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* 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
*Cathwulf* I do not go into the pack house because somebody says strategy.I go because I want a map, a lock on the door, and enough coffee to survive a room full of wolves discovering spreadsheets.Therian gives me all three.The room he takes me to is on the ground floor, off a narrow hall behind the main office. It smells like toner, pine cleaner, and old arguments. There is a scarred wooden table in the middle, a wall map of county lines, two filing cabinets, and a whiteboard that already has names and arrows on it in Bram's blocky handwriting.Someone has also set a tray of coffee on the sideboard with mismatched mugs and a plate of grocery store cookies nobody will touch because pack masculinity is a fragile little religion.Therian closes the door behind us, then stops far enough back that I can still reach the handle first.Small things. He keeps doing them."I had these brought in," he says.On the table sits a black duffel bag.I eye it. "If that contains ceremonial robes,
*Cathwulf* I do not like forests at night when men have invited me into them.Daylight woods can still pretend at innocence. At night, every tree looks like a witness with bark for skin. The moon hangs low and white over the clearing ahead, and the pack house beyond it glows in scattered windows like something old trying to look civilized.I stop at the edge of the tree line.Therian stops with me.He has not tried to take my elbow on the walk up. He has not tried to steer me. Bram trails behind at a respectful distance, which I appreciate enough to resent slightly, because now I have to admit at least one of them can learn.The clearing smells like pine, damp soil, wolf, and tension. A bad vintage."You can still say no," Therian says quietly.I glance at him. "To the council, or to the little moonlit parade where they all stare at the rare female your kind can't seem to stop treating like public property?"His mouth tightens. "To all of it."That stops me for half a beat.Three mont
*Cathwulf*The delivery man makes the mistake of smiling at me.It is a harmless smile, nervous and apologetic, the kind men wear when they suspect they have brought trouble to the wrong woman but would still like a signature. I cannot even hate him for it."Who sent it?" I ask, though I already know.He checks the little clipboard. "Eviil Winterbottom Holdings."Of course it is not enough for Torn Eviil to be obscene. He has to be branded.Therian's jaw goes hard across from me. He does not stand. He does not rip the boxes apart with his teeth. Gold star for basic civilized behavior."Refuse it," he says.I turn my head slowly and look at him until he realizes what he just did.His mouth tightens. "That was an order.""Yes," I say. "I noticed."He exhales through his nose. "Sorry."The delivery man looks like he would rather be hit by a bus.I hold out my hand. "Give me the card."He passes over a cream envelope so thick it could survive a flood. My stomach turns before I even open it
*Cathwulf*I spend the next three hours serving coffee to my past.Joe's Diner has never looked less like a refuge and more like a badly managed supernatural hostage exchange. Earl complains about hash browns. Mrs. Porter asks for more lemon and pretends not to notice the three dangerous men sitting in a row of booths like a particularly violent barbershop quartet. Ted keeps shouting for runners. Mandy keeps drifting by the window to get a better look at my misery.And Therian sits where I put him.That should not matter. It does.He does not pace. He does not order me around. He does not stalk to the counter every five minutes and make my skin crawl. He just sits there with a black coffee going cold in front of him and those terrible alpha shoulders held too still, like if he moves wrong I will bolt through the wall.Twice I catch him starting to stand when another customer reaches for my arm or leans too close over the counter. Twice he stops himself.Good. Let restraint hurt.At ele
*Therian* “Good, I prefer not to have an audience”. The young woman wraps her arms around men and tries to kiss me, but I turn my head away, so instead she kisses me down the neck instead. I am looking towards the door, a weird pain spreading inside my chest. I am not sure why I even do this … this
2 weeks later*Cathwulf*&nb
*Cathwolf*“Time to de-rope”. The alpha exclaims with grandiosity, letting his own rope fall, making me avoid my eyes. I have never seen a naked man in real life, not a grown man, only my younger brothers when little.But then everyone drops the
*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







