Mates are something that comes naturally with being a Lycan. When your an alpha it becomes even more important. Two alphas, two packs and one bond, will they be able to make it together or will everything tumble around them?
Both leaders from two co...
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Hazel grips the blade in her hand, as her and Quinton wander through the thick woods. "Why don't we just shift?" Quinton asks, swatting away the bugs.
"We're too close to the main road. What are you going to do when a mortal sees us?" Hazel looks back at him. "'Oh, don't mind us we're just Lycans, or what you might know us as werewolves," Hazel mocks Quinton's voice.
"Funny," Quinton states sarcastically. Hazel pulls a cheeky grin and pushes back a branch, but lets go of it- on purpose- hitting him in the face. Quinton hits the branch away and spits out a leaf. Hazel throws her head back in laughter, making him shoot her a death glare.
The leaves rustle beside them, both of them freeze up and look to their right. Hazel pushes the green bush to one side and sees nothing, but sticks and twigs. She looks over to Quinton, but he shrugs. They continue through the woods, not meeting a single bit of life. "We can shift now, Hazel."
They both wander away from each other and hide behind trees. Stripping from their clothes, their bones crack and snap until they are in their wolf forms. Gathering their clothes in their mouth, they meet back together. Quinton's wolf is slightly bigger than hers, but not by much. She nods her had in the direction of her pack, he's nods as a reply.
Hazel ducks down playfully, telling him she wants to race. She boots off, sprinting into the trees and Quinton follows trying to catch up. He runs beside her, catching her attention. Hazel tries to run faster, pushing herself.
They both tumble out from the trees, and onto the patch of grass outside the pack grounds. Many members of Hazel's pack shoot them odd and judging looks. They have never really seen their Alpha have fun or enjoy herself. Not since she became their leader.
Hazel and Quinton begin laughing hysterically, still in their wolf forms. Hazel lies on her back with her paws waving in the air, her whole body shaking as she laughs. Quinton watches her in amusement. Shaking his head, he disappears behind the trees. Once she recovers from her fits of laughter, she also transforms behind a couple of trees.
"Hazel?" Quinton calls out onto the forest.
"Over here!"
Quinton follows the sound of her voice and finds her sitting on the ground, tying her trainers. Hazel flashes him one of her flawless smiles. Instantly he smiles back. He holds a hand out for her to grab. Hazel hesitantly grabs hold of Quinton's hand, he pulls her up onto her feet. "I better get inside, my mother will be freaking out if I'm not ready for tonight."
"Tonight?" Quinton asks in confusion.
"The party remember?"
"Oh."
"You can come if you want- if you can. It's a dinner, my speech and dancing. Oh and the bond fire of course," Hazel smiles.
"Sure, do I need to wear a suit?" He asks as they walk out from the woods and into Hazel's pack.
