I suddenly felt a haribo ping off my cheek and smiled sheepishly as I realised Lyla had been talking to me.
“Anyway...” she said raising an annoyed eyebrow at my lack of attention, “I heard from Michelle that there’s going to be another ball coming up soon. Wouldn’t it be amazing to actually get to see what one looks like!”
“Oh yes, I can’t wait to serve all those stuck up idiots.” I jumped up and put on my best Jeeves pose. “Would you like a brandy with that Sir? No? Well might I suggest a lovely scotch instead, it goes ever so well with the braised beef parcel with red currant jus.”
Lyla rolled about laughing.
“Anyway,” I added, “it’s unlikely that I’ll get to see anything. I wash pots remember. I don’t think I’ll be allowed out of the kitchen in case I contaminate the guests with my lower class disease.”
Lyla just shook her head at me and gave a little smile. She was used to my rants. For some reason I had never taken to the whole hierarchy system that existed in the werewolf packs. Something about it just grated at my skin.
As a young teenager I would often talk about rebellion and changing our society, or just running away from it to live amongst the humans, but in reality I would never do any of that. Rather disappointingly I was always a good kid at heart and would never do anything to upset or harm my mum and dad. They meant the world to me and I loved them dearly.
“Five years to go,” I said wistfully.
Lyla looked unperturbed. “You’ll never go and you know that.”
“I so will!” I said with determination in my voice.
“What if you find your mate?” Lyla asked.
I snorted at her suggestion. “Ooo, there goes a flying haribo eating rainbow pig.”
The chances of any of us lesser pack members of finding our mate were relatively small. For me, being gay and all, I would say it was pretty non-existent.
I’d turned 18 six months ago, which meant that technically I could find my mate at any time. The only problem was that in order to recognise your mate and trigger the bonding process, you had to have skin on skin contact. As an estimate I would guess I had made contact with about 5 males in the past year. At that rate I would be 100 before the odds were even remotely possible.
In wolf society, it was tradition that when two of the opposite gender met for the first time, they would shake hands, thereby learning straight away whether they had found their mate. A handshake for wolves was considered much more intimate than in human society.
Consequently, when two male wolves met, there was no handshake, but they would tilt their head in a small bow as a sign of respect. The level of the bow would signify their status. So for me I would have perform a full bow at about a 45 degree angle, whereas Casper, being the Alpha’s son would just sort of twitch his head in acknowledgement.
So as you can see, no touching was involved, leaving me no chance of finding my mate.
Ok, so it’s not like I never touched a male. Of course I joked with my friends and slapped them round the face, and play fighted with them, but it wasn’t like I could do that to strangers.
In wolf law, you had to look for your mate for 5 years. If at the end of the 5 years you were unmated, you were allowed to leave the pack to go and choose yourself a mate, and to return once you had done so.
This worked very much like human relationships. You needed to get to know them first, and work your way up to being in love. Whereas if you found your soulmate, the bond was instant.
Once my five years were up, I intended to go and live in human society. Homeosexuality in wolves was not against the law, but it was frowned upon, and so I decided that to live as a human would be the most free I could be. I knew it would be tough, having to suppress my wolf, but it would be worth it, just to be able to go out and flirt, and dance, and kiss another guy.
My friends thought I was being overly dramatic, but they had no idea what it was like to have to constantly repress a part of yourself. A large part of yourself as well. It was just another constant reminder that I just wasn’t good enough here.
Lyla and Matt, my two best friends, were the only people who knew I was gay. Even my parents didn’t know.
“You know it could happen,” said Lyla, still going on about my non-existent mate.
“Yeah, but I kind of hope it doesn’t,” I replied. “I don’t want to be stuck here in a relationship that I have to hide. I want to be free.”
Lyla groaned. “Oh please no! Do not start reciting that ruddy poem again. I think if I hear it again I’ll just shrivel up from the inside and die!”
I laughed at her reaction to what was, the best moment in my school life.
We were in our creative writing class and our assignment has been to write a piece about what we wanted to do when we became adults. We were allowed to write in any style we wanted, but had to read, perform, or display our work at the end.
I had written a poem. And let’s just say I was no shrinking violet when it came to performing. My classmates were in stitches and gave me a standing ovation for my overly dramatic performance.
I stood up at the foot of the bed and let out an exaggerated cough.
Lyla groaned and melodramatically threw herself onto the bed, stuffing as many pillows over her head as she could.
I put on my best thespian voice:
“The pounding of my heart echoes the beat beneath my feet
My future burning brightly, releasing fire and heat
That melts the chains that bind me, as from your land I flee
And burns a brand upon my heart that says, at last I’m free
I’ll travel far away..”
“Oooff”.
A torrent of pillows rained down on me sending me sprawling back on the carpeted floor.
“Ahhhh,” I wailed while thrashing my arms and legs around under the mound of pillows.
“Free yourself from that sucker!” Lyla said before collapsing in a fit of giggles.
Honestly, sometimes I wondered why I put up with her.
CasperI squared up to the large black wolf in front of me. I snarled with my teeth bared and felt tingles go down my spine as all my fur stood on end.The black wolf circled me, mirroring my actions. He was impressive looking when he was stood like that. But I wasn’t worried. I could easily take him.I quickly jumped forward and nipped his back leg, making his head fly round in my direction. This was what I had been waiting for.I lifted my head up and sprang from my powerful back legs, landing with my nuzzle on the back of his neck. I clamped down hard.The black wolf twisted round, almost moving within his skin and managed to throw me off.I jumped back round, on guard, facing him again.I could see I had wounded him, but I also knew that it wouldn’t stop him.The dance started again as we circled round each other once more.I needed this. I felt the tension and stress of the past few days filter into every sinew in my body. My muscles were primed. I felt invincible.In a fl
I showered and dressed in some jeans and an old t-shirt that I had left here. Not a common outfit for me, but they would do until I got to my room.I headed out and set off towards the stairs that would take me to the family’s living area of the house.“Master Bournville might I have a word?”I spun round to see Duncan, our head butler standing before me with his head bowed.“Of course,” I said and followed him into his office.I liked Duncan. He had been with the family a long time and had earned our respect and trust.“I’m sorry to bother you but I just wanted to confirm a few details about Saturday.”“Ok, sure, what do you need to know?” I had no issue with discussing Saturday’s ball with Duncan but I did think it was a little odd of him to ask me about it. My mum and dad usually dealt with all the logistics. I merely turned up, and quite frankly they were lucky I even did that sometimes.“I was hoping you would just take a quick look over the seating plans and make sure they l
JoelMan, I was bored. Washing dishes had to be the worst job in the whole world.My hands had shrivelled up like two sad, deflated balloons in the water, and this was just in preparation for the ball! Another chef passed a dirty saucepan my way. I say saucepan, but these things were so huge I could probably have a bath in it!I scrubbed away at it, letting out small curses at the chef who had let the sauce burn onto the bottom of it, making me feel like I was trying to scrub off concrete.I couldn’t even imagine how crazy it was going to be tonight when we served the 4 course meal to the 200 invited guests. At least my uncle had drafted in extra help for later so I wouldn’t be on my own.Speak of the devil….my uncle came racing into the kitchen, nearly knocking the pastry chef off his feet. A fluster of apologies followed before he zoned in on me and started heading over.“You ok there Uncle? You know if that vein in your neck throbs any harder, it’s going to burst all over the lov
CasperI stared at myself in the mirror and sighed. I hated these things. Not mirrors, balls.Admittedly, at first I had been excited whenever my father threw me a ball. The first couple of years I was filled with anticipation, hoping that today would be the day when I would finally meet my mate.Now I just felt like it was a huge waste of my time.There was a knock on my door and Jamie, my Beta, stuck his head round the door.“Come on Casper, the first guests are due to arrive any minute.”He disappeared again, just as quickly, probably keen to go and get a good spot downstairs.Jamie also hadn’t found his mate yet, so he too was eager to meet as many she-wolves as possible. He had only just turned 20 though, so he still had plenty of time left.I stood up and took one last look in the mirror.I guess I looked ok. People always told me I was good looking, but honestly, I wasn’t sure if that was just because I was their future Alpha. I mean, who would tell their future leader that the
JoelI was having more fun than I ever thought was possible in this place.I was nervous at first about having to talk with all these high ranking guests, but really when it came down to it, they were very easy to get along with.And by that, I mean it was very easy to read them, and tell them what they wanted to hear.The next lady to come in was very pretty, but gosh, did she know it. She looked like she didn’t want to be here, and that she was doing us all a service by allowing us to be in her presence.“Good evening Miss. May I take your coat?”She didn’t answer me, but began taking her coat off. It was this cream fur monstrosity that I am sure probably only had a heartbeat yesterday.“My, my, this is exquisite!” I said enthusiastically as she handed me her coat. “I’ll make sure I put this one with the family coats and keep a close eye on it,” in case it suddenly runs off on it’s own!This earned me a half look of acknowledgement. Well I tried!She didn’t seem to make any move to
CasperThe first person I bumped into when I walked into the ballroom was my father. I fought hard not to roll my eyes at my bad luck.He always seemed to take it personally when I didn’t find my mate, and usually took out his frustration on me, like I was some kind of failure.I braced myself for it.“So, did you meet her?” he asked with a glint in his eye.I was momentarily thrown. Did it look like I had found my mate? I held back my sarcastic reply, and instead said, “No, not this time.”My dad frowned briefly but then his face cleared as he said, “No, not your mate, I was talking about Miss Hartley.”“Oh, yes,” I said in response, but then immediately grew suspicious at his tone. “Why, what have you got planned Dad?”“Oh nothing, nothing,” he said patting my shoulder lightly.I knew him better than that. But I also knew it wouldn’t be wise to push him either. I’m sure I would find out soon enough.“Where is she anyway?” my dad asked.“Oh, I’ve assigned a member of staff to h
JoelI made my way back to Miss Hartley, hoping that my recent encounter with the Alpha didn’t show on the outside. On the inside I was still a quivering mess.Miss Hartley was sat on her own watching couples dance around the ballroom. I stood behind her right shoulder. Not close enough to be seen as being with her, but close enough so she could interact with me if she needed anything.I glanced around the ballroom watching all the couples dance to a waltz that was being played by the small band on the stage. It really was quite a spectacle. It was like taking a step back in time, like getting a glimpse into the days of Jane Austen and the glamorous balls described in her books. No I didn’t read Jane Austen, but we had studied two of her books in school.It was actually very calming watching the mass of bodies twirling round and round to the music, and I found myself calming down from my previous encounter.I knew that the Alpha was scary, and I’d heard stories about his short tem
CasperI watched them laughing together.Did he not realise he was going to get himself in trouble again?To look at them you would have thought they were close friends. The way they leaned over to one another when they spoke, and the way they laughed, like they didn’t have a care in the world.I looked at Emily Hartley. There was no doubt that she was beautiful. Especially when she let go of herself like she was now. Her whole body had come alive; her eyes were sparkling, and her smile was beaming.I felt a stab of jealousy twist like a knife through my chest. He wasn’t supposed to be talking to her. I was. He was just staff; I was going to be the next Alpha. I should be making her look like that, not him.He turned and looked right at me. I quickly relaxed my face muscles from the scowl I was wearing and kept my face neutral. There was no way I was going to let him think he could have this effect on me. I shouldn’t be jealous. He was nothing. How could I be jealous when he was so in