DianaI watch helplessly as Dominicus begins to wash the dishes, his large hands deftly handling the delicate china. A sense of wrongness nags at me, and I can't help but make one last attempt to protest."Then at least let me help," I plead weakly."No," he replies, his tone firm but not unkind."Please?" I try again, my voice taking on a slight whine."No," he repeats, unmoved by my entreaties.I feel my lower lip jutting out in a pout before I can stop it. Then, a thought strikes me, and I decide to try a different approach."But Alpha," I say, my voice taking on a whiny tone that I don't even notice I'm using.He ignores me completely, the only response being the clacking of plates and the steady gush of water from the faucet."Alpha," I try again.Nothing."Alpha?" I repeat, my voice rising slightly.Still nothing.Suddenly, a childish impulse wells up inside me. A grin spreads across my face as I begin to drag out his title, swinging my feet playfully from my perch on the counte
DianaThe next day, I find myself in a daze. As I go about my work at the diner, I make mistakes I've never made before - mistakes that would have been unthinkable during my time serving in the pack. My mind feels foggy, unable to focus on even the simplest tasks.After the third mix-up of the day - confusing a customer's order of pancakes for waffles - I approach Ellen, ready to apologize profusely. To my surprise, she doesn't seem angry. Instead, she gives me a knowing smirk."I'm so sorry, Ellen," I begin, wringing my hands nervously. "I don't know what's wrong with me today. I promise it won't happen again."Ellen's smirk widens. "Oh, honey," she says, her voice tinged with amusement, "I know exactly what's wrong with you. You've got that look about you."I blink, confused. "What look?""That look that speaks of a man," she replies, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, “So I’m guessing the date went well then”.Heat rushes to my face. "What? No! There's no... I mean, it's not like
Dominicus The cabin lies in ruins around me, a reflection of the chaos raging within my mind. Shards of what was once furniture litter the floor - splintered wood, torn fabric, and broken glass creating a treacherous landscape. The walls bear the marks of my fury, deep gouges and dents marring their surface. Curtains hang in tatters, swaying gently in the breeze from the shattered windows. I sit amidst this destruction, my back pressed against the only intact wall, shoulders hunched as I grip my head in my hands. What day is it? I've lost all sense of time, the hours blending into an indistinguishable blur of pain and confusion. It all makes sense now, and that realization is tearing me apart. The reason why my wolf had been unable to hurt her even during a rampage. The reason why I myself hadn't been able to, either. The fascination. The way she's constantly on my mind, why I can't seem to stay away. Why I had been so obsessed with her - breaking into her room like a creep and wat
Dominicus The forest pulses around me, a living, breathing entity. I am both part of it and apart from it, a creature of instinct and fury prowling through the undergrowth. My massive paws sink into the damp earth, leaving deep imprints that will serve as a warning to any who dare to follow. The curse that grips me has stripped away the veneer of humanity, leaving only the raw, primal essence of the wolf. My thoughts, once clear and ordered, now swirl in a maelstrom of base urges and fractured memories. The wolf's mind dominates, pushing aside the remnants of the man I once was. Yet in fleeting moments, shards of my former self pierce through the haze of bestial instinct, bringing with them a fresh wave of anguish and rage. Time has lost all meaning. Day blends into night, night into day, in an endless cycle of hunt and rest. The relentless drive to assert my dominance consumes me entirely. My powerful muscles coil and release with each step, a lethal promise of the devastation I
Dominicus The forest holds its breath, an eerie stillness settling over the ancient trees like a shroud. Even the birds have fallen silent, their usual cheerful chorus replaced by an oppressive quiet. The very air seems thick with tension, as if the woods themselves sense the approaching danger. Through this unnatural calm, three men saunter into my territory, their feigned confidence a thin veneer barely concealing the fear they can't quite suppress.I watch them from the shadows, my massive form concealed by the dense undergrowth. My fur, midnight black, blends seamlessly with the dappled forest floor. Every muscle in my body is coiled tight, ready to spring at a moment's notice. Their scents assault my nostrils - the musky odor of werewolves mingled with sweat, leather, and the metallic tang of weapons. Intruders. Threats. My lips curl back in a silent snarl, exposing teeth as sharp as daggers, but I hold myself in check. The hunt has begun, and I will savor every exhilarating mom
DianaWeeks have passed since I last saw Alpha Dominicus, and for reasons I can't quite explain, happiness eludes me. I should be ecstatic. After all, I've finally found sanctuary away from those who've been hunting me down like an animal. I'm far from my abusive, discriminatory pack, where every day was a struggle to prove my worth due to being Wolfless.Here, in this quaint human town nestled among endless woods, no one knows or cares about my lack of a wolf. The concept of Weres is as foreign to them as snow in summer. I know there must be a pack nearby – you can't have an Alpha without one – but I haven't seen hide nor hair of any other werewolves. They're probably deep in the surrounding forest, keeping to themselves.I feel a twinge of guilt at the thought, but if I'm being honest, not seeing any other Weres is a tremendous relief. Here, I'm just Diana – not the Wolfless freak, not the embarrassment to be hidden away. I'm treated like anyone else, and it should be liberating.I
Diana My heart pounds in my chest, the rapid thud echoing in my ears as those familiar blue eyes pin me in place. Fear, a familiar companion, envelops me, making my limbs feel weak and unsteady. Unbidden, images resurface in my mind – the agonized screams of the men, the sickening sounds of flesh tearing and bones shattering. Instinctively, I take a step back, and the wolf responds with a menacing snarl that freezes me in my tracks. The primal fury in that guttural sound makes my blood run cold. But as soon as I stop moving, the snarl cuts off abruptly, and the wolf simply stares at me, unblinking.Swallowing hard, I try to slowly ease another foot backwards, but the wolf immediately resumes his threatening growl. Keeping my gaze locked on those glowing blue orbs, I bring my foot back to its original position, and the growling stops once more. There is no trace of humanity in those eyes, only the wild, predatory focus of a hunter."Oh goddess, oh goddess, please," I whisper, the wor
DianaWhen I wake up, it's with a languid slowness that I've never experienced before. I feel soft, warm, and utterly comfortable – more relaxed than I can ever remember being. It's only as I begin to surface fully from sleep that I realize something is very, very different.My eyes fly open as I become aware of the massive, warm presence surrounding me. To my utter shock, I find myself curled up against the wolf's body, his enormous form curved protectively around me like a living shield. The brief contact between our bodies sends a cascade of soft sparks across my skin, but in my rush to comprehend the situation, I barely notice, dismissing it as simple static electricity.I quickly scramble away, my heart pounding as the wolf slowly opens his eyes. Those mesmerizing blue orbs lock onto me, and once again, I'm struck by their otherworldly beauty. Despite the initial panic, I find my racing heart beginning to calm as I search his gaze and find no hint of aggression or danger there. T
Diana Murder?! Me?! They think I killed someone?! And that too a child?!! What the actual fuck?!! My mind reels, unable to process what I'm hearing. Wait no no no, they said ‘aiding and abetting’, so they don’t necessarily believe that I did it directly. More like I HELPED someone do it. An unshifted pup… Werewolves shift at the age of eight… meaning at the oldest the child couldn’t have been more that seven years old… That’s a baby!! I hear a loud and obnoxious ringing in my ears and I take an involuntary step back, as though my body subconsciously tries to physically distance itself from the accusation. Who could do such a thing?! Who could kill such a small and innocent child?! And why are they trying to connect me to it?! Nigel looks at me over the deliberately aged paper, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction at finally eliciting a reaction. "Whose murder?" I ask, my voice high-pitched with shock. "The son of the Alpha of the Plena Luna pack," Nigel replies, clea
Diana Taking my hand, we leisurely walk until we break through the trees. I worry my bottom lip between my teeth but force myself to push down the nerves. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. I'm with Dominicus; I must not shame him by showing weakness. As we emerge from the forest, I see a delegation of wolves turned in our direction, likely alerted by our footsteps. There are at least ten werewolves in attendance, and my eyes widen as I take them in. At first glance, I can tell that over half of them are warriors, but I've never seen pack warriors like this before. Not even Zervos pack warriors measure up. They stand strong, each equipped in black soft armor with sheathed weapons strapped to either their backs or sides. As we approach, the warriors collectively incline their heads in a respectful bow towards us - though I know the gesture is meant for Dominicus - before looking forward again, their gazes fixed on some point in the distance. Their faces are stoic, betrayi
DianaI'm curled up on the plush sofa in Dominicus' study, a book cradled in my hands. The room is bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, filtering through the large windows and casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The only sounds are the occasional rustle of pages as I turn them and the soft scratching of Dominicus' pen as he works at his desk.It's a peaceful moment, but I find myself stealing glances at Dominicus over the top of my book, admiring the way the sunlight catches in his dark hair, turning it to burnished gold at the edges.Suddenly, the air in the room shifts. It's subtle, barely perceptible, but I feel it like a change in pressure before a storm. I look up from my book to find him sitting ramrod straight in his chair, his body tense as a coiled spring. His face, usually so relaxed around me, has hardened into a mask of seriousness, his eyes narrowed as he stares at something I can't see.Concern floods through me, chasing away the peaceful leth
Brodik Elder Rothgar's booming voice cuts through the chatter like a knife. "We need to act quickly. If we can bring this monster under our control, imagine the power we could wield." Elder Fendel nods, a sly smile playing at his lips. In that moment, he looks less like a dignified Elder and more like a sneaky wolf eyeing its prey. "Yes, but how do we approach such a creature? We can't simply extend an invitation." "We could offer him more territory," Elder Thomas suggests, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that belies his age. “Thats useless! As it stands, the Amadeus Pack lands is the largest territory by land mass already. In addition to the human town, all the forestry around it spanning thousands of miles belong to him! How would that tempt him?!” someone argues. "How about a seat on the Council, then! Afterall, all past Amadeus Alphas sat on the council. That might work!” “All Amadeus Alphas are nominal Council Elders already! If he wants a seat, how do you stop him?!”
12 hours ago… Brodik The Council chamber, a vast and imposing space, breathes with the weight of centuries. I stand motionless against its far wall, my face an impassive mask as I observe the unfolding drama before me. The room itself is a testament to the longevity and power of our kind, its very air thick with the scent of old leather, polished wood. Ornate tapestries adorn the walls, their rich hues muted by time and the flickering light of antique chandeliers. These woven histories depict epic werewolf battles and hunts, silent witnesses to the countless decisions that have shaped our world. The golden glow from the chandeliers dances across the scarred surface of the massive oak table dominating the chamber's center, its wood polished to a soft sheen by centuries of use and heated debates. Around this table sit the five of the most powerful werewolves in our world, Council Elders. Their faces, etched with the lines of age and weighted with hard-earned wisdom, are a canvas
Diana I take a deep breath, memories of Billy flooding my mind. "He's been there for me since I was eight," I begin, my voice soft with fondness. "When I was kicked out of the Pack orphanage for failing to shift, Billy was the one who stepped up..." “…He made a few Omega men help him clean out a small shack for me. They didn’t want to, but he made them." Dominicus's eyebrows raise slightly, but he doesn't interrupt. "No one else wanted anything to do with me," I continue, a hint of old pain in my voice. "But Billy... he got furniture for me, fixed it up. He made sure I was fed and clothed. He even homeschooled me." I pause, overwhelmed by the memories. "Without him, I wouldn't have survived. A wolfless orphan at eight... I wouldn't have stood a chance." Dominicus's hand finds mine, squeezing gently. "He sounds like a good man," he says softly. I nod, tears pricking at my eyes. "He is. He even moved to a smaller, more rundown house closer to mine, just to be near me. He... he wa
DianaI take a deep breath, inhaling the fresh forest air that surrounds us. The scent of pine and earth fills my lungs, momentarily calming my frayed nerves. But the weight of what I need to say presses down on me. Steeling myself, I turn to face Dominicus, my heart pounding in my chest."Dom?" I call out, my voice barely above a whisper, almost lost in the gentle rustling of leaves around us. "There's something I need to tell you... about yesterday."I feel him tense briefly before relaxing, his muscles shifting beneath his skin like a predator preparing for action. His arms tighten around me, a gesture of silent support that speaks volumes in the quiet of the forest."What is it?" he asks, his tone gentle but concerned. His eyes, those mesmerizing brown orbs, search my face intently.I nod, swallowing hard. The memory of yesterday's ordeal sends a chill down my spine. But there's no time to waste. We need to act, and for that, Dominicus needs to know everything."It's... it's not g
DianaI feel my hands clench into fists. The fury inside me is not just anger – it's determination, it's resolve, it's a fierce protectiveness for the man before me.As I look up at Dominicus, my eyes blazing, I see a flicker of surprise cross his face. He pauses in his narration, studying me intently.How dare they?!How dare those bastards do that to him?!The weight of Dominicus's words, the pain that was etched in every line of his face as he told the story, fuels my anger. I feel it burning in my chest, threatening to consume me."They must pay," I declare, my voice trembling with rage. "Those people must pay for all they've done. Dominicus. I'm going to help you find them. We'll get revenge!"To my surprise, Dominicus's response is a soft smile. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my nose. "Thank you, dulcis," he murmurs, his voice warm with affection.His reaction throws me off balance. The smile, the tenderness – it feels incongruous with the gravity of what we've just d
DianaThe words hang in the air, heavy and ominous. My tears stop as shock takes over, leaving me feeling numb and disoriented.“Dark… Magic?” I echo, stutteringly.“Wha-“ "It... it actually exists?" I whisper, my voice barely audible.Dominicus's face is grave, his eyes dark with a chilling menace."Yes”, his jaw clenched tight.My eyes are round as my jaw goes slack with shock. A frown creeps across Dominicus's face. "Tell me," he says carefully, "what do you know about the supernatural world?""Well, it's made up of werewolves-," I begin but then I trail off, uncertainty creeping in. Something about the way he asked the question makes me pause and reconsider.I think back to the books I've read, remembering inconsistencies I'd previously overlooked. "In the books I've studied," I say slowly, piecing my thoughts together, "sometimes they refer to the 'supernatural world' and other times to the 'werewolf world.' I never really thought about it before, but... if they mean the same t