Naylan, an Alpha by birth, has always dreamed of running a pack of his own. Born into the busy city of Halifax, Nova Scotia, where city wolves run in small groups, and disregard communal living, Naylan had to pursue his dreams elsewhere - Toronto, a...
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MAVIS
After my near panic attack at the idea that Naylan might consider someone besides me as a romantic partner, I couldn't bring myself to meet up with Naylan. We had exchanged numbers a while back, but I used the excuse of bad cell service up here in the woods to avoid talking to him in any capacity.
About a week passed, and I was still too skittish to face him. I helped my mother in the garden, and spoke with my grandfather when he felt like telling stories about the "good old days", but none of that was helping me calm my nerves, and if anything my mind got more haywire with conspiracy theories.
What if the thing that's been weighing Naylan down was that he was seeing someone and didn't know how to tell me? Of course, I knew that was nonsense thinking on my part because Naylan had been upfront with everyone concerning his past dating life until now, but it still bugged me, and I couldn't help it.
"Still no rabbits?" My mother asked me when she met me pacing about the front of our house early in the morning. Most people didn't wake up at three in the morning, or so I've heard, but it was common here. Early in the morning was the best time to do a lot of things—set traps, fish, garden, and so on. Besides, it was nice to listen to the morning song of the birds and the low hum of crickets still rubbing their feet.
The atmosphere was good for thinking, and I could pretend that all the yelling in my head wasn't just me.
"Still no rabbits," I said, turning to look at my mother as I stopped in my tracks and rubbed my arms to create warmth. I was wearing a short-sleeved top over joggers. It was always a tad cold in the morning. Really, it's what you get when you live close to a stream, ocean, or river.
"You haven't been out in days," she commented when I didn't say anything.
"Oh," I let out as my shoulders dropped. She noticed that I had stopped going on my long walks.
"It's alright, Mavis," she said, walking down the porch stairs before heading over to me. "Don't worry about it," she said, resting her head on my shoulder. I smiled a little, knowing that she was going on about rabbits and hunting season almost being over, while my mind was just flooded with images of the dark-skinned big grinned Alpha not too far away from us on the other side of the dense vegetation.
