her breath to catch in her throat and her needy body to stop moving. The arms were muscular and bronze colored and whomever they belonged to breathed raggedly against her neck, matching the foreign wolf's, his black brown hair moving softly against her own.

With a growl in his throat, a husky, baritone voice passed his lips, causing her soul itself to melt as he spoke with lust and longing,

"Look at me."

"Order up!" The chef stated from behind the kitchen counter, ringing the bell, snapping Jessica out of her temporary daze. She turned quickly and fluidly as she grabbed the plate and glass from the counter before heading toward the elderly woman who had order it.

"There you are, ma'am," Jessica smiled at the woman, nothing giving away at the thoughts that clung to her mind, "I hope you enjoy you're meal."

"Thank you, my dear," The woman smiled at her as Jessica nodded her head and walked off to wait another table.

"You really know what you're doing, hon," Kathy told her as Jessica started to refill a few pitchers, "I hardly see business pick up this early in January. I don't know whether to be pleased or pissed at it."

Jessica looked at her, a small grin on her face, "I had New York to thank for the experience I guess."

Bull shit.

Though Jessica did work in New York for some time, she truly loved to do work like this, and as an omega, she loved to serve. It's been almost a week since she started working. If it weren't for the tips, she'd be out on the street again and looking for a new place to live. That was the least of her worries right now though.

Through out the week, she's been having the reoccurring dream of her, her wolf, and an unknown man and his wolf. Each time she thought about what happened in those dreams, heat would fill her and her heart would subliminally increase speed. She would always go into a daze whenever the memories would appear in her mind.

~*~*~*~

Earlier that week...

Jessica's eyes shattered open from the dream. The man's words, his voice, and their wolves echoed through her mind repeatedly, not aiding her pounding heart. Her lips quivered, licking them slowly as she looked down at her sweat drenched body before staring at the ceiling. She could still feel his arms wrapped around her in desire, the sound of his heart beat in her head, trying to sync with her own. Their wolves' love-making, each whimper, each growl shown that he would claim her as his own: a promise, a fate that would happen soon.

Jessica's hand traveled downward toward her navel, running her hand lightly against the cotton turtleneck. She pulled it up a bit, resting her hand over the actual navel, circling it with her middle finger before slowly trailing it up to her breasts, grateful that the bra she wore opened in the front.

She moved to her left breast, her nails lightly running over her skin as she fondled it only once before reaching her rock hard nipple, circling it tenderly. As she pinched it, she bit her lip. While she caressed it between her fingers, her other hand traveled south, going under panties and to her mound. She circled her finger in the curls before going lower and stroking her nether lips.

She was aroused and the wetness that now lies on her finger was proof of that, heat pouring from between her thighs. She bit her lip as she made her way to her hooded clit. As she started to stroke it, she let out a small moan. She hadn't felt this way before; she's never done this before, especially after the pack in Pennsylvania.

Her other hand left her nipple and followed its pair. Boldly, she rubbed her free hand's pointer finger against her folds gently. Darer still, she pushed her finger into her wet hole, gasping a bit at the new sensations and past shyness started to melt away. She rested there for a bit, trying to get use to the invading digit before she started to rub her clit and thrust her finger into herself slowly.

As she continued, her eyes started to glow; her wolf was there with her. Her eyes fluttered shut, hearing the man's voice—being the only thing other than his arms that she knew—echoed through her, making her pump and rub faster, earning another moan, but she bit her lip to hold back the carnal sound.

More.

She tried to put another finger in, but feared that she would break her maidenhead, so she instead rubbed directly onto her bare clit, making her scream out, almost yelp in the slightly painful, yet delicious feeling. She sped up more, feeling something welling up inside of her. Pushing herself as far as she could go, she thrashed her head to one side as her heart beat rapidly, her body heaving at each breath, and her inner walls contracted against her finger as she arched her back and let out another scream as she came hard, her wolf letting out a howl of the same intensity in her mind. Her body shuddered with sexual high, this feeling new and glorious.

Yet...

Her wolf wasn't sated. She still wasn't sated. She wanted him. She wanted him to touch her, to caress her breasts, kiss her body, suck on her clit, take her body, thrust himself inside her waiting pussy, and mark her as his, forever and eternity. She wanted him to...she wanted him...she wanted...

She wanted?

She sat up on her elbows weakly, panting, and logic filled her mind again.

She couldn't.

She shouldn't want. She's not allowed to. It wasn't her place. She fell back on the bed, the deep sense of sadness and realization dawned on her. A lone wolf can't want, it focuses too much on the harsh and lonely world; the sole focus is survival on a day-to-day basis. Even in a pack, in her position...she would only be allowed to have something if the Alphas allowed it, acknowledged it. Even someone as special as a mate. Still, deep inside her, she and her wolf couldn't help it. And the dreams only got stronger every night.

~*~*~*~

Jessica came out of her daze and jumped a bit, realizing she filled the coke pitcher pass the brim. Luckily for her, Kathy hadn't noticed and was waiting on another customer. She took in a deep breath, trying to get rid of the images that both haunted and captivated her mind. She backed away and headed to the tables that need them. At that moment, the café door opened.

Wolves.

Jessica sniffed the air only slightly, and her mind started to fill with panic, and her body stiffened in fear. She swallowed hard, and every inch of her being except for her outer shell shook. Her wolf whined in the back her mind, knowing that now would be a good time to leave and get as far away as possible.

Taking in another quick—a little too quick—breath, she smelt there were at least four of them. All of them male and definitely stronger than her. "W-where had they come from? I-I-I hadn't scented any wolves before...!" She thought to herself, keeping herself busy as to not draw attention to herself.

Too late.

She could hear them sniffing the area when they breathed, and out of the corner of her eye, she felt their gaze focus on her. She dare not look up. She dare NOT look at them. After she took the current table's order she turned, trying not to walk too quickly, but not too slowly so they could see her legs shaking in utmost dread and uneasiness.

As she walked behind the counter and placed the order down, Kathy came from around, carrying empty plates. Jessica gulped and cleared her throat before approaching her, "Um, Kathy?"

"Hm? What's up, hon?" Kathy stopped and looked at her, not catching her nervousness. Good.

"W-when is my shift over?" Jessica tried to keep the fear out of her voice and keep the politeness in.

"Oh," Kathy put the plates in the sink before coming back before her, looking at her wrist watch, "Well...we don't close for another half-hour..."

"Please," Jessica caught herself from sounding hasty, "I-I have some important things to do. I'm still looking for a stable place to live." That was the truth, but at the same time, underlying was the fact that she was looking TO live.

Kathy stared at her for awhile in uncertainty, thinking about it. She then huffed out a sigh through her nose, "....Fine."

Jessica felt relief and her chest seemed to relax a bit of the tension she knew she had, "Thank you so much—"

"But before you go, please serve those gentlemen over there. Thanks, hon."

Kathy pointed at the very objects of her despair.

Before Jessica could opt for a way out, Kathy had passed her and left already to clean up a table. Jessica's lips quivered and her body shook. She wanted to cry, she was so afraid. She was going to die. Not here in the café maybe, but she was definitely going to die. Why had she not followed her wolf's instincts—again—when she left Cheyenne and just made her way to Texas?

"P-pourquoi, Déesse de la Lune?" She thought to herself, trying to fight the dread and tightness in her chest as she turned and walked toward them in the calmest and most human way she could.

Who was she fooling?

If she could smell them, they could smell her. It was obvious that they had. There were indeed four men sitting down at the table. The one of the edge that was facing her looked up at her first, his light brown eyes absolutely serious, making her wolf whine again, but she did her best to maintain composure.

The one that stared at her first was a blonde, and even with him sitting down, she could tell that he was a big guy. Taller than the other three? No. Taller than her 5'6" height? Most definitely.

The one next to him was a brunette and taller than the blonde, but though he didn't look like he carried a lot of brawn on him, he looked like he could kill her himself if she gave him the chance.

The other two had light brown, almost dirty blonde, hair and from what she saw, they looked thicker in muscle than the other two; the one that sat closest to the window looked like he'd be the strongest of them, and would most likely be the leader.

Either catching the blonde's gaze or sniffing the air—neither really mattered—made all of them turn their attention to her, their eyes seemed to burn into her skull, ready to eliminate her, this unfamiliar female.

Jessica swallowed again, but she kept moving forward toward them. As she stopped in front of them, all was silent as she took her pen and pad out from her apron, trying to avoid shaking or dropping anything. She forced herself to speak out without showing any signs of fear, "Can I help you gentlemen?"

Without meaning to, her last words started to dip of into silence. She fought furiously against the desire to just turn and run as the silence progressed. Still struggling to not show panic and tremble she spoke again, this time watching her words carefully, "Can I help you gentlemen?"

Another bout of silence broke out.

The mere presence of these wolves alone drove her wolf crazy with whines, her ears down and her tail between her legs, and Jessica was combating against a losing battle with her quivering legs. "Please.....just order something," Jessica thought, mentally shutting her eyes and tears rolled down her face, something she was holding back on the outside, "Please....just do that..."

"....We'll have four beers. Coors Light," The dirty blonde closest told her finally, sending a chill down her spine, but she forced herself not to flinch, jump, yelp, or any action of that type.