Chasms of Copper

Chapter 1

[Edited]

Roy

"Whatcha doing?"

Roy turned to see his friend stride into the office and slam the door shut behind him.

He rather looked out of place in Roy's office, to tell the truth. The dark wooden paneling ran along the walls and bookcases. Despite the dark brown walls, the room was cozy and inviting--if a little overwhelming, as well. The warm-burgundy carpet was the perfect accent for the leather chair, dark wooden desk, old maps mounted to the walls, decorative fireplace, and the ever-present scent of old books. The office was 'sophisticate', personified.

And then there was Chase. In an old Dairy Queen T-shirt, and gray sweatpants.

Roy leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his dark brown hair in a frustrated and exasperated manner.

"None of your business," he shot back. "It'd bore you, anyway."

His fair-haired friend just laughed. Typical Chase.

"That's probably true, but I'm trying to make conversation with you."

"Why?" Roy raised an eyebrow, sensing a catch in what Chase said.

"Jason's held up in pack meetings, right now. We've hardly seen you in the past few weeks, so he ordered me to visit you, in his place." He flashed a cheeky grin.

Roy nodded. Yep, there it was--the real reason that Chase decided to get off his lazy butt and talk to Roy. Figures.

Most people found it weird when they found out that Chase McGinnia and Roy Talonn were best friends. Especially considering how different they were. Both physically and in personality.

They were both tall, Caucasian, and well-built. But that's where the similarities ended.

Chase had sandy blond hair and was blue-eyed. And even though he was the pack's Beta, he often dressed like a teenager. He normally wore a variation ripped jeans or sweats, tennis shoes, and t-shirts with various band names on them. That was, unless he was trying to impress the ladies. Which was when he got his act together for fashion and donned the oh-so-attractive crimson shirts with sleeves that reached the middle of his forearms, nice jeans, and layered according to what was trending. 

His blond hair was long, for a guy, and brushed past the tips of his ears. Roy called the look 'scruffy' and 'being too lazy to groom and properly care for himself.' Chase, however, insisted that it was a style. He was a ladies' man and--although Roy doubted that his friend had even kissed a girl--he reveled in all the female attention.