LOGIN*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 transformation going more smoothly with no clothes in the way.
Tonight I will go through the rituals and change into my wolf self for the first time…and hopefully imprint on a mate. I almost can’t wait.
I am happy that my family is here for me, they are all proud of me, but it will only be my mom and Alaric attending the ceremony, the others are too young, just as it is of course my first time being there too… you can’t participate before your first change.
“Maybe brown… a pretty chocolate”. I mumble to myself, wondering what colour of wolf I will be. There are different shades of grey and brown, those are the… common colours. Then there are black wolves, which are rare..and mostly high ranking wolves are black. There are also white wolves... but there hasn’t been a new white wolf in decades.
There are of course myths of even rarer colours ... golden wolves, the moon wolf, which is silver as created by moonlight... and the illusive opal queen of wolves... but I am pretty sure those are fairy tales for wolves cubs, like human kids dreaming about being rock stars.
Taking a deep breath I walk downstairs, where I am greeted by my family, who all congratulate and hug me. Telling me I look beautiful.
Lyca hands me a gift-wrapped present. “Time to open your special gift”.
I have already gotten a bunch of presents at dinner, little things my family has picked for me and that I value immensely, knowing they are given with love.
“Oh thank you so much... you didn’t have to get me anything special. The things I already have are more than enough”. I am so excited to open the gift. I love gifts and my family always gives the best ones.
“It’s probably not very valuable... but very special”. She gives me a small smile. “This was attached to the blanket you were found wrapped in... I kept it and had it cleaned for you”.
I feel my heart beat faster… It is something from when I was found. Most likely something my parents wanted me to have. The only things I have from them is the blanket I was wrapped in and a small wolf teddy. I slowly remove the paper from the gift.
“Oh”. It leaves me as a gasp as I open the small velvet box… It is a golden necklace with a round pendant… the pendant is black onyx and mother of pear, showing a moon and three stars in the night sky.
Everyone wants to see it and Lyca gently touches my shoulder. “I don’t know if it means anything… but I thought you were old enough to have it now”.
I hug her tightly. “Thanks mom, it’s beautiful... I love it so much”.
“You are welcome…and now it’s time for your ritual. Don’t get scared sweetie, we have all been through it, it is how the moon Goddess has demanded it. And remember no matter what... I am proud of you”. She smiles at me and I know she is telling the truth... even if I turn out to be just the most plain grey wolf, she will still be proud and love me.
We say goodbye to all my younger siblings and start the walk through the forest to the secret spot, where my first change will happen.
When we reach the clearing by the lake the whole pack is already waiting there. Or everyone who has had their first change. I notice that most of the un-mated males are eyeing me curiously.
Everyone is wearing capes, but I am the only one wearing a white Cape. Everyone else is wearing brown, red or black, signifying their rank in the pack. The alpha will be wearing the silver moonlight cape.
We step out into the middle of the circle, and I feel my heart racing like crazy... I am not sure what is going to happen here… every pack has its own rituals, I have been told... and you are of course not allowed to know anything before your own first change.
The Alpha emerges from the throng, looking almost like a King as he steps over to us and holds out his hand to me. Lyca nods encouragingly and whispers. “Come on... go with him… it is time”.
I let him take my hand and he leads me up on the dais where there is what looks like a stone altar. “Cathwulf Pureheart... are you ready for your first change ? Ready to join the wolf ranks ?”
“Yeah”. I mumble shyly. I mean I have no idea what will happen, so I am both nervous and a bit scared. The alpha is a harsh man, who always intimidated me.
“Then show us your true self”. He kinda throws out his arms and two of the younger females step up and take hold of my robe. I realise they are going to pull it off me, leaving me naked in front of the whole pack.
First I feel like covering myself up, I mean there are about 70 people looking at my naked body and I do not feel comfortable at all. But then they start chanting and a moment later the clouds slide apart, revealing I will do my first change on a blue moon... that's supposed to be a really good sign, so is having a full moon on your 18th birthday.
I look at the moon, trying to connect to her and forget the embarrassment of being naked. A weird feeling starts running through me... like something taking me over, trying to burst out of me.
My body starts shaking and I fall down on my knees, to say it doesn’t hurt would be a lie.. it is like my body is ripped apart from the inside... but at the same time the power surging through me feels amazing.
I am happy that it only takes a couple of minutes though. I throw my head back howling at the moon, feeling free in a whole new way.
But no one joins in and first then I realise that everyone has gone completely silent... just staring at me.
*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
*Cathwulf*I quickly make my way to his office and knock on the door. Of course I can’t let my boss wait, that would be rude.His deep sexy voice with the smooth British accent calls. “Come on in”.Mr. Evil
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
*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







