EthanIf I said that Liane hadn't pissed me off about calling Stanley, I'd be lying. Ever since she said they were at the store, she hasn't stopped asking questions. How she was, how Stanley was, and a hundred more after that.It was obvious that Stanley seemed to have a great deal of attention directed towards that solitary one. Which made me curious, after all, if there was one thing he hated the most, it was lonely. Then why? Was it because of that cunning female?No, our Alpha wasn't shallow like that. There was something else.And when I said that to Liane, she was speechless. She didn't ask any more questions. She just left and came back with two bottles of wine. And when I saw that, I almost had a heart attack. Where have you seen a pregnant woman drinking?"Not for me you idiot!"It was a relief to hear that from her."Do you think it's too boring?" She asked inside the car. Holding the cases of wines in a bag on her lap. The round belly taking up most of the space, the black
He walked beside me with his hand clutched in mine. His smile spread across his face as he guided me through the trees. The forest was taking on a yellowish landscape and the ground was already lined with dry leaves. It was a beautiful season, to be sure. And a unique moment in the company of my Alpha."What did you think of Liane?" He looked at me."She's a sweetheart.""I hope she didn't say too much." I took one look at him and smiled."We talked a little and she was great." I smoothed her hand with my thumb as we walked. "I'm sure what I want." His words came into my head and I looked at him. I still wonder when exactly was his decision to claim me...After walking another two minutes in the silence, I found myself near a small clearing. Stanley stopped and looked around for a few moments. He had a neutral expression on his face and seemed to be thinking about something."This is where I first shifted." I glared at him as his words broke the silence. I saw a sly smile appear at th
AmeliaThat place was already making me sick. Abell didn't do anything to make this place the least bit presentable and I was tired of trying. Bad people came in and out all the time to talk to him, sometimes they left bottles, butts, and the smell of cigarettes was the worst. So I made a point of going into the room and staying there, reading an old magazine or anything I could find lying around, far from it all.It was more interesting than bumping into criminals and loners who every now and then entered the territory to ask a favor of Abell. And at that my brother was great. He loved leaving others in his debt.The deal proposed by Stanley was that he would let us stay if Abell stayed out of trouble. In other words, the lonely. But of course my brother put on a holy wolf mask as he continued with all his dirt under the covers. "We are not born to follow orders." He always yelled that at me when I tried to remind him of the arrangement. I had gotten tired of it all. Abell is sly and
AmeliaWhen Abell finally lay down, I was relieved. He had drunk too much and on top of that he had made me accompany him too. The only reason I didn't drink as much as he did was because Abell rolled over before that happened. Just as well. I hope he won't wake up until tomorrow. I put my hand on my head and sat down on the chair in the bedroom. I took a deep breath and stared at my brother's body on the bed. His back calmly rising and falling. "Peace, finally... " I whispered, sliding my body on the seat until I could rest my head on the backrest. I stared at the window. I was so worried that I didn't even realize it was getting dark. The sky was already dark and I quickly remembered last night. That wolf wouldn't come here again, would he? He wouldn't be so stupid as to do that... I turned my gaze to Abell. 'I'll do this until you change your mind.' His words soon came back into my head and my body stood up quickly. "He can't..." my feet moved toward the door. I still helped
I was free. The forest was mine and I was hers. My howls echoed like chains crashing across the land. Nothing could stop me. Nothing could hold me back but myself.I could feel the threads that bound me to the pack snapping. I could feel everything perfectly around me. The smells, the tastes, the noises, everything was connected like nerves in my body. The sensations of fear, adrenaline, I could feel it all in the air. I was free. And I felt like everything was in my control. No fixed place, no rules to follow. Fugitive from the laws that pursued and tormented me.After running practically all night, I ended up stopping at the border of another pack's territory. My muscles vibrated, and my paws had never felt so much pain. But the pain was pleasurable and made me more euphoric.I was left with nothing. Absolutely nothing. No clothes, no belongings and nothing that could help me. The nearest town was much bigger than mine. But before I got to her, I had to change and find some clothes
I woke up to the deafening noise of the alarm clock in my ear. I got up scared and took my hand on the clock. With the force, it fell to the ground and luckily it didn't break. I sighed and slowly got out of bed. I got dressed and put on the clothes I had bought yesterday. A black tank top and leggings in the same color. I brushed my teeth, ran a hand through my hair, and slipped on my sneakers. The same one I had taken from the clothesline.I put the rest of the money left over from yesterday in my belt and left the room so I could buy something to eat and go to work.Thanks to lycanthropy, my muscles in just one night of sleep were already fully rested. A few hours of sleep were enough for me to feel refreshed and ready for another one. However, even for me, it was more sleep than I was used to, so I really was feeling great.I went downstairs and saw the punk human heading towards the reception with her hair all tangled up. She was yawning and sleep seemed to be her worst enemy now
Again the shrill noise of the alarm clock made me open my eyes and slap the clock." Oh shit... " I stretched. " It will end up breaking like that. " I took the old clock off the floor and put it on the bedside table again.There was a whistle coming from the window. The cool morning breeze blew against the glass. The sun hadn't even come up yet. I stretched and slowly got out of bed. I went to the window and slightly opened the curtain. Everything looked calm outside. I went back, went to the bathroom, did my business and got ready. I went to the mirror and took a look at my neck. Now there was just a red line on my skin, as if someone had scratched it. I sighed, fixed my hair and left for work.I haven't been out for a run for two days now. I brought my wrist up to my nose and sniffed. Because of that, my scent is barely perceptible to that of the other wolves. That's great for maintaining my identity, but terrible for my sanity. Besides, I can't relax at all. Damned ones have a gre
I arrived at the hotel and walked through the hall. The old man was still sitting in that chair. This time, by the smell, he was having a peaceful coffee. I nodded and walked up the stairs. I went straight to take a hot shower upon arrival. Now that the sun was out again, I stripped off my wet clothes and laid them by the window. After the shower, I wrapped the towel around my hair and went straight to bed.I loved coming home after a run and getting rid of my clothes. It's a custom I picked up during my lifetime. I actually think it's a habit of the species. After running, it was nearly impossible to get home and get dressed if I was alone. I rolled over in the covers, took a deep breath and when I saw it, I was already clogged with thoughts again. That loner was pretty convincing if he'd tricked me into saying he had nothing to do with the pack here. I would be fucked if he was. It would probably be an essential tool for the Alpha to sniff me out and find me.Stanley Wright...I rem