Runaway (MxM)

Chapter THREE- "I don't stink."

We came to the edge of the woods, an unfamiliar black truck in my parents driveway, along with their silver car, which I'd never learned to drive, they'd never give me an opportunity to escape, not that I'd wanted to before now.

My parents were waiting by the front of the house, another unfamiliar man talking to them. He looked almost as big as the man holding me, obviously a werewolf as well. The three of them turned at our approach, the man frowning at us.

"Dominicus, what did you do to the poor kid?" he questioned, his voice a deep growl. He looked about the same age as my captor, but with lighter, tanned looking skin compared to the others dark olive. My captors hair was as dark as ink, shorn in a choppy style atop his head, the others a soft honey. This guy also had lighter eyes, the colour of caramel, where the others was almost as dark as treacle.

"He's feisty, bold thing clawed and bit me." Dominicus defended.

"I'm so sorry alpha, his cat nature makes discipline quite difficult." my father profusely apologised whilst glaring at me fiercely.

I stiffened and for once was a little grateful I was out of my father's grasp.

Usually I was quite well behaved, unless something unreasonable was asked of me, or I'd done something I didn't know was wrong, I stood up for myself, that's what my father didn’t like.

I didn't live to please him, I'm not a wolf like him, I'm a cat, and we don't give any fucks about approval. The amount of times I was tempted to knock his things of shelves, I should be commended for my restraint.

I looked away from my father, it was hard with the man gripping my scruff so I mostly lowered my gaze.

I let out a soft meow, it was sad. My tail drooped and stilled, my ears lowered, silent tears still dripping down my face.

In my peripheral I could see my mother's face, she looked distraught, her own eyes damp, hands wringing out the ends of her shirt.

So I was being given to an alpha? It explained his strict nature, they didn't take well to disobedience, it's what I'd read in the books I'd been given anyway.

It was my first time meeting one, he had an imposing stature and dark, intense eyes. His scent was potent, there was no mistaking it, or not noticing it. It was a thick musk, it smelt of damp soil and tree sap, the yeasty smell of canine fur and dominance.

I didn't know how I fit into a society like theirs, my parents were both werewolves, I was different from them though. I turned into a cat, whereas they turned into wolves.

I didn't know why, I just did. I was smaller than them as well, it matched my smaller cat shift, I was all about agility and swiftness, whereas they were about strength and endurance.

"That's quite all right, nothing a few hours won't heal." he assured my father. "Sten, could you please take Pepper for a moment, I need to get dressed." he asked of the other man, who nodded and came closer.

I was shocked at his audacity when Sten lightly stroked my head with a curl of a finger.

"Hello Pepper, you're a beautiful cat, such big eyes and soft fur." he complemented, continuing to lightly rub the space between my ears. "I'm Sten alright? I'll hold you gently, don't you worry." his rougher voice was completely void of violence and ill intent, his caramel eyes warm and friendly, a soft smile curling his lips.

Dominicus carefully handed me over, Sten's hands first taking hold of my scruff and then my rump as Dominicus let go.

Sten's fingers didn't grip the loose skin of my neck so firmly, his other hand supporting my weight rather than pinching my hips with a thumb and finger like Dominicus did.