Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. If I did, the show would be called 'Stargate Atlantis: McShep'.
The warm, enticing howls of the pack called to the lone wolf, who stood alone in a clearing, deep in the forest surrounding the town. New Moon, Pennsylvania was a small town, a perfect place for a pack of Gifted, of Atlantians. The wolf, large in size, brown in color, stocky in build, whined deep in his throat, wanting with all his being to join the pack, to have friends, to have family. But part of him reminded himself of why he had decided to leave his old pack up in Canada. His sister, the Alpha, had found a new mate. Jeannie might love Louis, but love is blind. She had allowed herself to become Beta, Alpha's mate, and allowed Louis to become Alpha. And Louis, in turn, had turned the gentle, peace-loving pack into a throwback to the Wraith Days. he invoked out-dated, humiliating rules and customs. He had wanted a consort as well as a mate. and according to the ancient custom, the consort must be of the same bloodline as the mate.
The lone wolf felt humiliation, shame, rage, and, most of all, hate, suffuse his being at the thought of being forced to lift his tail for the upsurping Alpha. He would rather be a lone wolf, never having a pack again, then be raped daily by his sister's mate.
So, instead of howling greeting-song to this town's pack, the New Moon pack, he turned and fled, running hard toward the house he had bought two weeks ago, on the edge of both forest and town. He hoped that if he ran hard enough, fast enough, he would be able to escape the dreams each night's sleep inevitably brought.
But as he lept a fallen tree and dodged a undergrowth, he knew he wouldn't. Every night he dreamed of that last day as a member of his sister's pack. And every night, he got less and less sleep.
He sighed as he slowed his pace, moving into the large yard that surrounded his property. He trotted through the yard and up the steps to the back porch, panting. He sat down on the porch, looked around to be sure he was alone, and then shifted into his skin.
There, in the light of an almost full moon, a naked man sat, eyes closed, praying for a dreamless night.
Sighing once again, Rodney McKay opened his piercing blue eyes, stood up, and went into his house. Although it had been almost five years since his sister had given birth to her daughter, and, by custom, given Louis the right to take a consort, five years since Louis had forced him, raped him, he knew that he would dream again tonight.