The light blue walls of the bathroom caused the steel fixtures to almost glow with the lighting. Jhera regarded the decor as she dried herself off from the shower. While it was refreshing, she still held the tension of what was to come. What Hektor said was right, lone wolves were to be killed. Entering pack territory should have caused them to want to kill her, not bring her to their house. Her heart picked up it's pace as she considered the situation.
She pulled open the white door that took her back into the guest room they offered to her. It held a full sized bed, with a large window over it. The same blue decor from the bathroom bled over into the bedroom, with steel fixtures on the lights and steel knobs on the furniture. On the bed were some clothes that had been folded neatly and a dress that hung on the door to what Jhera assumed was the closet. Looking over the items on the bed, she chose carefully. A dress was not her style, but the overalls and tank top were. She took the time to pull on undergarments that had been brought in, the tags still on them. There were several bras in different styles and sizes. Jhera moved beyond the lace and frills, going instead for the racer back sports bra in dark gray. It worked out that this color matched the tank top she pulled on perfectly, and the jean overalls were comfortable yet feasible.
She pulled a pair of white socks over her feet, taking a moment to soak in the comfort of them. Then pulled a pair of sneakers from the bed and put them on. They were simple and black, with dark gray laces. She moved to the door and stopped, turning back she quickly threw on a blue and black flannel over her overalls. She wasn't sure how cool it would be inside. She mussed her damp hair, watching the dark tendrils turn auburn as they dried and the waves of her hair begin to come out. She let it lay loose, falling about her shoulders. Stepping from the room she could hear the laughter in the main room and chose to follow it. The walls of the hallway were a soft beige, with the doors being solid wood, oak probably. The smell of the large home was very woodsy and comforted her easily.
The hallway came to an abrupt opening into the great room, with the large archway to the dining area to her left. Scanning the faces of the great room Jhera noticed none that were familiar.
"Feel better?"
Jhera spun about quickly at the sound of a booming voice that seemed to rattle her chest. Erick stood there with a mug in one hand and water in the other.
"Wasn't sure, coffee or water?" He offered up both.
Jhera smiled and took the coffee, drawing a slow sip from the mug. The warmth of the liquid slid down her throat and again she felt her body relax a little more.
"Come on," Erick moved further into the great room, "we're having a meeting." He gave a knowing gesture, asking Jhera to follow him as he moved to climb the stairs that were on the side of the room.
Jhera was in pursuit, still taking in her surroundings as best she could while still not getting too far behind. There were several tapestries that hung on the walls, beautiful threads woven together to create lush scenery. Jhera paused before one, her gaze moving across it and allowing herself to be entranced. She sipped her warm liquid and looked to the red crescent moon at the center of the image. On either side of the tapestry was a cliff, with the back-lit image of wolf howling toward the other. The urging in her mind that said it was familiar scratched at her, like an open wound trying to heal. She didn't want to pull away from it, yet she heard Erick calling her.
With great reluctance she pulled away and hurried to catch up down the hall. Erick showed her into a large meeting room, where the Alpha, Beta and Luna were waiting for them. Erick pulled a seat out for Jhera, which she accepted politely. Erick taking the seat directly beside her. Jaroth and Chilam were directly across Jhera, and Churik was beside Chilam. Jhera felt like she was on trial, and her tension only increased when the door opened. Four elderly men and two elderly women entered the space, taking up the remaining six seats about the table.
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For The Love of An Alpha
WerewolfJay's fought to survive her entire life. She's never stayed in one place for too long and trusts no one. She's hunted mystics and killed for sport. She'd gone feral, enjoying life as a loaner. Submitting to an Alpha was not in her plans, but neither...