Center of the Iris

Center of the Iris

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By:  Ruth Coladonato  Ongoing
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He wasn't the biggest wolf of them all, far from it. But after his rejection, he had to find a new world. He would make them pay for everything. Terrell was back. A new Alpha, a new pack, and he marched right into that town that had turned his life from horrible to worse. He was back to make the associations needed for his pack, but more importantly, to show them they weren't in charge anymore. Rejected, lost, and now, a hot shot. Gavin would never know what hit him, just like she didn't.

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I know, I’m supposed to be a male, and strong, and dutiful. But the alpha-to-be, what a pain my ass! Gavin, the all-around guy, the football player, pride of the pack, you know the type. But wow, what a jerk! Last week, he knocked back a couple of shots with his buddies, ran down a few mailboxes with his ’64 Chevelle, and because his pop is the Alpha, nothing, not even a scratch of words, was even thought to be said to him. Two days ago, he backed over a fire hydrant with his dad’s company bulldozer. Sure, the little pups had a great time in this sweltering heat. But do you think nary an eye was blinked or crossed? Not a chance. Then there’s me. I’m physically what you would call the class nerd. I prefer my books, my study time. I’m an introvert, as they call it. Am I physically fit? Sure, for what it’s worth. I can definitely hold my own. But I’m short, only 5’7”. I have hair the color of spicy mustard. I wear glasses because my allergies screw with

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I know, I’m supposed to be a male, and strong, and dutiful. But the alpha-to-be, what a pain my ass! Gavin, the all-around guy, the football player, pride of the pack, you know the type. But wow, what a jerk! Last week, he knocked back a couple of shots with his buddies, ran down a few mailboxes with his ’64 Chevelle, and because his pop is the Alpha, nothing, not even a scratch of words, was even thought to be said to him. Two days ago, he backed over a fire hydrant with his dad’s company bulldozer. Sure, the little pups had a great time in this sweltering heat. But do you think nary an eye was blinked or crossed? Not a chance. Then there’s me. I’m physically what you would call the class nerd. I prefer my books, my study time. I’m an introvert, as they call it. Am I physically fit? Sure, for what it’s worth. I can definitely hold my own. But I’m short, only 5’7”. I have hair the color of spicy mustard. I wear glasses because my allergies screw with
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I don’t think anyone saw it coming. I, Terrell Gladson, was at least the most surprised. When the beautiful raven-haired cheerleader shifted her first time, we all knew, just knew, that she and Gavin were mates. But her scent… it drove me mad. I could smell her showering, in her house, over a mile away. She was the beauty queen, and it surprised no one that everyone loved her. Her sleek white smile. Her graceful, anvil cut calves. Her soft tanned skin glimmering in the sunlight. She was truly beautiful. I could smell her. I knew it was her. And I was horridly confused.   I followed the scent, almost unwillingly, deep into the heart of the woods. I saw her body go through the pain staking first shift. The sickening crack of her ribs, her knees inverting as the jeans she wore shredded effortlessly aware from them. Her falling forward, paws out-stretched, exhausted. I shifted before she saw me.   But she could smell me,
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Two

Two nights later would be the preparations for the hunt. To find out who in the pack would really take on the new alpha and beta, and who would be discarded like old filaments of photo reels. I told my father that I had no interest in the hunt. That the entire idea sickened me. What I hadn’t told him was that Anastasia had rejected me. I think he knew. But as respectful as the man was, he had no reason to pry into such matters of teenagers. I was eighteen now and if I couldn’t handle something on my own, then so be it. That was the way of the pack. You either made it, or you did not. There was no, hey let me help you with that. I just really wished that June was over. In July, I would leave for Stanford, and never, never look back. Major college essay? My father didn’t buy it. He knew I had finished that six months ago, revised it, and sent it off to my new potential professors. I had already received it back, red marked like some 3rd grade
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Three

Those last couple of weeks were hell in that village. Everyone, and I mean everyone, glared at me. Graduation was the worst. They threatened to take away my diploma just because I didn’t “respect the hunt.” “Terrell the Terrible, the name rings so high!” Just like Ivan the Terrible, or the Hitler of their town, they taunted me. My father hired an outside human lawyer when they threatened my diploma. The attorney made some wheels and deals, and on the 17th of June, I walked with my class, got my diploma, tossed my tassle to the side and flipped everyone off as I walked off that stage. There was nothing they could do to me now. I knew the plan. Graduate. Get in the car.   And get. The. Hell. Out. Of. Town.   My father had made up his mind that he was coming with me to Stanford. He said he could use the change of scenery. But I knew better. He needed to get out of town before they banned him from the pack.
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Four

Seven years later…   Terrell sat back in his apartment. Alone, he quietly pondered his next steps. Last week he walked the stage with top honors in law. He had passed his bars. He was officially an attorney. His father was so proud, standing there in the beating sun and taking pictures of his son as that graceful gown seemed to float around him. Only this time, there were no middle fingers involved. There was no telling a small town to piss off. It was him. Terrell Gladson and his day of glory. But now, as he sat in his empty apartment, he started to feel the emptiness seeping in. The same emptiness he felt that night of the accident when he rejected Anastasia. A deep, hollowness that penetrated his thoughts, and sometimes, his very soul. The thought of, you will always be alone.   Terrell was the epitome of puberty done right. The old glasses were gone, Lasix taking their place and clearing any horrid eyesigh
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Five

His phone jolted him awake. Passed out again, over stacks of declarations, court orders, and pizza. How long had he been out?   He rubbed his eyes and reached for his watch. 2:37 AM. Damn! Who the hell could be calling him at this hour?   He picked up his phone. Dad. Shit. Double shit.   “Dad? Dad what’s wrong?”   “Nothing. I missed your call. What’s up son?” His voice was cheery, like he had been on vacation for six months.   “What? Oh, uh, I was going to see if you wanted to meet up for scotch and dinner. Guess I missed you.”   There was an awkward silence on the phone.   “Dad?”   “I’m here. You do know I’m in London this week, remember? The convention? I’ve been planning it for months.”   Right. The hot shot lawyer convention across the big blue. One of those things he hated the most. “Yeah, mu
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Six

The terrified young sprout of a courier rambled on, occasionally going down a rabbit hole here and there in his explanations. Terrell would raise his hand to caution Kyle not to steer too far, as though the outside story had no relevance to the current affairs.After a long and grueling discussion, Terrell sat back in his chair, eyeing the young man carefully.“You may sit.” Turning to Jason, “Get him some coffee, or water. What would you like, Kyle?”“C-c-c-coffee, Alpha sir, please.”Terrell nodded towards Jason. The man turned on a toe and went to grab coffee for the very timid creature.“Okay, the female children of the town are being tortured to death. But why only the females? Why not Gavin's son?”Kyle shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. His eyes were lowered, afraid to make eye contact with the overpowering alpha.Terrell sat in silence for a moment and continued his quest
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Seven

The two men led Kyle into a private room decorated in the finest Queen Anne antique furniture. Across the floor spread hand spun Chinese carpets, along with plush pillows tossed and fluffed across two long couches. On the far end of the room was a large open window, lined in heavy velvet curtains, with sheers delicately placed in between them. A fireplace took up a good portion of the center left wall with a mantle almost as long as Kyle was tall. A deep blue velvet antique chaise lounge sat next to the window, and behind it on the wall, a floor to ceiling shelving of leather bound books.The room was lit with a chandelier, low and dim, and used to serve the house with candle light against hanging crystals. The chandelier had long since been replaced with electrical current, but still gave the shimmering off glow from its dangles and bobbles. On the right side of the room, a bar cart with bourbon, sherry, champagne and ice sat, waiting for them.“Do you drink, Ky
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Eight

“Okay, what do you know?” Kyle sneered at Terrell.Terrell stared at him for a moment, an eyebrow cocked. “I do believe the Alpha title is mine, not yours. And I am to ask the questions if you even fathom of thinking my help is within your puny fucking reach.” Terrell's teeth glared and glistened. “Now, sit down, shit stain. If you're playing errand boy to Gavin, then you need to tell me what the hell is really going on. What am I taking my people into?”Kyle fired back, “Can you not read? Not your pack. You. Just YOU!! Gavin wants just YOU.”Terrell stepped back. Kyle was right; nowhere in the scroll had Gavin asked for his pack's help. Just Terrell's.“Okay, scruff, have it your way. What does FORMER football star Gavin want with me?” He emphasized the word formal, deliberately shooting the words straight at Kyle.Jason watched between the two, knowing his alpha could kill him in one str
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Nine

A few hours later, Terrell and Jason stood at the airport waiting for the jet to be ready.“Private jet?” Jason asked, looking about suspiciously.“I do have to come 'alone' as Kyle so easily put it. If I show up stylin' in this private gig, then they will know I am alone.”“I don't like it Alpha. It just smells wrong. Let me go for you.”“Jason, I appreciate your loyalty, I really do. But apparently this is not the case in Georgia. You know I will keep base with you. You're just a jingle away.”Jason sneered. He was not fond of the idea of his Alpha just up and heading several miles away from his home territory. His attention was caught off guard by movement in the corner of his eye.Several pack members heaved a gurney through the deserted air strip. Kyle lay on the gurney, strapped down, unconscious an
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