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Lone Wolves Together -- #ThePack OT6: Part 1

Things to know about this alternate universe:

-All the pack members are wolves

-if it wasn't obvious, that means that they don't have YouTube channels.

-The wolves are a bit more advanced, so they may have human-like traits or items (ex: Lachlan's Wrist Shackles) but they are mostly normal.

-OH! And the wolves are all different colors. just pretend that that's totally normal...

-An OT6 is an OTP of six people.

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Preston skulked through the close-knit willows, his fur snagging on thorns, and brambles sticking to his skinny torso. His ribs were visible under his bright ginger pelage with gold and red speckles. His head was hung low from exhaustion, but he managed to keep his tail up. A wolf keeping their tail down represented submission. Preston was a lone wolf. He submitted to no one.

He could clearly remember the words his father had spoken to him before he had disappeared.

"Son. You are the heir to become alpha wolf. You must mate with an alpha female, not some omega scum. Especially not a male omega! I thought I raised you better than this." Preston had been furious. It wasn't his fault that he had fallen for the beautiful omega. He had fallen in love the moment he had laid eyes on the chocolate colored wolf. His golden eyes simply sparkled, and he had a unique marking on his side that consisted of what looked like a tree-chopper used by the house-dwellers, only it was in a vibrant diamond blue. The omega also had a strangely large snout, but Preston adored the way his snout pressed up against his eyes, making him constantly look like his eyes were smiling. When Preston's father had banished Jerome for loving the prince of the pack, Preston had gone after him, leaving his pack behind, in order to find his love.

Preston had begun to give up hope of ever finding the bacca-esque wolf. He had been scouring the forest for days, looking for Jerome. He began to nose some leaves into a crude pile, in order to make a bed for the night, when he heard a rough "oof." from the direction in which the moon was shining through the trees. Preston recognized that oof. He immediately scrambled to his feet and bolted off in the direction of the noise, racing to see his beloved again.

The orange wolf slowed as he reached the edge of a clearing. his paws softly padded against the dead leaves and pine needles. in the center of the clearing was Jerome, but he was talking to another wolf, one with a blue coat and a daisy crown lacing around his ears. Preston bounded into the clearing and stood next to Jerome, brushing their shoulders together.

"Preston! You came after me!" Jerome exclaimed, surprised, and tackled his mate, causing him to roll over in the grass, chuckling.

"I had to save my little bacca-wolf from..." he trailed off and cocked his head at the other wolf. Jerome scrambled up clumsily and skidded over to stand next to the daisy-bedazzled animal.

"Preston, meet Rob!" Preston looked at the blue wolf, trying to sense any bad intentions, but the moment he looked into Rob's eyes, his jaw dropped. Rob's eyes could only be compared to worlds. the orbs held such knowledge, power, ambition, and courage, but still a good sense of humor overshadowed all of it. in short, his eyes were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Hi. I'm Rob!" The wolf said, grinning. "and if you think ya need to save Jerome here from me, you're sadly mistaken." Preston shook his head to rid himself of the trance that Rob's eyes put him in.

"why's that?" He asked. Rob lowered his head.

"I was... I was kicked out of my pack. whenever we would go hunting, I would follow behind the others, and when they were out of sight, I would go to a special grove I found of... of flowers. and I would weave crowns for the birds and the little creatures. one day they found out. because I would never bring home food, you know? And they followed me to my grove and- and they trampled the flowers and killed all the animals that came to see me every day. and then the alpha, he said 'you're weakening our pack with your silly games.' and he banished me, and I ran as far as I could." at this point Rob was almost in tears.

Preston could see the salt water pooling in his eyes, the reflective surface picking up the bright rays of sun drifting through the tortoiseshell-green trees. It was mesmerizing, and before Preston could retain control of his mind, he had walked over to the blue wolf and started to preen him, rubbing his rough sandpaper tongue over Rob's blue pelt, removing dust from the soft fibers and making visible the deep cerulean streaks that laced the wolfs fur. Rob stood stock still, unsure of whether to shake the prince off or relax. Wolves only preened their mates. It was a common fact.

Rob settled down a little bit more when he felt another presence on his other side. Jerome, after a little bit of contemplation, had joined in. I mean sure, his mate was pretty much declaring his love for the other wolf, but the bacca couldn't blame him. Rob was so enchanting. Jerome had noticed Preston become entranced by the blue wolf's beautiful eyes, but that was exactly what he had done when he had run into the flower king. Plus, Rob totally needed the support. His tensed muscles had slowly started to relax and he had sunk into a bowed position, hackles half raised and front legs straight, so his shoulders were the tallest part of his small body. The two runaway lovers cleared his fur of dirt, and his mind of sorrow. When Rob's pelt was shining azure, the three wolves laid down, Jerome's body wrapped around Rob's smaller form, and both of their heads laying on Preston's lava-warm chest.