LOGIN*Therian*
“No, no focus for god's sake”. I growl, feeling annoyed and shaking my head, as I walk around between my supposedly best warriors. I am watching them as they are training their techniques in human form.
They might think it is unnecessary, and I feel some of them are not giving their best due to this fact, but I believe strongly that everyone needs to be able to defend themselves even if they for some reason can’t change into their wolf and as the Alpha I am making sure everyone understands that.
I pull off my shirt, throwing it on a bench. As I flex my muscles, warming up, I hear a couple of the younger girls in the pack giggle as they walk past the training area... Knowing their hungry eyes are on me I can’t help but flex a bit extra.
Being the alpha has its perks, also with the ladies, they all want to be my Luna and birth my pups.
Then I turn my focus back on where it needs to be right now, and call out to one of the best fighters. “Ulf, attack me...no holding back”.
Ulf, who is a big and muscular man, almost as big as me, throws himself forward, trying to hit me with his fists. I grab him around the waist, throwing him to the ground in the same movement, using his momentum against him. Hearing him whimper in pain. “No... not good enough”.
He springs to his feet and I tease him by making a ‘come here’ movement with my hand. He growls lowly and springs at me again. He is a bit more cautious this time, but nonetheless, ten seconds later I still slam him into the ground.
“And you call yourself a fighter... you are a fucking whimpering lap dog”. I growl at him, as he rolls up on all fours groaning.
“Sorry... “. Ulf slowly gets up, he looks embarrassed by himself and right now he should be.
I am just about to ask him to get ready for a third round, when my father calls for me from the mansion stairs. “Therian... a word please”.
“Keep training... focus. This is important... even if you think it isn’t”. I yell as I grab my shirt and pull it over my head walking over to my father. “What is it dad ?”
“You don’t think you are too harsh on them ?” He nods towards the men. “Maybe they need to be encouraged… not embarrassed”.
I shake my head. “No... they are not doing their best… I demand the best. Was this what you wanted to see me about ? To tell me to baby my warriors”.
“No…let's go into the office. I like to take this in private”. He turns and walks inside, limping slightly. He was hurt badly in a fight a couple of years ago, that is why he stepped down as an Alpha and left the spot to me.
I follow him inside, wondering what it is… hopefully not more moping about me being too harsh. I am not... but those guys slack off if they get the change. And I was young for an Alpha when I took over, I still am... I need to be firm or they won’t respect me.
He opens the door and holds it for me as I walk inside and slump down in a chair. “Okay then... what is it ?”
“I think you know it, Therian”. He closes the door. “You are working so hard…only focusing on training, fighting... you need to relax a bit... focus on…”.
“On what... family”. Unintentionally the words come out sounding like an insult.
He sighs and for a moment I feel bad about saying it like that. “Therian... a family is not a bad thing. You run around with these… second rate females... human girls even.. at your age you should have… a mate or at least be looking for her... be ready to start a family of your own”.
“You seemed to think family was a bad thing when you abandoned us”. I growl harshly, making my father winch.
“Therian ! I know I did wrong back then…I can’t change that now, but I am trying to make it up... don't make my actions ruin your future”. He says sadly. “Don’t copy my mistakes… don’t end up like me”.
I shrug. “What if I don’t want to settle down ? Or what if I prefer to marry a human woman… All that mate stuff is total bullshit anyway… fairy tales for cubs”.
“Don’t say that son”. He shakes his head. I know my father would do everything to stop me from marrying a human, he seems to think them below us…not worthy of us. “She will show up when you least expect it… your true mate and everything will suddenly make sense”.
“Yeah... because that worked out so well for you and mom right ? If mates are forever, then why did you run off with the tail between your legs ? Leaving her... my sisters and me to fight for ourselves”. I glare at him.
He had chosen to abandon me and my sisters when I was five and was out of our lives for ten years.
He looks out the window for a while, then he turns back to look at me. “Your mother… was not right, she was … crazy... you know that. I could not stand being with her, but I have always loved her… that is why I have never found another mate. Believe me… the imprinting and mate bond is very much a real thing and a strong thing... it can’t be denied”.
“She was crazy alright… believe me I know. I was the one who couldn’t run away... the one who was stuck with her when she... went on her rants”. I huff and walk towards the door. “This conversation is over”.
“Therian !” My father calls out, but I walk out, slamming the door behind me... I am not him and I never will be.
I don’t need some needy mate taking my time and attention. I don’t want one. I want to be the strongest and most powerful alpha there ever was and I want to unite the wolf clans. I don’t want all those romantic entanglements… They only bring problems and pain… No thanks.
*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
*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.
*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
*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
*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
*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
2 weeks later*Cathwulf*&nb
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