Wear Wolves

It was a full moon. A gentle breeze blew on the trees and bushes making them rustle. The bright moon illuminated the ice from the rivers and ponds in the snowy forest. The snow made slightly crunching noises as an equally white rabbit ran from its predator. As the small creature continued to run, many other small vulnerable animals ran to shelter. In just seconds a large black wolf zoomed past them. Once they were sure the large hungry animal was gone they came out and wondered how the rabbit was going to get out of this alive. But it was a 99% chance he would.

The black wolf charger through the many leaves and trees as he ran after his dinner. The darn thing just wouldn't stay still. Of course the little cotton ball wasn't as fast as his predator but its small size gave it bit of an advantage. With a loud growl and bark he jumped at the rabbit. He took a hold of the rabbit's neck and before he could scream the wolf bit down and the rabbit laid limp in his mouth. The large animal set down his catch and enjoyed. Once he was finished scarfing down his food, he turned around and his large paws led him back into the middle of the forest.

The wolf came closer to the clearing but before he walked through he went behind a tree. There, he started to shift. The sound of breaking bones filled the silence that was once in the air. Soon, what used to be the large black wolf, was now a naked muscular man. His large toned figure stood in the snow shaking a bit.

Of course he's the wolf we were talking about. Well, technically he's a wear wolf. There were actually hundreds of other people like him. And just like humans they also have a God. Her name is Moon Goddess. They all believe her to be the mother of all wear wolfs. Which she is. She created then and even gave hem mates. You find your mate by their scent. You can smell them from a mile away. But just because they're destined for someone doesn't mean everyone accepts them. You could either accept or reject your mate once you meet them.

But wear wolf are still, just like us. Almost. When a wear wolf is born, they don't get to shift until they hit puberty. The most common colors of a wear wolf is brown, tan, grey, and blonde. Their either regular pack members or Beta's, which are he second in command. Black and white colored wear wolfs are the rarest. The white wolves were mostly known as the Royal Wolf Pack. And as far as every wolf community knew about, they were the only known white wolves.

The black wear wolves were known as cruel and craved power. Most of them decide to become rouges. A rouge is a wear wolf on its own. Even though they usually form packs with other rouges. They tend to attack other packs just for the fun of it. And sometimes it's to show they aren't afraid of anyone. But of course they aren't the only ones who cause trouble in the wear wolf world. There are people, Hunters, who know about them. For hundreds of years they have been studying them and killing them. They think of them as untamable animals. But they, just as humans, have their own government. They have leaders called The Elders. And of course they have Alpha's. But they only have control of their own pack.

They even have their own claimed territory. And the territory the naked male was on belonged to the Blood Moon Pack. They were one of the strongest packs there was. And he was their Alpha. His name is Richard John Grayson. His adoptive father, Bruce Wayne, adopted him when he was 12. When he hit puberty at 14 Bruce was shocked to see he was a black wolf while Bruce was a simple dark brown.

When Richard turned 15 he started to become distant. Even cold hearted, some would say. And when he took over the pack from Bruce at 18 and became Alpha, he turned his pack into something more. They were even known as, not only as one of the strongest, but the most feared pack. They were also the second largest, and they continued to grow.

Richard even demanded they call him Dick. He was a gruesome Alpha. Some even wondered if he'll even have a mate. They would think he was too much of a monster to have one.

As his naked body walked towards the clearing he wondered this as well. When he walked out he looked up at his house. A mansion about three stories stood ther in all its glory. The cranberry colored bricks stood out with its large clear windows reflecting the sun off of them. It took up over 1,000 square feet, length and width. This was also the home of his pack. Hence the name, pack house.

There was more room in the back for pack training, of course. And the snow pilled onto anything revealed to the sky made the mansion look like something you would find on a magazine. He walked through the yard and soon enough, was opening the front door. He made his way towards the stairs passing other pack members on the way. The male pack members greeted him with a simple nod of the head while unmated females gave him flirtatious smiles and a wave.

Dick didn't acknowledge them, for they were not his mate. Yes he was a flirt at times but he wouldn't dare touch any of the women in his pack. Or any pack at all for that matter. He wouldn't want his mate to have been with hundreds of other males. Just the thought made his blood boil.

After hundreds of turns and stairs, he made it to his room. He entered his room and made sure to lock the door. He went to his drawer, grabbed under wear, black sweats, and a red T-shirt. He then made his way to the bathroom connected to his room. He placed his clothes on the closed toilet, turned on the water and waited for it to turn hot. As he waited he looked into the mirror. He was about 6'5 with slightly pale skin, ebony hair, and crystal blue eyes. He was very handsome. But he wondered if that would be good enough for his mate. If he had one. He was already 20 and he hasn't found her. He was starting to doubt the Moon Goddess gave him one.

Boy was he incredibly wrong.