*in Riley's voice* "Yeah YEAAHH!" Wassup ya'll! I hope you liked the Prologue! A big THANK YOU to my first reviewers: Chel29, RabbitMelody, GREENPEACE1990. Ya'll are the bomb!

Another introductory chapter here, just laying out the Official start of the plot. I'm not planning on making this a long story. But if it does end up as such, I doubt ya'll will complain lolol.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN The Boondock's CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THIS STORY!

Enjoy!


Twenty six year-old Jazmine sat on the porch of her one-bedroom log cabin in Libby, Montana, aggressively biting and chewing away at a fresh rabbit she trapped and cooked up. She liked to eat before shifting and going out. Usually, she would go and hunt something as a wolf and eat it raw. It was quicker, but the hair balls were a total bitch (no pun intended) and she would end up burning more energy than what she ingested. Plus, she was going to need all her strength if she sent for her tonight, so it was best to eat now and fuel up until then.

It was the perfect night in early spring, March. The snows have melted, but frost still covered the surface when the sun went to sleep. The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight. The stars twinkled beautifully in the sky next to the large half-moon. The plains and hills came alive under its light. The air was still and crisp, and filled with the fresh scent of pine sap. She could hear the noises of the nocturnal animals getting ready for their nightly routine. Oh yes… tonight was going to be a good night. Jazmine's instincts confirmed that fact just before the sound of a faint howl arose over the expanse.

"OWWUUUU! OWW OWW OWWWOWWUUUU!"

"Sparkle…" Jazmine whispered. The youngest female of the pack, also the weakest. She was the runt of the family so she was automatically the Omega. She slept on the outside of the pile, got the scraps of what was left from the hunt, if any at all, and was easily pushed around and bullied. But she was still kind, gentle, and always had a glimmering hint in her eye no matter what, hence the nickname Jazmine gave her. Jazmine stood up for her any way she could and would sometimes let Sparkle have her share of the scraps. She needed it more than Jazmine did. She was like the little sister Jazmine never had.

She knew the distinct howls of every member of the pack that took her in. For some reason, Sparkle was the first to sound out the nightly hunt call, which was odd. It was usually…

"AAARRRWWUUUUUUUU! WWOOOOOOO! OWWWUUUUU!"

"Jester." The adolescent male wolf. He was the jokester of the pack, always wanting to play and getting on the pack's nerves. He wasn't the strongest, but he was agile and fast. He was sort of like the errand wolf, keeping lookout, venturing ahead and making sure the coast was clear, always the first to put his life on the line for his pack, making him the Delta. Jester and Jazmine got in countless playful scuffles, perfecting their fighting skills and keeping each other entertained. She had a stronger telepathic connection with him than any other wolf in the pack. He was like a twin brother to her who would always make sure she was okay. If she hasn't seen the pack in a few days, he would visit her at her cabin by himself and chill out on her porch. He didn't care about seeing her in human form. Her scent was still the same, so he still recognized her.

There were more wolves that joined the chorus, too many for Jazmine to decipher separately. But one stood out from the rest.

"Diesel." Jazmine smirked and shook her head as she took another snarly bite out of the fatty thigh of her rabbit. He was the eldest male in the pack, the Gamma, a complete show-off, but undeniably strong and an awesome hunter. Jazmine had to keep her distance from him. The fact that the pack knew Jazmine wasn't all wolf didn't stop Diesel from wanting to treat her like a possible mate. Jazmine had to give him more than several warning growls to get him to back off from nipping at her fur and attempting to mount her! And that definitely didn't sit well with his older sister.

"OOWWWUUUUUUUU! RAWWWWUUUUU WOOWWWWUUUUUU!"

"Moxie..." Jazmine grumbled as she rolled her eyes. She was the eldest female and the Beta she-wolf. She was second in command and with good reason. She was quick to snap on a wolf out of line and she didn't have a problem establishing who had the upper paw, displaying her strength and dominance every opportunity she got. She was also the first wolf of the pack Jazmine crossed.

At eighteen years-old, wolf-Jazmine was hunting in their territory, and accidentally stole Moxie's kill who was also on a separate, but simultaneous hunt. That caused the two to get into a full-blown brawl. Jazmine would have killed her too, had the rest of the pack, including Moxie's younger siblings, not jumped in and nearly ended her first. But one wolf pulled them back, saving Jazmine's life just in time.

The final howl to join was the loudest, most beautiful, and clearest howl of all.

"Twilight." The Alpha-female of the pack. When she came across Jazmine, all bit up and injured by her pack, something told her to leave this specimen that looks like a wolf to die. She did take her Beta's kill and nearly killed her after all. But something happened.

Jazmine inadvertently shared a telepathic moment with Twilight. It frightened Jazmine at first, but she didn't fight it. She saw gory images in Twilight's mind, witnessing the death of her mate, the former Alpha-male of the pack. He was killed by poachers and carried off, tied by the feet to a spit. The pack was deeply affected, but none as much as Twilight. Jazmine felt her pain and anguish as her own. But despite her losses, Twilight took up the reigns like the true Queen she was and led the pack without a fault. With the death of her mate, she gained his strength, his leadership, and his grit.

And in return, Twilight telepathically sensed Jazmine's fear, her loneliness, her confusion: all the common traits of a lone wolf. This thing looked like a wolf, but she didn't think like a wolf, which made Twilight all the more curious. How could this imitator be capable of sharing the pack telepathy? She had a last minute change of heart. So that's why she had Sparkle and Jester guide injured wolf-Jazmine away from their territory, leaving their scent along the way so Twilight could find her and find out more about this abomination.

Since that night, Twilight treated Jazmine like her own cub, teaching her how to properly hunt, how to track, how to burrow, how to communicate, basically how to act like a real wolf. Some lessons were easy, others were hard and sometimes violent. But this imitator's resiliency and versatility further earned Jazmine Twilight's trust. And Jazmine not once dishonored that trust. She was already well educated in the human knowledge of survival in the wilderness. Wolf knowledge and reality was a completely different ball game, one that Jazmine came to respect and to love.

Of course, Jazmine had to trail behind as an Omega with Sparkle,as to not mess up the hierarchical structure of the pack, but by her hunting skills and how easily she almost took Moxie down, the pack knew she was no normal Omega bitch. Moxie still gave her hell, and Jazmine had no other choice but to bow to her will if she wanted to remain in this family. The bitch had it in for Jazmine since the first night they met, but Moxie knew better than to charge at her.

She knew Jazmine was stronger than her, and Jazmine's strength was recognized by the rest of the pack, making it easier for her to lose her position should she pick a fight. Of course, Jazmine would have no other choice but to stick up for herself if it came to that , but she didn't desire Moxie's position. This was a real wolf pack. And she was a… werewolf, she knew that now. What sense would it make for her to hold such high rankings in a world that she would never be complete in? She loved her wolf family, but she had to remind herself that she was still human.

It's been a lonely life, being what she was. It took a long time for her to get her life back on track. She used some of the money her ex-adoptive parents left her to buy a low-down truck from a sketchy dealership. Thankfully, she had her license already. And despite the numerous bags that this underage adolescent was carrying, they didn't ask any questions. So she paid them in full and hit the road, driving nonstop, until she reached a motel here in Libby. There was also a diner across the street with a 'Now-Hiring' sign in the window.

Billy Gunther and Jaime Morris, the motel and diner owners respectively, were long time business neighbors and friends. Even though she was only sixteen, Billy said Jazmine could rent out a room as a permanent occupant for however long she needed with a discount! And Morris hired Jazmine to clean dishes for a few months before he let her start serving and earning tips. She worked there full-time during the week, and when she reached twenty-one, she started bartending at a neighboring bar on weekends. Shortly after, she had more than enough saved to rent out this cabin, which was very cheap, yet very comfortable.

Jazmine got on Gunther and Morris' last nerves with how much she thanked and thanked them for helping her all this time. And she kept offering to pay them back somehow, but they wouldn't allow it. They were more than happy to help. She never took their aid for granted which was more than they could say for locals who have lived there and known them their whole lives.

The locals were friendly to her at least and very welcoming. Although, they were awfully curious about the new biracial out-of-towner with no history or family to speak of. Nonetheless, she couldn't be more content with how her life turned out despite the circumstances.

As for her new adoptive family, if it weren't for them, Jazmine didn't know where she would be. She's gotten in better touch with her wild side and shared a bond with these beautiful animals that was so strong and intense, she would go immense lengths of time just to spend time with them before she returned to her human form. She would be exhausted when she got home though.

Jazmine sucked the skeleton clean, and threw it off her porch, releasing a big belch. She let her food digest for several more minutes and relaxed into her cushioned porch chair, letting the faint Montana breeze cool her fiery skin. She listened to the melodious rings of her wind chimes hanging from the wooden roof of her porch, almost dozing off to sleep. Then she smelled something, and lifted her head. She sniffed and sniffed some more before looking dead ahead to see two, gleaming red eyes appear in the gust of the fog that layered over the plain.

"Hello, Jester," Jazmine smirked as her golden wolf eyes began to glow back at him. She saw him blink once, signifying he heard her. She could sense his anxiety and could telepathically sense that Twilight had sent him to fetch her with just as much eagerness.

"I guess Moxie can't bring down a full-sized moose like I can, huh boy?" Jazmine asked softly. He was far out from her cabin, but she knew he could hear her. She sensed him huffing and growling as he was getting impatient. He didn't have time for her to be tooting her own horn. He was HUNGRY! "Alright, alright. Here I come."

Jazmine stood up and removed her sweater and bra, before unzipping her jeans and kicking off her boots as she fell on all fours and shifted to wolf form. Right as she did so, the chorus of her pack's howling resumed and she heard her Alpha-mother above all of them. Jazmine lifted her white muzzle straight to the starry sky and released a series of howls to the half-moon, making Jester across the way, do the same.

"OOOOWWUUUUUUUUUWOOWWWWUUUUU AAARWWUUUUUU!"

"AAARRRWWUUUUUUUU! WWOOOOOOO! OWWWUUUUU!"

She leapt off her porch and darted in his direction, feeling the hard, crunchy grass and twigs beneath her feet, gripping and releasing the earth between her claws, breathing in the scent of the forest, feeling the wind on her furry cheeks. And the closer she got to him, the stronger she felt and she knew she would feel even mightier when they caught up to the rest of the pack.

When she was nearing him, Jester had already turned around and began running as well. When she caught up to him, she gave him a couple playful nibbles on his ear and face as they ran. Jester yipped and yelped as he returned her affections and they disappeared into the darkness of the canopy of the trees, ready to take on the promise of a new night.


"COME ON HUEY! PULL NIGGA!" Michael Caesar, the Gamma, shouted, pounding the ground with his fists.

"RILEY YOU BETTER TUG! LOCK THEM JAWS UP FOOL! TUGGG!" Cindy McPhearson roared. She was the Gamma-female, Caesar's mate.

"ALPHA MAN! ALPHA MAN! ALPHA MAN!" Ming Long-Dou chanted.

"BETA MAN! BETA MAN! BETA MAN!" Hiro Otomo chanted over her. He was the Delta wolf and Ming was his mate, making her the Delta-female.

The rest of the pack in attendance cheered, chanted and taunted around the Alpha and Beta wolves as they tugged from either side of a five-foot rope with their fanged jaws.

Twenty seven year-old Huey Freeman was a large, all black wolf, with dark red glowing eyes. His twenty five-year old brother, Riley Freeman was an equally large wolf with dark brown fur and a tan undercoat, with bright neon green eyes. They pulled and tugged back and forth until they got to a stand still. Neither of them gave another inch as they tensed their shoulders and stuck their claws in the hay, breathing and growling.

'Give up Riley' Huey thought to him telepathically.

'No way in hell, nigga!' Riley chomped down harder and began swinging his head, giving him more leeway. Huey only let up just a little, giving his little brother the smallest hint of confidence as the red tie in the center of the rope inched towards his brother's side. Huey was waiting for just the right moment.

"THERE YA GO REEZY! KEEP GOIN'! KEEP GOIN'! GO GO GO!" Cindy stood up and started jumping.

"HE'S GOT IT! HE'S GOT IT!" Hiro's eyes widened as he slowly rose out of his seat.

"You two clearly don't pay enough attention," Ming shook her head.

"SWEAR TO GOD if I lose this fucking bet! Shit!" Caesar threw his hands up as he turned away from the contest. He couldn't look.

Huey dug his claws in again, returning the tension in the rope. By the crease in Riley's furry brows, he could tell he was wearing down. His plan worked.

"Getting tired?" Huey taunted. He took a hard step back and the red tie followed.

"Fuck you!" Riley hollered in his head. He continued to thrash and swing his head about. He mistakenly lifted up off his front paws. The mistake that Huey was waiting for.

"Pause…" Huey thought back. His inferno eyes gleamed devilishly, and Riley knew he fucked up. Huey flexed every muscle in his back and legs, and swung the rope in a semi circle before releasing it behind him, hammer-throwing a howling Riley straight into the barn wall and falling into a wagon of hay.

"YOOOOO!" Caesar yelled behind his fist.

"Ohhh SHHHHIITTT!" Cindy winced.

"DAAAAAAMMMNNN!" Hiro added.

"Told you.." Ming shrugged.

The whole barn roared in ovation. Huey ran in a victory circle, stomping his front paws with pride and growling dominantly, before sitting up straight and sticking his nose straight in the air, releasing a triumphant howl. The four high-ranked wolves, as well as the rest of the pack joined in, making the roof of the place start to shake.

Riley popped his furry head out of the hay and hopped out of the wagon, shaking the hay off his body before limping his way back over to his older brother. He bowed down respectfully with a defeated whine, waiting for Huey to acknowledge him. He gave a simple nod and Riley rose back up.

Riley was the only one, and sometimes Caesar and Hiro, who could speak profanely to him, even outside of an honest game of tug-of-war. Anyone else, and they were in for a brutal awakening. But they still showed their utmost respect after the fact. As the crowd started heading out of the barn, Caesar quickly made his rounds and collected his winnings.

"Thank you!... Thank you!.. Aye YO! Don't try sneaking out of here nigga, PAY UP!... Thank you!.. Ayeeee thank YOU!" Caesar hit the "Woo" as he received a $50 bill and held it up to the light. Cindy just shook her head at her goofy mate. "Filet Mignon for dinner bae?"

"Mmmmm," Cindy leaned in to him, playing with his dreadlocks. "A nice, thick, tender… juicy piece of meat is just what I need." She heard Caesar growl in his chest.

"Don't play wit' me," his eyes glowed a bright red. Cindy smirked as they leant in and shared a heated kiss.

"Get a cave!" Ming grimaced.

"I know you not talkin'! Just last night I thought someone was blasting anime porn all throughout the compound! Better learn to put a muzzle on it bitch!" Cindy looked her up and down.

"At least she's not faking it," Hiro retorted as he walked up behind Ming and kissed her neck.

"AYE! Just what the fuck you tryna say?!" Caesar stepped towards him.

"Mothafucka' I ain't no actress!" Cindy growled.

"Hmph, Academy Awards says otherwise," Ming crossed her arms.

"BITCH!?..." Cindy shouted as she cocked her head.

"Correct! That I am!" Ming stated winking her eye and pointing her finger.

Huey and Riley both shifted back to human form, releasing a final growl as they stood up.

"Damn, nigga. You ain't had to toss me like 'dat!" Riley groaned as he rubbed his ribs.

"That'll teach you not to let up off your stance. Caught you slacking," Huey smirked. Riley smacked his lips.

Two women approached them with their clothes, with suggestive smirks on their faces.

"Amazing feat, Master," the first woman said flirtatiously before peering up and down at his god-like body and handing him his clothes.

"Thanks." Huey said stoutly as he took his clothes from her.

"Good fight, Riley," the second woman said sincerely.

"That's Lord Beta to you! Was you even watching the same contest, Bitch?" Riley spat. Both girls jumped back. "'Good fight,' my ass! BEAT IT!" Riley gestured his head, and the mid-rank she-wolves left without a second glance.

"Take it easy, Riley," Huey said as they slipped on their boxers and buttoned up their jeans. The pack was always shifting together, so seeing each other naked wasn't anything new. It was their nature. "It was an honest competition. Don't take it personal."

"Yeah, whatever. I almost had it," Riley threw on his Chicago Bulls jersey and winced again as he held his left ribs.

"Go see Osena," Huey ordered throwing on his shirt.

"Nah, I'm good."

Huey gave him a look. Riley rolled his eyes and turned to head out until the middle child of the Triplets, Marigold, approached them. She and her sisters were thirty years-old, full-blooded Sioux Native American and were the elite healers of the pack.

"Master," she bowed her head.

"Yes, Marigold?"

"Osena requests an audience with you and Lord Beta, straightaway," she said softly with her eyes lowered. Her two dark braids fell over the front of her shoulders and all the way down to her hips, accessorized with tribal berets.

Osena was a fifty year-old indigenous Aboriginal, medicine werewolf, more specifically, the "Witch Doctor" of the pack. She has practiced and unlocked the secrets of spiritual healing that's been passed down to her from her mother, her grandmother, and so on. She, as well as other elder members of the pack, was a member long before Huey became PackMaster. The Triplets joined soon after and served under Osena, who treated them like her prodigies. They enhanced their healing powers by incorporating their own native practices and techniques, under the influence of Osena's teachings and wisdom. Werewolves already have biological speedy-healing abilities, whether it be a flesh wound, broken bones, or sickness. But it took hours and was a more painful process, whereas with the elite healers themselves, it could be fixed in a matter of seconds with less pain. They have kept this pack healthy and strong for as long as Huey has been Alpha. He considered himself lucky every day that he had them in his pack.

Huey wasn't particularly big on religion, but he was a firm believer in spiritual forces. It's what unified a wolf pack together, a theory Osena has preached to him over a dozen times. She knew the laws and origins of their species front to back, for werewolf folklore in her culture wasn't just bedtime stories told to children, werewolves were seen as divine spirits. Which was why Huey took heed to her advice and council without question. She was not only a powerful healer, but an insightful psychic as well. She had brief visions, or sometimes dreams, that forewarned her of drastic impending occurrences that could impact the pack. Sometimes they were good, sometimes they were bad. Either way, Huey always took her visions seriously.

"Was just on my way there anyway. But since you here now, would you mind?" Riley lifted his jersey to show where his ribs were already starting to badly bruise.

"Of course," Marigold nodded before walking up and placing his hand on her shoulder as to keep his arm relaxed. She traced her fingers over his rib cage, making sure she located the right structures. "You have one broken rib, Lord Beta. And one severely bruised. No problem." She rested her large, warm hand on the injured surface and closed her eyes, taking a couple slow, deep breaths. Huey watched intently. Their healing powers always fascinated him. She opened her now, bright golden wolf eyes, and repeatedly whispered a short chant in her native language. The blood vessels on her forearm began to show through her skin and trailed distally to her hand and fingers as she applied more pressure to his wound. Riley hissed and gave a hard grunt as he felt his rib shift back into place and the other bruised rib gradually extinguish it's inflammation. Marigold removed her hand and gave a hard sigh as she became light-headed. Healing to them was easy, but it took a LOT of energy out of them. "How does that feel?" She asked, as her vision cleared.

"Damn," Riley sighed in relief as he lifted his hand from his shoulder and shifted his torso in different angles.

"He means thank you," Huey glared at him.

"You're welcome," Marigold smiled sincerely.

"Lead the way," Huey motioned for her to lead them and they walked out of the barn. "Hiro, make sure you lock the place up," Huey called out behind him.

"Got it, boss!" Hiro shouted back. "Come on guys. Let's grab a bite." The other three agreed and were the last to leave before shutting down the barn.

Huey, Riley and Marigold walked through the compound, passing by all the different sized houses that seemed to all have their own variants of life going on inside them. His pack resided in a twenty eight-acre compound community. The city outside didn't find it odd that these different races and groups of people, all lived together so closely. This compound has been here for a very long time. From the outside looking in, it seemed like a normal neighborhood. But to the residents of this compound, it was like their own world.

They passed an elderly Irish couple sitting on their rocking chairs, listening to a radio on their porch. The husband was sipping a cold one with an ice cooler holding more beers at his feet, while the wife was mending a sweater.

"Evening Master Freeman, Lord Freeman!" the husband called out with a wave.

"Evening Mr. Welsch, Mrs. Welsch," Huey nodded at them.

"Sup," Riley lifted his head. Huey rolled his eyes. They were the eldest in his pack, at 98 and 82 years old, but they still looked like they were in their fifties. Werewolves aren't immortal, but because of the constant shifting, their physical tissue was always regenerating, which slowed the aging process. So it was difficult to really know what someone's true age was. "How was that venison I sent over?"

"Oh, sooo good Master Freeman! Thank you so much for that! Grandkids loved it!" Mrs. Welsch said with a genuine smile.

"Glad to hear it. Have a good night," Huey nodded. They bowed their head back at him as they continued down the street.

Two houses down, a pregnant black woman yelled out the door for her two daughters, who were chasing each other around the lawn, to come inside for dinner before disappearing back into the house. Both girls whined, but stopped when they saw who was walking on their sidewalk.

The eight year-old bowed her head respectfully as she's been taught, while her five-year old sister waved at Riley cutely while chewing on her other fingernail. Riley smirked and waved back at her.

"Show your respect!" The older sister scolded her with a nudge and gestured her head down.

"Oh!" The younger one's eyes widened before she lowered them like her sister. Riley chuckled lightly. She was the youngest in the pack, so far. She was brown-skinned, with natural, black, 4c-textured hair, and bright brown eyes. She resembled someone who he used to care for very much at a young age. It was scary how genetics repeated themselves, even outside of a specific family group. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two $5 bills and handed it to them both.

"Wow! Thanks Lord Beta!" The eight-year old jumped with glee.

" 'Dank you!" The five year-old smiled brightly as she continued to chew on her finger and they turned and ran back into their house. Huey smirked and shook his head. His brother was a softie for the little ones.

A few more houses down and across the street, some young adolescents were chilling on the sidewalk, sneaking some cigarettes. But they immediately threw them down on the ground and stepped on them when they saw who was coming their way.

"PackMaster sir, Lord Beta," the oldest one bowed his head.

"Sean," Huey acknowledged with his signature scowl. "Setting a good example I see." He glared at the younger teens who bowed even further.

"Nah Master Freeman. Just kidding around," the light-skinned teen shrugged nervously.

"You'll be joining the ranks soon, youngblood. No time for kid shit," Huey reminded him. "I expect you to be a leader to the rest of these pups coming up, you understand me?"

"Yes, sir. You can count on me, I promise." Sean said affirmatively. He was turning sixteen in less than two months, which meant his first transformation was coming up. His friends were always taunting him about the pain that came with it and that he would be crying like a little bitch, but he wasn't scared one bit. Osena concocted an ancient herbal potion for newcomers, that acted as a painkiller and couldn't be excreted from the body through sweat so easily when consumed. It would still hurt, but just a little less. He was ready to join the ranks, even if it's just as an Omega. Every new wolf started at the bottom but he was going to do his elders and youngsters proud.

"Wise up then," Riley added. "Rest of ya. Start headin' home, now! Make sure they do!"

"Yes Lord Beta," Sean bowed his head a final time and they fled in a flash. Huey and Riley shook their heads.

They've been the leaders of this pack for nine years, the longest any Alpha and Beta have reigned. They were young, but they had the strength of a bull. Age wasn't a factor when it came to leadership, it was all about strength. The longer a wolf remains Alpha, the more he/she feeds off the collective strength of the pack, which in Huey's case, was a lot. A member would be crazy to even consider challenging him now. But who would? He was respected, loved, and he was looked up to by all ages in the pack. And sometimes feared too. He's had to make some difficult choices, but it was always for the sake of his family. It was the first law set in stone since the first wolves roamed the earth. Pack over Wolf. He would give his life for his followers and they would do the same. He was a more than excellent leader. And an even better wolf.

They walked into Osena's hut, discarding their shoes beforehand, and saw her kneeling and chanting in her native language before a 5 ft. brass Moon Goddess idol, that was decorated in garlands, pastes and herbs. The eldest Triplet, Marilyn, who had her hair trimmed at her shoulders, was kneeling beside her, holding a small bowl that had steam pouring out of its rims. Osena placed her fingers in the bowl and then flung them towards the statue a couple times, flicking the substance onto it as she chanted louder. The youngest Triplet, Marisol, who had four claw scars going down the left side of her face, circled around the idol, burning and spreading incense and chanting along with them. Marilyn got up and slowly poured the rest of the steaming substances over the idol, chanting beautifully. They both kneeled back down on the other either side of Osena, and did a sequence of coordinated hand movements, as Osena chanted louder and louder, raising her hands to the murti, and began vocalizing.

"What… in the hellll?" Riley mumbled. Huey elbowed him hard in the ribs that were just healed.

"Ssss! Agh!"

Marigold walked up behind and bent down next to Osena, whispering in her ear. Osena automatically stopped and slowly turned around, her bulging hazel eyes luring into the souls of her visitors. Her face was painted white with red and black tribal designs around her eyes, nose and chin. She had a horizontal, wooden, septum piercing and a headdress that contained feathers, bones of various animals and tribal ornaments. She wore a wolf-skin cape and her hands and feet were pasted red. She turned back around and they all concluded their nightly worship before standing up.

"PackMaster, Lord Beta," Osena and the Triplets all bowed. "Thank you for coming so suddenly." Marilyn and Marigold held up a white sheet in front of her as Marisol began undressing her, taking off her headdress and jewelry, and throwing a satin robe around her. "Do I dare ask who was victorious in tonight's feat?" Riley rolled his eyes while Huey just smirked. "Hmmm, maybe a hunting contest is what we need to even the playing field then." The older two sisters folded the sheet as Osena stepped out and fluffed her luxurious golden hair.

Riley then perked up a bit. Huey may have been the strongest and led the hunt, but Riley was the natural hunter, and Huey knew it too. Their expressions switched when she said that.

"Is there something you wanted to discuss with us?" Huey asked changing the subject. Osena pursed her lips discerningly.

"Thank you ladies. I can manage for the rest of the night," she dismissed the Triplets, after touching each other faces and saying a short chant. She cradled Marisol's cheek a little more with a genuine smile before all three said their respectable goodnights and exited the hut. She strolled over to a stool and sat before a reflective stone that acted as a mirror. "I've had visions of the most peculiar things, but none as peculiar as the one I had tonight." She took a special ointment and cleared off the paint from her face, revealing her clear, polished, copper skin. "I sense a presence that could alter the structure of this pack, but that is for my Lords to decide."

"Alter? As in good or bad?" Huey asked conerned.

"You know my visions don't work like that. See for yourself," she got up and made their way over to them.

She then took both the Freeman's hands and she telepathically shared her most recent vision with them. The two stared straight ahead as the brief images played in their mind.

They saw a female wolf, running amongst her pack. The scenery of the trees and bushes of the forest flying past them under the evening sky as she ran. They saw the she-wolf take a couple more powerful strides before she leapt up and clenched her jaws around the neck of an eighteen-point buck. The buck kicked and thrashed about, but she didn't let go. She used its broad shoulders to climb up on its husk and took another strong bite into its neck, bringing it down and tightening her grip until she heard a snap.

Osena watched as the Freemans were starting to really get into the vision, their eyes changing, their breathing accelerating and starting to growl with anticipation as they fed off the energy of the scene.

But the she-wolf's feat was short-lived for she was casted to the side as the rest of the pack swarmed the corpse and began feeding off of her kill. But this wasn't no ordinary she-wolf. Her bright golden irises briefly turned to green human ones, before going back to gold, like she was in a disposition of her current situation. She was content, but lonely. Gentle, but ferocious. In closing, the vision showed the pass between a series of mountains overlooking a grass plain before it faded.

Osena released their hands as they gave a light huff, slowly calming themselves down.

"A werewolf… in a real wolf pack? But… that doesn't make any sense," Huey said confused.

"What don't make sense is how in the hell that bitch brought down that big ass buck by herself?!" Riley cocked his head. "It would take at least three of us to do that!" He said enviously.

"I thought real wolves didn't want anything to do with us," Huey said to Osena, ignoring his brother's obtuse observation.

"They don't, but I don't think she knows that," Osena answered walking away and checking on a pot of stew that's been brewing this whole time over the fire pit.

"A lone-wolf," Huey muttered. He's always resented the idea of a wolf choosing to live for himself. But he understood that some didn't have a choice, whether it be banishment, seclusion, or for this particular wolf, lack of self-knowledge.

"So she must not know that there are more of us out there besides her?" Riley asked.

"That's what I picked up," Huey confirmed. "She was connected to them like they were her sole family. She has the strength of a Beta, maybe even an Alpha, but she's treated as an Omega and she's okay with that. She hunts for them, but she doesn't eat with them. Her wolf instincts are whole, but I still sensed an incompleteness."

"And that forest wasn't like any forest from around here. At least not in Sandy," Riley added.

"Cabinet Mountains. I recognized that pass. She's in Montana," Huey expertly stated. That was just over eight hours away from Sandy, Oregon. "But it still doesn't make sense. Real wolves naturally repel from werewolves… unless…" Huey stopped in realization.

"What? Unless what?" Riley asked. They both looked over at Osena who was humming to herself as she slowly stirred her stew.

"It can't be… could it?" Huey asked her. She took a scoop out and tasted it, mapping her lips together.

"Mmmm…" she made a thinking face. "..needs thyme." She got up and plucked a couple branches from her herbal plants in separate pots, chanting gratefully as she did. They both rolled their eyes.

"This is a waste of mine," Riley mumbled.

"Could she be one of them?" Huey asked again.

"It's a very strong possibility. I didn't think there were any of them left," Osena said nonchalantly as she threw in the herbs and placed the lid back on the pot. She went over to her cupboard, pulling out some clean wooden dishes and a thick loaf of bread.

"Any of WHO left?!" Riley asked getting impatient.

"Pure-Bloods, Riley!" Huey hollered. "..Damn! You don't know anything about our history do you?"

"Man, get the fuck outta here," Riley tossed his hand up.

"You get real loose at the mouth, you know that?" Huey stepped to him.

"And what the fuck you gon' do about it?!" Riley stepped to him as well.

"My Lords…" Osena interrupted. "Please," she gestured to the pallets on the floor by the fire pit. They exchanged a threatening look before sitting down. She handed Huey then Riley big big bowls of stew with more hunks of meat than vegetables, and a thick slice of bread.

"So, you saying we should go out and find this bitch?" Riley asked before lifting the bowl to his mouth and began slurping loudly. Osena shook her head at him.

"Well, she is a loner, even with her pack. But, she will never fit in there. We saw that when her eyes flickered green. I think she needs to be shown the world that she's meant to live in. She knows of the wolf world, but she doesn't know of the werewolf world. I believe she would fit in just fine here. We should at least make ourselves known to her first and make her feel welcome and understood….. And I think it would bring immense honor to this pack to have a Royal in it." Osena said in a hinting tone as she fixed herself a bowl. Huey caught it, but didn't bother feeding into it.

"So I guess we're going on a little scavenger hunt then, huh?" Riley asked taking a piece of meat out of his bowl and biting at it aggressively.

"I guess so." Huey sighed with a shrug. This was going to be different quest than usual. It all seemed so strange. Members usually came to the PackMaster to join, but in this instance, he would be going to her. He's never met a pure-blood before, if she was really. And had he not been Alpha, he would've been nervous. But he trusted his instincts upon the vision he witnessed and they told him that this mysterious, talented she-wolf would be a great addition to his pack, should she decide to conform. He left his last thought at that as the three continued to enjoy their supper.


Just a little note, it would be best to disregard the actual structure of McGruder's The Boondocks storyline. The characters will still have their recognizable personalities of course, but this is WOLF CULTURE I'm working with here. And that packs on a whole different vibe... haha.. "packs" XD XD I'm stupid right? lol

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