The Alpha and His Pup

White

I growled and paced around my pack, the ones that were new looked cocky and rather full of themselves. I would bring them down to earth, I couldn't stand those who placed themselves higher than others. As I stopped at the end of the row I looked back, my pack were all full of fighters, strong and loyal. They are 56 of us in total, we are the blood pack, the strongest in maybe the world, and I am their alpha. The wolf at the end of the line looked around uneasily, I smiled a toothy grin as I saw a pink bow resting around her neck, obviously the result of losing a bet.
In my head I thought it was adorable, god I love cute things and that bow fits the bill. But I couldn't give up my ego of being strong and serious, pink bows would just have to wait. I growl to signal the start of the hunt, and drop down to the ground as the bones in my back snap and straighten. We have a hunt every season against other packs, the top pack rears a stag and the first to bring back the kill will claim the position of top pack. All fighting is allowed but all werewolves must be in wolf form. My pack always wins, but we have to give the semblance that other packs have a chance. Anyway, it helps get rid of the rebellious attitudes that build up from the losers. Time to show those other stinking packs whose best, I snarl, and my trackers split up instantly in different directions.

We immediately picked up the smell of the frightened stag. He'd been through here not long ago, he knew what was happening, his fear was almost tangible. I quickly handed control over to my wolf, ***he smelled the air, the other pack were far behind, he could kill the stag without much worry. He stalked the stag through the forest and down to the river, the stag drank from the river and lay down to rest. That's when he attacked, he jaws snapped back and he sunk his fangs into the thick flesh of the stag's neck. With a sickening crack the stag's neck snapped, it was a painless death. Then White grasped control again over his wolf.***

I snarled and signalled to my beta, in my mind I told him to take the stag back with the other pack members. I wanted to walk back alone, and take my time to enjoy the day and maybe look at the pretty flowers and the little fluffy clouds in the sky. But I didn't tell Grey that.

When Grey was out of sight I shifted back into my human form. I was around 6ft tall and towered over everyone else, with startling white hair and bright, red eyes I terrified anyone who wasn't smart enough to run away at first glance. And with a toned body from competing with the other wolves I could have been a heavyweight boxer. And now I was skipping through the daisies, singing a love song and picking buttercups to put in my hair. If only my pack could see me now *snort*.

When I was halfway back to the packhouse I tucked my flowers into the rucksack I always carry, in order to arrange them when I got inside. I was just putting away my last buttercup when I heard an adorable wine. It sounded distressed, and it was so low I thought I had just imagined it. The second time it was louder and I slowly tracked it round the back of my house to a particularly dense bramble bush I hadn't gotten round to cutting back. Moving towards the sound and parting the bushes, there trapped in some brambles was the cutest wolf pup on earth. He had wide brown eyes and tufts of black fluff for fur, he was tiny and viciously fighting the brambles. He growled when they won and flopped on his belly admitting defeat. He was so cute, god I am so keeping him.