The Kitten and the Alpha

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// Hunter's P.O.V.

This couldn't be over fast enough for me. My dad and this ... this queer with the oppressive smoke scent all over him, talked the whole time, but I didn't pay enough attention to them. I just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. I couldn't breath, the food didn't taste at all and this was soooo not helping my anger to calm down. Man, I needed to get some steam off, but then again, thanks to this fucktard, I couldn't just shift and run through the woods, as I am on hunting suspension and nobody would believe me anyway if I would just go for run.

We were all just done eating, my mom started to collect the plates and carry them to the kitchen, when we heard someone knocking on the door. It wasn't hard to tell who it was, from the weak and timid knocking and the disgustingly coy scent. It was one of the Omega boys, whos only luck of existence was that he had somehow shown some talent in shamanistic techniques, so our last Medeoulin asked for him to be his apprentice. That boy's luck! I don't know why my father hasn't expelled this weakling already! He was now fourteen and looked like a twelve year old girl! When I was his age I've already gone hunting with the adults, even cought my first catch! But this weakling? He was even weaker than Lionell ...

He was seemingly frightened when he was ordered to come him. I could even smell his fright. Oh boy, it smelled like he would piss his pants ... how pathetic!

My dad ordered him to show that queer shaman Tenaki's old cabin, to familiarize himself with the tools. There is no way I pay him any respects! He was neither a werewolf nor could he be familar with our traditions and rituals so how should he be able to call our Spirits? I dont' know how dad could even think about giving that important position to this disgusting outsider. I bet the hunts will have to go without the Spirit's blessing in the future, which was a disaster!

As soon as they were gone, I jumped from the table, and sprinted outside. I just wanted to get as far as away as possible from this queer stink, that will be all over me now ... How could a person just smoke? It's disgusting!

I ran towards the woods. There was considerable space between the last cabins and the edge of the forest, where some of our wood cutting tools lay, some bigger machines and stuff like that. Although this work was for the lesser wolves, I knew how important this business was for our pack and tribe. Sometimes I would help out but, this was not really Alpha material work.

Finally some space to breath! Clean, fresh air, the smell of the woods, the moss and humidity saved in the trees. Slowly my nose was freed from the pestering scent of cigarettes. When I think about it ... normally, even humans had at least some scent. Most of the times, it was the smell of flesh and skin, their disgusting sweatiness, but this guy? Nothing but the smoke of cigarettes. Even humans who smoked had something else to their scent than the smoke of their cigarettes, the building cancer inside them. That queer was just weird from top to bottom ....

Man, I was slowly going to get crazy here if that turd was continuing to be around here!

I still felt the anger pumping through my veins, so I decided that if I couldn't shift and run, I could get some steam off doing some work out with the logs that where stapled back here, that someone should carry to the sawmill. The usual woodworkers would normally use the tractor to carry them all, but I had no problem carrying one log just with my body.

Pulling off my shirt and tucking it in the waistband of my jeans on my back, I crouched down and took a log, stemmed it on my right shoulder. It was heavy but that was exactly what I needed now.

Focusing on the weight on my shoulder I made my way through the ring of cabins to the main square steering for the sawmill.

I returned back to the logs, took another one on my should and went back. When  I carried the third, I was breaking some sweat, but that was just right. The slight burning in my muscles, the sweat, it felt right to use the strength and muscles. I sent me into a pleasurbale exhaustion that I welcomed very much as I could finally stop thinking and focus on the work out.