Eron

Being an alpha at seventeen wasn't what I imagined for myself, I always knew I would be the next alpha. My skills, my leadership ability, and my agility screamed that to my father.

But I never thought I'd lose him so soon. My father was betrayed and deceived, falling into an ambush that almost cost me my life to defend him, and the only thing I carry from that horrendous day is an ugly scar that starts on my chest and ends on my back.

I fought bravely, but I couldn't save my father. My uncle, Antunes, is responsible for the Alpha I am today. He stood by my side advising me along with the council of the pack headquarters and my beta, Lucas.

When I turned eighteen, I met Leona, an incredible woman who made me lose my mind… we soon started dating, and when I turned twenty, we were mated and expecting our first child.

Everything seemed like a dream in the months that followed, despite my concern that she insisted on not going to the doctor in the city and taking care of her pregnancy here in the pack with the experienced older women.

She wanted to follow the example of my mother, I honestly don't know how she found out about that since my mother passed away before my father, she was murdered by hunters.

When the day of delivery arrived, everything seemed to be going well until the baby was born, a beautiful boy, however, Leona died after giving birth. It was later discovered that she had eclampsia, and our son died hours later.

I plunged into the endless darkness of melancholy of grief and closed myself off from the world of relationships. Now, fifteen years after losing the only woman I loved and my beloved and long-awaited son, the pack headquarters council demands that I marry again.

"Alpha, we don't want to corner you. However, we must prioritize the pack." Omar, the oldest elder of the council, speaks with his calm voice, but loaded with urgency.

"Omar is right." Lucius, the second oldest, now has the floor in the room. "You've shut yourself off for fifteen years. Don't you think about your pack, your family?"

"Can't you go easier on him?" My uncle, who is the third oldest, intercedes for me. "He knows his responsibilities, he hasn't let the pack down at any time. He was firm, dedicated, and protective."

"You shouldn't even be part of the council since you're his uncle." Omar retorts. "Familiarity can cloud your judgment."

"Enough!" I slam my fists on the huge wooden table. "I won't allow you to question my uncle's word just because we're relatives. He's never been against you before, and if he is now, don't you think he might be right? I don't want a mating with any female. Leave me alone."

"We'll give you one more year, Alpha." Lucius says. "You have only one more year to accept that your grief needs an end, after that we will choose a wife for you. This is our final word."

Lucius and Omar leave the meeting room of the pack headquarters leaving only my uncle and me in here.

"My son, I tried to help you… However, it's been too many years, more than a decade. I knew that at some point they would make this decision for you."

"Why do they want to see me mated so badly?" I ask, frustrated.

"An heir! They don't see a future heir with your current situation. It's all for that. They also think that the females of the pack need strong female leadership."

"So, no one respects what I want for myself? Only the pack matters, even if I'm unhappy for the rest of my existence."

"Eron, my son…" my uncle approaches, and I step away.

"No, uncle. I need to run, I need to think."

I leave my uncle at the pack headquarters and run towards the forest that surrounds our pack. A few kilometers of running later, I manage to reach the forest. I take off my shirt while running, then my pants, and then my sneakers.

Soon my legs turn into giant paws, and so do my arms. My spine stretches and contorts, and my back bends. Before running on two legs, now I'm on all fours on the ground.

My fur, the color of the night, contrasts with nature, and my deep howl alerts the others in the forest that I want to be alone. Normally when I'm like this, the only one who persists by my side is my best friend and Beta, Lucas.

But he's been sick for two days and is in bed. I hope he didn't hear my howl, I don't want to see him around here being sick. I run for some time until I find the river and stand on its bank admiring the water dancing in front of me while I get lost in thoughts.

Suddenly, the wind that is strong brings something to my snout. A citrus, sweet, intoxicating aroma, something like fresh fruits and lemongrass. My wolf, Argus, can't resist, and my hunt for this aroma begins until I see a young woman with long, white hair running past me, the strong aroma hits me like a punch in the face.

I start following her, sneaking without wanting her to notice my presence, I see her enter a cabin that looks old and abandoned. Soon after, I find myself inside the house following the sound of her moans.

I enter a room and the woman is there with her legs open, touching herself, moaning and demanding that the torture end out loud. Something in me clicked, I feel my vision blur and a maddening desire to possess this woman in front of me roars inside me… the haze. How is this possible? I shake my head trying to stay focused, that's when she notices my presence.

My body heats up, my hairs stand on end, the latent desire in me to enter that woman tortures me. I feel my mouth salivate for her, from desire and lust, I try to bring myself to reason, but Argus wants her there and now.

"Get out of here!" she screams. "Don't you dare come near or touch me, I swear I'll kill you if you try."

With both paws on the bed, I feel my snout curve into a smile for her. Argus will not back down.

Eron

Melina

My mother always calls me Snow White, but don't be fooled, it's because of my white hair. They told me it's a genetic mutation, and I took after my great-grandmother and paternal grandmother.

But my white hair became the target of mean jokes from other kids in the pack. However, I decided not to bother my loving parents with it until I turned ten and saw all my classmates go through the transformation and I didn't.

That broke me; the few kids who were willing to be my friends drifted away from me to play with their wolf friends. I would stand at the edge of the clearing, hidden in the shadows of the trees all day watching them have fun.

When I turned fifteen, I decided that my place was no longer there. That I needed to reach adulthood and move to the neighboring city, no more pack, and no more wolf for me.

Until I turned sixteen, and after my parents threw a surprise party for me inviting the teenagers they thought were my friends, and none showed up, I ended up running into the forest that I already knew very well.

Between my screams wishing to leave there and my persistent crying, I began to feel something growling inside me. It was real, as if someone was talking to me in my head.

— “Hey, stop being such a coward and crybaby. You're so pathetic; I didn't know you needed me this much."

After hearing that, I feel my body contort strangely, my legs, arms, feet, and hands, my chest, spine… All the bones in my body began a strange dance, it didn't hurt, but they twisted and untwisted as if they were made of rubber.

From one moment to another, I was running on all fours, and a name howled in my mind: Havy.

— What is Havy? — my conflict was answered.

— “I am Havy, we are Havy. I am your wolf.” — she answers in my mind.

An emotion and despair take over me, the emotion for finally going through my transition and a despair for knowing that I am part of the pack, even if belatedly.

I run through the forest for hours with Havy in control. She is stubborn and determined, the white fur is beautiful, I see our reflection in the river, and I can say that my white hair no longer bothers me.

A week after going through my transformation, something happened that I was not prepared to feel. The rut. I was in my room; my parents had gone to have one of their picnics at night, and I knew they would only return with the sunrise.

I was lying on the bed playing on my cell phone until I began to feel my body heating up, and that heat went down and concentrated between my legs. Soon I felt my crotch swell and become wet, I began to question the reason for that until some howls outside caught my attention, and Havy wants to respond.

— No. This is not going to happen. Our life is not here, Havy. The sooner you accept that, the better for both of us.

I run to the bathroom and fill the tub with cold water. I tear off my clothes that are already sticking to my body because of the sweat.

But diving into the cold water doesn't solve my problem; between my legs it throbs and pulsates, desiring something inside, maybe a touch will solve it. I slide two fingers on my swollen spot and end up throwing my head back with desire.

I make circular movements there until something explodes from the inside out in me, making my eyes roll back and I relax for a few seconds inside the tub. I had to repeat the gesture several more times to calm the desire to find a male to do what my body wanted; it was difficult for me the first rut season.

I didn't know that everything would get worse over the years, until I saw myself at nineteen, and crazed with the rut to the point of chasing a wolf in the forest. I stopped in the middle of the way and returned to my human form.

My luck is that I always tie a small bag on my ankle and leave a dress there since I always end up without clothes after returning to my human form. I put on my dress and run to my late grandmother's house, my refuge during the rut season.

I enter desperately and throw myself on the bed, pulling my dress up desperately. I touch myself frantically and curse myself for the desire to have someone else there with me until I feel a scent numb my senses.

A bittersweet, honey with fresh herbs, something seductive and tempting pulls me, drags me to a sea of desire and lust until my blue eyes meet the black eyes of a huge black wolf in front of me.

I warn him to leave and not touch me. However, he refuses and climbs on the bed with what looks like a smile on his snout. He lay down between my legs and started licking there.

I lean back throwing my head back, the sensation of his tongue on my sensitive spot is unique, my pleasure soon comes making me almost howl as I moan loudly.

I insult myself and curse myself for liking that act. It was the first time I was touched there by something other than my fingers, and the sensation took me to supreme ecstasy until our eyes meet again when he raises his head licking his snout with my pleasure on it.

The world stopped; everything around us seemed not to exist, only the two of us there. What was happening? Why couldn't I look away? What intense connection is this?

That huge wolf smiles again and licks me between my lips finding my swollen sensitive spot again. I fainted exhausted after a time I couldn't count with him between my legs, receiving pleasure from an unknown wolf.

When I woke up, the night was already with me; he was no longer here, which made me think that maybe everything was an effect of the rut, hallucination.

My desire for someone of the opposite sex was so maddening this time that it made me materialize that wolf here. Now I need to return to my reality until the next rut drags me into the unknown.

Melina

Eron

What got into me? Why did I approach that woman so intimately? And worst of all, I liked it, I liked it a lot. As if that wasn't enough, we had a connection. How can she be my Luna? I thought it was Leona.

I'm running through the forest after leaving her sleeping in that old cabin. I'm not going back there, what happened confused me, that's all. If that was all... how did she advance my haze?

I'm going crazy. This is madness. I keep running until I'm exhausted and lie down between two huge bushes. I sleep there for a while until I remember what awaits me at the pack headquarters and I go home.

"Where were you?" Lucas asks worriedly. "You should have called me if you were going far."

"You should be at your house taking care of yourself. Do you think pneumonia is a joke?" I ask, throwing myself on the sofa.

"I shouldn't even be sick. I still don't know how it happened and why it happened."

"It's simple, we are also human, at some point our body may falter. We are not superheroes, Lucas."

"We should be. For all the things we do. But, tell me... what was said at the meeting that I couldn't go to?"

I tell him what the council of elders wants from me and my total revulsion for an arranged marriage when I don't want to mate with anyone.

"Alpha, can they force you to marry?"

"If I don't find someone worthy of an Alpha, maybe yes! But I don't want to and I'm not looking."

At that moment Argus shouts in my mind:

"Liar." — and the white-haired woman invades my thoughts.

"The haze season has started, why don't you try to find someone?"

"Maybe I have found someone." I say so low that Lucas barely hears. "Lucas, I need a few days, but if I have the answer I need I won't be forced to mate with whoever they want."

"Who is she?" Lucas asks.

"She only has a face for me. But soon it will be more than that."

We drink a little and talk. Lucas goes home against his will and I go to another boring day at the pack headquarters.

"Alpha, we have had some complaints of theft of small animals in the vicinity. You need to find out what's going on." my uncle says.

"Right now with the harvest festival in the spring approaching this comes up. Gather a group of ten wolves for me, we will sniff and find out what's going on."

"Regarding the harvest festival, we need a female presence by your side to lead the women. Have you made any decision about the marriage?" my uncle asked, fearing my mood.

"Tell them that the one-year deadline has not yet passed and that I am not in a hurry."

My uncle just smiles at me and walks away, my room becomes empty and quiet. Soon I will have to go out to hunt whoever is stealing the animals in the region and that will occupy me enough to forget what I did with the stranger.

Soon the wolves and I are running through the pack's perimeter and we smell foxes. I can't believe these animals are here again.

"Alpha, what should we do when we find them?" Raphael asks.

"Kill them! We have to make sure how many there are." I order and each one runs to one side.

After tearing apart two foxes I found myself circling the old cabin where I was yesterday. I smell her here, it's strong enough to make me want to go in. Argus drives me crazy demanding her for us.

I return to human form for a few minutes to think more calmly. I leaned against a tree and watched the house. The night is beginning to fall and the desire to enter to see what she is doing only increases.

I hear something in the woods and return to wolf form. Crossing the forest once again I find another fox. I run like crazy until I realize that my paws have taken me back to the old cabin.

It's already dark and I don't know exactly what time it is until I feel the haze hit me like a giant wave embracing me and warming me like a brazier.

Her scent fills my nostrils making it almost impossible to refuse the desire screaming in me. I return to human form and walk with difficulty to the door opening it slowly.

I hear a noise of something breaking and I quicken my steps to a small kitchen. I think about walking back to the door decided to walk away, but I stop when I see her lift her dress and touch herself.

I can't leave, I freeze there until I see her come to the living room, I step away thinking about leaving. When I turn around, I observe that she is crawling on the floor trying to get to the room.

She looks at me and gets up in a rush. She looks confused and shakes her head a few times until she says:

"If you're real, go away. Don't take another step in my direction." she turns and enters the room.

If she thinks she can order me around I will show her who's in charge here. I go to the room and she turns around very irritated.

"Go away, or you'll regret coming here."

"Really?" I say going in her direction, not giving her time to back down. "Because your scent screams for me."

I hug her and after the kiss I get lost in my haze that mixes with hers. She wraps her legs around my waist, I hold her firmly with one arm and with my free hand I tear her dress leaving a trail of rags on the floor.