Disclaimer: I do not own the movie Wolves, its plot, or its characters. Any unrecognized plot or characters are mine.

A/N: Connor Slaughter is played by Jason Mamoa. He has silver streaks in his hear, wears it in half ponytail sometimes and has silver eyes.

Prologue

Cayden found himself lucky, Mr. Tollerman was taking him on as a farm hand, now he had a reason to stay. He wanted answers, Wild Joe sent him here for a good reason.

Now, he'd have to work hard and poke around Angel's bar at night to try to find what he wanted to know.

One way or another, he'd find out what he was meant to.

If only he knew how right he was. . . .

~Angel~

I frowned at Gale as she crouched in front of the fridge behind the bar and guzzled down a beer.

"Gale, stop drinking all the beer." I shouted, setting the twenty four pack box of Bud Light Lime I had been holding on the counter.

"I'm not! I'm checking the stock like you asked me to. We're good." Gale stumbled as she attempted to stand, knocking into the counter. I moved to help her, but she sloppily shrugged me off and wobbled toward the side room, almost ripping the curtain as she closed it.

I sighed and glanced around the bar, taking note of the customers positions and state of mind.

Connor and his pack were drinking at a table near the back of the room. A few town wolves were sitting at a table not far on either side of the wild wolves table.

Connor Slaughter. The Alpha, as it would seem. I could think of many things that were terrible about him.

Cold. Crass. Wild. Beastly.

He hunted members of the town wolves, the last group of the old lines, the pureblood wolves. He ate them.

I made a deal with him-a deal I really didn't want any part of.

I had no other choice. I had to keep my end of the deal, or he would hurt every town wolf in Lupine Ridge.

I, Angelina Timmins, was to bear a son for Connor Slaughter. If I gave him a son, I would be free. I could leave Lupine Ridge behind and travel to Europe or France.

I couldn't back out.

A bottle shattering against the wall broke me from my thoughts. A loud whoop drew my attention to the wild wolves table. One of Connor's goons, Deke, had gotten stupidly drunk and broke a bottle near one his friends shoulder.

I sighed, preparing to throw him out if he got too rowdy.

A stranger distracted me, tall and dirty blonde, he strode into my bar and sat down on a stool.

"What can I get you?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"A Bud will be fine, thanks." He replied, nodding to me.

"Got a name?"

"Danny-Daniel."

I rolled my eyes at the obvious verbal blunder. He clearly didn't want to give his name.

I grabbed a bottle from the fridge behind me.

"What are you doing in a place like this?" I inquired, placing the Bud he'd ordered in front of him.

"Just passing through. Do you know if there's work here?" He questioned after taking a sip.

"No." I answered sharply. We really didn't need him sniffing around town.

I walked out back to unload a few more crates liquor, carefully: placing them on their respective shelves until I needed them.

When I returned to the counter, Lila was huffing about the stranger being a gay man. She strutted off to another table and 'Danny Daniel' grumbled to himself.

Deke strode up to Daniel, standing beside his left elbow. "My girl tells me you squeezed her ass."

"Then she's mistaken." Daniel replied with a shrug.

"You calling her a liar?" Deke demanded, stepping closer.

"No, simply mistaken." He responded.

Connor's men rose from their seats and gathered in a mass of intimidation around Daniel. They climbed on the tables and puffed themselves up to look larger.

I wanted to growl in agitation, I did not need them to break anything in my bar.

"Don't you dare start something that will break my bar," I warned, narrowing my eyes at the crowd.

"No worries, Angel, we won't mess up the bar." Deke snickered, his slightly yellowed teeth bared in a sick smile.

Daniel raised his arms. "Alright, alright. I'm leaving, okay? I'm leaving."

The pack parted to allow him to pass, all eyes watched him walk out.

I waited until he was gone to glance at Connor. I had seen the way he looked at the traveler. Daniel had sent out scent signals that indicated he was interested in mating. I, however, was not. This would piss off Connor if he smelt it, too.

I approached the Alpha, bringing a fresh Bud as a sort of peace offering. I really didn't want him to be angry in my bar.

"Another one, Connor?" I asked, stretching the hand carrying the bottle.

"Who was the pup, Angel?" Connor asked, his silver eyes boring into me. "He was sniffing around you."

"A traveler, I expect, a nobody. He told me his name was Daniel, didn't give a last name." I set the bottle down and took the chair across from the wild pack leader. "As for him wanting to sniff me, I'm not interested, and as you well know, I'm due to mate a wolf."

"I do, just remember that we have a deal," he rumbled.

"When?" I asked, knowing he'd understand what I was asking.

"Once I decide the time is right." He answered, draining the rest of his beer and leaving a tip. He and his gang left, their beaten up van rolling up toward the hills.

'Once I decide the time is right.' I ran the words over again in my mind. Well, that was that.