Wynonna stared at her little sister in exasperation. “Damn it!" She growled in frustration. "You’re supposed to be the smart one! What in the hell were you thinking, Waverly?”
“What?” Letting the curtain she had eased aside slip from her fingers, Waverly her eyes from the bleak wintery landscape she hadn’t even really been looking at and turned to face her big sister. She hadn’t even heard her come into her bedroom but one glance into those blue eyes and she knew exactly what she was so wound up about. “I was just being friendly, Wynonna,” she smiled as her mind drifted back to the female wolf.
“Friendly? Friendly!? You were staking a claim on an Alpha! One none of us have ever seen before at that!” Wynonna paced back and forth in agitation as Waverly continued to gaze off to the side with a wistful smile on her face. “Have you any idea how dangerous that could have been if we weren’t there?”
Waverly did, but she had the feeling she was going to hear all about it anyway. All she could think of though was the Alpha and how good it had felt to rub against her shining red coat and feel the muscles beneath. And oh, those brown eyes! So fierce and protective, and so warm when she had touched her.
“Earth to Waverly! Come in, Waverly!”
“I wonder what her name is? Her hair was so red… have you seen anyone in town with hair that colour? I wonder which pack she’s with? They’re not feeding her right though, she was too thin, don’t you think? That was very mean of you taking her food like that!”
Wynonna blinked, trying to keep up with the rapid-fire questions coming from Waverly as she paced around. Suddenly she found herself backing up at the fierce poke of her finger as Waverly turned on her for taking back food killed on their land. Their land! “She was poaching, Waverly.”
“It was still mean! You could have just talked to her but no, you had to all blunder in.”
“We ‘blundered in’,” Wynonna air quoted around the words, “because we could smell your fear.” And that worried her because “we never even knew it was a wolf causing it until we saw her and how close she was to you,” she admitted.
“I touched her first,” Waverly admitted with a shy smile, “I just had to and she smelled so good.”
“She…” frowning, Wynonna grabbed Waverly by the shoulders, holding her still while she ran her nose along Waverly’s throat. “We couldn’t smell her, Waves. Have you any idea how powerful an Alpha has to be to hide their scent? How rare that is?” she could smell her now though, vanilla with a hint of a light, warm, musk and maybe a hint of coffee… mingling with the familiar scent of her sister.
“Mmm, vanilla dip donuts,” Waverly purred. “They’re my favourite.”
Wynonna rubbed a hand over her face in exasperation. “Tell me you did not rub on a strange Alpha just because they smell of your favourite dessert?”
“Of course not, Wynonna,” Waverly huffed. Pushing back the edge of the curtain again, Waverly stared out of the window, wondering if the red wolf was thinking about her as much as she was. “I did it ‘cause she’s mine,” she whispered.