Lancelot did not know the term 'calm'. Our kiss was too fast, too intense, and the strong scent of wolf was present. Possibly, the best kissing experience I had ever had on a first time with someone. His eyes sparkled and I heard his heartbeat.

"I think we'd better go," he said, pulling away. It was the best decision anyway, because if this continued, it might end in unplanned ways.

As we left the chamber, he said goodbye to the staff. None of them seemed bothered, maybe this was all commonplace. Anyway, they were all wolves, so it would be one less problem, not having to hide your identity. Some wolves had to mate with humans, and that was a punishment. It almost always ended in rejection, and not everyone was given a second chance. Again I felt guilty for getting one, I didn't think I deserved it.

We left Jenjen Village on foot. It was a quiet neighborhood, and when you were a wolf, you felt even less fear of life. We were not afraid of humans.

Lancelot avoided looking me in the eye. "When your children came to the café, they were with four other wolves," he said, looking ahead. "They had no scent."

"That, exactly," I mentioned. I told him about the day of the disappearance and how I hadn't smelled anything. "I had never heard about that," I mentioned. In fact, masking the smell completely was unreal. We could disguise it with other smells and types of camouflage, but not eliminate it.

"Naomi, what do you know about wolves like me? What do you know about average wolves?" he asked me, seriously. The street was almost empty, but there were a few humans chatting around the village. Several businesses were operating as well.

"Not much, actually," I commented. In fact, I didn't know much about them. In fact, it had been a while since I had seen any.

Looking at me, Lancelot said something interesting. "Smell me," he ordered. I looked at him intently, trying not to focus on the image of his naked body minutes before. I had no smell at all. Lancelot had no smell at all. "You're not getting it, are you? We can do this," he said.

"They are like you," I asked. He agreed, and then I smelled him again. "That's why I didn't smell anything. But why didn't my children smell too?". He looked at me and stopped. Curious, I stopped too, looking at him. Then Lancelot took my right hand and squeezed it gently.

"Feel, it is shareable. By touching me, if I want, I can remove your scent. When you are in the majority, you don't need the touch. That's the reason your children don't smell at the time. It was probably the four who kidnapped them. I thought it was strange that they didn't smell, but I had no idea about the kidnapping. I'm sorry," he said. My heart was beating faster.

"You had no way of knowing. Anyway, that was very helpful information, thank you for that," I thanked him. That would be a great help. I had no idea why a rare wolf species would be interested in children. "Well, I have to go. I need to rest for tomorrow…you know," I said goodbye, moving on, having a lot to take in.

"Naomi," he called out to me. I looked back, watching him, standing still. "You saw it, didn't you?" he asked me. We shared the images. Wolves could communicate in different ways. The dumpster. He showed me the dumpster. I turned completely around and walked back to him.

"You're a wolf with transformation issues. Yes, I saw it," I commented. There was no reason to lie, he wasn't trying to hide it himself.

"You had a Mate with Casper, didn't you? I had never had a Mate, in fact, I didn't know it was possible to have one being who I am," he blurted out. "Thank you for being my Luna." He sounded different from before. He was being too sincere, too nice. "Anyway, can I walk with you?" he asked. I nodded.

We walked in silence for most of the way. It was comfortable to be relaxing with him. His pleasant smell was too comforting. The smell of the wolf was surreal.

We arrived at my house. It was ordinary, large, with a second floor. There was a path to the door and a backyard at the end. At the end was a forest, where I had run to look for Jody.

"Naomi," he called to me, as soon as we stopped. "I know this isn't the best time for this, but when you're free, would you like to run with me?" he gave me the invitation. It was common for wolves to run together. The town was big enough to hold forests, and there were many of us. There were many wolves in the city.

"Sure, it would be my pleasure," I accepted, smiling. He smiled too, the same way he had done in the coffee shop. "Would you like to come in?" I asked, but he denied it, said he had something to do. I would like him to come in. Being alone, without the children, was distressing.

"See you later Naomi, it's been a pleasure," he smiled again. I wanted to run up to him and ask him to stay, but I didn't. I watched him walk and went his way; I entered the house.

The darkness of the hallways took over my vision. An empty house, with only memories and keepsakes. Six years of much love, now gone. I sat down on the sofa, prepared to wait for sleep for another day. I closed my eyes, still sitting up, not wanting to lie down. I thought about the children. It had been a full day. I was exhausted. A few minutes later, I heard a strange noise. Attentive, I stood up. I followed the sound. My keenest sense was my sense of smell, but there was no smell. I felt no fear, so I continued to follow the sound.

Finally, I heard a growl behind me, and I was attacked by a black wolf. There was no scent, and it was a medium wolf. Fearless, I fought back, using some of my human strength. Not belonging to a pack didn't make me so weak. The wolf came up again, and I ran, trying to limit the available rooms between us. It was risky to turn in the middle of a confrontation, any move could be fatal. Unfortunately, I was already disadvantaged.

Worried about the advancing attacks and lacking the time and space to transform, I tried to create an advantage. At least on the defensive, I could protect myself. Although I was not that weak, our size differences were large and my human form was fairly fragile, so I needed to think smart.

The wolf was a female and was still attacking me, still without scent. I didn't know its objectives for sure. Suddenly, I heard a not-so-distant howl and within moments, there was another massive wolf in my living room.

"Lancelot," I said, recognizing him. His wolf was already digging its claws into the intruder, making her bleed.

The strength of the average wolf seemed greater than that of the female. It was common for males to be stronger. I wondered what the difference in strength might be between me and Lancelot since we were of different species.

The she-wolf growled and tried to bite the wolf, but Lancelot seemed to have the situation under control. My heart calmed down, for I didn't know what to do if this continued. Survival for my children was what I needed.

Suddenly, a noise was heard, distracting us, causing the she-wolf to manage to break free of Lancelot, bruising him lightly with her claws. Just as she ran through the back door, sirens began to sound. The wolf signaled to follow her, but I asked him not to.

"It's the police," I said, hearing the sound of doors closing. More cars than usual. When I looked at Lancelot to alert him, he was already human, naked. "Oh my God, Lancelot," I yelled, embarrassed.

"I didn't mean to," he said, concerned, walking over to me, but remembering the situation, then walking away.

"Hide, go upstairs. I'll see what they want," I ordered, as I walked through the front door. A lot was happening at that moment. When I saw him coming up the stairs, I opened the front door and walked up to meet what I expected to be a policeman. It was not.

Casper was standing in front of me. "Are you okay, Naomi?" he asked me, apparently concerned. My heart was racing, and I didn't know if it was because of the Lancelot scene earlier or if there was a chance that Casper was paying attention to me again.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, without answering his question.

"I heard there was a medium wolf around here. I had to come, I had to protect you," he said. For some reason that I now know, I felt bad hearing those words. Lancelot was a nice guy, but I knew he wasn't talking about him. "I have connections, Naomi. Since I dropped you off at the coffee shop, I've put some eyes on you, for your protection," he said. Casper was a man of power, and not just a man, like an alpha. His being concerned about me at the escort level was new, but that worried me. I didn't know if Lancelot liked the idea of others knowing about his kind, so I feared that these supposed eyes had seen him in his wolf form.

"She's fine," I heard a familiar voice say. Then Lancelot was coming out of my house, now dressed. He was dressed in Casper's clothes that I had. Casper did not like what he had seen.

"What is he doing here, Naomi?" Casper asked, without taking his gaze from him.

"He walked me home," I said.

"And then you take him to your house, don't you?" he questions me. His eyes begin to take on the slightly red tint, he is irritated. I tell him it's nothing he's thinking. "And why is he wearing my clothes? Why do you have my clothes, Naomi?" he now asked, looking at me.

"It's for the children. Having clothes of your own would help them with the smell and affection, and it would also help to lie about your presence," I replied. It was a lie. The clothes were there for my benefit. Whenever I missed him, I found myself smelling his clothes. A wolf's scent was strong and wouldn't come off, even if I took it a hundred times, the smell wouldn't come off, at least not from ordinary wolves.

"If you weren't with her, what are you doing here?" Casper asks Lancelot, confronting him directly, and giving him a shove. Before he could strike back, I stepped in front.

"I came to help. I transformed and had no clothes, I just took these," he replied, in an almost hostile manner.

"So you're more than just a coffee shop attendant, are you?" Casper confronted him. He had always had a sense of leadership and power, I was not surprised that now, having indeed such things, he would flaunt them.

"You knew I was a wolf. And I'm the manager," Lancelot said, pulling me out of the way, making face-to-face contact with Casper. My first and second Mate together, hated each other. That was all I needed.

"I don't remember smelling you before," Casper says. I feel Lancelot's authority waver and he feels insecure. His gaze crosses mine. Fear. Maybe in the cafeteria, Lancelot was unintentionally masking his scent. Casper didn't like humans much, perhaps his hostility in the place was because he thought he was one. The fact was that I now knew that he didn't want them to know that he was an average wolf, and I couldn't blame him for that.

"I'm fine, Casper," I finally replied, trying to take the focus off Lancelot. "And I asked him to stay home for fear of the humans seeing him," I said. Casper understood that kind of situation. Like any wolf, he knew the difficulties of moving around humans who didn't know of the wolves' existence.

"My team is after some wolves, Naomi. They may be connected with the disappearance of our children. We need to stay alert," he informed me. I nod my head, positively. "Anyway, it's not safe here, I'll take you somewhere else," he says, taking my hand. My body vibrates with happiness, but my mind still doesn't keep up with the feeling and the situation.

"You won't have to," Lancelot says, taking my hand, causing it to release Casper's. His warm touch wakes me up and my mind follows the gesture. "I don't live very far away, and it would be more comfortable. It's been a long day, and she needs to rest," he says, resuming all the authority he had before, staring at Casper. I didn't know if middle wolves didn't respect hierarchies very well, as I wouldn't see a normal beta confronting a powerful alpha like he was doing.

"Right," Casper said, visibly annoyed. In front of the others, he liked to show that he was good. There were wolves and humans around, and the image of a powerful man and an alpha needed to be preserved. I knew Casper didn't like what Lancelot was doing, but he wouldn't fight back, not using himself. "If Naomi agrees, fine," he says, looking at me with a mischievous grin. My body again screams for his name and him, but my brain once again does not keep up. He was doing it deliberately because he knew I felt love for him, he knew I would choose him. However, that is not what happened.

"It's okay with me," I reply. Both boys looked surprised at my response, even though I looked surprised. Snorting, Casper agrees and signals for the others to get into their cars.

"Let's drive around the area and continue the patrol," Casper says. "Tomorrow, at the address on the card," he says. Then they drive off the street, finally.

As they all leave, I sigh. The fright of the attack had already dissipated, and now what I was left with was an empty, messy house and a wolf I had just met, wearing my ex's clothes.

"Thanks for everything," I say to Lancelot.

"There's just one problem, Naomi," he says nonchalantly. "I don't live nearby."