Mag-log in*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.
*Therian* The city blurs around me as I sprint through the streets, my heart pounding with urgency. Each breath burns in my chest, but it’s nothing compared to the ache gnawing at my soul. Cathwulf. Just the thought of her name sends a jolt of longing through me, a visceral reminder of what I had and what I let slip through my fingers. I shouldn’t have pushed her away. I should have fought harder, should have claimed her as mine in front of the world instead of retreating into my own insecurities. But it’s too late for regrets now. The moment I realized she was gone, something inside me snapped. I veer around a corner, dodging pedestrians, my instincts heightened. The scent of her clings to my memory, a blend of cinnamon and something uniquely her… a scent I can’t seem to escape, no matter how fast I run. I can’t let her slip away again. I won’t. With every stride, I push myself harder, fueled by a mix of desperation and determination. The diner is just ahead, its old neon sign
*Cathwulf* The morning light seeps through the cracks in the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. I stir, the remnants of a restless sleep clinging to me like cobwebs. My body protests as I push myself up, a dull ache settling in my muscles… a reminder of yesterday’s emotional upheaval. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet brushing against the cool floor. A weary sigh escapes my lips as I shuffle to the kitchen, my stomach growling like a feral beast demanding sustenance. Cooking has always been my solace, a way to reclaim a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos. I rummage through the sparse cupboards until I find a couple of eggs, some stale bread, and a half-open jar of jam. It’s not much, but it’ll do. As I crack the eggs into the sizzling pan, the sound of them hitting the hot surface is satisfying, a small victory in the grand scheme of things. I flip the toast, the golden-brown perfection a brief source of comfort. The aroma drifts through the apar
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*Catwulf* I freeze, caught in a web of tension as my old boss, Mr. Torn Eviil, barges into the room. His presence is commanding, a stark contrast to the predatory calm of the man from the diner. I can hardly process the situation as he strides forward, his eyes flicking between me and the stranger who has invaded my sanctuary. “Let her go,” Mr. Eviil demands, his voice low and dangerous. The authority in his tone sends a jolt of unease rippling through the air. The man from the diner releases my arm, but his gaze remains locked on Mr. Eviil, sizing him up. “You don’t understand,” he says, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. “She needs to come with me. Therian, her mate, is looking for her.” I’m still reeling from the shock of my old boss’s sudden appearance and the chaotic emotions swirling inside me. Therian… the name feels like a knife twisting in my gut. I don’t want to think about him, about our past, about the bond that seems to tug at my very essence… but I am al
*Cathwulf* I wipe the counter for the third time, my mind racing faster than my hands can move. The man’s presence is like a dark cloud hanging over my head, and I can’t shake the feeling that he’s not just a curious diner customer. No, he’s something more—something I’d hoped I’d left behind. My heart pounds in my chest as I steal glances at him, trying to appear nonchalant while my instincts scream at me to run. The clock ticks on, and I keep the coffee flowing, though my hands tremble slightly as I pour. Each time I return to his table, I feel that unsettling gaze locking onto me, probing deeper into the facade I’ve constructed. I can’t help but notice the way he watches me, like a wolf eyeing its prey, and it sends shivers racing down my spine. “My coffee’s getting cold,” he says, breaking the silence that’s settled like a heavy fog. His voice is smooth, but the underlying menace is palpable. “Right,” I reply, my voice shaky, and I quickly refill the mug, keeping my eyes on
Three Months Later*Cathwulf* The menu at Joe’s Diner switches to lunch at ten in the morning, but we keep breakfast on the grill for those few souls who still crave pancakes and eggs at noon. It's a quirky little place, and I love it. The breakfast crowd is long gone, leaving behind a faint aroma of coffee and sizzling bacon. I’ve cleaned all the booths and straightened the counter, so I wander to the glass front door and peer out onto the street, half-heartedly searching for something or someone. In the beginning, I looked for a savior, a glimmer of hope, but now it’s just a habit… a ritual of sorts. I’ve shed my old life, living as an unassuming human named Sarah Smith. I even adopted a southern drawl that feels oddly comfortable on my tongue. It’s a strange freedom, this new existence, where no one knows I’m special and no one wants to buy or breed me like some exotic creature. The werewolf life is a distant memory, buried under layers of mundane routines, so far removed that







