Bitches and Women

Farra is rouge and a real bitch if you ask me (both literally and figuratively). Many of the members of her pack would, grudgingly, back up her right as their creator. But it really pisses me off that her right has never been challenged (a ‘wolf Alpha can be challenged just the same as the Alpha of a regular wolf’s pack). In a strong pack, a leader’s right is challenged almost yearly, sometimes twice a year, mostly by newcomers (who almost never win). Why hasn’t Farra’s right been challenged? She has a bodyguard. His name is Sven; big guy, really strong, by all other standards he would have been leader long ago. Except for one thing, Sven’s not the brightest crayon in the box; he has about the mental capacity of a five-year-old and Farra’s got him sticking closer to her than if she had him on a leash. The guy absolutely adores her.

One other reason that women can’t be Alpha, they get to emotional during “certain times;” female ‘wolves more than regular women. Unless that’s just Farra, I really wouldn’t know because there are no other females in Farra’s pack. She handpicked every target for a reason, all of us young handsome high school boys. Except for Sven (whom she found in Russia and was her first member) she has the makings of a male harem, and she knows it. On top of that, she refuses to let us associate with members of other packs (for obvious reasons), something she enforces easily because of the mental link the Alpha has with the rest of the pack, even I am still controlled by her. There have been many times when I wished she would die so that link would be severed.

Before I went inside the little house I rented just outside town I quickly scanned the perimeter, inhaling deeply, checking for sign of other ‘wolves and of Hunters. My lip curled involuntarily at the thought. Hunters are the mortal enemies of both werewolves and vampires, the only living thing that can match us in strength and speed, and everything else. Plus they used swords, silver-plated swords. They were also the ones hired out to kill the packs of rouge wolves and, being lone, I didn’t get much news out here. I stood poised for a few moments, nostrils flared, ready to jump back on my bike and run or fight. I relaxed after a while, smelling nothing, and went inside for a hot shower and a nap.