My Best Friend, My Alpha

Come on Fire Boy

The fire boy watched from a distance as his mate ordered around his pack.

"We need that over there Michael," her voice lingered in the frosty air like the mist of breath. She pulled on a rope, concentration laced across her features, as Michael lifted up a pile of logs. "Dad, can you help Andrew with the stump."

Danny watched from a precariously stacked branch. The needle leaves of the pines concealed his hiding place. He knew that it was wrong of him to hide away whilst his pack did the grafting, but his muscles were still aching from his rumble with his own wolf.

Everything was still so unclear, for some reason himself and Ashley had new wolves. Why did they have new wolves? How did Ashley know that there was going to be an attack? And why were they fully clothed when they changed? The snow girl was now wearing her worn leather jacket and black winter boots. Danny had a sneaky feeling that under all of the gothic layers, her dress was still there, yet scraped into bunches in the trouser legs.

Watching his mate seemed to crash down everything that had happened in the past week. Mentally he checked them off. A tick for everyone that he hadn't fully accepted. He'd found his mate, not that it was a shock; his pack was attacked and his pride faltered when he couldn't be there to help, as a result his father and brother died leaving their mates mateless, and somehow, his whole life had been deceiving. A new wolf went to show him that.

Breathing in and out slowly, he clutched the branch beneath him like he might fall. The lack of sleep hit him like a ton of bricks.

It still played in the back of his mind. The fire boy needed answers and he had an idea of where he'd get them.

He'd known where he'd be; where he always was. The hard part was the trek into the mountainous terrain, even for a werewolf, the snow and sharp rock made it difficult to find a pathway.

The house sat there like a delicate flower. There was no other movement besides a small shiver down the trunk of an elderly apple tree. When he thought about it, Danny realized that there was no real reason for a forest near or around the house anyway; the man had not shifted in years.

The sky above the pointed hills and chimney smoke, was an amazing dream of rose pinks and purples. It looked as though someone had just dropped a bucket of water over a pallet of pink watercolours and watched as they ran their way across the whole surface of the sky's canvas. The moon began to chase the sun and darkness soon descended. Danny's shuddered, remembering the pitch black quality of his wolfs home.

He made himself walk faster and was almost jogging by the time he reached the old mans house.

The man was already standing in the open doorway, after hearing him from a mile away. His unshaven chin pointed out at Danny in a jagged position and the cigar hanging from his mouth dangerously, littered ash onto the sandy porch.

"What do you want Danny?" he asked in a yawn like demeanor.

It took everything in him not to snap and rip the Texan house to shreds. Ever since the wolf had been part of him he'd been finding it difficult to maintain a calm persona; everything seemed to tick him off.

"I need answers Wren," he cut him off curtly. With narrowed eyes, Wren hastily pulled back the door and allowed room for Danny inside.

The fire boy looked around inside, his curiousness winning over. He used to accompany Ashley here but never managed to get inside.

Wren interrupted his thoughts, "so I'm guessing that you've changed?" Brusquely Danny nodded. Sighing, the man took a seat in a creaking chair and gestured to the half hearted couch against the wall. "Take a seat and ask away," he muttered, lifting another breath of cigar away from his face.