Alpha Twins

Run

It was pitch dark and cold. I couldn't move or see, but I knew wherever I was, I wasn't anywhere near the packlands. This place smelled different. It reeked of blood dark magic and dominance, the overwhelming scent of Alpha.

It was a sharp smell, sweet yet it held the same sting as if you had smelled something minty. It burned my nose causing my eyes to water and Nivea to whine. With a gurgle I try and sit upright but realize I cant move at all.

I panic. Why couldn't I move? Where the hell was I, and why the fuck was the smell of Alpha so strong. Scowling I hold back the anger of a thousand suns as memories of what had led to this moment.

That dumb stupid pack. I should've known they wold betray me. No one, and I mean NO ONE wants an infertile wolf in there pack. My eyes burn and I realize that I am about to cry. No. I hiss to myself.

I will not cry.

Snarling to myself I yank on my restraints, the rope burning my wrists as I do so but I ignore it. I am a werewolf. I have super strength. How hard could breaking some rope be? Not very hard apparently.

My hands jerk forward and my legs fall down. Quickly I stand up, yanking of whatever sack was over my head.

Staring at the tan fabric I grit my teeth and toss it away. I watch as it lands on the ground a few feet away.

"Fuck you," I hiss spitting before whipping around to asses my surroundings.

To the right of me, woods span out as far as I can see, the sound of animals the only indication of life besides me, to the left the distant sound of water rushing fills my ears. A river.

If I follow the river north it will take me back to town...

NO. I can't go back. That's my p- old packs territory.

Glancing back to my right I look at the rope and brown sack one last time before facing the never ending trees and walking.