Fang

Gamma Lohr

My muscles screamed at me as I continued walking. The zeta had taken a keen interest on me, and my body was certainly feeling the results. 

The sun had long since set, casting everything in a thick coat of black. Crickets chirped and silenced as I neared, trudging towards the lota's den. The pack house was the only source of light, far in the distance. 

Without knocking, I welcomed myself into Stovall's home. Stovall was sitting at her kitchen island, not in the least surprised to see me. Her black hair was still high in a ponytail, still making her statement. 

"I get it, you have a mate." Shutting the door behind me, I helped myself to her cupboard, pulling out two wine glasses for the both of us. 

"Someone's moody." Handing her the glass, she fiddled with the stem, her fingernails crusted with dirt from gardening. 

I grunted in response to her, hunting through her cabinets for the wine. 

"Left side. I moved them." 

"Thanks," I said while pulling a wine bottle out from where she said to look. Taking the bottle, I sat it on the counter and plopped myself into the seat next to her. Stovall was the first to take the bottle.

"What's got you so pissy?" She questioned as she pulled the cork out. 

"Your damn uncle. Don't know if I did something to make him hate me, but he won't get off my ass. I train way more than any of those damn males." I snatched the bottle from her hand when she finished pouring her glass, pouring mine almost full. 

Stovall only shrugged and sipped at her glass. "He likes you. Take it as a compliment that he personally trains you." 

"I'd rather he didn't." I leaned forward, placing my elbows on the cool counter top and took a long drink from my glass. 

The bitter liquid helped my mood, calming me down enough to remember the conversation from earlier. Taking another drink, I turned to Stovall. She was watching me with her glass held to her lips, still sipping at her wine. 

"So," I started, setting my glass on the counter. "Who is it?"

Her cheeks turned bright red almost immediately. She swallowed hard and set her glass down, a sly smile pulling at her lips. She opened her mouth, looking away as she thought. She closed her mouth, that smile turning into a wide grin as she shook her head. 

"It's Zerwas." 

"Who?" I raised my eyebrows at her. 

"He's um. . He's a delta. I forget you're new and don't know everyone." Stovall nervously scratched behind her ear, still lost in her thoughts of Zerwas. 

"Are you true mates?" 

"We're just potentials." Her mood died down a little at her words. 

"Oh goddess," I shook my head at her. "You're what? Eighteen? Nineteen? You still have so much time to look for your true mate. Don't waste your time with a delta. You can do so much better than that." 

Stovall held up a finger as she took another drink. "First of all, I'm twenty. And what does it matter if he's a delta or just a potential? If I want to settle for a potential, then that's my choice."

"Have you even looked for your true mate?" 

"No, it's completely pointless. Do you know how many wolves are in NightBlood alone? I'd be thirty by the time I found another potential." I rolled my eyes at her as she spoke. "You have no room to talk anyways. What's with you and the Alpha?"

"Not even worth talking about," I mumbled into my glass as I took a small sip. 

"No, tell me. You pushed me on Zerwas, it's your turn."