I didn't retaliate. Now wasn't the time to squabble, playfully or no. When we reached the first level, there were two, very familiar faces standing in our path: Julias and Bayard. "Hi," Bayard sneered and tried to jump me, but Draugluin was already in his wolf form, sending the boy flying against a wall. Bayard rubbed his head but was ready to fight once more. Julias was already leaping at Mozzy, trying to tear into him but he wasn't big enough to take Draugluin down. Bayard was about to go into wolf form when I punched him down again. "Aw, did the wittle baby get a booboo? Poor baby." I taunted him to keep him distracted. Draugluin needed to take down battle experienced Julias. "You American rat. Why don't you go rot in sewers where not even the scavengers will feed on your flesh?!""What's that reference," I ducked a punch, readying my arms to block a knee. I winced as I blocked, but not from the impact. The corner of the book dug into my stomach when I ducked so low."Out of sha
than expected, Alpha had to bribe the few construction workers and carpenters of the pack that, if they could create a new, large extension of the house in the back left side before the pups were six months old, the workers wouldn't have to pay their monthly pack contribution for an entire year. The men were already planning what they would do with the extra money they'd have left over. One said he'd take his mate on a long needed vacation for the both of them. If only an alpha could take a vacation every once in a while.Alpha Mother came in with Alpha's hot mug of coffee accompanied with a side of cheese, crackers and sliced salami. Her quick barefoot steps were silent on the red, velvet carpet. After setting the tray down, she sighed. "Have you heard anything from Alpha Jon?""Not yet," Alpha took a swig of the coffee while his mate sat in one of the chairs before his desk, fiddling with the tray she'd brought all the goods on. The tapping against the bronze made Alpha's ears itch
“What do we do,” I whispered to Mozzy. With him practically covering me, I couldn’t see what was going on behind me. I almost whined in fear.Why was I acting like a frightened pup? Perhaps I didn’t want all the hard work Draugluin and I had done in Paris ruined in an instant. Maybe I didn’t want to lose the taste of freedom.There was a crunch of boots against gravel and dragging steps. One pair was getting closer to us. I trembled. I couldn’t move! The steps were coming closer!“Je peux les sentir,” it was Bayard and I hoped he wouldn’t call Alpha Jon over. The steps slowed then stopped. There was a shuffling of denim before I heard the pant of a wolf. I felt the urge to see what Bayard looked like as a wolf but I couldn’t turn. “Alpha Jon, avez-vous trouvé quelque chose?”“Non,” the alpha called back.“Merde!” Bayard snarled and...stepped down into the bushes!I shut my eyes and focused on taking deep, slow breathes. In. Out. I tried to swallow but the book was pressed against my th
I walked up and pressed my body against his. Touch was very important for wolves and I felt that, despite our rank difference, Draugluin needed some sort of comforting. I could feel Mozzy's muscles tense then relax before tensing again. "It's okay," I reassured him. "Let's go but using our heads.""Alright." He stepped onto the road for a couple seconds. "We go straight for half a mile then turn right, continuing on for another two miles."After he returned to the cover of the trees, we took off. Now that I had calmed Mozzy, I mulled over what he said to me. What was bugging me wasn't the deadly poison that could be released on us. Draugluin had been taking poison over the years for immunity? Did Jun and Maengun also do it? Did Alpha Mother? What were the effects of starting to take poisons over time as children into adults?'I don't know anything about Alpha or his mate and sons. What's really going on within the pack?' I peeked at Draugluin before dodging a tree that I nearly kissed
"But-""Keep watch," Draugluin interjected. He poked his head into the dandelion-yellow lit sidewalk. I watched the back of his head swivel side to side, his muzzle peeking out from behind the thick furs of his side. Though it was spring, Draugluin still had his winter coat and it was thick and bushy like a beard but soft as bunny's fur. I wanted to snuggle my face into it. If only my fur was the same.When Draugluin crossed the street, I leaned my head out and sniffed the air while glaring intensely in every direction. My fur wasn't beautiful. At least I didn't think so. It was rough and striped with a bright, neon rainbow that didn't lay even on me at all. My green stripe was usually thicker than my pink and purple while the blue looked like a fading hair coloring. They red and yellow strips were the only consistent colors that weren't too thick or thin or too bright. I never outwardly complained because I had it easy. My curse was so tame compared to others' like Freki. My eyes dr
We both dug in, yanking away the outer skin to tear into the meaty flesh. I barely chewed. All the energy I had exerted in running and the adrenaline pumping through me to keep me going had slowly made me hungry. Though I could have made it to America without eating, I was glad that this small feast allowed some rejuvenation."We'll have to bury this as discreetly as we can," Draugluin paused after getting a drink from the stream. "It will be evidence for Alpha Jon about our location if he passes through this area.""Won't he see a giant mound of dirt with poorly placed grass lumps covering it?""Not if we bury it in the slope. That's where I caught it. There's actually a little outcropping not too far from here. I was above the deer and dropped on him before he saw. It was an easy kill. We can dig into the dirt towards the bottom of the slope which will look more natural.""We'll drag blood through the grass." I felt like Miss Negative."It's the best we can do for right now. Our onl
Draugluin strapped my clothes tightly around me. We'd have to go the speed of sound in order to get back on track. The two of us stretched some before charging at full speed. The ground rose and dipped. While running, I got a to see a flash of police car lights. Two nice looking cars had had a head on collision. Out of three police officers, two were separating the two angry drivers who were shouting violently at one another. One gentleman was in a suit while the other was in casual clothing. The man in the suit looked up but I doubted he saw anything but the dim outline of wolves darting away.Soon, the landscape changed drastically. The forest turned into fields. We kept moving at a fast pace but made sure no one would see us. Draugluin and I reached the edge of Paris by sunset. We quickly morphed and dressed before trying to casually walk through the mass of bodies. The traffic wasn't too busy but the sidewalks were congested. Young couples smiled and chatted, a mother and daughte
I'm Lucian, a werewolf. Not the very first thing to fire up a discussion with, isn't that so? No reason for concealing it. I've done what's needed of that. Try not to go reasoning that I'm so fortunate and magnificent in light of the fact that I'm a werewolf. As a matter of fact, our life is a struggle and extremely unforgiving with a consistent feeling of dread toward being gotten, continuously living in dread. Being a werewolf is a revile! The main refuge is the home, the lair and center of a werewolf pack. That being said, those homes are extremely separated and there is as yet a waiting feeling of dread toward intrusion.Nobody truly has an information on our set of experiences since the tales have been wound, made malicious or light of, and at times, romanticized. That is the sort I disdain in particular, individuals who know nothing, gagging our life up to be so fantastic. Whether it be from fantasized accounts of people or different animals wandering the dull among development