Eren
Thanks to the time off from school I was able to stay home and hide while I healed from my fight with Dylan and my discipline from Uncle. Marq was thorough in his ministrations, but made sure to follow every order from the Alpha.
I had tried to stop the fight before it got that far. By the time I caught up with those guys they were already making fun of Duncan and Lecia and I walked up right as had Dylan. Damn her and her perfect f*cking timing.
If only I could have ended the fight with Dylan before she shifted, unfortunately, things escalated much quicker than I would have liked. Luck was not on either of our sides that day, but it's not like it has ever really been on mine anyway.
The moment I saw her eyes transition from amber to gold, I was awestruck by the beauty of the way they sparkled. I didn't even realize that I had asked her the question that popped into my head.
"What are you?"
Had anyone else caught on to how stupid I sounded? Dylan definitely did. She stood there looking at me like I was a complete moron. Regretting the words the moment they left my mouth was one thing, but replaying that scene over and over in my head just made it that much worse.
Moron! I was a f*cking moron!
Everyone looked at me like I was some privileged, holier than thou, alpha in training. Little did they know that I wished every day that I could leave this damn pack.
Being the nephew to one of the cruelest alphas around didn't help my life the way that most wolves thought it did.
I often wondered if anyone ever really knew their true alpha. If they did, they either were no longer around to tell the tales, or they had mysteriously forgotten ever seeing anything that could be construed as over the top or cruel.
Regardless, there were many, many choices that led me to having to run night patrols with the guards. Combat and other forms of trainings were nothing out of the ordinary. Most of us did these types of trainings from the time we were teenagers, and almost all had started once we had our first shifts, but this was more than just training.
This was just another way for me to be put in place and shown that I was nothing more than what HE wanted me to be. I would be useful, or I would be gone. I learned a long time ago to never let him know just how much I was affected by the things he ordered done to me.
My mother was the younger sister to Alpha Rowan and my father had been killed in the raid seventeen years ago. Living in the pack was fun at first. We were always surrounded by members of the pack who had nothing but amazing stories about my dad.
But as time wore on, mom lost interest in the whole, living part of life. Since my Uncle's wife was never able to have children, he and my aunt took me in and raised me. I learned early on that people wear different faces when they are around different people.
Loving, doting, and kind is the face you presented at home so that you didn't scare the ones who lived with you. Strong, proud, and confident is the one that you wear in front of those you want to rule. But vicious, conniving, and deadly is what you show to those you want to destroy.
Rogan Bluera was a man with many faces and I wasn't even sure if I have ever truly seen all of them. That is one of the many talents he has taught me over the years as well.
Running the Northern perimeter at night may seem like punishment since I had to run it from dusk to dawn with no breaks, but little did they they know that I loved it out here.
Life in the Blood Mist pack was easier for wolves than in other packs, but everyone had their place and purpose here and I was no exception to that. Being out here kept me away from all of the shady shit that I truly wanted no part of.
Here there was no need for masks, no need to pretend to be something, nothing but me and the trees, and the small little animals that roamed in the night. I wondered what they thought of me on nights like this.
Were they scared of me, or annoyed by my presence in their domain?
Did they see me as anything more than a stupid dog following orders?
How I wished I could ask them, while simultaneously being deathly afraid of what they would say. That probably said more about me than anything. Dane hates when I get like this, but I loved that he didn't let my thoughts bother him in his task.
Patrolling through the dense foliage was nothing to Dane, in fact I wasn't sure who enjoyed it more, him or me. Dane was a born protector. I joked that he was more lion than wolf. Annoyed as he was, I could feel the pride radiating through him every time I said or thought those things.
I knew he was still mad at me for what happened with Dylan the other day, but little did he know that I was madder at myself than he ever could be at me, but he was more angry that I had to knock out the beautiful wolf she shifted into before he was able to speak to her.
No one that I knew of had ever seen Dylan shift and though I didn't know why, I knew that my uncle had something to do with it. So the moment I saw that she was losing control I tried to think of ways to prevent it, but it's hard to turn on one's facade at the snap of a finger.
The moment I realized that I needed to get not only myself, but everyone away from her I threw her hard enough against the boulder to knock her out, but not cause her too much trauma. Knowing that she hated me so much that I could cause her to shift in front of others was one of the worst feelings in the world.
This is where my thoughts were at, yet again, when I caught the scent of musty sweet scent that didn't belong here. I called out to the rest of the patrol and instructed them head to my location. A few seconds after that my uncle informed me that he was near by and would be joining the rest of the guards as well.
There was no reason to respond to him, I knew that he would come and didn't want nor need anything else from me. As I continued to follow the scent, I suddenly encountered another scent on the wind that had not only engrained itself into my mind, but one I never thought I would be privy to again.
Dylan's wolf was near by.
Gods! Dylan's wolf was near by and Dane was shocked and excited. It was so rare for him to ever show much emotion so I was thrown off by his reaction, but thankfully my mind was already thinking ten steps ahead of my stupid heart.
Not only was there an intruder near by that may come across Dylan's wolf, but my uncle and the rest of the patrol were headed this way. I knew that if my uncle caught Dylan out here he may end up not only punishing the patrols, but Dylan herself.
F*ck! What the f*ck was I supposed to do? I could protect Dylan from the intruder, and possibly the rest of the patrol, but not my uncle. Dane had already switched from tracking the intruder to running towards Dylan, but I knew that she wouldn't hesitate to attack.
For some reason, probably having to do with Marq, no one could link with Dylan and I wasn't sure if that held true for her wolf, but there was no way that if she saw me approach her like this that she would give me even a moment to try to find out.
The sweet floral scent of Dylan's wolf was close and I could hear her approaching quickly. There was no time. I had to figure out a way to try to tell her to get as far away from here as fast and as quickly as I could.
"Shift now Dane," I commanded mid stride. I knew that this would just be another reason to extend his pretending to ignore me, but I had no choice, I had to approach her as Eren and let her know what was going on.
I landed on my own feet and continued running straight towards her, but in my haste to get to her and explain the situation, I forgot one important part.
I was completely f*cking naked!