Lauren Centric Drabble (1):
Wolf!Lauren with a little Dyson maybe? Do with it what you will, I just want a pack for the hot doc lol
-Prompt Submitted by Anonymous-
"Lauren, what are you doing here?" a deep voice asked.
I shifted my eyes away from the setting sun to frown at the man who interrupted my peace. I recognized him instantly and mentally bid my temporary freedom farewell. With a sigh I pushed back the hood of my cloak and I met the cold blue gaze of my cousin, Dyson. He stood a mere ten paces away and glared at me with an incredible amount of disapproval.
"I was bored," I answered cheekily, strutting forward. No matter how imposing he looked with his thick arms, broad chest and deadly sword, I would not show fear. I noticed the slight clench in his jaw and felt satisfaction settle nicely within me.
"Byron would disapprove," he said shortly. I shrugged before swiftly ducking passed him while seizing his sword from its sheath. He whirled on me, grabbing for the weapon but grasping air.
"My father disapproves of anything that doesn't include sitting down in my bedchamber." I continued to tease him, dancing just out of his reach while dangling the sword before his face. "And shouldn't you address him with his proper title of Alpha, especially considering the fact you are one of his most trusted and obedient warriors?" His scruffy cheeks reddened with anger as I continued to mock him and I wondered if I should stop.
"Return my sword, pup," he growled, his eyes flashing a dangerous yellow. I merely smirked, dropped his sword and skipped away from him back to my original spot at the edge of the cliff.
"Those tawny eyes don't work so well on me, cousin," I laughed. "And don't 'pup' me." I turned to grin at his flabbergasted expression but was disappointed to see an undesired affect.
"The thing is, you are a pup, new to the world, my world, and completely inexperienced. And you are quite foolish to taunt a warrior of my caliber." He puffed out his chest and looked down his nose at me. "That is why you must return home." Moving as fast as a striking cobra, he wrapped his gloved fingers around my wrist and tugged me toward him.
"'Inexperienced? Of course I am! You all choose to lock me away and treat me like some porcelain doll! I am a proud member of this pack and am capable of doing so much for everyone yet I am trusted with absolutely no responsibility!" Halfway through my incensed speech a low rumble accompanied my words.
Dyson simply shrugged a shoulder and pulled me toward my prison once more. "The life of a princess must be so hard," he sneered.
"I bet you miss it," I shot back with a snarl. He stopped in his tracks, turning slowly to meet my gaze. His eyes flickered between steely blue and blazing yellow. I straightened my spine, unwilling to back down. He dropped my wrist and took a step back. The air surrounding us thickened with unspoken challenges and barely contained fury.
He opened his mouth to speak, exposing elongated canines. "Be back within the hour," he eventually bit out then stormed away.
Again I went to stand over the impressive cliff, welcoming the creeping darkness that touched the land below. A sliver of sadness nestled deep in my stomach as I ran my fingers through my hair. Part of me felt somewhat guilty over what I told Dyson but another, angrier part felt justified. He knew just how deeply I yearned for the excitement of battle and victory. He knew how it felt to be trapped behind the bars of over protective pack mates and parents. He knew that I absolutely loathed the title of princess. With a frustrated growl I peeled off my clothing, wrapped it into a tight ball within my cloak and shifted into my favorite form.
I hit the ground running with my makeshift cloak sack held securely between my teeth. I dove into the wall of trees that led to my prison.
"We must keep her safe! She was born early for a reason!"
"As a father and leader you must understand, this is an omen."
"Alpha, the pack desires her safety as a priority."
"Father, please, hear me out. I am your daughter. I have the bloodlines of two of the most well-known and powerful Alphas in the entire world. Please father, I am a warrior, I know I am."
Memories bombarded me as I ran, weaving my lithe body between the close knit trees of the dense woods. The wind weaving through my fur eased some of my frustration as I pushed my legs harder. My heart continued to beat steadily, almost unfazed by my extra exertion. My blood hummed with satisfaction when I neared the end of the forest surrounding the pack's home base in such a short time.
Before I exited the cover of the trees, I shifted and quickly threw on my clothing and cloak. It was always slightly difficult remembering the restrictions placed on changing forms when I was outside.
With a sullen droop of my shoulders, I walked forward, out of the darkness and toward the flickering light of the entrance lamps. My mother stood under the archway leading into The Den with folded arms over her chest. Her blue grey eyes watched me as I continued to draw closer.
"Lauren, I'd adjust your cloak a little more before you step through." Her voice held a light reprimand but was gentle. I smiled a little, taking off the article of clothing rather than futilely attempting to fiddle with it so it fell just right.
"Thanks, Mom," I told her, slinging it over my shoulder. She rolled her eyes at me, a smile of her own tugging at her lips.
"You are a handful, just like your father," she said playfully. When I walked through the archway, she looped her arm through mine and led me toward our home.
"Did I miss anything during my run?" We walked at a leisurely pace through the torch lit walkways of the pack grounds. Mother remained quiet for a moment, paying more attention to the houses we passed on our way to our home than me.
"The council is gathered," she whispered, dropping my arm to cross both of hers again. "I am certain that at the least your father sensed your reentry through the gateway."
I cursed under my breath, hoping that I would have made a clean return. "How much trouble do you think I'm in?"
"Just breathe, love, it shall be fine." I eased my shoulders with a nod, allowing myself to hear and trust in her words.
"Lauren Lucia Lewis, how dare you venture from these grounds without an escort?"
The roar of my father's words sliced through the sense of serenity my mother so briefly allotted me. He appeared from the shadows of nearby willow trees that framed the winding walkway leading to my family's home. His dark eyes were full of fury as he rushed forward to seize me by my arm. He gave my mother a poignant glare before yanking me into his angry embrace.
I felt more than heard the low rumble in his chest as he held me close. He loosened his hold on me at the soft sound of light footsteps approaching. We both looked to see the pack's entire council approaching with varying expressions of distress and rage. An elder named Dante stepped forward and spoke.
"Sir, now that the princess is within The Den, we must-"
"I must tend to my family before I can discuss anything more with anyone." The Alpha's thunderous voice caused me to wince which prompted his release of me.
"Alpha, with all due respect, we must discuss this," another council member insisted, casting me a dirty look. It didn't go unnoticed by anyone, and by anyone, I meant my father.
"Do you have an issue with my daughter, your princess?" he asked menacingly.
"N-no sir, I just-"
"Because remember, Quentin, I may be alpha but I am also a father."
"And as father and Alpha, you must keep her from harm's way. There is something loose that has all the Fae in a frenzy and she goes gallivanting off into the fading light alone!"
Other members added on, testing my father's will and patience. He shared his temper and pride with me and I knew that if they continued, a life would be put at risk.
"Silence." Everyone turned to look at my mother who had been quiet during the whole exchange. "Thank you." Her face remained impassive as she beckoned me to her with a crook of her finger.
"M'lady, you must understand, we all must be on alert! Your daughter is much more than just your daughter. She is vital to our pack."
"Yes, I understand that." She ran her calm gaze over all the people present before speaking once more. "My daughter's safety is important to everyone but you must understand that her wellbeing in general is far more important to me. Happiness equates to health and keeping her locked away does not make her happy. I understand you believe caging her will keep her safe, especially with this new threat to the Fae. But you must understand I will not stand by any longer. I am your Alpha as well and while you all debate over pack business and my husband takes lead on most things, I now take my role once more. As the Alpha Female, I have final say on any decisions that involve my daughter, the princess. I will attend all meetings from now on, starting on the first day of the next lunar cycle. I will provide further council on all issues."
"But, m'lady-"
"I have spoken. The next lunar cycle begins in two days' time, so I suggest you prepare my place at the head beside my mate. If the threat reaches The Den's enchanted borders, I wish to be informed and involved with all choices taken in order to prevent its entrance."
"M'lady, with all due respect, you have not been a key member of the council or Alpha Pair since the conception and birth of Lauren. How do you expect us to follow you so willingly?"
Grumbles of agreement rang through the elite of the pack, even among the women who once fought side by side with my mother. My father said nothing nor made a single movement to hint at his position on the topic.
"Do not fear, good friends, I am still the strategist I was seventy years ago. And another thing," she added, her voice steady and strong, "please respect my decisions and position of Alpha or else I will have to remind you how and why I came upon the title of Selene the Great She-Wolf." She met each council member's eyes with a small, regal smile before taking my hand and offering a small bow. "Now I shall retire to my home with my daughter. I wish a good night to each one of you."
As we made our short way home, I took the time to admire my mother's impeccable composure under the circumstances. The corners of her eyes remained relaxed, her posture remained rim rod straight, her ebony hair kept its perfection and her inner warrior maintained control over the allure of exerting dominance any more than necessary. Even after my father's initial outburst and the council's mild roar of indignation, she responded with the soothing yet stern voice only a woman in command could possess with a polite smile. It was something that I hoped to do one day.
"Mother, when do you think I will be able to show the pack how capable I am as an individual?" She silently considered my inquiry, thoughtfully tilting her head to the side as she decided her answer.
"There are many concerns to take into account, love. Never forget that you are a special member of this pack and because of that, you have sacrifices you must make." When we reached the door to my family's home, my mother hummed a low tune then turned the knob. We entered and the door closed itself with the magic that ran through the air of our pack's entire encampment.
"But mother, I don't understand why or how I can be so special to everyone and yet do nothing! You and I both know I have the ability to do so much. I scored higher than any other Fae in history when it came to the various tests one must undergo in order to determine eligibility for the Elders. I could be better than everyone!"
"Humility, Lauren," she chided before heading to my room. I muttered under my breath, mumbling as incoherently as I could so that she wouldn't understand even if she heard me.
"What I mean, mother, is that I would love to put my abilities to use in order to aid our people. I understand that as a pack, we exclude ourselves from the general politics of Fae but maybe we should increase a little communication." A startled look flitted across her face as she opened her mouth to speak but I interrupted before she could. "Just hear me out, please."
"Very well, but not tonight." She cupped my cheek then placed a kiss on my temple. "Sleep well, luna meum."
"Goodnight, mater," I answered, returning a kiss to her cheek. She gave me a sad smile before turning to walk away. When she left and closed the door behind her, I collapsed on my bed with a grunt. The soft, cool sheets caressed my exposed skin in a calming way. Moonlight filtered its way into my bedroom and cast lovely, dancing shadows to fall around me.
With a smile, I undressed myself and stood next to my bed. I let my body shift slowly, losing myself in the in the tingling sensation of my muscles and bones stretching and conforming to what I wanted. I let out a soft yip, flexing my paws and shaking my fur loose. Padding my way toward my dresser, I looked at myself in the mirror that rested upon it. My wolfy lips curled into as much a smile as they could as I examined myself.
My eyes were unlike the rest of nearly all the wolf population in the world; one remained the brown I had as a human and the other was a bright blue that glowed in any light. At times, for some uncertain reason, both my eyes took on either the brown or blue. My mother never stated anything about my eyes but I knew that she enjoyed looking at me and seeing that I had at least one of her eyes. She was the only other wolf in our pack to have an eye color different than yellow. Her eyes were the electric blue of my right eye and it was pretty amazing sharing that with her. Everyone in the Fae world loved to look at us in our wolf form.
From my eyes I looked upon the rest of my reflection, which was made up of my face and upper torso. My snout was a silvery grey that deepened in color as it flared out along my face. From my neck on, I was as dark as midnight during a new moon without stars. The only white that touched my fur was the tip of my ears and tail as well as my hind paws and a crescent moon on my forehead. Humility aside, I was incredibly proud of my lush and silky fur that was a nearly perfect blend of my family's colors. My coat was another anomaly among the wolves, particularly among my pack because every single member had a coat of one solid color save me.
I playfully bared my teeth at the mirror before trotting to my large window and propped myself down on the window bench. After a soft bark, magic opened my window and I rested my head over the edge. The cool window of the outdoors felt nice as it brushed against me. I stared up at the bright, waxing moon that hung proudly in the sky. Peace began to weave itself into my mind, relaxing my body and rocking me toward slumber. It had been a long day full of arguments, hurtful words, imprisonment and tantalizing freedom. I felt spent and finally fell asleep under the watchful light of Galata, my Mother Moon.
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