I rested my hands on my knees, sweaty and panting for air. Training was brutal today, even moreso than most, and they're never easy sessions. Our leaders push us hard, and walking away with a few cuts and bruises wasn't uncommon, especially for us lower ranks.
I'm just one of many Omegas in the Grey Marsh pack, a small pack, but with a enough of a reputation for pure viciousness that no one really messes with us. Which is also why no one is exempt from these daily training sessions, every single pack member is expected to be able to hold their own, and then some.Thankfully, real fights are rare, as there isn't much competition for our territory. Our namesake, the Grey Marsh, is a dark, thickly-treed, perpetually misty marsh that lays in the valley between the greener, fertile inland plains, and the jagged, black peaks of the mountain range that rims the western edge of the continent.No one ever dares to wander into that mountain territory, and aside from our small pack, none even want to reside anywhere close. While Grey Marsh's shameless brutality might be feared among werewolves, we're about as fearsome as day-old runts compared to the mysterious and solitary Lycan pack who call those dark peaks home.Stretching and checking myself over, I seem to have come off pretty unscathed today, with just a few sore spots that will likely be purple tomorrow. No blood though, which meant I could go for a much-needed run to my favourite, secluded spot.I took off at a light jog through the centre of our pack's village, but ducked quickly behind the packhouse as I saw our Gamma, Trev, coming out the front, with his girlfriend, Sarah, hanging off him. I generally preferred to avoid confrontation with those two.Sarah had always hated me, with every fibre of her being, though I've never really understood why. Trev used to be nice, at least, but now he just as often joined in, if only to avoid Sarah's savage ire being directed at him instead.Heading quickly to the edge of the forest that surrounded our pack's centre village, I sped up as I ran through the twisted, mossy trees of the marsh that I knew well. I might not have my wolf yet, being still nearly a week out from my 18th birthday, but I was fast and nimble, like most of our pack. We certainly weren't known for our size or brute force, but most of us could take down several stronger wolves with our superior speed and agility.It was always a long run to the border of our territory, but it was refreshing. There was a certain serenity here, where no one else dared run, far away from the packhouse. It felt oddly safe, when even the members of the pack with the harshest of reputations chose to avoid this place.Finally slowing, I began leaping from one rock to another, as the rough terrain began to rise steeply upwards. I'm not crazy enough to cross the river into Lycan territory, but right here along the border are some stunningly beautiful spots, only made better by the solitude.Reaching the river just below the falls, I climbed up the rocky side, reaching up and stretching myself out as I reached the top. There wasn't much of a view from here, with the trees in this part of the untouched wilderness towering over several levels of the falls, but at the top of the second cascade are some incredible natural springs, that I'm pretty sure not a single other pack member knows about.I continued climbing, only the sound of the rushing water for company, and headed to a large, crystal blue pool, naturally formed in the ground. Steam rose from it, and I felt the warmth of the rocks below my feet as I undressed, leaving my workout clothes and sneakers on top of a large boulder close by.Tying up my long, dark, wavy hair, I stepped in slowly, letting the hot spring water soothe my aching muscles as I submerged, keeping only my head above the water. I treaded water in the centre for a while, before moving over to my preferred rock, over on the side, just at the right height for me to sit on with the water coming up to the top of my shouldersI rested my head back and closed my eyes, the intense heat relaxing me completely. It had been far too long since I came up here, with the way the training schedule had increased as I neared my 18th birthday. It was intense, and I'd been feeling perpetually exhausted for weeks. It didn't really help always needing to be on edge around the pack.That kind of came with being female in the Grey Marsh territory. The pack was known for its.. unsavoury types. The types you didn't want to run into alone. I sighed deeply, as I started to massage my muscles, easing the tension and soreness that had been building for weeks, my mind drifting to my coming of age.I was excited about finally meeting my wolf, and transforming under the full moon that followed. Even just the idea of running in wolf form was exhilarating, but the anticipation of it always came with a sharp slice of apprehension about the whole mate thing.It was a double edged sword, for a Grey Marsh woman. To either be mated for life to one of the notoriously savage werewolves here, or to be mated to a werewolf from another pack. The latter might seem like the obvious better choice, but Grey Marsh's solitary and hostile reputation meant that could mean a life never meeting your mate. Or never meeting them until it was too late.I shuddered as I thought of how Grey Marsh usually treats the rare attempts from outside male wolves, who occasionally get desperate enough to try and find their mates here. It's only worse when they do, for both wolves. They always make the female watch, and that fate was by far the harshest. Not for the first time, I wished same-sex mateships weren't so rare among werewolves.It's not that I've ever hated men, hell, it's pretty hard to ignore how incredibly hot most werewolf guys are, with their incredible abs and thickly muscled bodies, huge in every way.. but some of them are just complete monsters, in the other sense of the word, especially out here.Sighing as the daunting possibilities of my near future killed the relaxing mood of this place, I closed my eyes and tried to relax for a while. When I eventually opened them again, a long while later, I noticed the sky slowly turning red. Time to get going. Even I'm not bold enough - or desperate enough for seclusion - to be this close to the Lycan territory after nightfall.As I stepped out of the steamy water and into the crisp autumn evening air, I felt that eerie sensation of being watched. I ignored it as I stepped towards my clothes, knowing I'd have a far better chance against an attack if they thought I was unaware.'Which one of those assholes is actually bold enough to follow me all the way out here?' I wondered, assuming someone from the pack was trying to screw with me. I listened intently for movement as I dressed, deliberately moving slowly and calmly.The nearby rushing water made it difficult to hear anyone approaching, but I knew my instincts weren't wrong, and they told me someone was getting closer. As I pulled my sneakers on, I no longer had to wonder, hearing a low, dangerous growl, that was distinctly un-werewolf like.I froze for the briefest moments, but then stood, keeping my composure as I turned towards the river, seeing the enormous black-furred Lycan on the opposite bank, their front claws in the cold, rushing water as it crouched low, staring right at me.I frowned slightly as I stared back, on edge, but not about to let them see that. 'Why growl and announce their presence like that?' I wondered briefly, before realising that they would easily win a fight, no matter how much pre-warning, or headstart, I had.If this kind of beast decided our whole pack was dead, we'd be dead. Lycans in general had that kind of power, but this pack, whose territory covered the rest of the land to the west, was by far the strongest and most lethally brutal. No other Lycan packs ventured anywhere even close to this end of the continent, their fear of the Nightfall pack was so great.I studied this one a moment longer, noticing that their beast form was even more enormous than I'd been taught. Slowly, I bowed my head in what I hoped would be considered respect. The Lycan raised their nose, sniffing the air. They seemed to close their eyes, savouring a scent.'Are they.. savouring my fear?!' I wondered as I watched, my eyes widening slightly. That only made it grow, and I stood there frozen. The Lycan tilted their head at me oddly, then bounded to a large boulder in the centre of the river, then one almost at the edge, within arm's reach of our pack territory.I held my breath, getting ready to run, despite what little good it would do, but the Lycan only crouched there, as though waiting. Slowly, shockingly, they bowed their head in return, their glowing golden eyes meeting mine.Completely stunned, I could only stare at them, as they crouched mere meters from me as the light around us faded. They still seemed like they were waiting.I tentatively took a step closer, and they lowered their head briefly, almost seeming approving. So, in what felt like a moment of completely abandoned sanity, I took another, and then another, until my feet were in the cold mountain stream, right in front of the most deadly beast known to our kind.The Lycan bent their head close, sniffing me, so close I could feel their jet black fur. Somehow, it felt.. nice. The Lycan seemed to agree, by the soft, satisfied growl they gave. Then suddenly, the beast bent even closer, their nose nuzzling against my neck as they growled again.And then they bit my head off. Hah! Just kidding. This was.. quite possibly worse.Growling again, they licked my neck, right on the spot where a mark would be placed. My blood turned to ice, there was absolutely no mistaking that gesture. And just to make it crystal clear, they nipped that same spot, their canines only just piercing the skin, but drawing four tiny drops of blood. Licking me there again, the Lycan growled once more, a long, low sound of pleasure. I trembled as I stepped back, holding my neck, my eyes wide. They remained on the rock, their long, sharp gangs glistening in the fading light as they grinned, watching me, but not following into our pack's territory. I turned and ran, stumbling carelessly down the rocks in my sheer panic. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe, I could only flee, as fast as my legs could carry me. As my feet finally - and somewhat miraculously - found more even ground away from the river, I careened through the brush that I normally would run around, feeling but ignoring the sting of the branches and th
It was a fitful night of sleep, plagued with dreams of being watched by glowing golden eyes, stalked by huge black shadows, and marked by long, glistening Lycan fangs. Nightmares, really. I awoke amidst one of being surrounded by long, thick fur, black as night, and kicked and struggled at the blanket, crying out. It brought both Mike and the nurse rushing in, then shaking their heads at me."Well, good morning," Doctor Mike said dryly, "Sleep well?" He didn't really sound like he wanted an answer, so I didn't bother with one. Checking over my more superficial wounds, he seemed satisfied, though didn't spare much of a glance at my neck, with the nurse in the room. "The radiologist should be in soon," he said, unwrapping my ankle and bending it carefully in different directions, "If she gives you the all clear, you'll be fine to go. No training for a few days though," he looked at me sternly then, "or long runs." His meaning was very clear. Hear
It only took half an hour before I got bored of the TV, and hobbled upstairs. Deciding on a nice hot bath, I turned the water on, adding some scented oils and bubbles, enjoying the smell of sweet cinnamon and vanilla as I stripped off my clothes and unwound my ankle bandage, dumping the lot into the clothes hamper. I stepping carefully into the hot water, sinking down and relaxing back as it rose around me. Turning it off when the tub was almost full, I closed my eyes, breathing in the slowly rising steam, and enjoying the heat as it penetrated deeply. It might not be as good as the natural hot springs, but it certainly wasn't bad. I felt a pang of loss, as I thought of the springs. It wouldn't be safe to go back there again, and not just for me. The Nightfall Lycan pack would almost certainly dislike werewolves so close to their border, even if it was technically our land, and it would be unwise to gain their attention. Given their brutally savage reputation, it
As we finally pulled into the carpark of Greenvale's larger shopping mall, Sam reached over and ruffled my hair, that was already looking a little windblown. After I got out of the car, I tried to straighten it a little in the car window's reflection, and suddenly there were two extra reflections either side of mine, almost identical to each other. "It looks just fine to me, sweetheart," one deep, smooth, masculine voice said from my right, "Mmmmm, smells just fine too," the other said, stepping closer and burying his face in my neck, nuzzling right near my marking spot. "Get off me," I said impatiently, tring to turn and step away, but they blocked me from each side, the first putting his face near my neck now, from behind. "She tastes good too," he said, making me frown, "And when the hell did you.." I started to say, but as the other grinned down at me, I froze, and my breath caught in my chest as I realised exactly where we'd met before. Sam's voice came from behind the car then
The four of us spent the rest of the morning shopping. Cole and Finn were actually pretty great company, and seemed to get along well with Sam too. He kept giving me these small, approving glances, and I couldn't help but smile. Cole and Finn would often take turns to disappear, heading off to different shops and then rejoining us later, which always made the other happy, having me to himself for a bit. They seemed a little competitive, in an endearing kind of way, and I liked getting to know each one better too. As we stopped to eat, we all exchanged numbers, and they promised they'd have their other brother meet me sometime soon, when all of us could get away again for a while. I hoped it would be soon, but between my steadily increasing training schedule, and a no doubt even busier Alpha's schedule, it might not be for a while, and the thought made my heart sink. Cole cupped by cheek suddenly, smiling, "Chin up, beautiful," he said softly, "Even if Thane can't get away anytime s
The sun was almost wholly obscured by the mountains as Sam parked his car, and got out, grabbing the bags. He grinned at me, a mischievous glint in his eye, "How much do you want to bet that there's at least two sets of sexy lingerie that found their way into your bags?" he teased as we made our way inside. I rolled my eyes at him as we walked into the kitchen, but his face quickly turned serious, and I looked around to see our Dad staring wide eyed at us, seated at the table with Doctor Mike. I swore internally, wondering what the doc had told him, and Sam suddenly grabbed the bags from me, "I'll just take these," he said carrying the lot upstairs all at once. The air was thick with tension, and this didn't seem good at all. Doctor Mike was the first to speak, "Laila, how's that rest going?" he asked dryly, and I cringed. He likely wouldn't approve of how long I'd spent on my feet today, even if it was just walking. "Oh, uh.. great, it feels really good again, Doc, thank you," I sa
I woke up as I felt Sam lifting himself off the bed, realising that I must have drifted off. "It's okay, Lails, I'm just going to go get ready for bed," he said softly as he noticed me stirring. "Will you come back?" I asked, and he smiled, stroking my hair lightly, "Yeah, if you want." I nodded, closing my eyes again, but flinched suddenly as he tapped my nose, screwing up my face, "Heyyyy," I said sleepily, and he laughed. "You should get changed too, don't sleep in those tight jeans," he said, and I sighed, forcing myself to sit up. "Fiiine," I said, and he stuck his tongue out at me as he left the room.I tried to put my feet to the floor, and gasped at the sharp pain from my ankle. Looking down, it looked dark with bruising, and far more swollen than it should. Frowning, I hopped awkwardly over to my dresser to pull out some cotton shorts and a clean t-shirt. I loved Sammy, but I wasn't about to sleep next to him in my just my underwear and a cami, which is all I usually wore to
After a little while, Sammy squeezed me gently, "You should get some proper rest," he said, sitting forward and pulling some of the pillows out from behind me. I nodded gently, rolling onto my side and curling up, and he covered me with the blanket, climbing in and snuggling up to me from behind. I sighed softly, and he draped an arm over me, squeezing me gently again, "It'll be okay, Lails," he said softly. I didn't answer, but snuggled closer into him, closing my eyes, and sleep came soon enough. It was a fitful sleep, plagued with nightmares of handsome smiles twisting into deadly beasts with long fangs and golden eyes, and fun, casual laughs turning to deep, evil sounding, mocking ones. I awoke with a start several times, and Sam tried to soothe me back to sleep. It seemed like he wasn't sleeping so well either. Eventually, the soft light of dawn shone behind the curtains, leaking into the room around the edges, and I woke to find Sam prodding me annoyingly, "Lailaaaa.. ugh, c'