The following day after their night of love fueled passion, Porsha was awakened by a loud knock at the front door. Rusty was fast asleep, so she got up, still in the nude and put on her bathrobe, cinching it around her figure snugly. She went to the front door and peered out the window, and what she saw made her heart sink. There on the doorstep, stood none other than her estranged father, the larger than life media mogul himself, Jimmy Crystal. Porsha considered running back into the bedroom and pretending no one was home, but it was too late as Jimmy had already caught sight of her peering through the window. With a pained groan, she cracked open the door. “What do you want, daddy?” Porsha asked coolly, she was way beyond kind formalities towards her father now after recent events. 
	The white wolf looked taken aback, but smirked and said, “What? Can’t a guy come visit his one and only daughter from time to time? What’s this I hear about you shacking up with a werewolf?” Jimmy sneered. Porsha narrowed her eyes at him and flattened her ears against her skull, “It’s none of your damn business who I’m with now, and if you’re gonna have that kind of attitude towards him, you can kindly leave!” She went to close and lock the door, but Jimmy swiftly blocked it with his arm and shoved it back open. “Nah, I think I’ll come on in and see what his story is. I have the right to know who’s fucking my daughter, don’t I?” Jimmy’s voice was becoming more elevated and aggressive and Porsha knew this wasn’t going to end well as soon as Rusty woke up. “You’re such a fucking jerk! Just leave us be! You’re not welcome here, daddy!” Porsha pleaded, but it most certainly fell on deaf ears. 
	Jimmy pushed his way past her and stalked across the living room and took a seat in Rusty’s recliner. This angered Porsha, and having him walk on in like he owned the place really set her off. “So, where is he?” Jimmy asked, looking around the small house. “This place is definitely no upgrade for you, dear daughter. Why, your bedroom back home was bigger than this dump!” He leered with his rich wolf’s attitude. “You can’t just walk in another man’s house like you own it, daddy. Quite frankly, your attitude can go to hell too! And he’s still asleep, so you’ll have to wait until he gets up. Unlike you, he works hard for a living and needs his rest. I shouldn’t even bother, but my momma raised me better, can I get you anything to drink?” Porsha asked, anticipating a smart ass remark. But her father just sat there, cross-legged with his paws folded in his lap. Jimmy eyed up his daughter, paying special heed to her robe cinched around her. “So, you are sleeping together, that much is obvious. You know, Porsha? You’re just as much of a little tramp as your mother was. I can’t believe you’d defile the Crystal name by hooking up with some riffraff werewolf! I thought I raised you better, but guess I was wrong.”
	His insults were having the desired effect, tears began welling up in Porsha’s eyes. This was a tactic he’d used against her all her life. Anytime she did something that displeased her father, he’d drag her mom’s name through the mud to get to her every time. “Why can’t you just be happy for me for once in your life? I finally found someone who completes me and you can’t even be decent about it?” Porsha sniffled as tears started running down her cheeks. But just then, a deep voice came from behind her, “Is there a problem here?” Porsha whirled around, and there standing in the bedroom doorway stood Rusty in nothing except boxers. He glimpsed Jimmy sitting in his chair and his eyes narrowed. “Rusty! Um, this is my father, Jimmy who decided to drop a surprise visit on us this morning.” Porsha said, rolling her eyes towards him and he could see she’d been crying so this was already setting Rusty off. “So tell me this.” Rusty said, walking past Porsha and right up to Jimmy without a fear in the world. “You come waltzing into my home, insulting my name, and berating your daughter for choosing to be with me? You really are an arrogant, rich prick, aren’t ya?” 
	Porsha looked on in fear as the gap between the two closed. “Rusty, be careful.” She warned, being that Rusty was now in his human form the thought that Jimmy might be able to harm him made her tense up. But, Rusty seemed to show no fear towards the large white wolf at all. Jimmy stood up, and got right in Rusty’s face, “I’m not gonna have some inbred werewolf loser knocking my daughter up. Our bloodlines are too pure, and your kind’s filth is not gonna wreck that!” Said her father, jabbing Rusty in the chest. Despite this, Rusty remained relatively calm and didn’t back down or show signs of being intimidated by her father. “I’m pretty sure you’re daughter’s a big girl and can choose for herself and you really have no ground to stand on there. Having money doesn’t make you big and bad, or give you the power to control the lives of those below you, Crystal. Now, I kindly ask you to leave before I’m relegated to having to use deadly force to get you off my property. Call me inbred all you want, but no wolf would be able to stand toe to toe with me in a fight for long, so don’t push your luck, bub!” Rusty warned, jabbing Jimmy back in the chest. 
	Her father stood dumbfounded at the nerve Rusty had towards him. Never in his life had someone stood up to him in such a way that made him look bad. For years, Crystal had gotten away by using threats and intimidation tactics successfully on everyone. But here was one guy who wasn’t the least bit afraid of him. “Oh, we’ll see about that!” Jimmy snarled, as he started towards Rusty with his paws up, but Porsha got between them. “Daddy, just stop! Leave us alone, for once in your life can’t you be happy for me?” Jimmy paid her no mind and instead brushed her aside. “Stay out of this, if you know what’s good for ya!” He warned. But Porsha wasn’t giving up, and got between them again. “I won’t let you hurt him, daddy!” However, before she could say another word, her father drew his paw up behind his head and smacked her hard across the face, sending her sprawling back onto the couch. It was a hard hit, making Porsha’s head ring, and she could taste the iron of blood in her mouth. Jimmy advanced upon her and raised his arm again for another strike, Porsha closed her eyes and winced waiting for the blow to come. 
	But, it never did, instead, a sort of guttural cry came from somewhere behind her father and she opened her eyes in time to see Jimmy being lifted off the floor and held up by the collar of his suit, both feet dangling off the floor. Rusty’s eyes were wild with fury, and Porsha could see the veins popping in his neck and forehead as his body strained to hold Jimmy up. Taking his free hand, he pointed it right in her dad’s face and snarled, “Listen here you lowlife son of a bitch! You ever lay a finger on Porsha again in front of me, and it will be the last thing you ever do. Got that?” Porsha looked on in awe, the fact he could pick her father up with one hand was no small feat. “This isn’t over!” Jimmy snarled, “You’ll pay for this, werewolf, mark my word! You really think I’m gonna let some pathetic inbred loser like you humiliate me?” Jimmy growled, grasping at Rusty’s arm trying to get loose. “Oh, I can do much more than that, wolf.” Rusty responded coldly, relinquishing his grasp on Jimmy’s shirt collar and setting him down. “In fact, just for good measure…” And with that, Rusty balled up his fist and punched Jimmy hard in the nose twice, sending him flying backwards and landing on the floor with a thud. Her father howled in pain and clasped his paws over his nose, Porsha could see blood running between his fingers knowing Rusty had likely just broken his nose. “That’s for abusing your daughter, and a fair warning of what’s to come should you ever assault her again! Now you get outta here, and I better not see you come around here again, got that?” Rusty snarled, this time pulling his 1911 .45 ACP handgun from the holster next to his chair and aiming it at Crystal’s head. 
	The sight of the gun made Jimmy’s eyes widen with fear and he put his bloodied paws up. His face, a blood-streaked mess. Her father stood and glared daggers at both of them. “This isn’t over, werewolf, you haven’t seen the last of me!” Jimmy threatened, as he turned around and walked to the door. “You’re gonna pay for this!” And with that, Jimmy wrenched opened the door and slammed it shut as he ran outside to his chauffeur in the large limousine. Rusty returned the firearm to its holster, and turned around. “You okay, dear?” He asked, grabbing Porsha by the face and inspecting her, seeing the blood running from the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, I’ll be fine, this isn’t the first time he’s hit me…” But that was as far as she got, before the sobs took over and she buried her head into Rusty’s chest. “Shhhhh, it’s okay dear.” Rusty cooed reassuringly. He embraced her tightly and lifted her, so they could sit down on the couch together. Porsha just kept on crying, and Rusty did his best to comfort her, stroking her head and kissing her forehead lovingly. “It’ll be alright baby, it’s all over. I won’t ever let him hurt you again.” 
	Porsha sniffled and looked up at him, with a tear streaked face. “It’s not me I’m worried about babe, it’s you. He won’t stop until he gets even, and will take drastic measures against you.” Rusty cradled the back of her head and pulled her into his shoulder. “Don’t worry about me, love, I’ve taken on far greater threats. Your dad wouldn’t stand a chance against me even if he went all out. The strongest wolf is no match for a werewolf. I can take down prey singlehandedly that requires a whole pack of wolves to do with ease. He has no idea who he’s messing with here, trust me.” Porsha just continued to sob and shake, her worst nightmare was coming true. Finally, she found someone who made her happy and knew her father would stop at nothing to kill or have him killed. “You really don’t understand what he’s capable of.” She said between sobs. “And he won’t stop until the deed is done, neither of us are safe now.” Porsha cried, but Rusty just continued to soothe and stroke her fur, remaining mute. Sure, Porsha knew he could hold his own against her father, that much was obvious, but her father had thugs, lots of them and they had guns, knives and all sorts of other weaponry at their disposal. “Just promise me you’ll be careful, okay?” Rusty pulled her head up and looked into her eyes seriously. “Of course, babe. I won’t go looking for trouble, either, that’s not my style.” He said, assuredly. Porsha managed a weak smile and hugged him tightly. “I love you.” She said, relieved it was all over, for now. 

	To be continued! What would you all like to see next? I need ideas, drop them below!