I am Wolf

WOLFDays and nights have just morphed together; I can’t say how long it’s been since I had a warm meal or didn’t walk into a town and got uncomfortable and unwelcome stares from most folks there.The truth is, yeah, I suppose I look fucking terrible; I probably reek something awful, too; I’ve been up in the mountains so long that I’ve started looking like I belong there; in a way, I guess I do. When I do make my way into a passing town, being butt-ass naked probably won’t go down well, so I tend to help myself to the occasional clean clothes off someone’s wash line; it usually only happens when I sneak myself into towns to grab some food, and by grab, I mean it, quite literally.Being a mutt in the mountains doesn’t come with a free cash flow; it’s tough out there, and food isn’t as plentiful as you might think. So yeah, my conscience should probably be eating me up inside about taking stuff that doesn’t belong to me, right? But honestly, it’s this or walking around fucking naked when

WOLFAnd just like that, I find myself sandwiched in the back of a grey Ford pickup truck with Don in the driver’s seat and little miss princess riding shotgun. We’ve been driving for about fifteen minutes, give or take, and the deafening silence is suffocating. I’m sandwiched between the one guy who came into the diner with the alpha pup and some other guy. They’re all still kids; at least, I’ve got two years on all three of these guys, easy.Of all the stupid things I’ve ever gotten myself into, this is one of the dumbest and most idiotic things to date. Getting involved with an alpha’s daughter, being hauled off by the alpha in training, to meet the significant bad alpha of... wait, where the fuck are they taking me anyways. Which pack is this?“So, Don is it. You’re pack. Does it have a name?” I see his knuckles turn white when he tightens his hands around the handlebar, but he doesn’t respond; instead, he huffs irritably.I must remind myself that I’m about to die because I decide

WOLFI’ve been working out to pass the time while I wait, confinement is driving me nuts, and it’s either this or break something...Standing shirtless in front of the pull-up bar, I stare at it almost as if it’s my nemesis; I’m instantly grateful that they have something like this in here, almost as if they read my mind.I give the pull-up bar a sideways glance as I tilt my head to stare at it. As much as I want to imagine the bar to be something my frustration wants to beat up and break, I can’t because every time that I attempt to envision it as such, all I can see is Sasha, those plump pink lips of hers as she bites down against the bottom rim of that full lip. All I want to do is mount her, fuck, I’m in serious trouble.I lost count after one hundred and fifty pull-ups on the bar; now, I’m mainly driven by the adrenaline of desire and determination. The desire to have Sasha beneath me, screaming my name, and the sheer determination to get the hell out of here and as far away from

WOLFAs the chains fall to the ground, my eyes fly up to look at the alpha. I assume it's Fenris's beta who's undoing my bondage. I give him a courteous yet sarcastic nod of thanks before looking back up at the alpha, who's still evil eyeing me."So is that it then?" I mutter while staring him dead in the eye, narrowing his eyes on me; Fenris nods towards the open door as he grumbles,"Get out, and remember what I said, Wolf; you're free to go when you complete this job. But not in my territory; I never want to see you here again, understood?" scoffing, I shake my head with a smirk when I mutter, "Trust me; I don't plan on sticking around once we're done." Without sparing him a second glance, I pick up the file off the table as I leave the room; Fenris's eyes are still boring into the back of my head as I head out the door.What a dick.I'm surprised to find Don standing right outside waiting for me the second I head out the door,"So I guess you've been assigned to seeing me out then

WOLFThe coordinates take me straight to an abandoned-looking mine shaft in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but overgrown and dense forest trees and bushes; I cautiously get off the bike and remove my helmet before placing it on top of the seat.My brows furrow as I narrow my eyes; it's quiet, so quiet, in fact, that I can't even hear any critters in the forest. Strange, right?My eyes slowly scan the area, trying to figure out why Caius would come here of all places; he had all but dominated most of the packs in South America. As far as memory serves, he was doing well too. So why come up here and give up the reigning power he has down there for this? It doesn't make any sense. 'What the fuck are you up to, Caius.' I wonder to myself, and at that exact moment, I notice someone standing right in front of the mineshaft hole.I instantly frown as I narrow my eyes at him when I grumble, "Damien."He smirks at me as if he's not even surprised to see me when he slowly narrows