Thread: Teen Wolf (Naomi David and Reydan)

Fuck Mark hissed through clenched teeth. Yeah whispered Cecily next to him. Yeah. I mean she spun to look at him as Cleste prowled a little, getting used to her new form, not just a Beta but a really fucking powerful one. I mean, you can sense it on her. Maybe its the fae blood or maybe its... she looked at him, uncertain, unwilling to voice the probability. She isn't he snarled, his voice certainly carrying over to Cleste. She won't be the chosen mate. That's stupid. There's no attraction, no similarity, hell he groaned in frustration, we don't even like each other. Even before this Cleste couldn't fucking stand me! There's no way she's my Lunar One. He stalked over to Cleste, who had begun to shift back, and was now a 'normal' wolf again. You need to be part of the pack he growled at her. No if ands or buts. Meet us in two hours time. At the campsite where I... he scowled. You know. And he stalked off, not looking back. He was the first one at the campsite later. Prowling, normally transformed, he sniffed and huffed at the night air in frustration. Lunar One. It was an old folk story, nothing more, a piece of lycanthrope lore that meant nothing. Based around the very real idea that Alpha's needed mates to help continue the species, the story went that in a pack such as Mark's where all members were bitten rather than born wolves, eventually fate would place a stronger Beta into the group who would be bound to the Alpha as a soulmate. He spat. Cecily was wrong. Dead wrong. He watched as, over the next few minutes, figures prowled out of the dark. There were six Betas in the pack, not counting Cleste, and he eyed them one by one. Cecily stood, frowning, on his left. Her customary position given that he had no mate to take the place. Next to her was Jenny, with her similar red colouring to Cecily, and next to her the smaller form of Daniel. Daniel had only been twelve when bitten and now, fifteen, was still the smallest and youngest member of the pack. His yellow eyes darted around with worry. Next to Daniel were a couple, Ellen and Marcos, in their earlier twenties but weaker wolves and happy to follow Mark. They could be relied upon, he knew, but could also be a little on the cowardly side. Looking after each other was their main priority. The final Beta stood a little further back. Noone knew much about Zac's past. He was older by far, pushing forty, his hide flecked with grey. Blue eyes, the sign of a killer, flashed in his scarred face. Mark scowled. He suspected that, even though a weak and almost dying Omega when they had found him, Zac had once been an Alpha in his own right. He was trouble, always challenging decisions and vying for status, and Mark had recently taken to keeping a close eye on him, sure he would challenge for the pack soon. He also knew he wanted to make Cecily his mate, whether she liked the idea or not. We've a new member of the pack Mark announced, cutting across their confused babble, and shifting as their eyes fixed on him. For a second he worried that she hadn't turned up but then he smelt her, her scent strangely inviting and floral, and turned to point. Cleste he said simply.