LIKE ANIMALS

  Fuck off.

Fuck off??

Nobody’s ever told me that in my life. Granted, the people I knew were Holls, Stephen, my teachers, but they don’t count because all of my jokes rolled off them like they were immune.

 Tongue in cheek, I look up at the dark sky, the stars dotting the night must see and relay to the moon goddess that she made her very first mistake, pairing me with a man!

 The worst kind of them even.

“I’m going to assume your name is fuck off.” I say looking back at the spot my mate is supposed to be standing in.

 He was gone.

My head swings left and right, almost human eyes searching for my mate, but he is gone and I am left alone out here.

 Wherever here is.

“Just great. This is why you don’t follow strangers.” If only I had someone to warn me of stranger danger, am I right??

 I am well away from the Alpha tower.

Far from home. I snicker to myself, Holls was going to love that one.

Taking in my surroundings, I take note of the fact that I am in an open field, nothing to my left, even more nothings to my right.

 I am in a sea of vast nothingness.

With none of my senses to pick the way back home for me.

 Turning back, I try to go back the way I came.

I mean, how would I ever tell my father that I found my mate and it just so happened to be a man with shaggy hair, killer eyes and a fucking lip ring?!

 Who also told me to fuck off!

He clearly wants nothing to do with me, which I admit hurts a little. Okay, it hurts a whole lot. He’s supposed to devote his entire life to loving me!

I mean, I am also surprised he turned out to be a man, but I wasn’t asking him to fuck off!

 “But you did almost punch his face.”

I wince.

Okay fine, I guess he had every right to tell me that.

 With a sigh I realize I may never go home.

And the guards said something about rogues lurking.

 My mate is thankfully not rogue, even if he has a foul mouth and a shit attitude, he doesn’t look like deranged like every textbook rogue, he speaks well, has a nice body…

 “Do not think about his body!” I snap at myself.

Then slap my hand across my mouth.

Good Eddie, call the rogues and tell them a lost alpha, with a dormant wolf and no senses is right here and ready to be devoured.

 The least my mate could have done was point me in the right direction.

Right, he has no idea that his next leader has no senses. I think drily.

 The right leg of my ugly red suit manages to snag on some dry plants, the rip is loud in the otherwise silent night.

 “Go ahead, disappoint your father some more, ruin the suit he made specially for this occasion!” I say pulling my leg to myself, that’s when I stumble backward a bit, tripping over a few roots.

 My mouth opens to scream and a hand is slapped across my mouth.

“Shut the fuck up.”

His sweet smell disorients my nostrils and I resist the urge to rest in his arms, instead I peel his hand off.

 “Great, Fuck off, pretty kind of you to show up when I don’t need you anymore.”

I can’t help the sarcasm, it comes very easily since my companion most days are my mind, books and films from the human world.

 “I said, shut the fuck up, unless you’re trying to get yourself killed.”

I should have noticed he was whispering, but I don’t. Mostly because he is a shit person, I can tell he’s the type to kick puppies and steal candies from babies.

 “Who taught you to speak? Are the only things you know fuck off, shut the fuck up??”

“Yes, I only know to fuck. Now, be quiet, they already noticed you.”

My face face blushes at the word, and I am grateful for the dark. I know the word and the meaning purely from books and movies, and Holls never ending stories about her and Stephen.

 But in practical?

Does alone and in my room with my always reliable right hand count??

For some reason, I imagine doing it with him.

 He glances at me, his mouth twisting in disgust even further.

I don’t hold back the scoff and the eye roll that follows.

 “Who noticed me??”

He frowns at me.

“You can’t be that stupid.”

“What the hell do you mean by that stupid?? I will have you know that I am not stupid, there’s none of my tests I haven’t aced.”

 He mutters something along the line of fucking idiot.

I grit my teeth together.

“Look, I know I swung at you that time, but it’s not an excuse to keep acting like a fucking dick. This is the first time I am also hearing of two men being mates.”

 “I see stupid, and I say stupid, how is that acting like a dick??”

Okay that’s it.

There’s no talking to this guy, he is obviously drunk on how good looking he is, and he’s gone mad.

 I will be the bigger person and walk away from this conversation.

Maybe there’s some food leftover at my birthday party, and maybe I will have my first sip of legal alcohol, go to sleep drunk, and forget I met him.

 “Where the fuck do you think you’re going??” he is whispering, yet it sounds like he is barking at me.

“Home?? Where my father is actually respected? Where I won’t be asked to fuck off for introducing myself?? Gee, I don’t know, maybe I am actually fucking off??”

 He grits his teeth harder.

“Your father has no respect anywhere, in this pack or out of it.”

Now he has gone too far.

 “You take that back!” I spit,

“Why? it’s the truth, and maybe the rumors are true and you have no senses so you can’t smell his bullshit, or because the names they gave you are accurate, the ignorant, foolish heir, that’s why you take his fucking bullshit at face value.”

 This time my fist actually connects with his jaw.

The crack tears through the air, and he is stunned for a total of five seconds before his own fist connects with jaw.

 A low growl tears out of my throat.

“You motherfucking…”

I can’t tell exactly how, since I see red.

But we throw ourselves at each other, we tussle, my fist connects with his skin, each punch feels electric, but I ignore those stupid sparks.

 “Fucking stupid heir…” he cusses,

His punch connects and I taste blood.

We roll downhill, our bodies tumbling, yet we don’t let go of each other, we continue to punch, and cuss at each other.

 God, I hate him.

I hate him so much.

He doesn’t know me or my father. What my father has done for this pack. How we’re so successful because of my father’s leadership skills.

 If he read the history textbooks he would know just how great my father is, and how he has no right, no fucking right to talk shit about the greatest Alpha to live.

 Suddenly his movements seizes, and mine follows.

First thing I notice is that fact that I am on top of him, our crotches right on each other.

 I try to shuffle off him, that’s when he cusses.

“Shit. They caught us.”

I blink, halting, half on his body.

“Who caught us?? What are you talking about??”

He narrows his eyes at me, his lip is bleeding but somehow the part with the ring is intact.

 I resent the fact that I still want to kiss him, even now.

 “The poachers.”

Right on his word, something snaps and we get pulled together and upwards, in a fucking net.

 Like animals.

He doesn’t scream, but I do.

I was trapped with my enemy in a fucking net, high up in a tree and no one knows where I am.