Wolf

The rest of the journey was uneventful, and I stopped five miles from the meeting grounds around dusk at the end of the second day. I brought down a small doe and a pair of rabbits earlier in the day, and though I was eager for venison I refrained, grudgingly, saving it as a gift for the bitch. Alphas expect gifts from loners returning for the meet on the full moon, it shows that the ‘wolf is successful and able to take care of themselves; so the bigger the gift, the better. I grimly set to skinning and cleaning the rabbits for myself, though with many longing glances at the plump young deer that I had tied up in a tree to keep it from scavengers. I was still hungry when I went to bed. The winter fur on the rabbits helped to disguise how scrawny they were, but it was too late to get more. I stared at the fire, ignoring both the grumbling of my stomach and the tempting smell of the deer, and then slowly drifted to sleep.
I awoke early, with the sun, and resumed my trek in human form to be able to carry the deer without ruining the hide with puncture marks. If I had been in a normal pack, the whole ordeal would have been ceremonious. Werewolves don’t normally leave the pack out of spite towards the Alpha, or out of anger. A lone werewolf is simply that, lone. They leave the pack because they would prefer to live a solitary existence. But, since I am no ordinary werewolf, I carried my burden toward the pack-meet with my heart sinking to my boots, and anger replacing it.
A werewolf pack-meet isn’t a meeting at all, but a holiday of sorts. A time for new births to be celebrated (yes, werewolves can have children, they just aren’t always werewolf because we weren’t at first), special announcements to be made, and rank challenges to be made, allowing for advancement within the pack. It’s also a time for the lone members to regroup and catch up on pack news. And to possibly meet some new faces. In Farra’s pack, however, there are no new births or special announcements; and hardly any challenges. And you can basically forget seeing any new faces. Farra hasn’t made any new pack members in a very long time, and she most likely won’t start again. As for the births, Farra is sterile as far as any of us know. She’s tried several times, though not with me, but with no results, so she gave up.
I heard the pack-meet long before I saw it, and almost turned in the opposite direction, when the directional gut-tug that had led me all the way gave a vicious jerk that nearly sent me sprawling and Farra’s snarling, whiney voice rang out in my head.
Danny boy you made it! And here I thought you would ditch.
I made my way sullenly towards the clearing, knowing what I would see when I got there, and silently seething at her stupid nickname for me; I didn’t even care if she could hear me. In fact I flung my thoughts at her, all the resentment and anger that I had build up since the last pack-meet, and hit her square in the face with a mental slap.
The whole pack was growling when I reached the clearing, both those in human form and those not. My mental slap had reverberated through all their minds and they were quick to defend their leader’s wounded pride. As for their sniveling bitch of a leader, she stood in all her glory, five-foot nothing with her blonde hair obscuring her face and her green eyes blazing through the curtain of hair.