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2: Going to work
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2022-02-14 02:03:28*Cathwulf*
On my way to work, walking through the small town of Azalea in Oregon, I am thinking about all the big things that will or might happen soon.
The rituals and the first change is certain, unless I should happen to not have a wolf, but that is so rare that I do not really fear it.
I don’t know much about the rituals, no young wolf is told beforehand. All I know is that they are sacred, given to us by the moon goddess herself and that they are different for men and women, but equally important.
The butterflies rumble a bit in my stomach, but it is the good kind. I am sure it will be a great experience joining the wolf ranks for real, getting my place in the hiraki.
To be honest I do not wish for much. Not knowing who my real parents are, no one can really guess about my rank. But most orphans are fighters or omegas.
Then there is the other thing, but there is no guarantee at all that I will find my true mate. It can happen that night, if he is there… maybe I will have to visit other packs searching for him. Or I could be like Lyca, she has never found her… maybe he died before they had a chance to meet.
This is something I have been dreaming of since I was a little girl: finding my mate. I hope he is handsome, kind and smart, someone I can talk to as well as snuggle up too. The man who will be my first and only everything.
I smile to myself, thinking of the man of my dreams. My very own Mr. Right… trying to imagine how he might look.
He doesn’t have to be someone powerful or famous… like an Alpha or a top ranked warrior, not that I would complain of course. But I mean, I am nothing but an orphan, so I am happy if he is a good man.
I spend the rest of my walk imagining how our first meeting will be. Will he take my hands and confess his undying love ? Will he kiss me in the moonlight ?
To be honest I have never seen anyone meet their true mate for the first time, as I have not been allowed to attend any first change ceremony, logically, but I have seen Them, the newly mated and they always seem so happy.
That is what I want the most, someone to look at me like I am the most beautiful creature under the moon … someone who will want to kiss me constantly because I am his everything.
Yes I am very much a dreamer and a romantic, my whole family tells me all the time, but I don’t care if they tease me, that is what I dream off and a girl can dream right ?
Reaching work I hurry inside, go to the maschine and clock in, before finding my small desk and starting with my work.
I actually like my job, even if it is for a company producing fur products. Evill Winterbottom Fur, it is called, it is the biggest fur company in Oregon, and the owners are very rich, like actual billionaires.
I guess it is a weird job giving that I will have fur myself soon, but mom needs the money, and it was the only job I could get. Also I only do paper work, and typing up letters and stuff, I do not work with the furs.
Most of my colleagues are also very nice. Especially those working in the same area as me, and we often talk during breaks, even if most of them are older than me and all are humans. They don’t know about werewolves of course.
Humans often come off as very little observant to be honest, they seem to think the pack is some sort of commune or cult, depending if they like us or not.
After having worked for about half an hour someone taps me on the shoulder and I turn to see Mr Evill’s personal secretary Rita. “Mr. Evill would like to see you in his office for some reason”.
To be honest Rita is one of the few People here I don’t like much. She seems to always look down her nose at others.
I smile at her nonetheless. “Oh.. he would. Okay, let me just finish this..”.
“Now !” She barks. “Mr. Evill said he wanted to see you now… you are not gonna make him wait are you ?”
“No of course not”. I hurriedly put my things away and get up. “Coming”.
She strides off with a huff and I follow with my heart pounding in my chest.
I feel myself getting all flustered and I quickly smooth down my clothes and hair, wanting to look perfect for the boss.
For some reason he always makes me very flustered and nervous, and him requesting me to come to his office like this has never happened before.
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*Cathwulf*Smoke follows us into the dawn.By the time we clear the annex, the sky is turning that thin gray-blue that makes every bad night look briefly survivable. Sprinklers still spit from broken windows. Fire crews, human and wolf both, swarm the loading yard under Bram's barking direction. Mara sits on the back of an ambulance in a blanket and curses anybody who tries to call her brave. Rook has found a cigarette from nowhere and is smoking with the vicious concentration of a man who has earned every drag.Bodies are covered. Names are being written down.That matters.No euphemisms. No guest, no inventory, no regrettable loss. Just names, as many as we can recover from files, cages, manifests, memory. Nessa has a laptop balanced on the hood of a truck, wet curls escaping everywhere, typing like vengeance has wrists.I stand beside her in Therian's jacket and read over her shoulder as she builds the list.Mika.Jonel.Pale twins, Adra and Elsi.Three rogues still unknown.A wol
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 32: The coat room burns
*Cathwulf*The annex looks uglier on the way back in.Maybe that is because I know what is inside now. Maybe it is because I am wearing Therian's jacket over bare skin and smelling wolves, blood, diesel, and freezer burn all at once. Maybe it is because once a place has shown you the cages, the polished parts stop pretending.The freed wolves come with us.Not all of them. Mara can barely stand, and Bram forces two fighters to get the worst injured out to the trucks with enough authority to make them obey without wasting breath. But the brindled male from the overturned convoy shifts half back to human, huge and scarred and shivering, and says, "Vault's below the cryo floor. He keeps the premium stock there."Premium stock.I put my hand on the concrete wall for one second because otherwise I might scream and never stop.Therian hears the hitch in my breathing. "Cathwulf.""I'm fine," I say automatically.He gives me one look. "No, you're not."The honesty of that almost steadies me.
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 31: Opal in the bloodlight
*Cathwulf* The tranq rifle kicks harder than I expect.My shot blows out the rear tire of the nearest truck instead of anything elegant. Rubber bursts with a sound like a gunshot in a cathedral. The whole refrigerated unit fishtails across wet concrete, clips a stack of plastic pallets, and slams sideways into a loading post."That counts," I shout.Therian is already moving.He sprints beside me through the floodlit yard, boots hammering the pavement, all broad fury and ruthless focus. The other two trucks keep going, white boxes on wheels carrying breathing bodies toward the south gate. Sirens scream over us. Red alarms flash against the annex walls and turn the night into a cheap apocalypse.A guard bursts out from behind a forklift with a shock baton raised.I fire on instinct. The dart catches him in the shoulder. He gets one offended look on his face, then folds like expensive laundry."Useful," I mutter, and keep running.The wrecked truck rocks on its ruined axle. Something
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 30: Pack on the hook
*Cathwulf*The chapel fills with the sound of alarms, broken glass, and men discovering they are no longer the only predators in the room.Bram disappears through the inner door with two wolves at his back. I hear snarling, metal slamming, somebody shouting for keys. Therian stays between me and Torn Eviil, broad as a barricade, while the gas thins in ragged white ribbons near the rafters.Eviil steps away from the altar, one hand smoothing the front of his suit as if we have merely interrupted dessert. "I had hoped you would be more singular than this, Cathwulf."I cough hard enough to taste sweetness and bile. "You skinned Mara for ambiance. Forgive me for skipping etiquette."His smile flickers. "Not yet, actually. That was the point."That lands like a blade.Therian lunges.Eviil jerks backward with a speed that would be comical if it were not so well rehearsed, knocking over a display case as he moves. Glass explodes across the stone floor. He slaps his palm against a brass pane
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 29: Furriers chapel
*Cathwulf* The blood on the ribbon is not much.That almost makes it worse.A dramatic splash would be cartoonish. This is a thumb smear, dark and dried against black satin, as if whoever tied the box had done it with a cut hand and a steady pulse. Nessa opens the lid with a pen while the rest of us stand around it like parishioners at a cursed christening.Inside lies a white fox-fur stole.Not fake. Not synthetic. Real fur, creamy and luminous under the office lamp, soft enough to make my stomach turn on contact. Nestled beneath it is a card in Torn Eviil's beautiful handwriting.‘For the chapel, since one should dress appropriately for revelation.’The blood is not human.A courtesy sample from one of our more difficult guests.Come alone if you want the living to remain so.The address is printed below. Fairfield.My hand goes cold around the edge of the desk.Therian reads over my shoulder and goes still in that terrifying way he has, all movement stripped out and violence packe
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 28: The dress that bleed
*Cathwulf*I do not sleep in the pack house.I attempt sleep in the pack house, which is a very different sport.Therian gives me a room at the far end of the guest wing and does not call it mine, ours, or safe. He says, "It locks from the inside. Bram is at the stairwell. Nessa is across the hall if you need her. If you need me, send for me."Then he waits like he is expecting another condition.I fold my arms. "And if I do not need you?"His face stays steady, but something tired moves behind it. "Then I stay away."That should be easy. It is not.He leaves. The door closes. The room is warm, clean, and too nice. Heavy curtains. A broad bed. A lamp with a brass base shaped like antlers because werewolves are incapable of decorating without committing to the bit. Somebody has set my new shoes by the wardrobe and left a folded gray sleep shirt on the bed, plain cotton, no lace, no agenda.I hate that the lack of agenda feels intimate.I shower because I smell like dust, old coffee, an
Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 15: Running away
2 weeks later*Cathwulf*&nb
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Torn between the Alpha and the CEO 5: Her first change
*Cathwulf*I look at myself in the mirror, smiling at my reflection. I am wearing no makeup, my hair hanging loose and I am only wearing a rope of white silk…and by only I mean no underwear. These are the instructions I have been given. I guess it has to do with the transforma
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