Its been awhile huh? I know. Well I had to represent my hometown and there is the intro. I live in the place I am writing about so I know the details... If anything is unclear, just P.M. me and ask. Remember, Review, Like, Recommend... all that jazz! Things will pick up soon.
It has been about three days since I left my house in Washington. The whole time I have been traveling with an unfamiliar vampire that seemed nice. I now find myself in a city called Austin. You can say that things got crazy at home. With the $438 I had remaining, its time to find this pack I need. My senses have been minimal in the past few weeks. The elders never told me what would happen, but now i'm expecting anything and everything. I had to clear my head, so I started walking down the street lined with beautiful art galleries and a nifty looking record shop. In my recent memories I remember the city named Bastrop ((If you need to, google map it.)) Paul told me about it, now to find out about where that is. The first taxi I see near me, stops to let me in. My hand is on the handle before I know it, I am sitting in the back shutting the door in unison with the stranger that had gotten in on the other side. He was looking down at his phone in his lap, so I guess he only noticed that I was there when I saw him take a breath in through his nose. If it were not for that vague realization that he could SMELL that I was different, then I wouldn't know that he were a wolf. He had short cropped black hair, blue eyes, and a huge tattoo on his right shoulder that was staring me in the face. I'm not only stupid, but i'm also dumb. The tattoo is his mark in his tribe, I had one too, but our tribe had a dream catcher tattooed on our right shoulderblade. His tattoo was an intricate design on the side of his large, bulging, attractive... mouth watering... teasing, wait STOP STOP STOP! STOP EYE RAPING HIM NOW!
"Can you take us to the Bastrop Brew House please sir?" He politely questioned, not breaking eye contact with me. Things were beginning to scare me, but he seemed to know where I was going, and happens to be a wolf, so I put 2 and 2 together and stayed with him. His first words were chosen wisely, he seemed timid "I'm Tate, by the way. Your brother told me to expect you." The taxi was inching through nonstop traffic and the driver seemed busy trying to navigate the hectic city blocks. Now I had time to look at all of him. His face was defined, including a strong jaw line, light blue eyes, and no facial hair. He donned a thin black muscle shirt that hugged him tightly covering enough to leave me wondering what his skin under the shirt looked like. The shirt came down to the top of his waistband lining his orange and blue plaid american eagle boxers. The view was abruptly cut off by a waistband tightly hugging muscular hips. The shorts cut off in loose threads revealing defined calf muscles leading down to his puma shoes. His skin was darker than any of the shifters I have seen on the reservation at home, it must be the Texas sun.
The sun reminded me of my first transformation, I became super hot and easily irritable. Our shifter blood is always about 30 degrees above the atmosphere we find ourself in, which helps us overheat. It didn't take long before I became very uncomfortable. It was hot, I was in a taxi with a stranger, I was away from my Sam... well the boys are up, kicking and punching. I was closing in on my sixth month of having them and I am still not used to the feelings they give. Tate was staring at my bump bulging with random kicks soon met by my calming circles that didn't help. Turning in his seat to face me he said "So its true huh?" He slid his hand onto my stomach and gave me a realization. The boys calmed for men that made me feel safe. Tate just has this calming air around him. The whole situation felt awkward so I just only looked out of the window, letting his hands caress my stomach, providing relief from the pain. The situation only escalated when I felt Tate's breath like a fan on my neck. I need a distraction, something, anything... My phone, OH THANK GOD!
Three rings and an answer had me talking to Paul. "How are things back home?" Tate took this as a cue to back up.
"Same stuff, Sams taking it hard though. Please don't stay long, A week should prove your point. He has been in wolf form the whole time you have been gone. When one of us shifts, we can only hear him cursing himself for his wronging you. He has not mentioned anything about Bentley's future among the pack or not."
"Yeah, we will see. I just got into a cab. This guy named Tate picked me up at the station and we are going to the pack right now, I think." Tate picked up on my curiosity and confirmed we were going to the pack. "The area seems a little more urban compared to home"
"Well this is all nice and what not, but no more contact until you return. They will take care of you. Don't make an ass out of yourself, and watch your mouth. That thing can get you in and out of trouble there. Oh and by the way, I talked to the elders... well more like they talked to me. They informed me that you are what is known as a 'PEARL', meaning that shifters will want to protect you. The pack I led you to are mostly spoken for, excluding the alpha and Tate. The ladies that have been imprinted on there will have a yearning to be your best friends. As for the alpha, his name is Zeke, become his friend. Tate is a nonentity in my eyes, so do as you wish."
"Okay Paul, I will survive. goodbye." I heard the line go silent and him hang up before I could say "I love you." the ride was silent from that point.
In under an hour Tate and I were dumped at a riverside bar, Tate paid the cabbie, and brought me in to eat at the bar. The waitresses were stationed on the deck at the front door just outside of the front doors, ready to seat us. The first time being mistaken for a girl was awkward for me. The waitress saw my hair that had grown past my shoulders, my protruding stomach, the ring and thought that Tate and I were together... and expecting.
The girl was dressed formally, with a tight fitting button up white shirt that was suffocating her big tits. They were just SO. BIG. I didn't think they were real, but they had to be, because she was so young. The shirt was tucked into a nice black skirt, leading to nice black heels on her feet. Tate and the female joked like old pals, from what I understood, Tate and Haley went to school together. She was three years his junior and she was a sophomore attending the local high school. She talked about her friends and her doodles and mentioned recent animes she had seen. I had shifted my weight because the boys were getting angry, lately it seems like I have been expanding but the boys have not been developing. I should have shifted a few days ago, but nothing had happened. The vampire Amanda told me that the twins have paused in developing because there is another, new, fetus inside. I wrote it off as her being stupid, but it seemed possible to me now. So this time, the third child is developing at a super fast rate. Over the next week, I should shift and have the three if all goes well. Haley saw me clutch onto my stomach and grasp Tates left arm for support as an attack started on my organs. I had to pee really bad, and my 'pee-dance' was funny for both of them. Tate practically carried me to the women's toilets, which struck me a odd, but I recalled everyone thinking that I was his girl friend.
After the accident was avoided, Haley sat us down. Her name tag said Hokanson, which confused me, when asked, she mentioned that it is her last name. She gave us many compliments to our future and I didn't say anything because I would probably be rude if I did. Tate just nodded and smiled, until she left. "When we are in public, keep the people thinking you are carrying my kids, if they ask where you have been the whole time, just say you were in spain for family problems." well that was an awkward request, but whatever, not here to make enemies so I will comply. "I'm going to go call the guys, some of them wanted to meet you." He excused himself and Haley returned asking me what I wanted. I settled with a huge hamburger, and she brought his 'usual' some fancy import beer. Tate returned with a kiss right on my lips, he was met with a gasp and shove. The bastard deserved it, what was he thinking doing that to me? I am no damsel, and he will NOT picture me needing him in that way, ever. I instantly remembered that I attract other outside shifters in sexual ways, but that gave him no excuse. Haley set my plate down after witnessing him fall, rushing to his aid. "It's okay, I just tripped over my own feet, i'm awkward that way... Right baby?" Now the prick was playing with me. I want nothing to do with him, so I nodded and turned to the food. Digging in, Tate took his seat and gulped his beer. I couldn't help but stare, his muscular frame encouraging me the whole time while his adams apple slowly bobbed, letting the liquid travel table we sat at was fairly large, Tate had moved to an odd seat to watch some stupid game on the TV leaving me to eat, practically alone. Well I sound like i'm marrying him.
Three bulky men filed in. They were shirtless and in swimming trunks, all muscular and all tattooed on the right shoulder. I missed having that type of body, now I wear huge T-shirts and pregnancy shorts designed to look like jeans. I can't even see my feet any more. I need to stop thinking before I start to cry and upset my children. The men all came and one after another introducing himself. Lance, Jon, and Albert all gathered around me to rub poke and squish the boys. They were all in awe that I was real... Whatever I guess. The guys looked uniform, muscular and lean, short dark hair, and varying eye colors seemed to be the norm in Texas. I was finished with the burger when I decided to speak up. "Well i'm done, and I can't decide if I want to get in the water or go to sleep. I just want to leave soon, please?" Tate seemed hesitant, but the others wanted to take me to the river, so I walked with them down a path to the water ignoring Tate and leaving him to pay some ridiculous amount for the food. The trail was rough, but I managed down with the guys help. They had an extra pair of shorts with them, and let me change behind some trees. After many failed attempts I called for help. Lance stepped to me and helped be change, snickering at my 'cuteness' apparently the look of bewilderment I had was funny to him. He slid my shorts and underpants off in one swoop and had me step into his extra shorts which he pulled up. I was able to see over his shoulder, to where Jon and Albert were rolling on the ground laughing. "Okay real funny guys! Fuck off!" They only laughed harder. Lance brought my shirt up over my stomach and tied it to expose the bruised and battered flesh it normally covered. He took my hand and led me to the shallow end of the river bank, sitting me down carefully in the water. The guys gathered around me and asked allot of questions, by the time they were done, they knew everything. Occasionally I would cup my hands and bring water to trickle down my protruding bump, the men I had as company were fascinated with it. I had to ask one of them to sit behind me because my arms were getting weak, and before I knew it, Jon was behind me. He sat behind me and I made it awkward by leaning back against his chest, I could feel his penis on my back... it must have been obvious, because they all started laughing. I stood quickly, obviously embarrassed but trying to hide it. "I'm extremely tired, can we leave? I don't feel safe around Tate, and he probably won't stop watching whatever game he is glued to."
"Well Jon and Lance have to wait for the boating group to come down the river, but I could take you to my place if you want." Albert volunteered willingly. After our farewells and me getting changed again, Albert brought me to his truck, helping me into the passenger side and driving us in the direction of the sunset. We had passed about three billion trees before we were in the equivalent of the reservation. I had started to doze off, so Albert picked me up, carrying me bridal style through an expensive house into a room where he laid me down and threw my shirt into the laundry before changing into some basketball shorts and laying with me on the bed to read me a story so I could sleep. He thought it was odd when I requested to sleep outside with his wolf, but obliged, carrying me outside and shifting. His wolf was pure white, exactly like mine. The monster curled around me in a delicate manned, mostly covering me, but exposing some of my body. I had explained to him that we looked identical in our wolf forms, and he licked my forehead in joy. His low hums sent me into a deep sleep, dreaming of out twin wolfs.