Super fast A/N; Writers Block is a real disease, avoid it at all costs.
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"Make no mistake… she longs to speak to the animal he hides."
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Unquenchable Thirst
Wolsey's POV
I took full advantage of Bears return to escape Wynter's third degree trial and the eager audience awaiting my participation. Wallowing in my own freshly baked humiliation, I mumbled a rushed apology towards Nina for ruining her top, not granting her any time for retaliation as I scurried away using Bea's shape as my own shielding force. Nina's laser'ed lava stare sizzled the trail of hairs covering my nape, eliciting unwanted shivers to claim my spine and my pace to speed up considerably, gripping onto Bear's arm with little to no excuse of my poor behavior for dragging her like a madwoman past the hallway and into the main foyer, a sigh of pure contentment eventually leaving my lips once the kitchen's entry was obscured from view.
Reminiscing what had elapsed earlier only managed to stir the cravings awake, not that they have ever left to begin with. Ever since that redheaded girl had slashed the palm of her hand open while fumbling with the padlock of her locker scarcely away from my stance, the insanely rich scent of her blood dripping in thick rivulets down her fingers, had been ingrained in my brain, making a permanent nest there and if I allowed my eyelids to drop, I swear I could just taste the bitter carmine substance in the back of my throat, its unique flavor bubbling warmly on my tongue. Saliva pooled in my mouth at the thought, my gums ached past the comfortable limit, I could sense the excruciating elongation of my canines floundering to break through as the stinging in the sclera of my eyes suddenly worsen, bringing moisture to the corner of my dark orbs.
The invisible yearning for blood was now clouding my every thought making it impossible to tune in Bear's rambling, yet I somehow found it in myself to pull through the beastly inhumane haze that surrounded me, picturing grandpa's Edwards soothing drawl in my mind always anchored me back, somehow.
I had made it far to fuck up now, especially when by doing so meant putting my family on the line. Definitely not an option.
I was brusquely shaken off my self-induced reverie at the impact of an elbow digging itself in between my ribs from my left side, an audible 'owww' abandoned my lips at the assault evoking my attention to divert to my newly acquired form of friendship in the shape of my brothers imprint.
"What was that for?!" I groaned, rubbing my side only to be met by silence and a not so smooth movement from Bear's head, which clearly signaled to whatever it was that had caused such reaction from her. My eyes finally shifted to take in the situation unfolding ahead of us.
Styrofoam peanuts were messily stuffed in what appear to be a pair of sporty trainers, conforming swollen chubby legs, moving upwards along an uncovered, of course, worked torso and past the unmistakable wolf tribal tattoo from the Rez cult you couldn't pass up the layers after layers of meticulously wrapped transparent inflatable bubble wrappers that shielded the male's entire countenance, like a handy made helmet leaving a small opening for his enthused glimmering eyes. As if this wasn't wicked enough, another male seemed to be toying with the aforementioned one, by using him as a form of punching bag.
"Really Rom?" Bea's eyes wondered crossly to the male punching bubble man's head alternating between punches and kicks to his funny looking joggers sending waterfalls of styrofoam peanuts to soar in every direction under the impact. My heed was captivated by his unusual eyes, though, seeing as he had mismatching shades for both of them, being his left eye a blue Caribbean shade that reminded me instantly of Nina while his right one presented a maroon opaque beige much like Moose's.
"Hey, don't knock it till you try," boxer guy said, grabbing a hold of bubble man's anatomy to keep him from swaying like a pendulum. Both of his tufted brows rose in surprise when his gaze finally found mine, a contagious smile already forming on his lips. "The one and only Wolsey Black, you look even prettier than the photos," he formally stretched his hand to mine for what I assumed was a shake, but proved to be wrong as he only baited me to yank me in one go into his scorching sweaty chest, soon engulfing me in a welcoming hug.
Hugger junkies. The house seemed to be overflowing with them. Not that I was complaining, not in the slightest bit.
I pulled back to offer him a tentative smile that made the one dancing on his lips to stretch even further upwards. "Nathaniel Clearwater, and this bubble moron is Rommel Atheara, it's a relief to finally meet you,"
"Mind doing the honors?" I watched Bear for further confirmation finding her worrying her bottom lip.
"Fuck it,"she was the first to deliver a punch from the left into Rommel's bubble wrapped head, sending him with momentum in our direction, I only hesitated for one second in which Nate ducked to whisper against the shelf of my ear, "go" my hand balls into a fist afore connecting with Rommel's head, sending him flying in the other direction a bubbly giggle parting my lips soon after at the weirdly satisfying feeling of relieving some pent-up tension.
We kept volleying with rom's head for a bit longer.
"Wol,"the berating timber of Wynter's voice reaches my ears, halting my actions to a brusque stop.
Even though a strong part of me wished for nothing but to placate my brother's concern and heed his soon to be expressed speech I stood right on my spot, anchored unmovingly on the hardwood flooring, defending my ground.
"Cut the frowning party Wynnie 'm fine."
A huff of mild annoyance reverberated on my back as I was unexpectedly dragged to the farthest corner of the lounge, Bea and Nate pretty much oblivious to our exchange as they kept goofing around with Rommel.
"Only If you promise me you'll hunt something soon, you know you can't only survive on human food munchkin, especially not after what has transpired today on your first day," his warm hand descends on my shoulder, squeezing the expanse of it before forcing me to turn and face him with a subtle motion. My neck cranes just the slightest bit as I sheepishly gnaw on my bottom lip, only releasing the muscle to sigh dejectedly.
"Dad ratted me out I see."
"He did, but only because he knows how you tend to self-punish yourself when you believe you have slips up, which is nothing but bull and you know it since you didn't assault that girl at all." His eyes bore into mine with such fierce intensity that has me nodding before I can fully heed to my own actioning.
"I'll hunt a squirrel or a pigeon before the thirst cramps get to be too strong I promise Wynnie," his orbs refuse to leave mine searching for some possible dishonesty in my statement, but he must have found none as he flashes me his trademark crooked grin, lifting his much bigger pinkie in between us. I can only respond with a smile of my own making as I mimic his motion and lace my own pinkie to his, silently sealing our promise.
"Don't tell Wy, 'kay? I don't want to make a big fuss of it, he's having such a field day with his imprint and the rest of the pack I don't want to take that away from him, not today at least," Wynter's hesitance over the matter at hand has me reaching over to squeeze his arm trying my best to demonstrate my adamancy, "Please, Wynnie." His gaze stays on mine for a second too long before he nods dolefully, bending his stance slightly to warp a lazy arm around the expanse of my shoulders to haul me closer, a chuckle suddenly disrupting the calm atmosphere that had dome'ed around us.
"You met Bear, huh?"
"She's um..." I racked my brain for the perfect adjective to describe the overly effusive girl I had priory met. "She's—"
"A nutcase in need of a special warden? A walking tongue who lacks an off button plus a filter? The proper breathing definition of a sugar rush?"
I swat Wynter's bicep with the back of my hand, nudging him playfully to the side as I feel my traitorous lips shifting upwards in amusement, "'was going to say bubbly and quite welcoming but sure, we'll go with that. I like her, though, firecracker-ish attitude and all, she means well, plus Wy looks at her as if she's hung the moon and carved the constellations by hand, all in one big combo, 's sweet actually, especially when she reciprocates that stare by tenfold if not more."
A groan whooshes past his lips as he faux dramatizes raising his arms to the ceiling to add more to the theatrics "You have barely scratched the surface there, Wy's so ridiculously whipped Wol, like you wouldn't believe, he gravitates towards her 25/7 and I'm 110% certain his testosterone has been replaced by rainbows and unicorn dust just you wait to listen to half the corny shit he parrots around her it's diabetically sickening I'm telling yah."
"Awwwww," I can't help but coo, bouncing on the heel of my feet to reach over and pinch one of his cheeks only releasing my grip when the dermis turns a soft rosy shade. "Am I seeing a green monster climbing all over you like a tree? Jealousy is not a good color on you Wynnie," I scrunch up my nose and poke at one of the gaping holes in his moss green Ghostbusters tank top flicking one of his nipples in the process.
"Seriously though, this thing is hideous I know you got it from Comic-Con and you're like the ultimate fan and whatnot but a goodbye is way past due here. I'm a firm believer in recycling you should definitely give it a chance, I mean really, what would Aunt Alice think of such tragic sense of fashion? I'll bet she'll disown your sorry ass faster than you can learn to spell Vogue, trust me on this one."
"Plu-ease lil fry, I don't do jelly it's ill consuming, being imprint-less is the best feeling in the world, no one to tie you down or nag you about stuff you shouldn't be worrying about in the first place, not my style at all, nope." His lips smack separately with an irritating popping sound that makes the p in that nope stand out. "Also, I'm not getting rid of my precious, got it when I was twelve with uncle Em, we got matching ones in the comic con convention, it's even signed by Bill Murray aka Peter Venkman in the flesh, so nope, sorry not sorry, my baby stays even if am condemned to face the wrath of Gucci Tinkerbell then so be it."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
A not too subtle wolf whistle reverberates around us, instantly ending our short-lived bickering.
"Ah ah ah… just the person I wanted to see, wanna work those noodlish arms and help me gather some wood for the bonfire, Black?" Camden shoves a mass of logs into my brothers arms, catching him bit of guard as he stumbles under the added weight, his mischievous eyes flash to mine then, a goofy smirk curling on his lips as he bends to engulf my entire anatomy in a fast embrace, accommodating one of his arms so his hand finds solace in the back of my neck, the ghosting pressure barely felt as he thumbs gently at the trail of hairs in my nape. I smile against his chest automatically returning the offered affection by circling my arms around his middle, the gentle gesture coming naturally to me.
"Is good to finally meet yah lil cuz,"warm lips press lightly on the crown of my head and I grin as Denny pulls back to tuck some untamable wild curls that mar my features behind my ear.
"I believe we have years of embarrassing stories to catch up on, wouldn't yah agree? I pack lots of dirt on your twin sibs after all, first shift, first patrol, detonating a gasket and first fight, ensuing scores and bets, and, of course, imprint fiascoes and crushes names," he gifts me a cheeky wink eliciting a hearty laugh from me "You name it cuz, I have it," I had the foreshadowing vibe that Denny and I were off to the greatest of starts as Wynnie mumbled angrily behind the pile of logs he was nursing against his chest. My laugh escalated a bit in pitch at my brother's obvious discomfort and I nodded quite elated at Camden, rubbing my palms together as I replied,
"Can't wait." Aunt Becca's son grins conspiringly at me before turning to aid Wynter with some of the heavy load he left in his arms, blissfully marching his way to the back yard as he whistles for someone else's attention on his path.
Wynter shocking face of betrayal is priceless and traces of my residual laughter are soon expressed in the form of short-lived giggles. My brother shakes his head battling the amusement on his features and points both his index and middle finger to his eyes before dropping the middle digit to signal to me with the remaining one, in a clear 'I'm watching you' fashion that has me rolling my eyes and thus earning a row of chuckles from a passing by Corbin which only halts momentarily to muss my already chaotic hair.
Both males soon indulge into some argument about football and vacancy for newbies that I most definitely tune out. The cramps in my stomach were worsening past the painful limits turning into an unbearable ablaze sting that demands my anatomy to double over and retch the muffin I had from Emily hardly 30 minutes ago. Miraculously managing to keep the contents of my unruly stomach at bay I maneuvered my anatomy to the nearest exit thanking the gods above for not bumping into any other member of the Rez pack on my hasty escapade.
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The humid breeze that carried the forest hit my face full force, clearing my senses and washing away if only for a little bit the nausea and pulsing sickness. My senses were sharpening at an incredible fast pace making me all that much conscious of my new entourage, my nostrils flared with the scent of what would soon be my prey and focusing entirely on that and nothing else, I finally let myself go.
It didn't take long for primal instinct to kick in.
The white hare wasn't on the smaller scale but it rarely reached adulthood standards, making it all that much perfect for me, sensing as its blood was still developing within its system and the perfume-y smell that impregnated his fur was at its sweetest peak. The chase was over just as soon as it started. The unaware creature now thrashing frighteningly on my grip, struggling for a life he no longer possessed.
The tip of my fangs had barely skimmed the fur on the hare's neck when the crunch of a twig snapping in half rang in my ears, sending all of my senses into overdrive as I swirled in my stance to catch the presence looming around.
A mountainous sinister shadow skulks in between pines, its shape being easily sheltered from sight. It doesn't take long for it to emerge from the camouflaging darkness, finally exposing itself in all its intimidating glory.
The fleeting voice in my mind telling me to flee the field was completely subdued by the shrewd gaze of the beast that stood scarcely away from reach. His orbs refused to abandon mine, judging my every move. The specs of whiskey adorning his hazel irises were like pools of sunflowers and suddenly I was a bee, completely enamoured and entranced by them, lured into uncharted territory. The grip I had on the white hare grew lax and limp just before my human side simmered to the surface, leaving me choking on a small whimper as realization finally dawned on me.
This beast was no ordinary beast, his hirsute form was humongous, and he carried himself with an eerie aura of dominance. His fur was an auburn mix that contrasted greatly with his glimmering secretive eyes, some hints of sandy patches marring his front paws were barely noticeable by the rays of light projected in between ponderosa ominous trees.
He was taller than Wyatt and Wynter. In fact, he was a few measly inches shy from Dad's form.
He, undoubtedly, belonged to the Rez pack.
Completely cemented in my spot and unable to cease the self-shaming feeling consuming my bloodstream I started to unconsciously hunch over, trying to camouflage my anatomy to the wilderness surrounding me to no avail. The animal in my hands took full advantage of my throbbing discomfort to leap off my grip and dash across the clearing just in the nick of time for my knees to buckle and take me with them in an unceremonious heap to the dewy ground. The sting in my bloodshot orbs was painfully fading as my elongated canines retracted to their gums confines. I didn't realize I had shut my eyes close till the timber of bones giving under pressure filled my eardrums. My chocolate mud orbs blinked awake, fear abducting my entire system as I waited with bated breath to place the origin of the sickening sound. I didn't have to wait for long to come across the carcass of the white hare I had previously preyed upon, occupying the spot the wolf had stood on, hardly seconds ago.
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Guess what next chaptie is going to be in DJ's POV ;) keep me motivated by reviewing please