I moved stealthily through the forest, sniffing the air for any sign of approaching scouts as I snuck through the woods. Because of the way I moved the wind was blowing about me, my scent was carried far and wide over the area. However, when infiltrating the area of a wolf, one can never take precautions seriously enough.
As I got closer, I could make out what appeared to be a sizable home. I was aware that they possessed these structures; they refer to them as "packhouses," and their purpose is to concentrate all the members of the pack in a single location so that they are simpler to protect. But not far off, I could see little houses sprinkled around.
If they’re going to live like us, why bother with the grand house? I asked Vix.
Maybe they’re over-compensating for something? I can’t wait to see this Alpha we’ve heard so much about.
Returning my attention to the home, I searched for an unlocked window through which I could enter. These supercilious wolves, who are convinced that no one would dare to mess with them and think they are always right. They were in for a wake-up call when it came to being careful.
After clambering over the ledge and slipping quietly into the room, I noticed that I was in what might be considered a laundry room, if a room with five washers and dryers counted as a laundry room rather than a laundry mat. I slowly crept past the machines and toward the door, which was already cracked. When I peered out into the hallway, there was no sign of life, and I couldn't make out any sounds. I slowly and quietly opened the door, made my way into the hallway, and prayed to whatever watchful eyes might be awake at this ungodly hour that I would remain concealed by the darkness, the light, and the wind.
Moving towards the stairs, I moved quickly up them to the second floor. With the help of the wind, no sound escaped from them as I moved. Once on the second floor, I looked for a suitable place to wait. Most of the rooms on this floor appeared to be empty, so I chose one located next to the stairs, for an easy escape route and because there was a set leading upwards to the third floor. I could only assume that’s where the Alpha and his family slept.
After going over all the information that my mother had given me regarding the pack, I recalled that they are approximately 600 strong and have a young Alpha. It is stated that he rose to power three years after the terrible loss of both of his parents. However, there is a lack of information regarding the accident that led to their deaths. According to the source, his name was either Aziel or Atlas. Which one is it? Alex? I'm not going to bother trying to remember it because it's an A name. After all, the only reason I'm here is to get the ring and take it back to the skulk where it belongs.
I slid my clothes off my body and shifted into fox form. It would be easier to escape and slip through in my smaller fox form. Vix also happens to be one of the fastest runners in our skulk. Not an easy task with all the males vying for the lead. We curled up into a ball next to the bed and waited for the house to wake up.
It had taken me a while to figure out how to get into his rooms. Normally, he would leave at 4 am to go to the training field located about a mile away. I would follow him to observe his daily routine, but never get close enough for him to sense something was anything wrong or odd going on. I hadn’t seen him close, and I hoped never to get close. He was a monster of a man, this Alpha named Aziel, roughly 6 foot 5 inches, with muscles that looked like he could stop a truck. Golden brown hair was a mess on his head, it appeared to be thick and would be fun to run my fingers though. Wait, I didn’t mean that. But I never got close enough to see his face.After picking the lock to get into his room, I pulled my wind down so I would be able to look more carefully without disrupting anything.“Well, hello.” I froze. My heart started to hammer against my chest when I heard that soft silky voice. It’s a sound I could listen to for hours. What? No. I snapped myself out of it and slowly turned f
I pulled a current of wind around me as I ran out of the pack house, shifting as I took to the forest surrounding it. Vix shooting into the tangled underbrush. I laughed to myself as we ran and imagined the look of frustration, pain, and shock on that wanna-be Alpha Wolf Mates face.It was funny, but it’s going to make it hard for us to have Kits or Pups later on. Vix said in my head as she leapt over a downed log.Who said we’ll even accept this wanna-be macho Alpha as our Mate? It’s not like he came to us with roses and love. I scoffed back.Well, we did just steal from him and kick him in the family jewels. I could practically see her rolling her eyes.We need the ring. We didn’t come here to meet our mate, fall in love, and start a family. Also, he’s so cocky. We would never work, and you know it. No one controls us, and if what they say is true, that’s all those types want to do. I moved the current of air to cover our scent as I heard the howls and pounding paws in the backgroun
Upon waking I couldn’t move my arms. Looking around I noticed I was back in his bedroom, chained to his bed. Well, that’s not good. I yanked on the chains to see if they had any give, none. Who has a way to chain someone to their bed? You know what? I don’t want to know.Looking around the room, I noticed that it was mostly in black and mahogany. Very clean and overly tidy. I guess someone has a clean freak problem.Voices outside pulled my attention to the door.“So, you’re just going to keep her chained up?”“If she didn’t try to run, this wouldn’t be an issue. I can’t go chasing after my mate every five minutes and I need to know why she wants this old thing.”“This isn’t the way to start out a healthy relationship.”“I’m aware, but it’s the only way to get her to stay in one place for long enough. I’ll deal with the pack business later, Kade.” I could hear the door handle turning and pretended to still be asleep. “Now, none of that. I know you’re awake. We could hear you pulling o
I looked down at her. Now sleeping like an angel in human form. Her almost bleach white hair spread around her like a halo. With a heart shaped face, but not a fat one like the ones you get and give on the human Valentines Day, a rather fitting one for her face. Her hazel eyes had staired at me with so much contempt. Her solid smooth nose led to a slight point with full, red lips underneath. It looked like she had been traveling for a while with baggy clothes, loose around her rather toned body.I sighed. Well, this wasn’t the plan, but I’m happy to have her. I’m happy we found her. Grumbled my wolf, Dezz.This isn’t how I imagined it, Dezz. A little help with what to do next?Human, it’s all up to you. I’m not getting involved, but if you lose her, I’ll eat every dead animal I come across till the end of time. Thanks. I mumbled back sarcastically. He gave a mental flip of his tail and curled up in the back of my mind.Now, what am I going to do with her? Normal female wolves marked
My body felt heavy, I tried to wiggle my toes and failed. What is going on? Slowly the feeling in my feet, then my legs started to come back. And I felt worried? Why would I be worried? What happened? Wait, this isn’t my worry. With that a flood of memories came back to me and I sat up ramrod straight in his bed. Looking around his room, I noticed him asleep in an arm chair that wasn’t in the room before. When did he move that in here? I was probably only out for a few minutes.I moved to get up off of the bed seeing the bathroom to the left of the bed. I felt stiff all over. Looking over at the man sleeping on the chair, a pair of ice blue eyes where looking back at me.“I hope you weren’t planning on trying to run again. The last three days and the bond setting will have weakened you.” I looked at him with my mouth open like a fish. Three. Days?!“What do you mean three days? There’s no way. And I never consented to you marking me. Isn’t it a rule for y’all too that you ask permissi
I had taken an intentionally long shower in the hopes that the weirdness from before would be gone by the time I was out. Looking around the bathroom, I realized I forgot clothes. Sticking my head out the door, he was gone. Slowly I walked out into the bedroom. He could return at any time, I better get dressed quickly. Going into his closet, I found his clothes hung up in perfect color order. All the seams of the pants and sweatpants were on display. Again, I wondered at the neat freak nature he has about him. Grabbing a pair of sweatpants down with a string, I pulled them up to my waist and tied it off. To say they swallowed me, would be the understatement of the year. I had to roll up the pant bottoms to even be able to walk. Looking at the shirts, I found one with the band The Pretty Reckless on it. I love that band. I pulled it on over my head. It looked more like a dress than a shirt on me. Whatever, this will have to do.For a while I sat on the bed and waited for him to return.
Stomping up the steps to the pack house, I could hear someone catching up to me. Turning around I started to speak without looking at the person. “Look, Kade. I’m just going to go up to the third floor and find a room. Please, if you must follow me, give me at least a little space.” Looking up, it wasn’t Kade I was speaking to but Aziel.“What’s wrong with my room?” He questioned me with a puzzled look.“I thought you would be entertaining later and I’d rather not be involved.” I glared at him. Crap. I didn’t think I would still be this mad about the blonde touching him.“What’s that suppose to mean?” He wasn’t getting it or did he want me to spell it out for him. Glaring at him from the top step of the porch, I didn’t know what answer was correct. Fine, if he wants to play games, let’s play.“That beautiful blonde you were speaking to at the practice field. I thought maybe you would want to ask her out on a date.” I said while acting as innocent as possible.“Oh, that really did both
I watched him moved around the kitchen. For someone his size, he moved with the ease of a dancer. His shirt clung to him like a second skin. Hearing a beeping, he pulled his phone from his pocket to check the text message he had received. “What size clothes do you wear?”“Why? I don’t plan on staying here long enough to need new clothes.” I grabbed the knife from him and started dicing the onions he was working on before the text.“If you want to wear my baggy clothes, I don’t mind, but I thought you would like something more your size and comfortable.” There was a smile in his voice, and I could hear the hidden laughter. I guess I did look like I was wearing a circus tent.“Medium top, 34 b bra, medium underwear, and size 8 or medium pants.” I continued to dice the onions. They were starting to make my eyes water. I don’t understand how a plant can reduce me to a mess of tears. Tearing up, I walked to the sink and turned on the water. I felt a warm, strong chest come up behind me. Le