Dealing in the Matters of the Wolves

My Temporary Home

Mason and I walked to the house I would be staying at, because it was next door. On the way there, we both made a failed attempt at small talk.

"So, how long have you been alpha here?"

"Not too long, only a few months." His reply surprised me.

"How many wolves have tried to overthrow you?"

He laughed, ever so lightly. "Overthrow?" He smirked at me, winking.

"What?" I said with a laugh. How is it that he takes my walls down without a second thought?

"Your word choice," He laughs again. "It sounds like you have stayed away from humans loner than expected." I laughed.

"Maybe, but the question still stands. How many wolves have tried to take the pack from you?" His smile faltered. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mea to-"

"You didn't. Nobody has ever had the," he moved his hands as he tried to fnd the right word.

"Nerve?" I offered with a nervous smile.

"In lack of better terms, yes. But to answer your question, about three." His smile widened into a grin. "But they all backed down before any real fighting happened."

This told me that he had a dominant, aggressive side. Just like any great alpha. Pride suddenly filled my chest, and my head filled with confusion. Why on earth does him being a great alpha give me pride?

We reached the door of a single-wide trailer, with white and grey paint. "Well, here it is. It's not much, but it should work. At least for a while. Let's go inside and I can... show you around the place."

We walked inside, and Mason closed the door behind us. The outside wasn't much, but the inside was a whole other story. Right in front of the door was an 8 seater l-shaped couch, a flat screen ( 18-inch, if my estimate is correct), and a large coffee table. Next to that, a large kitchen with granite counter tops. Down the hallway, the master bedroom had a queen-sized bed in the corner, a bed-side table, and the carpet was a deep blue. The bathroom around the corner was small-ish and simple.

"So, what do you think? Live able?"

"Yeah, if that's what you want to call it. This is nice. Thank you."

"No problem. I don't think we were fully introduced. I am Mason Howard, Alpha of the Vancouver werewolf pack."

"I am Caroline Sariah, coyote and werewolf. I remain packless. Great to meet your acquaintance."

"To you as well, Ms. Sariah. I request your presence in my home at 9:00 this evening."

"I respectfully accept."
"Good. I shall see you there. While we were talking, I had a member of my pack get you a robe. Wear it to the house."
"Okay, do I wear clothes or no? Under, I mean."
"No, those seem to be the only ones you have. I'm going to need you to change. Hence the robe."
"Okay. See you at nine." With that, Mason left, and I was once again alone.