I've been reading a lot of werewolf stories and I LOVE the concept. So now I'm writing one. Make sure to let me know if you like it, it'll make me write faster. And feel free to make suggestions for its direction, there is nothing definite yet.
Thanks for reading!
He lounged back against the tree branch, the cool smooth bark felt good against his hot skin. This particular copper beech tree was his favorite in all the forest. Easy to climb. Oddly hard to find for anyone who didn't know the way. He just considered it the forests gift to him.
A howl broke him from his daydream. A breeze shook through his tree caressing his naked form. As if the forest were telling him to get a move on. His father was calling. They were here. He huffed out a sigh, rolling his eyes. Then he slid off the branch, before his limbs hit the ground they formed into paws and he landed gracefully loping off in the direction of his village.
He sat in the car long after his parents got out, fumbling his fingers in the hem of his shirt. He was nervous. The door to his right opened and his mother slid in, closing it behind her.
"What's wrong now, son?" She asked gently. There was no bark in her tone, just love. He looked at her skeptically. She sighed and brushed a strand of brown hair from his eyes to tuck behind his ear. "I thought we talked about this? I thought you understood."
"I do, Ma. But just because I understand doesn't mean I approve." His tone was less sure. He was afraid of disappointing her. Making his father angry. Or even ruining the pack alliance.
His mother smiled gently. "You will be fine. We would never put you in a position to be hurt, even for your father's alliance. And remember, if you find your true mate you may still have them. It's part of the agreement."
"Where's your true mate?" His question was a challenge, but there was no sass. She smiled again and took his hand, guiding him from the back seat of the car.
"Welcome!" A rather large man called out when he and his mother joined his father and the other pack leaders mate. "I am John Winchester, pack Alpha. This is my wife, Mary. We are excited for your arrival."
"We are pleased as well, nice to finally meet you, Alpha. This is my son, Samuel." His father pulled him out front as if presenting a gift, he cringed inwardly. John looked no where but his eyes and nodded his head firmly. He held out his right hand and placed it over Sam's heart.
"Nice to meet you, Son." His voice was gently, welcoming. It made him a little more at ease about joining this family. Sam's father cleared his throat conspicuously. Sam started and raised his own right hand, placing it over his new Alphas heart.
"Good, then! Let's head to the pavilion. We'll introduce you to the pack before lunch," Mary said clasping her hands together. John circled her waist with an arm and smiled down at her affectionately. Sam had a feeling they were true mates. His parents never did that.
An arranged marriage. To ally the two largest packs in North America. That was what he found himself in the middle of. And his new Alpha hadn't even bothered to show, great. Sam trailed his parents who walked alongside the King and Queen. His father and Alpha John speaking about the next full moon. His mother and Mary discussing the ceremony that would bond their sons.
Sam's attention was jerked from the ground in front of him to the trees about 50 yards to his left by a strange scent. He stopped walking and watched as a large, sandy brown wolf broke through the trees. The wolf tilted his head and raised his nose slightly to sniff at the air. Even at 50 yards Sam knew he was looking at him. He felt hot under his gaze. Shit.
The new prince heard the adults stop and Alpha John huff out a sigh. There was a low growl from the Alpha that was cut short by an elbow from Mary. The wolf began to pant, and plopped his butt into the grass to scratch behind his ear casually. As if he didn't have a care in the world.
Sam snuck a look at his father, who looked rather irritated at the prince's entrance. Their parents had decided since their boys were meeting for their arrangement for the first time it should be casual. Which explained Sam's jeans and plaid button up shirt. But the other prince was naked, which made Sam smirk.
Until, of course, the wolf stood into his human form. He started walking toward the group of adults. Sam's face flushed and he looked away. He noticed a few other wolves milling around, their gazes shamelessly lingering on the toned body of their prince. It seemed this was a normal occurrence here.
Alpha John sighed loudly as his son came within hearing distance, which just made the prince grin wider. "Alpha, he said placing his right hand over his father's heart. His father reciprocated, irritation written across his face. "Mother." Mary was next, but she got a hug. Then he turned to their guests.
The Alpha cleared his throat. "Matthew, Jenna, this is my son, Winchester Pack Prince, Dean." Johns tone was impatient, as if he were striving for diplomacy. Sam's parents made no attempt at a formal greeting.
"Good to meet you, Prince Dean." His tone was tight and he stole a glance back at John. "Perhaps the Prince could get more comfortable and meet us at the pavilion?"
"Please, Matt, just call me Dean." Sam nearly choked on nothing. He wasn't sure he'd ever heard anyone call his father Matt. This pack seemed more laid back than his own. His father seemed about to turn tail and nix the alliance. It was a precautionary move in the first place. Simple meant as a gesture of goodwill.
John cleared his throat again, clearly trying to get his son's attention. Dean paid him no mind. Sam couldn't believe the older Prince was ignoring his Alpha. What kind of pack was he getting into? Sam could feel Dean's eyes on him, but couldn't bring himself to look at the naked man.
"Prince Dean, this is my son, Samuel," his father's voice was tight and no one missed the emphasis Matthew had put on the title. Dean seemed to ignore him though, taking a step toward the younger wolf. Suddenly Sam had to look up, or he'd be staring at the other man's groin. Which he hadn't failed to notice was impressive, nestled in a patch of dark, soft looking curls. Shit.
Sam's head snapped up to see the grin on Dean's face, the look in his eyes was strange. It was all the younger man could do to hold his ground as Dean carefully reached out to place his right hand over Sam's heart. "Hey, Sammy." Sam noticed the confusion in Mary's eyes, and the odd look that he couldn't identify on the King's face.
Sam then met Dean's eyes and there was a flutter in his stomach he had never felt before. His chest tightened under Dean's hand and he hesitantly reached up to place his palm on the other wolfs bare chest, nearly flinching at the spark.
The betrothed stood, staring into each other's eyes for longer than protocol called for. Matthew shifted, slightly annoyed and Sam jerked his hand away and tore his eyes to his father as he stepped back. Dean lowered his hand, but not his eyes.
"Mary, would you escort our guests to the pavilion? I need to speak with our young Prince." It was only after hearing his father that Dean moved his eyes from Sam. Mary nodded curtly, Matthew huffed again. So far he considered the behavior around here rather rude.
"See ya soon, Sammy," Dean said taking a step toward his father, letting his eyes linger on his soon-to-be partner. Sam's eyes never left his own father, but he offered Dean a small wave. Which made Dean grin.
Mary led their guests away, John and Dean could hear Matthew grumbling about rushing into things. Then John had Dean's bicep in his tight grip, pulling him toward the trees Dean had come out of moments before.
"Really, son? That's the best you could do?" Oops, dad was mad.
"I'm sorry Alpha, I forgot they were coming. I'm still not even sure why we're going along with this. It's not like we need their allegiance." Dean may not be very formal, but he would still offer his pack leader the respect he deserved. And John may not have been very strict with his only pup but he was glad for that fact, because that was the one thing he would have put his foot down on.
Sam couldn't help but look toward the tree line where the king and his son stood. Their discussion looked serious, but not heated. He was trying to tune out his father's conversation with Mary. Matthew was trying to back pedal their alliance without insulting the Wolf King of the North. It may take time, but Sam was sure if anyone could do it, it'd be his dad.
He looked back to his parents who were paying him no mind. Dean's mother was trying to smooth things over with them. Letting them know the Prince was trying to figure out his place in the pack, and he would make an excellent leader. And mate, and father. Father!? Where the hell did that come from.
"He would be very good to your Omega. And the Northern and Southern packs would be united." Mary was calm and sure. Sam allowed his attention back to the pair by the trees. Dean's head was down, his foot playing in a patch of dirt in the grass. His father speaking to him calmly.
It amazed the young wolf the leniency the Prince was allowed. Maybe because he was the Prince. If he had pulled a stunt like that Matthew would have his ass. And he wouldn't be looking at the ground playing in the dirt. A flutter of his stomach brought him out of his head and he realized he was still staring at Dean. But now Dean was staring back.
John stopped talking and followed his son's gaze, also landing on Sam. Then a grin cracked his face. Sam's eyes darted away, falling on his parents once more. His hair fell in front of his eyes and he was thankful for the shield. He chanced a look back at the pair of alphas and was a little surprised to see them smiling at each other, John's hand clasped over Dean's shoulder.
"Listen, son. I know this isn't ideal for you. Heck, your mother and I never thought we'd be putting you in this position. But there are some packs in our country that are gaining strength. Matthew has the biggest pack in the south, and he has never challenged me for a title. I am the only Wolf King, you are the only Wolf Prince. Matthew is very formal when it comes to the ways of old. He has offered his sons hand to you. Unfortunately, in order to avoid war we accepted. The agreement for both of you is to be mated. However, if either of you find your true mate you will be allowed to have them. That was our condition," John tried to convey to his Prince how important this was for the pack, for all packs. This alliance meant peace. Dean nodded, still playing in the dirt.
Dean glanced up to see Sam staring at him. He seemed lost in thought, which made the young Alpha smile. Then Sam's eyes focused and Dean held his gaze. John was slightly irritated by Dean's lack of attention when he followed his gaze and saw who he was looking at. He smiled, looking back at his heir.
"What's in your head, boy?" He asked, the grin never leaving his face. Dean looked his father in the eye, his grin not faltering either.
"Not sure. I find him interesting," Dean's explanation was suspicious, but his dad only placed a hand on his shoulder. Their eyes spoke it all. Dean placed his hand over his King's heart in a parting gesture, not waiting for it in return before he headed toward the house to dress. John laughed and shook his head, glancing at Sam again. He was not surprised to see the young Omega's eyes following Dean across the yard.
He had a feeling Dean knew it, too. If the slight swing of his hips and sway of his broad shoulders meant anything. Dean lifted an arm to wave to a small group of she-wolves who were herding goats toward a barn. Sam didn't miss how his muscles rippled under his skin. Or how the girls giggled and waved back. Heat flared in his gut and he was shocked by a low growl in his chest. What was going on?
After the disappearance of the Prince, Alpha John had convinced a hesitant Matthew to allow Sam to stay until the full moon. Matthew had offered to give the King and his pack more time to consider his offer. Sam knew it was because of the behavior of a certain Prince. His father was suddenly worried he'd rushed into the arrangement.
"Would that be alright, Sam? You could take the time to get to know us before you decide whether you want to stay or not." The Alpha's offer made it seem like it was Sam's choice. Which kinda made him feel good, but he knew it also made his father angry. Sam looked to Matthew for an answer. John stilled his tongue. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath.
Jenna elbowed Matthew who looked about ready to throw a temper tantrum. He huffed instead and gave a curt nod. Sam couldn't help the small smile that adorned his lips. He looked between the four adults in front of him and felt a rush of nervousness and excitement. He was going to have time away from his father, which never happened. In a pack where the rules seemed to be able to bend a little, which also never happened. Even before his mother and father took their leave he felt more free.
Sam's parents had decided not to stay for lunch. They had a long ride ahead of them and if they were just going to leave anyway Matthew wanted to do so now. Sam knew his King knew it was because of the pack dynamics and the certain lack of formality. But was relieved when he didn't put up a fight and ask him to stay. He had a feeling John wanted him gone just as badly as he wanted to be away.
So here Sam stood. With the King and Queen of the North. The highest ranking pack in the country. And he knew no one. Suddenly he felt very vulnerable. As if reading his thoughts John clasped a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"It'll be just fine, Sam. It may take some getting used to, but we're pretty laid back here. There's a couple of weeks before the full moon. You'll have plenty of time to decide if this is where you'd like to stay. We don't want to force either of you boys into anything you'd dislike," his King's smile was gentle, mirrored in his mates, Mary. Sam smiled appreciatively.
Then he heard excited squeals and there was a shuffling about the pavilion. He looked around a little confused, then followed everyone's looks. The same small group of girls who had been with the goats was coming down the path worn through the grass. Escorting the prince. Dean now wore a pair of jeans with a tight black shirt, he had an open button down olive green shirt on top and black boots protecting his feet. The tails of his over shirt flapping in the wind.
He looked like a freaking God.
Sam was unaware of the pair watching him watch their son. A small smile formed on Mary's lips and she looked up at her mate, he nodded at her slightly, looking toward his own son. Mary suppressed a squeal of her own and brought her fingertips to her lips. They had been very concerned about the arrangement, but declining without even a discussion would have been seen as disrespectful. Wolves.
Dean's eyes caught Sam's and he elder flashed him a smile while untangling his arms from the reluctant she-wolves. They wined at him a little until an older woman snapped at them to get back to work. They were supposed to be helping to prepare the lunch. Usually it wasn't such a big deal, but their Prince was being matched and they were to welcome his new mate. The girls wouldn't even look at Sam.
Great. He's a player. Was the only conclusion Sam could come up with. He turned his attention back to the King and Queen, who were looking excited about the lunch. Or so Sam thought.
"Come on, Son. Let me introduce you to a few people so you're not out of the loop," John wrapped a comforting arm around Sam's shoulders, guiding him to a table where there were some other younger males playing cards. He shot a look back over his shoulder to see Dean kneeling down messing with some pups, which made his lips twitch into a smile.
"Boys, this here is Sam. He's son of Matthew, leader of the Campbell pack in the South. He's going to be staying with us until the Full Moon." Sam's attention snapped back to the group in front of him, a few rough looking young men, but they all directed smiles up at him.
The boy closest to his right stood and offered his hand in a shake, "Hey there, Sam. I'm Benny." His thick accent was inviting, Sam gave him a warm smile and placed his hand over Benny's heart instead of in his hand. "Hi, Benny. It's nice to meet you." Benny's grin widened and he touched Sam's heart in return, then sat again.
Sam was then introduced to the guy to Benny's left, Ash, a squirrely little guy with a mullet. And the two across the table from them, Castiel and Garth.
"Have a seat, Sam?" Garth asked pulling out the chair next to him. Sam made a move to step forward but John held tight.
"Thanks, Garth. But not just yet, I'd like to introduce him to a few more people first. But I'll bring him back when I'm done with him." The King winked down at the younger Beta and steared Sam in the direction of the she-wolves. Sam gulped a little.
The new arrival was introduced to the entire pack methodically. The older woman who had scolded the girls was Ellen. She ran the kitchen and the apothecary. Her mate was the King's right hand man, Bobby. Bobby was out on patrol. Their daughter Jo had been one of the goat girls. Sam smiled to himself at the thought of calling them that.
The other two girls in the group were Meg and Charlie. Charlie was the only one who had seemed enthusiastic about meeting him. He decided he liked when best so far. The large outdoor kitchen at the end of the pavilion was starting to pump amazing smells into the air. It made Sam's stomach groan.
"Would you like to have a seat with the boys? Lunch won't be much longer and I have a few things to take care of first," the King asked as he finished introducing the part of the pack that was present. Sam simply nodded, his eyes searching the pavilion. John grinned, knowing exactly who the Omega was searching for.
Dean had never spoken to his father about finding his true mate. John just figured not to push it, his son had a bit of a stubborn streak. The King seemed sure that when the time came he'd see the signs. It seemed both boys were a bit oblivious to what was going on between them. But John and Mary saw it all.
Their son had quite the reputation, and he wasn't gender specific. They had almost given up hope on Dean even wanting a true mate. Sometimes they were afraid he just wanted to goof off for the rest of his life. But he was acting differently around Sam. The naked stunt was all Dean. But the way he looked at the Omega, and his behavior. Maybe this arrangement was fate after all.
Sam sank down into the chair previously offered by Garth. The guys seemed generally happy to see him which made it easy for Sam participate in cards. John took his leave, searching for his son. He made his way to the outside of the pavilion and spotted Dean around the corner of the outdoor kitchen.
He was leaning over a blonde, one hand on the solid wall next to her head. Her back pressed against it, their bodies were only inches apart and she was giggling. John just shook his head, then whistled to his boy. Both wolves looked to their Alpha, Dean adorning a sheepish grin. At least he looked embarrassed. The King supposed the younger Omegas influence would take some time to keep his mate from pushing boundaries. Suddenly John felt a little worried for Sam.
"Yes, Alpha?" Dean asked walking up to his father. Jo had gone around the building in the other direction. John caught his young Alpha son in a steely gaze.
"You'd better be careful, Son. Don't want to give Sam the wrong impression." Not missing the flash of something across Dean's face he turned on his heel and started to make his way to the meeting hall across the field. Dean hot on his heels. They were headed off to meet with Bobby and have a quick meeting before lunch. John did have to admit Dean was very serious about his duties as Prince and was always at meeting. He may push buttons, but he was going to make a fine King.
"So, Dean Winchester is finally settling down, eh?"
"Yeah, Sam, how'd you manage to wrangle that one in?"
Sam had been sitting with the boys long enough for them to get comfortable, apparently. They had started jostling him about his marriage to the Prince and suddenly he didn't want to be here anymore.
"I think he's the only one here who has been with every young she-wolf in the pack," Ash threw in his two cents. None of them seemed to notice Sam sinking in his chair. They were all too preoccupied ragging on their Prince.
"I thought you all were Deans friends?" Sam's voice was small and unsure all of a sudden.
"Course we are, Buddy," Garth said clasping the Omegas shoulder. "The man is a legend. Actually, the only one who hasn't given it to him is Charlie!" The boys howled with laughter, hitting high fives and oblivious to Sam's discomfort. Sam mumbled something about not feeling well, which wasn't a lie, his stomach was churning. He excused himself and made his way out of the pavilion.
The meeting the King had with his Beta and Prince was short and sweet. Nothing along the perimeter. The farm was running smoothly. And lunch was about to be served.
"Dean, why don't you head over to the pavilion and find Sam. We'll get started in just a bit." Bobby gave his Alpha and King a sideways glance. He rarely dismissed the Prince first. Dean nodded, too interested in Sam to care about the change in behavior.
He left the hall with a strange energy stirring in his gut and a broad smile on his face. He lifted his head to the wind and inhaled deeply. He caught his new Omegas scent and a pleasant growl formed in his throat. With all the wolves he'd been with none had excited him like Sam. And he hadn't even had a conversation with him yet. Sam would be his greatest conquest.
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