The Tribulations of a Beta Romeo

e lessons. Just don't touch the gate or attempt to kill or maim the other, and we're good. Anythin

oser to the gate and then he shifted a little to the side t

s, the red lines on his ri

se! Just let m

If you want to enter the Den, g

e strike, forcing him to stagger backwards a little. As he regained his balance and looked

out cold in

fat kid from five years back." R

He clapped his hands and

he signaled with a wave of his hands. The gate gr

ard, but Daryl held him back and m

oked up and saw three of the elders walk out of the gate, followe

then parted ways to either side,

left his white-haired chest exposed, walked through that path.

o, isn

far, enough mental and physical work for him. One just couldn't fa

ly harmed one of

s mouth, but no

e Den. Daryl followed behind him, carrying Brutus along on his s

rned his gaze to the last elder, he saw that Mona now stood in front him. Behind her,

. Jason walked further aw

a asked. The hostility w

as if she were dealing with an irritable stranger. The only thing that gave him rea

k more powerful than this one. I will be back. I will come back for you and prove to you how worthy I am. That I am capable of change. That I am capable

o anything with that fake-smile o

d around and ran back into the forest, disap

er face, successfully disguised by the rain

for him to run back and take her in his arms. To kiss her gently, softly l

s her until he was

protection of a pack. He's too much of a troublemaker and the outside world is more ruth

lared

r a group of werewolves who will respect him enough to let him be leader, in just two years? It takes time t

ons. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. But, it is what it is. I will leave you to process your thoughts. Ta

path. It felt completely out of place. Romeo slowed to a stop in just a few steps after he landed. He turned around and looked at the rock. History had it that the out-of-place rock had been there since the beginning of the pack's existen

he moon goddess. That large rock, according to the elders, protected all werewolves that dwelled in the woods, from the hunters that dwelled among humans. Perhaps, it was merely a legend, but it was a legend that had been passed on by word of mouth. All the werewolves, regardl

ys a part of. Sort of. He had run through at least two other packs' territories on his way out and half-expected to be jumped by a wolf or two during his four-legged, all-night sprint through the woods. He was sure he had taken a good whiff of fur sev

his mind, and was quickly replaced by the last worried

e form under any circumstances, to a human. His immense strength and strong senses can, for the most part and to the more stupid ones, be excused for genetics and intense training. He looked around him. Nothing, nobody. He took in a deep breath, slowly released it, closed his eyes and then sniffed the air. He sniffed the ground as well and even moved close to the rock to sniff it. Nothing seemed out of place. Only the natural air, leaves, trees, earth and the insects

that intensity that differentiated the gaze of an apex predator from the gaze of a wild, fearless and adventurous man. He latter had some humanity to it. The former had bestiality writt

d four inches tall, muscular, wit

ll about them." He sighed again. "I ha

said a lot about his presenc

" He wondered. "I cannot just move around nake

changing forms never required one to change clothes. Although he did realize that the clothes restricted his movement

hose ones had b

oon, he should able to hear the sounds of humans living in the village some kilometer

ution and he ne

re do I get pants? Where do

ually. Where di

ually. Where di

t them from the Den. The Den got them from the trave

hat the elder said. What animal skin stretches? Probably a special kind. Can I fin