A/N: New Chapter, The chapters are gonna rotate points of view from
My back ached as I lay in bed. The night of hunting in the woods was good, but my back was going to rip me a new one if I stretched it any more. I could still taste the blood my mouth from the deer and smiled as I stared at the ceiling, concentrating on relaxing the muscles in my lower back. I could hear Alex lightly snoring in the next room and I knew he wasn't asleep by himself. My brother had inherited the looks of my beautiful mother. I got the brains, he got the looks.
However, I could have had plenty of the females in my pack. However, my human brain took over the wolf when it came to relationships. My last relationship had ended in her running away once she discovered I was a werewolf.
I pulled myself into a sitting position and looked into the mirror on my wall. My light brown hair flew everywhere and my brown eyes seemed to be glowing with sleep. My brother was handsome yes, but I wasn't the ugly pup of the bunch all that much. Most of the women just knew how to stay out of my way, and if they didn't, they were trying to get into my bed for bragging rights. Bragging rights of sleeping with the alpha male was a big thing in the pack these days.
I hated to say it, but I had slept with little over half of the pack before realizing what a waste it was. I didn't want any of the females of my pack. Sure they were smart, or mean, or pretty, but never any of those things together. Most the of the females of the pack were pretty, and damn right stupid when it came to using their god-given brains. Maybe out there I would someday find someone who needed protection, or a pack. I would bring her in, and she would be mine. However, for now, I needed to stop worrying about my women problems, and focus on walking down the hallway without waking Alex and his little fling of the evening.
The Next Morning
I drank my black coffee on the porch and waved as fellow members walked by the front of my cabin. Yes, cabin. In this day and age you couldn't exactly hide a huge pack of werewolves in the city. I looked forever before finally finding this wonderful hiding spot up in the Sierra Nevada hills of California. Many people knew rich, movie stars, or famous people resided up here for peace. Frankly, ours was an issue of safety. Vampires could hide their numbers underground in the cit, but when you need to hunt and run free on all fours in the fur, you can't exactly do that on Main Street.
The cabins were positioned in a somewhat circle. Our rank system was displayed with the way the families were positioned. Next to my cabin was Michael, the second in command. After Michael's cabin was Angie, the doctor/nurse in the hospital cabin. Continuing on you found families, singles, and eventually found yourself back at my cabin. So, situated between Michael and the lowest wolves' cabin was mine. It may have seemed weird, but after nearly three years you couldn't go wrong. Fights occurred, as always, but they were resolved quite quickly when the women stepped in. Sometimes I thought the women had more power that I did, in fact I was quite certain of it. Most men were more afraid of their wives' judgment than mine. I couldn't blame them really.
As I stood there the cool morning air seeped in and out of the bottom of my jeans and over my bare feet. I pulled my sweatshirt down a little bit while staring into the center of the valley created by the cabins. In the very center stood the bonfire almost constantly going. The first night of every wolfs first hunt a great party was held around the bonfire. The first night of Alex's hunt was one of the most well known, due to the fact that that was the first night that Alex had ever gotten drunk. Let's just say some of the stuff he never lived down.
"Andrew!" I looked over toward the call to Angie running toward me from the hospital cabin. I waved, but quickly sat down my cup on the wooden railing and stepped out onto the ground when I saw how flustered her face looked. I laid a hand on her back as she caught her breath. Unlike everyone here, Angie wasn't a wolf, but she had pulled rank and been promoted to one of the most highly-respected and trusted humans we came in contact with.
"Angie," I said while she caught her breath, "What's wrong dear?"
"Hospital wing," she said after finally leveling out her breathing, "werewolf cub born, mother out of control."
"Oh shit," I said while running to the hospital cabin. I opened the glass doors and ran inside, took a left, a right, and ran into the birthing room. There in the bed was a half-changed female wolf. It was Thomas's wife, Sheila. She had a hand that was a claw, and the other was holding the railing. She was trying to shift but unlike most humans think; werewolves do have their weak points. When having children most mothers were good enough at controlling themselves not to go out control.
I didn't really feel the need to change, abnormal strength was in my favor. I rushed to the bed and took hold of the clawed arm. With her back arching Sheila quickly turned and made a snap at me. The wolf brain had taken over, no hope of talking her down when it came to this step of the change, no recognition. Angie, the faithful doctor was there, syringe in hand. I had to get on top of Sheila to hold her down fully. It may not sound easy, but with abnormal strength I could easily hold the claw hand and the normal hand in one hand, her legs were pinned with mine, and my other hand was holding down her head so that she couldn't take another snap at me. Angie injected the serum and it was over. As soon as it had begun it was over. I removed myself from atop of Sheila as she fell into her sleep, her clawed hand slowly falling into its normal phase again.
"Thanks Andrew," Angie said while tying down Sheila. It may seem horrible, but sometimes the girls, and guys for that matter, woke up as insane as they were when given the serum.
"Angie" I replied while shaking my head, "I think, putting up with us, is one of the bravest things I've ever known a human to do."
"Oh you flatterer!" she replied while hitting him with her slightly wrinkled hand, "You'll find a young woman one of these days. God help us then! That is when the heroes will be made."
"She'd have to be a hero just to look at me and not run!" I replied. I took Angie's arm and walked with her back through the cabin. In sitting her down I noticed a slight pull in her face as she sat down on her chair. I had to add twenty-five years with forty-five. She's seventy years old now, not a spring chicken. I smile and kiss her hand, the hand of my mother gently.
My Cabin – Midday
"Come on Andrew!" Alex said as he munched on his sandwich.
"Why? I haven't been to a club in nearly four years! Why would I want to go now?" I reply to my younger brother. I tower over him since he's sitting on the couch and I stand back, letting him feel a lot more open.
"You haven't had a girl in nearly six months," he replies while swallowing the last bit of his sandwich, "You need a new one. Besides, it's not a full moon, you'll be fine."
"No shit Sherlock," I reply as I pull on a white tank, "I just don't want to be around all those…humans." Alex snorts and laughs.
"Humans?" he replies, "Not all are humans. There will be other wolves and sometimes maybe vampires. Plus there are humans!" he stands up and comes to face me. I finally nod, and he jumps around like a baby pup.
