Becca
I’m giddy with excitement all through rehearsal. I’ve met another werewolf. I can’t believe it. Every five minutes, my hand flies to my back pocket to take out my phone and text him, but I resist the temptation. I need to focus and finish with each band member as quickly as possible.Scott, the lead, has been a pain in my ass since day one. At first, he said I couldn’t be his sound engineer because men have better hearing, and he knows I will fuck up his tour. His manager convinced him to ‘give me one night so that I can prove myself’.Like I need to prove anything to anyone, I’ve been working on concerts for six years, and my reputation succeeds me. I have a team of the best technicians, and there has never been a complaint on any of the shows I did. Thanks to my werewolf hearing, I can detect any problem before anybody else hears it; I can easily balance all the speakers from my stage and distinguish each instrument regardless of the arena's size.I can choose which tour I want to take at this point in my career. My preference is to visit new cities to expand my search for werewolves.I started at a basketball court near home after graduation. I worked myself up from there to do events and concerts in the nearby cities, then eventually had enough experience and good recommendations to sign up for big concerts. After two tours as the technician of the engineer, he gave such a good report that the agency asked me to do the next one as the head sound engineer.I deliberately chose this profession to be on tour with bands as much as I could to travel in hopes of finding other werewolves and eventually my mate.I’m the youngest of three, and my parents are very protective of all of us, especially me as the only girl. My two brothers had it easier than me, but not by much. The possibility of Hunters finding us has dulled over the years, but it's still looming over our heads.Our family of five, our small pack is my safe place and source of so much happiness, but I long for being in a pack. To run with others under the full moon, to be linked to other packmembers.I just know there must be other wolves out there. We can’t be the only ones who survived the slaughter.A few weeks after my 13th birthday, we heard bombs going off in the forest where our packmembers lived, and we felt the loss of all our members. The pack link broke with each of them, leaving us broken and empty.Huddled together on my parents’ bed, our first instinct was to run and help, but it became clear in a few moments that no one survived. As the Alpha’s line was killed and every other member slaughtered, my father inherited the Alpha role as the strongest of our little family. We knew it was only us after that, and we had to find a way to stay hidden from the hunters.Transitioning from homeschooling to traditional was the first thing we had to do. Fitting into social circles but keeping our identity was challenging as teens. I struggled just as much as my brothers, but we all knew pretending was our only choice. We couldn’t afford to reveal our true identity or let the slightest suspicion surface.Sports were off limits, fearing we might expose our werewolf abilities. Going out had to be restricted because staying hidden was the most important. Since then, it was only us, rarely shifting, mainly to hunt for food.Bliss, my wolf, suffered a lot. She should be bigger and stronger, but these changes stunted her growth. She never had enough opportunities, and it even hindered her hunting abilities.I haven’t seen a werewolf other than my family in sixteen years. We didn’t dare to search for survivors or even visit the territory. It has been so long since I could be myself with someone other than my family.I always followed my parents' instructions to lay low and remain unseen, blend in with others. Yet, since I turned 21, the urge to search for others and find my mate was irrepressible.I may be too open, but I’ve been living like this for the last five years, and this is the first time anything has come of it.After finishing with each instrument and microphone, I shut down everything and finally unlock my phone.As I’m texting Jason Juice, I walk through the same corridor, only slowly this time. I’m sure he is still at work or something, but I can catch a cab to meet him where he is. I couldn’t determine if he was as excited as me until I stepped out the door, and his scent hit me.My head jerks towards where he parked his car earlier, but it’s not there. It’s in front of me, with a cocky Jason leaning against it.“Hey there,” he greets me with his unmistakable accent.“Oh, hi. I just texted you.”“I can see that,” comes his reply as he steps away from the car, opening the door for me.I take a deep sigh. Let’s hope the first werewolf I meet is not a murderer or a rapist, I say internally, and get in the car. I’m always confident that I can fight off any guy, if necessary, with my wolf strength, but now my legs wobble a bit, realizing he has that too.He changed from his painter’s clothes into casual jeans and a T-shirt, he probably went home, while I worked. Does he live with his parents? The idea of Jason living with a girlfriend strikes through me, and I quickly check if he has a wedding ring. I sigh because he doesn't.I know nothing about him.“So, as you know this place, where can we eat?” I ask as his engine rumbles, and we drive off.“There’s an Italian Restaurant,” he replies, and I nod eagerly.As he drives in silence, I feel awkward. I’m not sure which one of us makes the situation weird. I look around the streets, thinking about what to share with him.“I texted my family about meeting you,” I tell him finally, deciding that he already knows I have them, hoping he'll elaborate on his. "They made me promise I'll call them after we meet."“Yeah, I went home and told my mom, and she couldn’t stop asking questions about you. I was like, ‘Mom, stop. I don’t know anything but her name.’ Long story short, you’re invited for breakfast or dinner tomorrow. I wasn’t sure when you leave town.” he finishes with a grin, glancing at me.I laugh along with him, imagining my mom acting the same way. “That’s lovely. I guess it’s different for them. They remember what it was like living amongst other wolves.” I whisper. “Not that I’m not excited, but essentially, I long for something I barely know anything about when they technically miss it.”“Yes, that’s true. My mom hasn’t been this excited since… you know,” his voice turns sad at the end.“I’m right up there with her,” I reply, bouncing in the seat a bit, trying to cheer him up.We decide to eat in the parking lot of Taco Bell instead of sitting in a restaurant. We don’t want anyone to hear us.“So, how were you…? Did you…?” I stumble over my words. How do you ask someone about the slaughter of their pack, family, and friends? “You know… what happened?”“I guess we better get it out in the car when no one hears,” he says with a sad smile, and I nod in agreement. “My father stayed at the pack while my mother and I came for our usual Sunday visit to my human grandma. Mom cried out, falling to the ground breathless. She knew immediately that my father was gone, but the pain was too much, overpowering the breaking of her pack-bond. When she was able to stand again and ready to go home, we saw the smoke coming out of the bombed area and realized the pack was gone,” he says solemnly. “I was fourteen.” he glances at me, and I nod understandingly.“I was thirteen,” I reply as our shared experience pulls us into an unmistakable bond. “Is your pack territory close by?” I ask a few minutes later.“Yeah. We had no choice but to stay permanently at my grandmother’s house. The pack was hidden in the woods, but we haven’t been there since - traps could be around the area to catch anyone attempting to return.”“We haven’t visited the pack lands, either,” I sigh heavily before telling him my side. “The reason why we survived is because we never lived there. We felt the pack links broke, one after another.”I stare out the window, still remembering the pain and the confusion that followed it. This is the first time I ever met anyone who understands it. “Even though I’ve never lived closely with a pack, we went for pack runs each full moon. That’s what I miss the most.”“Oh yeah, those were magical,” Jason replies, pausing momentarily, staring outside and disappearing in his memories.“It is not the same when it’s only the five of us,” I shrug, then immediately regret it when he replies.“My mom hasn’t shifted since my father died.”Oh, Goddess, he hasn’t run along any werewolf, and I’m bitching about my family being not enough.“Do you have siblings?” I ask hopefully, as strings constrict my heart, aching for him.“No,” he replies solemnly, and I keep my ‘Oh’ answer as silently as possible. “In the last couple of years, I shift more and more often. My wolf wants to be out all the time, and it’s getting harder to rein him in. Still, when he is out, he is even more restless,” he explains, and my brows furrow in confusion.He looks like he doesn’t understand his own wolf, which is new to me. Though thinking about it, my family always explained everything.‘And I had guidance from your parents’ wolves,’ Bliss chimes in solemnly.I’ve never appreciated my family as much as I do now. Watching Jason struggling with his wolf, seeing the loneliness in his eyes, churns my insides, and I instantly know I need to do something.He glances at me for a moment before hardening his features. “Was it a conscious choice to be on the road all the time?” he changes the subject, and I smile at him widely, hoping we think about the same thing.“Of course, how else could I find my mate?” I ask him back.His eyebrows fly up high as he glances at me twice. “Really?”Nope, we were so not thinking about the same thing.“Yeah, that’s the best part of being a werewolf. Don’t you think? Having a mate.”“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it like that.”“My parents are still so happy together, and they told us so many magical stories about other mates meeting each other or going through challenges to be together.”“It must’ve been nice to grow up in a big family,” he smiles sadly.“It was. You should join us for a run,” I look at him excitedly. “Maybe your mom should come too. She might want to shift when she is at a completely different place,” I suggest, but his excitement is far from mine.“That sounds nice,” he replies, but I feel it is more like courtesy.I don’t give up, though.My home is miles away, so that has to be planned in the future, but here, today, we still have a chance.“So, as you know, all the safe places around, and I haven’t let my wolf out in months.” I look at him expectantly. “How about a run after the concert?”His face brightens, and I have my answer.Becca The show is about to end, and I reach for my phone to text Jason Juice. I gotta stop calling him that. Why does he hate his name? I offered him tickets or even to get backstage, but he politely said he wasn’t into rock music and he was actually going to a club to see a DJ’s show. I pouted my lips at that, but we agreed to meet after I packed up things here. We had a great time chatting through dinner, and I got used to his cocky sway of talking, his shining earpiece and the way he checked his phone quite often. I get back to the hotel to drop off my work stuff and get my Eastpak springer to carry my phone, wallet, and key. I can easily swing it through my head in wolf form to keep it around my neck. When he doesn’t reply, I look up the DJ and take an Uber to get me to the club. The enormity of my mistake washes over me the moment I exit the car. I turn to get back and leave, but as the street is flooded with people leaving the club, someone takes the car right away. I tenta
Becca My heartbeat pounds in my ears like a drum as I turn away. Shaky breaths leave Bliss’ jaw as she sits back on her hind legs. Is Jason as excited as I am? Is he trembling like a leaf as I am? Anticipation is killing me as I wait for him to shift. The moon is so bright tonight that my eyes burn after staring at it for too long, leaving a crescent shape in my vision when I close my eyes. Finally, a snout nudges my side, and I brace my muscles to keep me straight as I turn. Makya's dark blue eyes shine like crystals in the dark, and his fur is onyx-black, barely reflecting the moonlight. ‘Bliss?’ I ask, admiring how magnificent he is. His chest puffed out, his ears listening intently; he is a predator. Even without moving an inch, I can see how his muscles are built to hunt, to run, to fight. Bliss steps closer, scenting him. His scent of pine tree and rosehip. ‘Not mates,’ she sighs sadly. ‘He is so gorgeous, though.’ I exhale a sigh of relief. I won’t be rejected tonight.
Becca Completely exhausted, I fell asleep during the drive to Jason’s home, even with the warming morning sun burning through the window. “Becca,” he nudges my shoulder carefully, and when my head falls to the side, he catches it with his hand. Warmth spreads as he caresses under my eye with his thumb. “Becca?” he asks again. My eyes open slower than I’d like, and my moves are sleepy as I wake. “Hey,” sea-blue eyes greet me, and I swear the white freckles shine like diamonds. “Hey,” I croak and blink before I do something reckless and reach out to pull him closer. He lays back in his chair, dropping his hand from my face, when I lift my head. I yawn, looking around, dazed. Numbness paralyzes my right arm because I kept it at the wrong angle during my nap. Willing the sleepiness away, I scrape my eyes. I sigh nervously as I get out of the car and approach their home. It is the last house on the street, with a forest behind their backyard and crop fields on the side. I stand next
Becca “Smoke is coming from the stage,” a frightened voice bellows in my earpiece, and I immediately reach for the end of the console to turn it off. “Shut down everything,” I reply, jumping from my small stage to run towards the stage. “Get everyone off the stage. The main distributor is next to entrance B2,” I instruct my team and look towards that on the way. Two of my assistants rush to the door to find the main fuse and switch off the electricity in the whole arena. Someone shrieks as the arena darkens. The exit signs are the only lights, and we all turn on the flashlight on our phones to navigate in the dark. I can already smell the scent of overheated equipment and mutter a curse, hoping it won’t burst into flames. “Everyone, find an exit and leave,” I yell, my voice echoing through the empty walls. If an amplifier or a speaker catches on fire, it can start a chain of reaction, and the sound system can be damaged or burned down in a matter of minutes. I pick up my speed. N
Jason The ground slips away beneath me as I jump over a stream. My leap is high and swift. Makya is stronger than he has ever been. My paws sink into the moist ground as I land on the other side of the stream, but I waste no time in pushing forward. The night is warm without any breeze. Fall can’t come soon enough to fill nature with fresh water. Makya has changed a lot ever since meeting Becca. His anger wormed into agitation and determination. We still shift and run each day, though not to burn off the anger but to build strength and agility. ‘We need to protect our mate,’ Makya explains to me, just like he does every day. ‘What mate?’ I ask. He confirmed that Becca isn’t our destined mate, so his reasoning confuses me. ‘We know there are other survivors. We will have a mate. Now focus,’ he orders as he stops. Soil and grass fill the space between the toes on Makya's paws as we slide to a stop. ‘What can you smell?’ he asks, and I inhale. As it turns out, we train not only our
Becca The comfort and ease of being home after a long tour are always so soothing. I’m on the road so much that I don’t rent an apartment. I spend most of the in-between time with my parents anyway. The kitchen is filled with the scents of my favorite foods, and falling back into the routine of living on a farm is like second nature to me. Despite having a lot to do before winter arrives, our years of experience make us efficient. The old log house, the garden, and the few animals around it are the places of most of my happy memories. After the years of the slaughter of our pack, we learned to grow our food and provide for ourselves. Dad started working as a delivery man, even though he had to be careful not to lift too heavy boxes and crates, while Mom worked in the local school. With three children, they’ve never been able to save enough money for college for all of us, but they supported us the best they could. Luckily, as werewolves, we don’t weaken much with age. My parents
Becca I spent the last two weeks learning everything there is to know about how most packs operate and what differences they have. There are a lot. I found only two more packs where the reports mention any kind of protection spells, so there is hope for more of us. Even though the file my Mum showed me is the only report on the Crystal Ice Pack, the photos and drawings are wholly burned in my memory, I spent so many times watching them. The images of the Alpha family with Alpha Jack, Luna Astrid, the young Annalise, and two younger boys, Blake and Benjamin, are engraved in my heart- their smiles, their hopes, the mouth of the cave behind them. And the next photo, with all the members standing next to one another, shows a pack I’ve had once and dreamed about since. They are one big family. My heart stutters as I close the folder again and put it on the shelf. I’m ready. Ready to find them, to meet them, to be part of the Crystal Ice Pack. The realization chills me with both fear a
Becca With my bags lined up by the wall, we sit in the kitchen again. Jason’s tense shoulders tell me everything. “To be honest, I thought I’d never see you again. The way your texts got so vague since you arrived home made me feel like you moved on to something else,” he says while I drink some juice to quench my parched throat. “I kind of felt the same from your side,” I reply, but add quickly: “I’ve been researching things I couldn’t share with you over the phone.” “I assume that research led you somewhere because you are here with all this camping stuff,” he looks at my giant backpack with narrowed eyes, which has several things hanging from hooks and nooks. “Yeah,” I laugh at the face he makes. “I’m not really the over-shopping type, but I couldn’t stop myself this time. Even though I’m a werewolf, we slept in tents on floatable mattresses during camping trips and mostly cooked our food. I don’t plan on living solely on raw meat while we travel. Do you?” “Urgh, no,” he repli