Thread: Wolf Moon [Reserved]

It was like any other late night in Juneau, Alaska. Though the relative city was bustling and quite populated, her family had long since settled in the more rural parts centuries ago, having safely situated themselves far from the general source of nutrients. Ever since she was a child, Aleksandra Vukasin had grown accustomed to her bloodline owning most of the lands here. There were the few families that had managed to linger around them and stay out of harm's way, but more than not, Vukasin was the reigning name for most of the inhabitants. It certainly wasn't easy, being a part of a family that was anything but normal. In fact, they weren't a family at all, but rather a pack. Some had often claimed it to be a curse, yet it was a blessing in disguise. They made up thirty of the hundreds remaining of their dying breed, and her father was quite intent on keeping them alive. It seemed, within their safe-haven, that they were going to live prosperous lives unscathed by the dangers of humans and hunters alike. They couldn't assume that their days would stay like this, though. They did not mingle with anyone outside of their circle, as their oaths foretold of dire consequences, if such was trespassed. Luckily for Aleksandra, there was no one who had managed to catch her attention, other than those who could shift as she could. She was one of the many maturing girls in their pack, yet she continued to shine brighter than those pining for the same attention. She had been admittedly sharp minded and keen since the day she was born, holding much promise for their species, and trouble for the males who attempted to gain her affection. Mating was natural, and thus with her appeal, it was only customary that she was bothered by many suitors. They didn't get a damn thing from her, however, and it would stay that way, too. The sun was setting and the atmosphere was heavy with silence. There weren't many walking around, and she was certain the one place that was closest to death, was the classic diner that her Aunt Cherise owned, 'Cherise's Place'. Aleksandra had worked here since she was fourteen, helping bus the tables and wash the dishes. Now, she served passing travelers their homemade pies and signature breakfasts'. It was an easy job, and the pay was fairly nice...but it wasn't something she would write home about. In fact, nights like these often made her rethink her entire way of living. What was she even doing here? Watching a few of her close friends gobble down bloody steak and potatoes like they were going out of style? It was nauseating, the boredom that plagued her young bones. She wanted something. In fact, she wanted someone , to bring her back to life. Daydreaming about a hot fuck again? The question was blunt, and it was fast. Aleksandra only smirked while she continued to wash down the old fashioned counter-bar with a damp washcloth, her eyes flicking over to gaze towards the one responsible for such a harsh assumption. Brandy was beautiful, but she spoke too soon and she didn't know where her head started and her ass ended. Brandy was with Jake, and they had sex. A lot of it, which in turn made Aleksandra infuriated. So many overwhelming, potent pheromones could drive a girl crazy! Even if she could have anyone she wanted, they weren't worth it in her opinion. They were all the same - drooling, stinky dogs. Yeah, I am, she quipped casually, sashaying her hips in a tempting manner. He has me bent over, ass perked up...and he's rubbing the tip of his huge cock against my slit, making me beg for it. Gods, and it feels sooooo good, she exclaimed, chiming in with a few forced moans and gropes to her ass. The girls situated at the nearby booth erupted into laughter, while Brandy merely rose a brow. I need to tell Jake to do that to me, she muttered, making the giggles die down into disgusted whines that let her know that they didn't want to hear a word about her sex life. Because really, it would only turn all of them green with envy.