CLAIRE POV
The money I won from fight club with Alexi was enough to buy enough doughnuts from Le Chocolat for the whole pack. I paid delivery on top of that because I was just in a good mood. The relentless summer sun would bake the delicacies for a second time - and me with them - if I flew in the midday heat. Not only that, but a snow white owl carrying pastry boxes were sure to garner the wrong kind of normie attention. It also gave me a ride into my territory.
Their delivery man was a middle aged were bat of few words - quite the contradiction - and a seemingly endless selection of Hanz Zimmer scores. This suited my current needs perfectly, I needed space to pick apart the tornado of my mind. And an epic soundtrack with which to do it.
Packed city streets gave way to private roads cutting through forested land. Months ago I had given the bakery truck access keys to the gates to deliver my bribes to the territory. We bumped along the unsealed road and let the opening strains of a new CD wash between our respective introspections.
In the past, he would occasionally mumble a random question in regards to familial matters. I would return the favor with conundrums related to flying. Bats and owls aren't really so different after all. But this trip was devoid of spoken words as I disseminated my actions and reactions of the morning.
The violent outburst in Alexi's office was, unexpected. To say the least. I had certainly fantasized about striking the condescending smile from his chiseled jaw since the BeWere meeting. As well as a myriad of less brutal, but no less passionate, activities that we could both use hands and mouths for.
But I had also fantasised about upending my coffee in Herman's lap. Or climbing atop tables at council meetings with a song and dance, demanding that the attending dignitaries listen to me. And thus far I had managed to restrain the impulses.
Was this outburst because of Alexi, and the toe curling screams he elicited from two very different places of frustration? Or was it because of my werewolf nature coming to a head and demanding blood? Or was it because of the recent traumas putting my fight response on a hair trigger?
I looked down to the crusty red stains on the freshly bought, and freshly ruined, silk shirt. It bounced on my chest as the van challenged a pothole and lost. Or was it all of the above?
Icy cold air whooshed noisily from the air conditioning vents as The Pirates of the Caribbean score blasted through speakers ill equipped to do justice to the complexity of the music. I would really have to talk to the Alpha wolf at some point, woman to man.
I suppose it wasn't so fair on him to have a mate that wanted to tear his clothes off, and tear him limb from limb, in seemingly equal measure.
I wonder how he felt about me?
I closed my eyes and relaxed into the jerky bounce of a city truck on the country road, falling into the not-quite-sleep place reserved for resting in transit. All too quickly the turnoff for the White Wolf Pack materialised through a gap in the trees. I unloaded myself, the doughnuts, and was already sweating by the time the van had executed a nearly perilous three point turn on the small dusty road.
Michel, Seline and the Triplets were all on the green, which was looking a little crispy around the edges, when I staggered in under the stack of pastry boxes.
Come and get them before the Triplets eat them all. I linked the town at large, and smiled at the rumble under my feet as people and wolves dropped whatever they were doing to gather for the impromptu treat.
"What's the occasion?" Asked Denvy through a mouthful of pastry as he inhaled a doughy confection.
"I won a bet." I said, ruffling his sandy hair and giving him the rest of mine before his eyes popped out of his head. The glowing orbs had been attempting to consume my doughnut by the sheer power of observation alone.
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Bound
ParanormalAs I closed in on the buffer stretch of no man's land between our pack territories, determination gave way to concern. Traces of blood began to float past on the air and catch in my sensitive nose. Something was wrong. As I closed in on the border...