Wolf Moon [Reserved]

[Silver Lining]

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.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Daniel was confused. Both he and his father had lived in Los Angeles, where they lived well because of his father's job. He knew several people there, had a few girlfriends, made enemies, but this was all wiped away as soon as he heard the words "We're going to Alaska". Of course, he asked why this had happened, but the only response he had gotten was that clients were satisfied with the work his father did, and so he needed to go somewhere that had "many prospective new clients". Now, he never asked what his father did or why, but he assumed it had something to do with paper.

But why, WHY on earth would Alaska be a good place to go to? This question went unanswered, and so they left. It was nearly nighttime when they drove into town. His father's pickup truck stopped near a large building, and both of them got out. Daniel was easily 6'5" and weighed near 160 pounds, with short brown hair and soft eyes of hazel hidden behind a set of glasses. He had a toned physique, but there was no way you could tell under the swathe of heavy clothes he wore. The wind nipped at his face, causing him to pull up the dark green hood and looked towards his dad. "What're you doing?" he asked bitterly, crossing his arms for warmth.

"Got to go see someone," his father answered. He was certainly odd. Dressed only in a form-fitting shirt that showed off his built and athletic physique and lightly tanned skin, it was as if the cold didn't bother him in the least. In his right hand was a black suitcase, hefting it easily over his shoulder as he turned to look at the building. With a sideways glance, he saw a diner that said "Cherise's Place". "Go get something to eat, eh? I'll be awhile," his father said, and walked into the building, leaving Daniel by himself.

"Hmph," Daniel looked down the street and shrugged, walking towards the diner, taking his time. Once he got inside, he was engulfed in an aura of warmth that prompted him to close the door and pull down his hood. His eyes flickered to the people inside, stopping for a moment at the group of girls at one of the booths, and at the chefs in the kitchen before he sat down at a booth. He hadn't noticed the waitress at the counter, instead concentrating on getting warm as he peeled off the heavy jacket. Underneath, he wore a simple white T-shirt that still hid any indication of a trained body.

He looked over the menu silently, only taking a moment to glance towards the waitress and her friend. She was very pretty and all, but his attention was caught by the girl with the bright orange hair and dark eyes. Her curves told him that she was lithe and agile, not to mention completely and breathtakingly gorgeous. He did, however, managed to peel his gaze away, needing to eat as he looked back at the menu.

 

[Silver Lining]

Human.

She could smell it a mile away, and it made her tummy rumble. It was animalistic, but the funny thing was, that's exactly what made her...her. Aleksandra didn't need to look up to know that someone was about to open up the door to her Aunt's diner, signaling out the happy little chime of a bell overhead. She knew Brandy would be burning holes into the newcomer's flesh, as well as the other girls, who took it upon themselves to be a little bit more discreet with their study. Did they want to gobble up the cute tourist? Well, that depended. It was surely tempting, considering when they were hungry, anything with a pulse and a hefty amount of flesh on it's bones looked appetizing. She had the inkling that if anyone knew of their true habits, they'd turn right back around and never look back. No matter how delicious Aunt Cherise's apple pie was.

Well, it was time to be a waitress, she supposed. Clicking her tongue, she tossed away the washcloth she had been previously using into a nearby sink behind the counter, her fingers already wrapped firmly about a notepad and pen. It was common courtesy to approach a table with a smile, but it was late...she was tired, hungry, and all she wanted to do was punch Brandy in the face for teasing her.

"Hey," she greeted, her voice smooth yet strangely sultry. It held an edge to it that demanded attention, even if she wasn't looking for it. "Find anything that catches your appetite," she asked, her eyes briefly drawing over him. Hm...he was handsome. She especially enjoyed his glasses, as she had always found spectacles to be horribly attractive. He pulled them off, and Aleksandra had to give him credit for it. But, being the ever polite young worker, she kept her mouth shut and simply stepped in his line of sight, to mainly block him from the piercing gazes of the girls. They were as curious as she was, but she didn't show it as openly as they did. Really, sometimes they seemed to forget their ages. They were well beyond their years of maturity to know that it was quite rude to stare at someone, and with the way they were, they were practically gawking.

He was probably passing through...as they all usually were. There was nothing here to keep them lingering. It was desolate, bare...and dangerous. In fact, if Aleksandra wasn't set in staying here out of her sole duty to survive, she would have fled this shitty town long ago herself. But she couldn't, because out there...they would eat her faster than she could eat them. This was her life, that was that.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Oddly, he could feel the eyes on him, particularly the waitress' friend. He shifted a bit, trying to get the feeling of being uncomfortable off. Daniel certainly wasn't used to being stared at... and, remembering what his father had taught him: never look in the direction of those who watch with a hunger in their eyes. He never knew why it was so important, but he always took it to heart.

Daniel looked up to see the waitress, and his eyes flashed briefly to her nametag, the glance so quick that it was almost impossible to notice. Aleksandra. Hm... he thought, and smiled when she spoke. It was a tone that was utterly... what the hell, utterly delicious.

"Yeah, I have. Can I get a chicken sandwich, diet Coke, and for dessert . . . the apple pie," Daniel answered with a friendly yet slightly shy smile. He was almost afraid that he gazed at her a moment too long, enthralled by her, but managed to make it casual.

 

[Silver Lining]

"Apple pie," she repeated, her eyes seeming to warm up in the slightest, before a small hint of a smile teased at her lips. "That's a good choice...you won't be disappointed," she promised before turning about and making her way towards the kitchen. Before she did though, she didn't hesitate to toss over a potent glare towards the booth full of her friends, who were still watching the fresh meat. Damn them, they were so fucking obvious. Brandy had that edge about her, that gave Aleksandra all the knowledge she would need, to know that she was about to saunter that tanned ass of her's over towards the chicken sandwich, diet coke and apple pie guy to further escalate her brief gift of entertainment. After all, it wasn't every day that they were given such...but still, did she really need to make him feel as uncomfortable as he looked?

Aleksandra couldn't save him from his impending doom though, and she simply set herself to the task of making his food.

As assumed, Brandy slid out from the leather booth and quietly made her way towards the human, a smile quickly tweaking her painted lips. "Heya," she greeted with a cheerful perk, settling herself across from him without permission. "What's a cutie like you doing here all alone? We haven't had a soul pass through in...months," she confessed, tossing her long blonde hair away from her face. She didn't intend on slithering her way into his pants, she was merely bored and he looked absolutely delectable. After all, she was Jake's girl...and anyone that caught Aleksandra's attention was one that was worthy of a bit of prying.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Daniel allowed the smallest of smiles to return in response to Aleksandra subtle change in expression, and nodded slightly. "Really? I'll be looking forward to it, then. Thank you, Aleksandra," he replied. As she turned and walked away, his eyes flickered to the firm ass that was covered by her pants. But, realizing his rudeness, he coughed nervously and looked away.

His thoughts were both on being stuck in Alaska and the girl who just graced him with her presence, but he was quickly shaken out of the daze as the girl slid into his booth. She's bold, he said silently, but thought nothing of it as she smiled at him. Daniel restrained the want to blush from her compliment, and instead smiled gently as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward a bit, folding his hand together.

"Nothing much. Just hoping to get something to eat," Daniel answered, "The name's Daniel. And yours?"

 

[Silver Lining]

"What a coincidence...I'm hoping to get something to eat too," she practically purred, mimicking Daniel's movements. She too, leaned forward, but much more than he had...her hands folding soon after. "You may call me whatever you wish to, honey," Brandy mused, giggling before she scrunched her nose up and gave a playful shrug. "But, if you must know...everyone around here calls me Brandy. Back on topic, though, I wasn't aware that this place was so popular now. Cherise hadn't informed me that she was doing some international ad campaigns...you came all way out here to this little piece of paradise in Alaska, for some pie," she teased, giving him a promising wink. She was well aware that Aleksandra would be occupied in the kitchen for a few more minutes, which in turn gave her plenty of time to play with her new toy.

"So, you like Alek," she asked, motioning her head casually towards the direction in which the orange-headed girl had disappeared to. "I saw you looking at her ass...that wasn't very polite of you, Daniel," she cooed tauntingly, brushing her leg up against his own without hesitation. "I promise I won't tell her, though. Who knows, maybe she wouldn't mind it...but that's enough about her. She's so rough around the edges anyway, I doubt you could handle someone of her degree," Brandy admitted, a challenge in her tone. Who knew, maybe this was the one gifted with the big cock that Aleksandra often fantasized about.

 

[Lord Dakol]

A flicker of embarrassment betrayed the cool exterior that Daniel had erected when she winked and responded, and he put the calm expression back on, but he figured it was too late now. However, he continued to be calm, looking at Brandy when she commented on him eating there.

"Oh, well . . . I'm in town for a while. Just thought I find out what's good here," he responded. He then gave her an alarmed look as she talked about the look he gave Alek's ass, and blushed gently, betraying himself yet again. "I, um . . . well..." the words were then lost on him, but was engulfed into an even deeper sense of loss when she brushed her leg against him. What was he trying to say?

 

[Silver Lining]

Brandy giggled, absolutely smitten over how adorably embarrassed this one was. Who would have thought...then again, from the way he dressed, he certainly made work of covering himself up. She tipped her head, feigning interest before her shoulders sagged and she gave out a dramatic puff of air. "A while? So, you're now living here temporarily? That will definitely make for some interesting chatter...at least we'll have a new face around here," she admitted, glancing over her shoulder. Aleksandra would be out any second, and Brandy was curious to see if the orange-headed rebel would drop the plate of food when she saw them conversing oh so wonderfully. Either way, this one was skittish, and she knew it'd definitely take someone quite special to settle his nerves, and that special someone was not her.

"I best be leaving you alone before our lovely Alek catches me...so uh, I hope you enjoy your food," Brandy mused, turning her eyes back towards the human. She grinned, leaning in then, her lips only inches away from his, "I have a feeling you'll like the pie, the mos--" A loud clatter, and a plate dropped onto the table between the both of them. Seems Brandy hadn't moved quick enough.

"Nice to see you two becoming friends," Aleksandra muttered, nudging Daniel's plate in front of him with a single finger. His drink was then handed over, much more gently. She didn't bother looking at him, she was too busy glaring down towards her best friend who just didn't realize when she needed to stop. She had been practically sharing the same breath with the guy! Oh, Jake would just love to hear all about this one. Then again, knowing him, it would only suffice to turn him on, to know his girl was playing cat and mouse with an insignificant little meat bag. They really were animals when they wanted to be. Turning her head then, she stepped off to the side, letting Brandy slip from the booth and join her snickering band of harpies. Aleksandra looked disappointed, but more than that, she almost looked jealous.

"You really know how to make a first impression, huh," she asked, only shaking her head, "Eat up, kid. You don't want it getting cold."

 

[Lord Dakol]

This was not going like he planned. Daniel wasn't just flustered from this advance, but also... nervous. Nervous about what, though? The most likely feeling he had was "RUN!", but he wouldn't listen. Instead, his hand twitched subtly when Brandy giggled, and forced himself to tighten the grip, squeezing it until the nails dug into the palm of his hand. "You must not get many people here, then," he said, his jaw clenching, though it was possibly unseen. Why did he feel a certain bloodlust in the air? His first thought was that she did this for fun, and ate men like him for breakfast. But he couldn't shake off the gut feeling of being toyed with like a ball of yarn.

However, Daniel noticed that Brandy continued to glance over her shoulder, and realized it: she was doing this to get on Alek's nerves. But why? What importance did he have to her? She wasn't that interested in him, from what he could see, and he simply didn't believe she was single. But, from the way that Brandy was trying to play him like a fiddle, it was clear. The young man instinctively drew back his head a bit when she leaned in, and could almost taste her lips when she spoke. He was puzzled by the comment about the pie, and was about to ask for an explanation, when a plate clattered between them, making Brandy dart back.

He glanced at Aleksandra and looked a bit relieved that she practically saved the day, and blushed gently when she spoke. For a reason he couldn't explain, Daniel's nerves were greatly jumbled, something that didn't happen often. He neglected to notice that she had an envious look about her.

"I suppose..." he replied, looking down at the food. The steam that rose off the food and pie looked delicious, and could feel his hunger rising. Now, the previous nervousness for his life was replaced by nervousness for the proximity that Alek stood by him. "Thank you, Aleksandra."

Daniel ignored the quip about being a "kid", and picked up the sandwich, taking a tentative bite out of it. Warmth coursed along his skin and he let out a sigh of pleasure; it was good! A smile twitched at his lips as he took another bite before looking up at her. "It's fantastic!" he said, the nerves calming down.

 

[Silver Lining]

His exclamation of how much he enjoyed his sandwich was appreciated, and she found it to be oddly...cute. She couldn't help but feel exceptionally above the human, because after all, what she truly was could very well rip him to shreds faster than he could realize that his head was missing. It was sad, because deep down, maybe Aleksandra would enjoy getting to know him better...but it just wasn't polite to play with one's food. Tipping her head, she flashed him those pearly whites in a display of amusement. "You should try it on one of my good days," she quipped, obviously teasing him like she was so prone to do with everyone.

"Whenever you want, I'll ring you up and get you your receipt. Enjoy your meal," she mused, turning away before her eyes managed to linger a bit longer than they should have. Something about that kid got her blood boiling, and it wasn't for the fact that he smelled utterly fucking delicious, either. Aleksandra had always had an immaculate talent when it came to perceiving people. She could just...feel them out, and from what she felt of this one, there was definitely potential there. Still...it was obvious he was almost scared of her, and no matter how much she wanted to convince herself that he had no reason to look at her with a skittish hesitation, she really couldn't blame him. If they were both lucky, they wouldn't have to bump into one another after this. However, Brandy was the one he should be worried about, not her.

Having made her way to the counter-bar, she could feel the girls watching her, and it wasn't long before her adoring friend came fluttering over. Brandy grinned, leaning against the previously cleaned tile. "He likes you," she said, nudging Aleksandra with her hip, "He was checking out your ass." This made the orange-headed teen roll her eyes dramatically, tossing the blonde a glare, "He's a human." Thus, it couldn't be.

"Who cares? You could still have some fun...just don't let him fuck you. God forbid you come home with a scent of a meat bag reeking all over you. The boys will be in an absolute outrage," Brandy muttered, shaking her head at the thought. "You could always say you ate him...no...they'd pick up the smell of sex a mile away," she purred, forcing Aleksandra to sigh. "Will you just...shut the fuck up?"

 

[Lord Dakol]

Daniel glanced down at his sandwich, then back up at her, then down at his sandwich again. This isn't a good day? he thought, his mouth watering at the thought of an even better sandwich. But then, he realized, she might be joking. So, he chuckled gently nodded. "I'll be sure to do that, then," he replied, taking another bite.

As she walked away, Daniel kept his eyes firmly upon his sandwich, not even daring to look at her ass as she walked away. Unlike other girls he dated and met, he wasn't at ease around her. Perhaps if was because he needed to get used to being around new people, but he knew the most likely scenario was that he liked her... a lot. His father taught him to never trust anyone made you feel nervous, and he felt that exact way with Brandy. Something about her sent a chill down his spine, and seeing Aleksandra made his heart thud louder than usual. However, he couldn't tell at all if she was interested him, and so he tried to let it go.

But, his ears picked up an unfortunate piece of their conversation; Brandy was telling her what he had done. "Argh..." he growled, hitting his forehead with the entire palm of his hand in exasperation. She must have thought he was a total jerk. Shaking his head, Daniel continued eating his sandwich and finished his drink before moving onto the pie. One bite and... damn, they weren't lying. He gulped down the piece and smiled slightly before eating that, too.

Soon enough, Daniel finished everything in front of him and leaned back with a satisfied smile, full as can be. His eyes flickered towards the counter, where Aleksandra was, and grimaced as he noticed that Brandy was still hanging around. Dammit. Standing up, Daniel walked past the table and towards them, stopping just a few feet before he spoke. "Thanks for the food, Aleksandra. It was great. Can I get the receipt?" he inquired, his mood and behavior more cool and collected, then his eyes didn't sat focused on Alek's for very long at a time.

 

[Silver Lining]

Despite Brandy being an overwhelming, pestering bitch at times...she was a good girl. Her heart was in the right place, and she only acted like this when a human was around. After all, it wasn't every day that one actually moved up here. It was as if they were all starving, famished dogs...and he was a juicy, raw steak sitting right in front of their sniffing noses. Of course they would be attracted, of course they would want to get closer and goddamn, of course they would want to sink their teeth into the new guy. But, they couldn't. No matter how much their animalistic tendencies raged within their bodies, they weren't permitted to hurt anyone. It would only bring unwanted attention to their family, and arouse suspicion. They were hiding for the sake of survival, and no one could ruin that for them. After all, they had been here for centuries.

Aleksandra was ready to put up her apron for the night, and she planned on doing just that when Daniel was gone. Luckily for her, it seemed as if he was faster than she had initially expected him to be. A brow rose just briefly, and Brandy grinned, batting her lashes towards the newcomer. Great, she felt horrible for him having to go through this his first night here. It wasn't right, and even if deep down her gut told her to just not give a fuck, she couldn't let him walk away without an explanation. Well, an explanation that would hopefully calm him down and make him realize that Brandy did this to everyone, when she really didn't.

"Alright, c'mere," she beckoned the other, motioning for Daniel to follow her to the register, away from everyone else. She rang his order up and slid the receipt across the counter, but her fingers were still pressed to the small piece of paper, not giving it up just yet. "Hey," Aleksandra began, her voice significantly softer than it usually was. "I'm sorry...for what she did back there. I knew I shouldn't have left you alone with her, she does that to everyone, especially if you're new in town. Believe me, she isn't as bad as she seems," she admitted, a sweet smile managing to make it's way onto her mouth. Finally, it was revealed why she hadn't given him his total. She quickly discarded of the receipt, crumpling it up and shoving it into her back pocket. "The meal is free, you probably couldn't enjoy it knowing we were talking about you," she muttered, closing up the register after she paid the measly ten bucks out of her own stash. "Let me tell you one thing, though," she continued, meeting his gaze. Wow, he really did have nice eyes...and gosh, those glasses made her knees go weak, too.

"Even if you don't know me...I don't mind that you looked at my ass. I can't really blame you, after all," Aleksandra quipped, giving him a wink.

 

[Lord Dakol]

When Brandy grinned at him, Daniel covered his mouth and coughed nervously, looking back at Aleksandra as she rose an eyebrow. However, he silently followed the beautiful girl behind the counter, where she began to ring up the total. He prepared to get his wallet out and pay her - after all, he used to have a job before he left his home -, but stopped, seeing that her delicate fingers were pressed into the slip, not allowing him to take it.

He was honestly surprised when her voice became audibly softer, "It's totally fine. I used to know someone who did the same thing; granted, he was a guy, but still," he replied, and stopped when he saw her smile. It was small, friendly, and incredibly gorgeous. His eyes flickered to her hand as she threw away the paper, and was about to argue when she spoke first.

"Thank you, but I did enjoy it immensely. I haven't had a good meal like that since my mom..." Daniel cleared his throat, wanting to change the subject when she looked into his eyes.

Okay, did he just melt? He was forced to use the counter to support his weight as the strength in his body went limp, but made it seem like nothing was wrong. This, however, was completely in vain as he heard her last, soft words and that wink that made him let out a shaky breath, and pushed up his glasses with his middle finger. "It..." he tried to say; she was flirting with him, wasn't she? "I see. It was an accident, honestly."

His pocket then rang once, he familiar tone that let him know that his dad just texted him. Looking at his phone, he nodded and replied. "I gotta go. Thanks for the for the food, Aleksandra. Maybe I'll see you around?" he inquired before leaving the diner, making a small wave to Brandy before pulling up his hood and leaving the building. Maybe... maybe there was a reason to stay.

 

[Silver Lining]

Aleksandra only stood there, listening to the bell chiming overhead slowly die down until nothing was left. Right, she hoped he didn't see him around...because more than not, it would only cause both of them problems that they couldn't afford to have. In fact, she knew he wouldn't be able to deal with it...he...well, he just seemed weak in that sense. After all, if he was this gooey when it came to a girl openly making a pass to him, what the hell would he do when death was breathing down his neck in the form of a ravaging, vicious wolf? Right...it'd be best if he kept his distance, and something told her that he would. Especially with Brandy around.

Speaking of whom, Brandy took the chance to take the spot where Daniel had previously been standing, mimicking his movements with an outlandish fashion of exaggerating them. "I gotta go...thanks for the food, Aleksandra. Maybe I'll...see you around," she exclaimed in a sing-song tone, leaning in to lower her eyes towards the speculating waitress, "And by see you around, I mean bending you over and fucking that tight ass that I so accidentally looked at." She was so obscene, and Aleksandra loved it, a bright laugh escaping her before she could muffle it. "You really don't know when to stop, do you," she asked the blonde, who only answered with an innocent shrug. "You wouldn't want me to stop even if I could, Alek. Admit it, you looooove it," Brandy teased, watching her friend quickly tidy up any remaining messes before the lights were shut off and the doors were locked behind them. Finally, they could all go home to their well-established, laid out gathering of log cabins and spacious wooded lands. Hell, it was like a town, just for them.

It was good to be home, and even if she had been hopelessly curious about Daniel, he was quickly set into the back of her mind, safe and sound. The majority of the pack was settled into their homes, either sleeping or getting ready to sleep. Brandy was already skipping off to join Jake, while the other girls fled around to meet up with their own selective partners. Which, in turn, left Aleksandra to contemplate whether or not she wanted to head on up to her own loft in the cabin she shared with Brandy, who hadn't stayed in her bedroom since...well...since Jake had opened up his bed to her. She couldn't help it, it got awfully lonely at times.

There was the occasional howl off in the distance, and it sent a delighted tingle of arousal down her spine. Gods, she just wanted to shift and run through the woods...but something told her she shouldn't. In fact, it was the overbearing weight of being watched, and she knew by who. He was the only one in the pack that actually managed to snag her attention for more than a few minutes, and it didn't help that he seemed to know her more than she realized he did at times, too. Thus, she stood right outside of her door, on the humble little porch, letting him know that she wasn't oblivious to his presence. Instead of waiting for him, though, she simply left the door open after she stepped inside, the invitation quite obvious. Gabriel made for a pleasant source of company, and it also helped that he was quite easy on the eyes, too. In everyone else's opinions, they would make a good couple, yet...Aleksandra couldn't quite bring herself to give in. Tugging her jacket off, she sighed, fingers running through the bright strands of orange atop her head. What a long fucking night it had been...

 

[Lord Dakol]

Soon enough, Daniel made it to the truck, where his father was waiting, his arms crossed and leaning against the side of the vehicle. "What took you so long?" his father asked, his eyes flickering towards Daniel with a questioning gaze. "I was . . . preoccupied," Daniel replied, smirking gently before pulling down the hood. Standing on the other side of the truck, he shivered gently, though it wasn't because of the cold. No, it was his father. For some reason, he always felt like his father when they were near. He instinctively adopted his tall, confident stance and hard, smoldering stare, though in Daniel's case, it was a little softer.

Getting into the car, his father glanced at him and sniffed the air gently. The man always had a great sense of smell. "Chicken, eh? Apple pie, and..." his father stopped, his eyes narrowing viciously. "Did you meet anyone while you eating?" he asked, utterly seriously.

"Yeah. A girl named Brandy and Aleksandra. Why?" Daniel replied suspiciously.

"Did one of them look like they wanted to eat you for dinner?" woah. His father was right on the mark. "Yeah, Brandy. Again, why?"

His father said nothing and started up the car. As they drove past the diner, Daniel was given a fleeting glimpse of Aleksandra as she walked down the sidewalk, and noticed the subtle glared that came from his father. Weird.

Gabriel had waited for a while. Of course, the cold winds didn't bother him in the least, but it had taken Aleksandra to arrive at home later than usual. He pursue the thought for now, as the young woman walked right up onto her porch.

Gabriel was leaning against a thick, tall tree, several feet away from the cabin she lived in. She paused, and both of them knew he was there. He let a small smile play upon his lips. Walking towards the open door, knowing it was a invitation to come inside, Gabriel walked upon the steps.

He was a tall, well-built male, wearing a white shirt that clung to his body, with short black hair and dark blue eyes. His body was nothing short of a god. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched Aleksandra slipping off the jacket to reveal the small, extremely delicious figure she was gifted with. Without a word, he stepped inside and closed the door, turning to her. "Hello, Alek. Work went well?" he inquired with a calm smirk, resting against the wall as his eyes tracked her movements.

He had wanted her for a long time; she knew that, but for some reason she always kept him at a distance. Not that he minded; it was fun to see how long it would take before she would allow him to get close. In a way, he sensed that she was special... not only to herself, but to him, too. And he wanted so badly to find out why.

 

[Silver Lining]

"Work," she repeated, giving a shrug of her dainty shoulders. "It was alright I guess...the regular customers throughout the day like usual of course, but...we do have a new residence in the town," she admitted, tossing him a glance. Gods, why did he have to look so downright amazing standing there, like he owned the place? It made her stomach twist and her nerves begin to boil up into a fit of provocation. Aleksandra was practically dying to see what he looked like beneath those clothes that were tailored to him so perfectly. However, what got her the most, were those eyes. She had a thing for eyes, and his were just downright amazing.

They had a habit of making her shudder under intimidation, and making her knees go weak when swooned.

"I guess he moved here with a family member...or something. He's a nice kid, but of course Brandy harassed him at every chance she got. So other than that little scheme of entertainment, I was bored the entire time," she confessed while tossing her jacket over the back of her couch. Why, she continued to ask herself, did she insist on keeping Gabriel away from her? Her hormones were raging like never before, and they only worsened when he was this close to her. It infuriated her to know that she was so hesitant, as if she was saving herself for something...or someone. She didn't understand it, but what she did understand was the fact that it was beyond frustrating and she really, truly, couldn't take it anymore. Maybe she should just let go, for once in her life, and see if it actually paid off in the way she had felt it would. After all, what could it hurt, hm?

She was starting to undo the black leather belt around her waist, which kept the low-rising ripped jeans she wore from falling off of her slender hips, when she finally turned to him fully. "Why don't you ever visit me when I'm working," Aleksandra asked, the question innocent enough. However, it gave him the impression that she wanted to see more of him...which was true. Their casual meetings inside of her home, which often escalated to some rebellious kissing and groping, which soon stopped with her complaints, could only go so far as to sate them both. She knew what he tasted like...but that didn't stop her from wanting more.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Gabriel cocked an eyebrow in interest, "Oh? I'm guessing it's a human. Don't know why they insist on moving here. Of course, if they actually looked, they would find something more mysterious," he replied. Once his ears picked up that it was a male - or rather, boy, from the sound of it -, he asked another question. "What's the kid's name?"

While waited for her answer, Gabriel's eyes calmly trailed over the curves and flesh of her body. She would probably be surprised to know that, despite the shields that she put up to stop him, he still kept himself for her. No, he wasn't a virgin, but sense that one day when they had gotten more personal and passionate, he couldn't even look at another female the same way without thinking about Aleksandra. It physically hurt him to resist wanting a release, but... he completely knew that whatever he could have with her, it would complete him for the rest of his life.

"I'm busy. You know that," he answered, his smile getting a bit bigger, smirking as she began to undo her belt; damn tease. Though, he enjoyed it the back and forth with them. In spite of her blocks, it still intrigued him to know that she was getting lonely without him. Business with both her father and his meant that he was working with many people, most of whom he didn't - and never would - like.

 

[Silver Lining]

"Daniel," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "I shouldn't really call him a kid, though. He's our age...but...you know, humans...they seem so young and naive to me, I can't help it," she admitted, her eyes dropping to her feet. She hadn't tugged off her worn Doc Martins yet, and she couldn't bring herself to move so she could do it, either. Daniel...he was nice, and she liked him, at least from what she had so far witnessed of the type he was. In a sense, he was a breath of fresh air for her and she could only hope that he didn't have to stay here for much longer. It would be miserable for him, she knew that much, because hell...if she wanted to get out, of course he would want to, too. Natural, considering her life was repetitive, despite the excitement that came with being a lycan. It definitely wasn't like the movies, that was obvious.

Finally her attention seemed to narrow down into the present, and she sighed, tugging her belt free from the loops of her jeans. "Too busy for me," Aleksandra asked, giving Gabriel a pointed look, "I'm hurt by that, Gabe...and don't give me the excuse that our dads keep you chained up to the point where you can't sneak away for five minutes." She knew he wouldn't be coming to her Aunt Cherise's diner for food, but at least he could stop by and give her that saucy grin she so loved. Maybe that would make her prolonging hours at work seem a bit more...well, pleasurable. Oh, she could only hope.

Dropping her belt to the floor finally, she began to gently ease her loosely-laced boots off of her feet, which in turn lowered her height significantly. She was small, especially compared to Gabriel. A nudge, and the boots were shuffled out of the way before she smiled towards him, "Are you undressing me with your eyes?" She wouldn't mind if he did...in fact, a part of her wished he would begin to undress her with his hands.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Upon hearing about the human, and noticing the little smile that was on Alek's face, Gabriel could quickly tell that she liked him... a bit. However, he wasn't worried in the least. For one, he had know Aleksandra much, much longer than Daniel had. Two, he wasn't a lycan. He simply couldn't survive the passion and energy that she had hidden inside her, never mind about the dangers of lycan underworld. Daniel didn't have a chance in hell.

His thoughts were instantly snapped back in accordance with the belt that was let loose from her jeans, letting him know that her pants were liable to slip from her smooth hips. "Hey, they got me doing serious stuff. Apparently, politics are becoming more dangerous and murders are becoming more frequent back in Michigan. They're preparing me to do something about it," he countered, but chuckled. "But I suppose I can use the breaks they give me, though they won't be happy about it."

He observed the height that Aleksandra was now a height, and knew perfectly well that he could easily picked her up and resume what she interrupted so many times, when he heard her question. It wasn't an inquiry that bothered him either; he was entirely unhidden about his attraction to her. "Of course. What else would I be doing, Alek?" he said without skipping a beat, the smirk turning into a larger grin as he crossed his arms a bit more.

 

[Silver Lining]

She only smiled, finding it admirable that he didn't step any closer to her. Maybe her constant pestering of asking him to stop before it became too much finally got to him, but truthfully...Aleksandra wasn't really sure whether she liked such a discovery or not. She enjoyed him pushing her buttons, because no one else could...or would do it. It made him different, and the way he had her blood pressure rising was simply...wonderful.

"So, there's murders going on in Michigan," she finally asked, turning around to make her way towards her bedroom. "I heard someone is responsible for all of the murders, or at least...I eavesdropped on my parents speaking about it in the kitchen. Think we have a hunter who actually knows what they're doing, coming after all of us," she inquired, her voice still as gentle as it had been when she came in. She didn't need to yell, she knew Gabriel could hear her a mile away, if he wished it so. Meanwhile, she was pulling up her t-shirt, discarding of the article and soon enough those loose jeans were falling to the floor, with it.

She was left in a simple, yet matching black bra and thong. Aleksandra, the ever curious one, sauntered her way towards her full-length mirror and inspected the reflection. Right...she was in shape, but that wasn't a surprise, everyone within their pack was. It was in their blood...their heritage, they were animals who chased their food down. They were active, dangerous and willing to tear down anything that got in their way. They were hungry...intelligent, dangerous and...gods...horny, too. She bit into her bottom lip, and she knew Gabriel would be able to sense what she felt...in fact, he'd be able to smell the sweet, potent wetness that was currently mounting between her creamy thighs. She was twenty years old, and had yet to completely give herself up to anyone. She didn't have a problem with waiting, but...it was difficult.

"Gabe," she finally called out, head turning off to the side, gazing towards the doorway in her peripheral vision, "Come here..."

 

[Lord Dakol]

"That's what they're worried about. About a week ago, the attacks stopped, as well as the ones in Los Angeles. But . . . the entire clan there is gone. Dead," Gabriel said seriously, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the floorboards.

As Aleksandra got changed, he noticed the smell of the rising blood pressure in her veins, smiling when he knew that the warm was caressing her flesh. But what got him most was her smell... it was stronger than the natural scent that she always had. No, it was sweeter, more fulfilling. She was becoming aroused. Then, hearing her voice calling out to him, he waited for one moment, wanting to keep her on edge before he walked across the room to her doorway. What he saw was absolutely delicious.

Gabriel's clear, sharp blue took in every detail about her at that moment. He saw the way her ass was curved as she stood there, her most intimate parts hidden by a simple piece of black thong, how it rested against her succulent thighs. Her breasts were no different, either; they were covered by a matching black bra, cupped dearly in a most that pushed them up a bit. Alek's bright orange hair was wonderful, begging to be pulled at, as her skin beckoned him to nibble onto his. The scent of her arousal was even greater this close, and he didn't bother to hide his own. An enlarging bulge formed beneath his pants, stiff and hard, like it should be. It wasn't difficult for him to keep his cool when he spoke.

"Yes?" Gabriel asked, leaning against the doorframe and inadvertently flexing the muscles in his arms and torso, rippling under his shirt.

 

[Silver Lining]

She felt him watching her...and it forced a cascading of shivers to attack her body, rousing goosebumps to form across the pallid, smooth expanse of her arms and shoulders. A visible, soft hue of crimson tinged at the apples of her cheeks and crossed along the bridge of her nose, tainting the usual visage she kept up of being a strong, intimidating young woman. Gabriel had been the only one to witness this side of her, and she planned on keeping it that way. Her eyes softened whilst she turned around, facing him, fingers flexing around her delicate wrist. He looked so handsome standing there...and Aleksandra was hopeless against the way he simply replied to her, letting everything else speak for him. He truly was perfect...and it drove her up a wall, the fact that she could have him whenever she willed it so.

But then, tears began to mount and her expression twisted into a pitiful bout of fright, bottom lip trembling. "What if they come here," she asked, her chest heaving with her heightening inhalation. "I don't want you to leave...can't they pick someone else? What if they find you...what if they get here before you return? Then what? I know...we're strong and we've always survived, but to wipe out an entire clan? It...it doesn't make any sense, Gabe," she whispered, her head tipping down, feeling the smooth ends of her bright hair caress the sharpened structure of her jawline. It tickled, and it helped in soothing her stressful thoughts.

"We've known each other since we were kids, nothing can happen to us, especially you. You're...special," Aleksandra whispered sweetly.

 

[Lord Dakol]

It surprised Gabriel that he hadn't sensed any of her worry or fear. Then again, he was solely concentrated on the scent that was mounting under her thong. But just then, as tears appeared at her ears, his attraction was thrown out the window. He immediately stepped close to her and wrapped every inch of his body he could around her, embracing her gently as he kissed the top of her head.

"That's impossible. There's been no reason why a hunter should investigate us, or even suspect. We're completely safe," he said softly, his tone becoming reassuring. Their body heat connected and eased each other in a way he hadn't thought possible long ago, and yet here it was.

"And you are too, Aleksandra. I promise nothing will happen to us..." Gabriel whispered, easing her onto the bed. He released an arm and cupped her chin to look at him. "Trust me... okay?"

 

[Silver Lining]

Her heart fluttered the moment he wrapped his arms about her, and she immediately began to melt in his embrace, feeling her nerves slowly begin to sate in a humbling sensation of comfort. She knew he would make her feel better, and yet, she couldn't help but worry. It had been gnawing at the back of her mind for weeks now, ever since her father was given word of the killings. Were they really as safe as the majority of them believed?

"There's more than enough reason to investigate us, Gabe...we're lycans, they kill our kind for a living," she muttered against his neck, her fingers flexing against the material of his shirt, which she grasped onto tightly. She stepped back as he eased her onto the bed, finally settled on the edge, staring up towards him. Her flush only heightened and her body grew hot to the touch. "I do trust you," she said with all the confidence she could possibly muster up within that moment. "I'm just scared...that's all. We've been here for so long without any troubles, they're only bound to come here and ruin it for us," Aleksandra reasoned, her hand finally cupping the side of his face. "Promise me you'll come back...promise me you'll be okay and you won't get hurt," she practically begged of him, stroking the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip gently.