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actionreactionTogether, we hunted.
He was incredible to watch. He was a stealthy thing, slipping soundlessly between the trees, disappearing in the dark. Patches of light fur should have caught the moonlight, and it was only because my eyes were trained on him, watching his every move, that I did not lose him to his skills in the night-hunt.
Every wolf knows how to hunt. Some are better at it than others. Grey must have easily been one of the best. He took down his prey with such ferocious speed, it made me wonder how a mere man with a gun managed to catch him enough to wound him. Either way, we were shortly to feast on a young deer. and that held my focus.
It was only after, when we came back sated that I posed Grey a question. You have no pack. I have no pack. We could be a pack of two. I wish I could say I don't know why I asked, maybe to add to the mystery, to make it a great story to tell, but I knew exactly why I did.
I was alone. Not just alone. Lonely. I was tired of being a lone wolf. My pack wouldn't have me as I am, and I doubted others would be welcoming either. I was the son of an alpha. Not just an alpha. The Alpha, the pack leader. I was meant to follow in his footsteps. Instead I was a beta by nature, and too gentle. Weak and womanly, they said. Some called me a bitch before I left.
And even so, I would have traded their company for the complete lack I had now.
I think Grey knew I wasn't making the offer lightly. Those eyes rested on me, watching as his head tilted. Strange one, Dark One. I hunt your prey, attack you. And you feed me, fix me, and offer pack? But there was perhaps a bit of longing in grey eyes, hope. Quickly replaced by a gleam of challenge and a short gruff sound. You would be Alpha?
You were wounded, hungry. I did not wish to fight. Jesse shook his head. Had you not been hurt, you could have killed me. The fight was unfair. That is not Alpha. That is Beta. With advantage. There was no shame in being Beta. Beta is not weak. Beta is merely not Alpha. It was a mantra. I'd said it often enough that I was starting to believe it.
He seemed satisfied with that response, and just like that, we were a pack of two. Oddly mismatched, unwanted by others, but now neither of us was alone.
He was incredible to watch. He was a stealthy thing, slipping soundlessly between the trees, disappearing in the dark. Patches of light fur should have caught the moonlight, and it was only because my eyes were trained on him, watching his every move, that I did not lose him to his skills in the night-hunt.
Every wolf knows how to hunt. Some are better at it than others. Grey must have easily been one of the best. He took down his prey with such ferocious speed, it made me wonder how a mere man with a gun managed to catch him enough to wound him. Either way, we were shortly to feast on a young deer. and that held my focus.
It was only after, when we came back sated that I posed Grey a question. You have no pack. I have no pack. We could be a pack of two. I wish I could say I don't know why I asked, maybe to add to the mystery, to make it a great story to tell, but I knew exactly why I did.
I was alone. Not just alone. Lonely. I was tired of being a lone wolf. My pack wouldn't have me as I am, and I doubted others would be welcoming either. I was the son of an alpha. Not just an alpha. The Alpha, the pack leader. I was meant to follow in his footsteps. Instead I was a beta by nature, and too gentle. Weak and womanly, they said. Some called me a bitch before I left.
And even so, I would have traded their company for the complete lack I had now.
I think Grey knew I wasn't making the offer lightly. Those eyes rested on me, watching as his head tilted. Strange one, Dark One. I hunt your prey, attack you. And you feed me, fix me, and offer pack? But there was perhaps a bit of longing in grey eyes, hope. Quickly replaced by a gleam of challenge and a short gruff sound. You would be Alpha?
You were wounded, hungry. I did not wish to fight. Jesse shook his head. Had you not been hurt, you could have killed me. The fight was unfair. That is not Alpha. That is Beta. With advantage. There was no shame in being Beta. Beta is not weak. Beta is merely not Alpha. It was a mantra. I'd said it often enough that I was starting to believe it.
He seemed satisfied with that response, and just like that, we were a pack of two. Oddly mismatched, unwanted by others, but now neither of us was alone.