☽ Fang ☾ [Howl sequel] ✔

☽ 19 ☾

Colby didn't even care as he entered the Team 10 House compound. He was raging and feral as he made his way up to the building. Behind him, his pack members were in various states of transformation, waiting for Colby to give them the go ahead to come in. But, as Colby got closer to the house, he heard the sound of a door and voices, which made him pause. He cocked his head to the side, listening and zoning in on them.

"Alpha— there's an issue," Colby heard Jake through their pack link.

"What's the problem?" He responded, snapping his head back to the Team 10 House and scanning it with his crimson eyes, noting all the windows and exit points and wondering who lay in wait within. More noises of clamoring and voices brought his attention to the backyard once again.

"Sam— he—."

"What about him?" He growled, walking slowly toward the large looming fence that surrounded the backyard property. He momentarily wondered how he was going to get over it.

"He's in Heat," Elton responded to Colby instead.

The Alpha almost barked in laughter. Both he and Sam were entwined when it came to their respective rut and heat, and Colby clearly wasn't on his rut— or it was news to him that he was. So of course, Colby responded, "No he isn't."

And Colby tuned them out as he grabbed the top edge of the fence (a thick concrete wall with a wooden design on the top of it), lifting himself up with a grunt, and swinging himself up on top of it. He straddled the fence, as he quickly looked over the backyard, but the voices weren't coming from this side. Colby turned back to his pack at the front entrance and nodded to the small grey wolf he knew as Tara. She gave a sharp yip, ordering the rest of his pack to enter the house.

Colby flung himself off the fence, landing on the bright green grass on his hands and feet. Rising up, Colby grasped the edge of his sweatshirt, bringing it up and over his head, discarding it off to the side. His bare skin glistened in the moonlight above, but the light made his face sharp even with his unshaven chin. The wolf in him paced, ready to be let out, but he controlled his urges. The Alpha would get his blood and Colby would get his revenge.

Red eyes danced across the house and he walked over to the edge of the building. As he peaked around it, his nostrils flared, and his anger... already at 100% went to 1,000,000% in a few seconds.

Sam was in his Heat!

And there, laying on the grass like a piece of dead meat, was the white wolf form of his mate. Two large and very naked and very aroused Alpha males, slightly smaller than Jake Paul, grabbed Sam's ass as the other pushed Sam's face down into the grass, and that was all Colby needed to let loose a ferocious snarl. He sprinted forward, running for his mate and the two naked Alpha's that were just about to mount him.

Jake Paul shoved Tana behind him at the sight of the Trap House Pack Alpha coming from the darkness, but gave a howl of warning toward the building to get the rest of his pack outside.

But, Colby didn't care about the call for help— his gaze was set on the Alpha's attempting to take Sam.

Teeth bared and his body contorted between wolf and man (claws extended from broken fingernails, more angular facial shapes, and muscles appearing bigger than before), Colby grabbed the jock-like Alpha that had grabbed Sam's ass and ripped him from the white wolf. Sam gave a whine, turning his head sluggishly to the side, and his eyes went wide as they landed on the half-naked form of his mate.

The darker Alpha kicked Sam unceremoniously to the ground, making Sam wince at the pain in his body, and the Alpha snarled at Colby. Sam's mate stared at the two Alpha's and growled low in return.