A tall muscular young man, with dirty blonde hair, clad in a studded leather jacket made his way across the street to me. You could smell the thick sent of wolf practically oozing from his skin.
"What'd ya think?" He asks as he reaches my side of the street, he takes a spin so I can see the white logo on the back. It reads "C. WOLVES" in bold. Ben, my bata, had took it upon himself to find us matching jackets. I didn't like the idea, and don't exactly trust his judgment, he's not always the best when it comes to human things,
"Not exactly subtle," I say suppressing a groan.
"Yeah, neither are matching jackets," he snaps, turning back around. He likes them. How could he like these?
"Remind me again why you think this is a good idea?" I sigh, eyeing the metal studs on the shoulders. "We're a pack not a motorcycle gang."
"It's important to show we're unified," he insists, "no one will mess with anyone wearing one of these babies!" Don't call them 'babies.'
"Yeah because they'll pity us and our terrible fashion," my lip curls up in disgust. "Why can't we all just wear the same color, like the Bloods and Crips? Or better yet: let out scents reveal our allegiance, like everyone else!"
"Since when have you been concerned about being line everyone else?" He retorts but I can't take him seriously with that jacket on.
"How about you find something that doesn't make us look like gang bangers and I'll consider wearing it," I suggest, but it more of an order. I'm done with this conversation.
"Gang banger?!" He demands indignantly as I walk off down the street. "This jacket is classy!" Ben is a great beta when it comes to the wolf stuff--patrols, hunting, helping to lead meetings. But he falls a bit flat on the human stuff. Like he'll forget that clothes cost money and you should change out of them before shifting. Or at least take your shoes off! God, I can't tell you how many sneakers he's torn through when being over zealous for a fight.
I laugh at him before turning the corner. "See you later, Ben!" I shout but I'm not overly concerned about talking too loud, his advanced hearing could hear a whisper from this distance.
I continue down the street, morning fog still hanging in the air, fogging the road ahead of me. I nod at a shop keep as he flips the open sign in the window. A single car rumbles past me on the street, the blue paint dulled by a thin layer of grime. The humid air makes the back of my neck slick with sweat and I am appreciative of the cool breeze rustling my short hair.
"Er, Cade?" I hear Ben's tentative voice in my mind. "I know you're probably busy... but his is kind of important..." I feel his anxiety as I open the mind link with him.
"What is it?" I say, trying not to be irritated but I know he can feel it.
"Eric and his patrol found something that I think you would want to see..." I can sense some hesitation.
"What do you mean?" I demand, I don't like it when he beats around the bush like this.
"They're on the west side of the forest. You should really go in person," he replies.
I sigh, he can't just tell me now? "I'm on my way." I start jogging down the near empty roads, I was already headed to the western most part of the woods. Only a few hundred feet in I can smell Eric and the other members of my pack. I kick my shoes into a bush, my shirt follows a second later. I step out of my pants, fold them, and attach them to my leg via a bungee cord that will stretch when I shift.
I focus on my wolf. I feel him stur awake and start to take hold of me. My form shifts and in a prefect, seamless transition I am a silvery gray wolf, more than twice the size of a normal wolf.
I easily pick up the scent left by my fellow pack members and I follow it until I reach the three if them. Eric is standing, pacing back and forth in front of the other two, his bushy, brown tail swishing through the undergrowth anxiously. Danny and Joana are sitting down, following Eric with their eyes, the two black furred she-wolves are nearly identical, the only way I can tell them apart is their scents. Eric stops when he sees me approach, he pads over to me. He's alway seemed like more of an omega but he has been showing more promise as of late, if I were the type to choose Gammas and Deltas, he'd be one of the first to be promoted
"What'd you find?" I question in their minds as he approachs.
"We think its a loner, sir," Eric explains. "The smell doesn't seem similar to any other nearby packs we've come across." I hadn't noticed the scent before because the scent of the other werewolves masked it, but once I got closer it was hard to miss.
I felt my wolf stir at the smell. And his excitement flowed through me as I took it in.
I nod in agreement. The smell was sweeter, and hung like a thick cream in the air. "I completely agree. It seems we have a lone wolf to deal with... Probably kicked out of his last pack. There's no place for him here, chase him out if you come across him." I instruct them. "I want you to share this report at the meeting tomorrow night," I tell Eric and he nods. "Nicely done, and thank you for telling me right away, finish your rounds and find yourselves something to eat." They all nod and mutter 'yes sir's.
I watch them until their tails disappear past the brush. I turn to the clearing, taking in the smell. It's stale, probably from this morning at least. I pad around the undergrowth, nose to the ground, looking for a trail but the scent too old to follow.
Conceding, I consider shifting back, but before I do, I hear a twig snap behind me. I notice the sweet wolf smell isn't so stale anymore. I turn around and face a pair of steely blue eyes.
We stare at each other. He has a broad, handsome face, and grey fur that matches mine. I feel my wolf stur in exitment, like something I've never felt before; he howls and urges me forward, but I hold my ground. I can feel the new comers surprise but after a moment he relaxes.
"Well, hiya, handsome," I feel his voice in my head, "it's nice to finally meet you." He takes a step closer and I stiffen.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," I lie, but I'm sure he can feel the incendiary. He gets closer and I don't move away.
"Don't play dumb," he rolls his eyes but they fall back on me as quickly as they can, "I know you feel it too..." he leans in, his muzzle pushed into the fur on my neck, "mate."
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The Alpha's Choice
Werewolf(Previously titled Well I Don't Give a Shit) Alpha's have a lot of responsibility. They have to make big decisions for their packs, but sometimes those choices are made for them. A decision was made for me, and I couldn't go against it, even if I wa...
