“What are you doing here, rogue?” A man growls in my ear. “Do you not know this is Mountain Fire territory?”
“Mountain Fire,” I snort out, trying my best not to laugh. “Where do you get these names?”
Staring at myself in the filthy mirror behind the bar, I try my best to avoid making eye contact with the werewolf on my left. He is a block of a man, with hands big enough to crush my skull without even trying
I, on the other hand, am small and my wolf timid. We didn’t exactly flourish during our childhood, and most of the time she hides away in fear, though I sometimes think she’s more afraid of me than other wolves.
“What did you say?” A low rumble vibrates in his chest.
Now me, I never growl, and I never shift into wolf form – except on the full moon, when I can’t control the shift. That’s when my wolf breaks out and runs free. I suppose she deserves it. Letting her out once a month probably isn’t too much to ask, considering that she heals me when I’m hurt, and warns me when I’m in danger. Well, usually. She failed me on this occasion; the two of us will have a stern talk about it later.
Avoiding the man’s eyes, I stare resolutely at the assortment of cheap booze lined up on the shelves. The barman looks from me to the big guy, then disappears to the back, leaving me alone with a very pissed off werewolf. “I’m sorry,” I apologise. “I mean no offence. I will move on.”
I chance a look at the man. He’s not the most attractive creature I’ve ever seen. His nose is crooked and bent out of shape, dark brown eyes like puddles of mud, and his lips look like something a child fashioned out of dirty pinkish clay and plopped on his face. To make matters worse, he has some kind of badly executed wolf tattoo covering half his face, and it's really doing nothing to enhance his appearance.
He growls at my inspection of his appearance, pulls back his arm, and backhands me so hard that I fall sideways off the barstool, hitting my head on the way down. Getting up, I use my t-shirt to wipe away the blood streaming from my broken nose, and I decide now is as good a time as any to bid my farewells.
I grab my pack, and try to push past the shifter, but he grabs me by the upper arm, his fingers digging painfully hard into the tender flesh. I never learned how to fight, so I can’t do much to help myself, except run or submit. “What are you?” He smells me again, inhaling deeply. “You are clearly a rogue, but…you don’t smell like one.” He looks very confused.
I get that a lot actually, but my parents warned me never to reveal who I am to anyone, especially not werewolves.
“What’s going on here?” A man asks from the door.
I strain to look past my current tormentor at the newcomer. Oh great, another werewolf. Well, they do travel in packs. But this one is different somehow, I just don’t know in what way he is different.
“I sent you in here to fetch the girl, Daniel, not attack her. How stupid are you? Is it that hard to follow a simple command, you stupid, ugly, galoot?”
“Hey,” I say without thinking, “that’s not necessary. He can’t help how he looks. How would you like it if people start insulting you?”
I look him over, trying to find a physical flaw I can use against him, but I can’t see anything obvious. Tall, blonde, and handsome, he’s the kind of man that belongs in the movies or on a stage, not a dingy hole-in-the-wall pub with cheap booze behind the counter and sticky floors that are washed once a year.
“You are very mouthy for a rogue,” the newcomer says. “What’s your name?”
“Maya,” I answer before I can stop myself. Crap on a stick. I shouldn’t have told him that.
He nods, says nothing else. If he knows who I am, he’s not letting on. “My name is Luca,” he says, not unkindly. “I’m Alpha Edric’s Beta.”
Well lah-di-dah, as if that means anything to me. I don’t know the difference between an alpha, beta, omega, gamma or however all this werewolf stuff works. Another rogue, a young man that escaped his abusive father, tried to explain it to me once, but all I remember is that you can smell the difference. Honestly though, all shifters smell the same to me.
Maybe if I allow my wolf out more often, she’d tell me, but we don’t get along. I hate what I am, and she hates me for hating her. It’s complicated.
I quickly bite down on my lower lip before I say something that will get me in even more trouble. Daniel’s grip on my arm relaxes a little, but not so much that I can break free. “Okay,” I say, because clearly they’re expecting some kind of response.
“Alpha Edric requests your company.”
“Does he now? I politely decline.”
Luca smiles, his eyes flashing dangerously. “I wouldn’t deny his…invitation if I were you.”
“He can’t come get me himself?” I really have to shut up, but my mouth has this annoying habit of running away with me sometimes. “Why not? Is he too good or something?”
“No,” Luca says, his voice taking on a dangerous edge, letting me know I am very close to getting another slap. “He has other business to see to, but he would very much like to meet you. Tonight.”
I can’t see a way out – not yet anyway. “Well then. In that case, I graciously accept your Alpha’s invitation,” I say at last.
“You can let her go, Daniel,” Luca says, and the big man finally releases my arm.
I am not about to run. The tall werewolf blocks my way, and I’m not exactly the fastest wolf to ever wander this planet.
This is the part where I should be scared, but I’m not. I’ve learned a long time ago that fear gets in the way of survival. For the first year, I was afraid all the time, and I almost died a few times because I let it cloud my judgement. You can’t think clearly if you let the fear in.
I climb in the backseat of the Beta’s car, placing my pack between my feet, not really paying attention to the other two wolves. Daniel gets in next to me, and I move all the way over, as far away from him as I can, just in case he gets any ideas to feel me up or hurt me in some other way. That was another hard lesson I had to learn…most male werewolves don’t really bother with the issue of consent – well, not the ones I keep running into anyway.
For some reason, I’ve been attracting more attention than usual lately, so sleep and food have been difficult to come by. I’m tired and weak, and just about ready to give up.
The soft hum of the wheels on the tarmac and the gentle rocking motion of the car threaten to lull me to sleep, and it’s getting harder for me to keep my eyes open. My wolf is calm though, and I can usually rely on her to let me know when I’m in imminent danger. We may not like each other, but if I die, she dies, so she does her part when I let her.
I’m pretty sure if they wanted me dead, I’d be dead already, so I decide to risk it. Leaning with my head against the cool window, I drift off to sleep while I watch the world flash by.
“Is it her?” My eyes snap open. I look around, confused. Where am I? What time is it? Then I remember the two werewolves from the pub, and getting into the Beta’s car. After that, I can’t remember much, except that I fell asleep. I guess we have reached our destination. And they just left me here in the car. Alone. A slow grin spreads across my face as I lean over and grab my pack before opening the door. The loud click of the latch echoes through the woods, and the two werewolves turn to look at the car. I quickly close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. When I dare to peak at them again, I see the tall blonde one, Luca, looking straight at the car while he keeps talking to an even taller, dark-haired werewolf standing with his back to me. Luca puts his arm around the brunette’s shoulders and leads him away from the car. They have their heads close together, deep in a whispered conversation. Now is my chance. I ease the door open and jump out.
Edric's POVI kneel next to my mate, inspecting her head wound. Blood pours from the broken skin, seeping into the ground. Her scent mixed with the coppery tang of her blood is driving my wolf insane. Taking my t-shirt off, I press it against her wound and mind-link our pack doctor, Clarke, to tell him he needs to go to the clinic right away. I pick Maya up from the ground, holding her tightly against my chest. She weighs almost nothing – poor thing was just a bit of bone and skin. I wonder when last she had a decent meal. My wolf is concerned and elated at the same time. ~ Finally. Our mate. ~ * Yes, yes, calm down, * I tell him. ~ She’s unwell. ~ * I know, bud, we’ll get her sorted out. * Earlier, when I chased her down, I almost lost control of him completely. He caught her scent when she exited the car, and he had one goal. To get to our mate. He would have claimed her there and then if I hadn’t stopped him. At twenty-five, I am still without a mate. It’s rare in our world, b
Edric's POV: Jolie comes sauntering into the room, carrying an instrument tray laden with antiseptics, gauze, and bandages. She’s busy training to take over from Doctor Lewiston one day, and honestly my father couldn’t be prouder. If my mother were still alive, she’d be bursting out of her skin with joy. Since she came from a rich family, she always wanted Jolie to be more than ‘just’ a Beta’s mate. “Doc sent me to dress your wounds,” she tells Maya and put down the tray. “My name is Jolie, I’m this one’s sister— “she jabs a finger in my direction -- “and Luca’s mate.” “Hello.” Maya gives her a small, joyless smile, but relaxes visibly, the tension draining from her face. She is clearly much more comfortable around females. My sister looks at me, and I wait for the mind-link, because it’s so very obvious that she has a hundred questions, but she doesn’t do it. “I suppose asking you to leave would be pointless?” “Yes.” I’m going nowhere. My wolf will tear me apart – figuratively sp
A young werewolf, maybe about sixteen, came by with a tray full of food. I ate very little, because these days I’m never hungry anymore. Edric tried to get me to eat more, but I managed maybe half a plate, if that. Later, Doc came by, handing me two pills, which I took without even thinking about it. Usually, I’d question anything and everything werewolves did, but for some reason I trusted these wolves. Especially Edric, even though he has given me absolutely no reason to trust him…but then, he didn’t give me any reason to mistrust him. I don’t really know what happened. I fell asleep an hour later, and when I woke up, I wasn’t in human form anymore. My wolf took control while I slept. I didn’t even know she could do that. Shifting hurts – not as much as it did the first time, but I still feel it every time. You’d think I’d have woken up when I shifted, but I didn’t. I slept through the whole thing. I look at Edric through my wolf’s eyes. He’s sittin
Edric's POV: I put clean clothes, a new toothbrush, and hairbrush in the bathroom, watching Maya’s silhouette play against the shower curtain, catching a faint whiff of her blood mixing with the water. It takes all my self-control to keep my wolf at bay – he wants to jump into the shower and take her, something I will never allow. ~ Mate, ~ he pants. * No, * I say sternly, and quietly slip from the bathroom. For a moment I consider going back down to the clinic to look for her contact lenses, but decide against it. As much as I want to hide her true identity from the rest of the pack I can’t do it. It would be unconscionable. They deserve to know what and who she is – it will affect them as much as it will affect me. For the first time in four decades, our pack may have to go to war. I didn’t exactly relish the idea, but such is the way with destinies – they’re never what we want them to be, are they? I stare off into the distance, re
I am sure Edric came back some time during the early morning hours, but he’s not here when I wake up. I can smell his scent lingering in the air, and I find clean clothes hanging in the bathroom. A dress. I pull a disgusted face at the outfit. I haven’t worn a dress since my sixteenth birthday party, almost five years ago if I have my dates right, and the thought of wearing the frilly, flowery monstrosity fill me with a strange kind of anxiety. I used to love getting dolled up in pretty dresses. My mother helping me to do my hair and make-up, always smiling proudly when we were done, telling me how beautiful I looked. My little sister sitting on the bed, watching me with big, awestruck eyes, saying, “One day, I want to be just like you, Maya.” Thinking about my mother makes me angry, and the memory of my sister fills me with sadness and longing. She’ll be about twelve now – I wonder if she still thinks about me. If she remembers me at all, and still wants to be like
Edric's POV: Our pack members start arriving one after the other, all of them in wolf form. Most live on the mountain property, and running is just easier than driving. Besides, no wolf I know will pass up the opportunity to shift and let their wolf run free. Well, except for the one by my side. The wolves that live in the town in the shadow of the mountain will be the last to arrive; they usually drive part of the way and shift when they’re away from human eyes. About ninety percent of the town’s population are werewolves and the humans are blissfully unaware of this fact. Maya’s nervous, her body coiled like a too tight spring, ready to let go and run off at any moment. As our pack members disappear into the woods to shift back to human form, she moves closer to me. Without even thinking about it, I put my arm around her, and to my surprise, she leans into me, resting her head against my shoulder. The feeling of bliss I experience w
Ignoring my broken toes, I hobble deeper into the woods with Edric by my side, my heart nearly banging out of my chest. Why did I agree to shift? Of course, my wolf is elated – I don’t blame her, she rarely gets a chance to be herself, but I’m already regretting my decision. Who knows what she’ll do when I’m forced to the background and she takes control? When we can’t hear the laughter and talking of the gathered pack anymore, Edric stops and turns to me. “What do you usually do when you shift? Do you take clothes with you, or go back to the place where you shifted before you turn back to human?” “Huh?” He chuckles softly. “Most of us will carry clothes with us – so we don’t walk around naked when we shift back to human form. We’ll shift back when we get to…where we’re going, so I think you should bring your clothes with.” “How?” I’m starting to realise that not only do I know nothing about being part of a pack or werewolf society, I also kno