Instinct of the Wild

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A loud, high-pitched whining rang past the muffling effect of the headphones and straight into my ears. The grating sound had me gritting my teeth and throwing the bulky head-piece at the wall adjacent to my bed. I labourly breathed through my noise, hoping to calm myself down by regulating my breath. 

In, and then out. In, and then out. In, and then--

The whining shot through the air again, butchering my ears and I shrieked angrily. Stomping up to the windor, I slid it open and ripped out the screen, throwing it somewhere into my room behind me. I stuck my head out the window and glared at the brown-haired beast scratching at the brick of my house below me. He hadn't stopped whimpering since the day after my parents had thrown him, thrashing and biting, out of my house onto his ass.

"I swear to God, if you don't shut your fucking mouth you horny beast, I will come down there and claw out your larynx!" I shouted, spittle flying from my mouth.

He answered in a lower whimper, and crouched down. Good, I thought, finally getting the clue. I was about to tell him to leave when the blurred, hairy figure of a wolf's meaty head was suddenly hurtling towards me.

"Holy fuc--" I yanked my head into my window quickly as the tip of his nose quickly flashed in my window before it disappeared out of sight. Taking a few rapid breaths, I cautiously approached the window and looked down. The hairy beast was still their, whining even louder than he had been before. The son of a gun lunged at me! 

Suddenly from around the corning of the house a smaller, brown wolf came slinking around, mouth parted in a pant as his eyes zeroed in on my window. I recognised him as the wolf from the fight yesterday and my eyes flew down to the wounds on his neck. He must not have shifted, since there was still dry blood matting his fur and staining the creamier strands pink. 

His yellow eyes were flashing as his nostrils flared, most probably inhaling my scent. Once he got a good enough wiff, he bowed down and wagged his tail, his big paws slamming into the dirt. This was a typical courting gesture, showing he was interested in me. Amren didn't seem to like his gesture and my divided attention though, and whirled around to growl warningly at the new male. The brown wolf paid him no mind, which further aggrivated Amren. He snarled and charged towards him, teeth bared and ears and tail up.

Dominant asshole. 

I heard my bedroom door open and I tensed up, inhaling to see who it was. The scent screamed Father, and I instantly relaxed and focused in on the fight about to ensue below us. Amren lunged at the smaller wolf, and he scurried back a step with his tail tucked between his legs and producing a frustrated growl himself. Amren obviously seemed satisfied with this as he sauntered back up to the wall and continued his whining, to which I felt a growl bubble up my throat in annoyance. 

"Thought I told you to keep the window shut." Hands reached around me to slide the glass closed. "Your scent is very powerful, and it's going to attract males from miles around. Do you want another Amren whining at your window?" He gave me a pointed look.

I groaned, stomping away and flopping onto my messy bed. "It's not fair, I'm not even receptive yet, and I'm locked away like a prisoner for who knows how long." I mummbled through my pillow. "I just want to run as a wolf."

I heard my father sigh before I felt him sit against the edge of my bed. "You know I don't want to keep you cooped up; but being out there will have them creating a heat pack around you-- you'll be having an even more miserable time."

"I don't know about that. I'm so irritable and stressed because I haven't changed-- can I please just go out once? For just an hour, I promise." I pleaded, looking up at him with round eyes and a pouted lip.