A/N: As I mentioned this is just one of the various stories of Dan as a lycan. It is a standalone and based on one of the many role plays I have done over the years. I might post more stories of Dan as well as other characters you might be familiar with.
God today had been horrible Dan thought as he unlocked the door to his condo and walked in. His attaché case went on the floor next to the door and before anything else the pistol he always carried went into the gun safe. As he was working on his normal end of work day routine Nang, his Persian cat, strolled up and once again tried to kill him by weaving around his legs, "Damn it cat, one of these days I am going to either step on you or eat you and you would barely make a snack." That was an amused growl.
One he was sure the safe was locked he reached down and picked the cat up and tickled her ears which got him lightly bit. As he was petting her he walked into the kitchen and put her down. His mind was wandering back to when he had originally acquired the silly cat. While he was remembering, he refilled her water and pulled out some real food for her. It was okay for a cat since he had done his research and found what natural food they could eat. If he wouldn't eat hard brown chunks why should she have to?
~~~ Two years earlier
He had to grin since most cats would scent him and run hissing away from him. For some reason the wolf scent made them consider him to be an enemy. There were a number of cats in the building who hated him for that reason. He had come home one night to find her in his doorway looking slightly worse for wear. When he brought her inside she had head butted him and laid there, content in his arms. After feeding her that night he had planned on getting rid of her the next day but that idea fled when Ben had come over. He had found her curled up next to his head on the pillow.
Ben's expression had been priceless as he stared at the cat and growled, "What the hell is that thing? Why do you have a cat in your bed?" To say he sounded offended was an understatement. Cats and lycan's tended to get along like, well, cats and dogs. He couldn't remember ever seeing a cat willingly go near a wolf if they had a choice.
Dan looked up at Ben and grinned, "She is my little putty tat and she likes me so I am going to keep her. Do you have a problem with that?" There was definite amusement in his voice when he said that and sat up and stretched. When he sat up and stretched heavy layers of muscle could be seen. Even though he had led a very active life his skin was virtually unblemished. He had a farmer's tan, hardly any hair on his chest, and was ruggedly handsome. He had a closely cropped beard and long brown hair that hung down below his shoulder blades.
Ben scowled at him since he knew he was being used as the butt of the joke. What was worse was Dan was getting a great deal of amusement from his Beta's reaction, "Fine, whatever but we have a problem. Mari was caught by the dog catcher again. We really need to consider moving the pack house further away from the city."
Dan rolled his eyes and frowned. Mari was the pack submissive and normally lived at the pack house and didn't always have a chance to go to the den. Sometimes if you didn't let your wolf out often enough the urge to run could get overwhelming. Normally she was pretty good about staying on the pack property but once in a blue moon a rabbit or something would catch her attention and would forget, "Great, I will go and get Kitten." When you ran anywhere near the city you had to wear a dog collar just in case you were picked up. The collar had your 'Dog' name as well as address and phone number. Dan had named her kitten just to annoy her after the third time she was caught.
~~~Present day
While Nang was eating, Dan threw something from the freezer into the oven to heat up. One thing Mari was quite good at was preparing Dan sized meals and freezing them for him. All he had to do was toss them in the oven when he got home or nuking them and he had a good home cooked meal. He could cook but being the Alpha of the local pack and a business owner kept him pretty busy, "Well Nang while this is cooking I am going to get a drink and try to relax. When you are done eating if you want to come and listen to me mutter that would be fine."
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FantasyAs I have mentioned a number of times I have both roleplayed and written a number of stories about Dan. In this case this is a story which was the root of the Dog Got Your Tongue. This has nothing to do with either Silver Moon or WOR. It is somet...