NAYLAN
We made it to Georgiou's pizza place in one piece. I parked, taking one last look around before getting off my bike.
"We're here," I said as Mavis got off too. The front of Georgiou's pizzeria was as crowded as ever. Wolves stood by the entrance, laughing as they shared a cigarette. The music from the other little stores in the street mixed into a soup of alternative, rock, and country. The air smelled like baking dough, and the sound of revving engines filled the nights as the occasional motorcycles drove past us.
"There are wolves here," Mavis said, sniffing the air as I used the provided bike lock to hold down my bike. "A lot of them."
"Yes, there are," I said, getting up before checking my watch. "Georgiou has a big pack," I said, smiling a little. "He has sort of been my inspiration since I got here."
"I see," Mavis said, tucking his hands into his pockets, he seemed a bit quiet, and his eyes kept darting in the direction of the crowd and then away from it.
I raised a brow. "You're not used to crowds, are you?"
His eyes widened but they went back to normal as he let out a sigh before picking at his curls. "I'm not. The amount of people loitering around makes me uncomfortable." His eyes narrowed as he stared at the front door again. "So, many..." he trailed before cursing under his breath.
I looked at the crowd too, before looking back at Mavis who was still frowning.
"Don't worry, just stick to me. I'll take you into the backroom, anyway, there aren't many people there," I said, taking a step close to him. "Is that alright?" I asked, cocking my head as I looked at him. I wanted to reach out and maybe give him a hug, but I wasn't sure what "crossing the line" would look like to Mavis, so I just stood in front of him with what I hoped was an encouraging smile.
"Sure, that sounds alright," he sighed, forcing himself to smile before letting out a deep breath. "Let's go in, I can handle it."
"Alright then." I started making my way towards the front door, and Mavis followed behind me, sticking more closely than usual as we slipped through the crowd. A few wolves greeted me as we passed, and I waved at them. One of them muttered the word "coyote" under their breath as the others muttered, but Mavis didn't seem affected by it. He ignored them and kept following me, and soon we had walked through the main room before getting to the door that led to the back.
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Coyote Wolf
WerewolfNaylan, 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...