Seven years later…
Terrell sat back in his apartment. Alone, he quietly pondered his next steps. Last week he walked the stage with top honors in law. He had passed his bars. He was officially an attorney. His father was so proud, standing there in the beating sun and taking pictures of his son as that graceful gown seemed to float around him.
Only this time, there were no middle fingers involved. There was no telling a small town to piss off.
It was him. Terrell Gladson and his day of glory.
But now, as he sat in his empty apartment, he started to feel the emptiness seeping in. The same emptiness he felt that night of the accident when he rejected Anastasia. A deep, hollowness that penetrated his thoughts, and sometimes, his very soul.
The thought of, you will always be alone.
Terrell was the epitome of puberty done right. The old glasses were gone, Lasix taking their place and clearing any horrid eyesight he may have ever had. Bad eyesight for a werewolf? Unheard of! But he had, and that was just it. Had.
His spicy mustard hair had darkened into a rich auburn, flipped to the side like one of those fancy underwear model guys. He had turned to using a gym instead some back country for his workouts. His voice had deepened into a sultry devilish baritone. He had dropped seventy pounds in fat weight for eighty pounds in ripped, tight muscles.
He was a swooner. Terrell had no issues with wooing the ladies with his muscular country boy style, his deep country voice and his rich boy demeanor. He rocked the suits as easily as he rocked the white t-shirt and blue jeans.
He was every college girl’s dream boy. And every college dad’s nightmare.
The pack he and his father had joined had shown Terrell and Richard a newfound respect for their authority in the courts. His father was an aging partner, but his skills in the courtroom remained unmatched for the rookie off the field. Hi charisma and charm won him over many a jury, but more importantly, his need for the written books and research won him over the judges.
The pack knew the truth of what had happened just before graduation. Word of the horrendous accusations had spread like wild fire across the nation from pack to pack, the story getting wilder as it was crossed in communication. Some said Terrell bit the boy’s foot clean off. Others said he ripped it apart with his human hands.
When questioned about it in the new pack introductions, Terrell had sunk into himself before finally saying, “What have you heard so I can clear it up?”
Terrell had explained every last detail like it was only yesterday. From the thread colors of their clothes to him lying in patient wait. He explained that he knew Gavin’s weakness was his stamina, and lying there in the underbrush not exerting his would be the easiest way to win over the new potential alpha.
The pack council had convened for the evening, and the next morning, a courier was sent to the Gladson’s new home. The wax sealed letter was placed in Richard’s hands, and Richard waited patiently for his son to rise before breaking the seal.
“Morning pop!” Terrell exclaimed as he bounded in the door. “Hope you don’t mind. I went for a run this morning to learn the layout of the town. This place is huge!”
Richard, surprised at his son’s energy bursts of late, asked Terrell to sit down, and if wanted some coffee.
“Yeah sure dad!” He jogged up to Richard, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “You are the best pop a pup could ever have, you know that?”
Richard got up quietly. He turned to his son, mustering a smile. “The courier came son. Sit. I’ll grab coffee. And don’t you dare open that seal without me here.” His voice had a mild growl to it, showing Terrell he meant business.
Terrell took a step back. “Uh, yeah, sure dad.” Sitting down, he noticed the neatly rolled scroll for the first time since he came in.
“It’s wax sealed?”
“Yes.”
“What’s this imprint?”
“It’s the ring of the Alpha.”
“Oh. Huh. Neat!”
Richard swore Terrell sounded like he was ten years old again, excited over a class trip to the museum, especially the area where all of the old books were kept. He returned with two cups of black coffee and sat down hesitantly and quietly.
“Well, are you going to open it?”
“Terrell, I have to talk to you first.”
“Mm-k, what is it dad?”
Richard sighed deeply. “Do you know who you are?”
Terrell laughed, but quieted back when he realized his father was getting frustrated. “Um, I guess not?”
“Terrell, you, you are an alpha. Just as I am, or was, and so was your grandfathers, four generations back now.”
“Wait…”
Richard held his hand up for silence. “This letter, this sealed illumination, will tell us if we are to carry on our fates here in Stanford.”
“I don’t think I’m following you pop.”
“Let me break the seal and then I will explain.”
Richard reached out to the scroll, shakingly taking it up in his hands. The wax cracked under the pressure of his fingers. Richard slowly unrolled the scroll, read the writing on it, and dropped it. His face went white and tears began rolling down his cheeks. “I can’t believe it,” he mustered between the gasping breaths.
“What pop? Can I read it? Are you going to tell me?”
Richard slid the scroll across the table to his son. His hand still atop it, “Don’t cry out. Whatever you do, don’t cry out.”
Terrell hesitantly nodded his head. He slowly picked up the scroll:
By honor of the 7th house of Alpha Demetri
It is hereby declared the Terrell Gladson is indeed of pureblood lineage, carried forth of seventeen generations. Upon further research, Terrell shall hereby be regarded as Alpha Terrell, leader of the Centri Pack of Stanford, and the sole heir to the Alpha title.
Alpha Terrell is regarded as a virtuous leader, kind, patient, and willing to help his fellow wolven. The Council declares this forthwith, say none other to charge against.
Signed,
Alpha Demetri
Beta Larson
Gamma Zantu
Now here he stood, hot shot lawyer, Alpha of a major government pack, and exhausted from graduating a week ago. This hot shot lawyer, trying to figure out if the yogurt in his fridge was bad or if he should garnish himself to take out. Again.
He called his dad. Four rings, no answer. Pop must be working late again. He sighed and put his cell back in his pocket. He could go for a run, but by then the buffets across town would be closed.
He grunted as he decided to call for a pizza. Twenty minutes later, Terrell, pepperoni and hot coffee sat over a small stack of files he had brought home from the office.
“Alpha Terrell?” a soft voice asked from behind the door. He stood, slowly making his approach. Terrell cracked the door open to see Danica standing outside on trembling legs. “May I come in?” Terrell opened the door just wide enough to allow the young lady into his room. As he turned to her, his wolf growled, panted and pawed to be released. He stopped f
Terrell's POV:Ican'thelp but stare at her. My brain keeps going numb with everything she tries on. The dress though, oh sweet heaven above. What a looker under that apron and untidy hair.But she keeps noticing me staring at her. I shouldjuststop. Shedoesn'tbelong to me by any means. But I can change that. I mean, a few words to Gavin,maybe athought or some border control agreement... Idon'tknow. I do know that I want her to come back to Stanford with me. Even if shedoesn'tstay. Just away from, well, this shit hole that I left so long ago.
Danica:Wait, what? Did I just hear that correctly? Alpha Terrell just asked me on a date?Where in the serious fuck did that come from? Am I dreaming? Oh good God, if I am, I never want to wake up!This is such a gorgeous dress. I really shouldn't be letting him buy it for me. The price tag, oh good sweet Jesus! Two thousand? What? Oh shit. I better step this up. “Alpha, I don't know that you should buy this dress,” I said, trembling as the words left my lips.“Too late,” Charley exclaimed, receipt in hand.My mouth gaped. Never before had someone just, well, done something without me asking for help, or even offering to make sure that I paid them back for it all.I didn't get a chance to protest whatsoever. Charley had me right back in the fitting room with a seamstress, ensuring every nook and cranny of my body came
Danica came down the stairs slowly after showering, listening carefully to conversation in the main hall. She tiptoed down the last step, hoping not to be heard or sniffed out.“A dress, for the dane?”“Yes, Charley, a nice one, like for church. You can get her two, just so she has an extra one for whatever. She might end up needin' it.”“And shoes? Or do you plan on her padding around in sneakers.”“Whatever. I gave her the credit card. Get her what she needs, but don't be stupid with the money. I got bills to pay, too.”“Uh-huh, sure.” Charley rolled her eyes at Gavin, knowing that the entire town supported the Alpha, and the Alpha family hadn't wanted for anything in almost 150 years.Danica came around the corner, her eyes turned down, and her hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. She looked up slightly only to see Charley waiting, impatiently.Charley stood about five foo
<Danica> I have no idea what just happened. It was lunch, and then, he was in my head. How? I didn't think that there would ever be a telepathic that close to me. Mom had always told me my touch was unique. I could think out loud, she would say, literally, and she meant. Sometimes, too loud I suppose. I never thought I would meet a wolf that was a telepathic either. A talker is one thing, but a shifter and a talker? What? My mind is whirling. He is so detrimentally handsome. I swear he might end up being the death of me. I also never thought I would end up cleaning slop and filth from these pathetic redneck slobbering coon hounds. That's all they really are to me, not even worthy of being called wolves. Oh I wish I could just sail away in the wind, like my mind does, like the world does around me. Leave here and never look back. It's almost like dreaming of being in a fairy tale re
Terrell: “Well, that went better than expected,” Jason said on the other end of the line. “Yeah, they weren't happy seeing Kyle on a gurney. But these nightmares. I think they're getting worse.” “I think you need to see a doctor to find what's causing them. It isn't something you ate is it? Maybe bad Chinese again? You remember that one time in college? Oh man, I thought you were never going to stop puking!” “Don't remind me, and no. I haven't eaten anything actually. Apparently they are having a big lunch for me here at the pack house. Kind of wish I had a personal food taster on hand.” “Just say the word, Alpha, and I will be there.” Terrell stayed quiet for a moment. A deep sigh left him. “No, let me do the thing. They need to trust me. Something about this other pack is looking for the iris.” “Iris died a long time ago,” Jason responded, confused. “That's what I said, but Gavin insisted that it wasn't