Trespassing Omega (ƒeral & Ink.Knight)

[Ink.Knight]

Night was falling and Avery had given up trying to find a motel cheap enough for her to afford a room. And she didn't trust herself in a shelter, not lately. Not since the animal side of her, that part she'd never learned to do more than ruthlessly suppress her whole life, had gotten too restless for her to keep it in completely. It made her snap at people, made her territorial and short-tempered and even more angry than usual. And that wasn't including her monthly heats, though thankfully she wasn't in one currently. Because those were a pain to deal with while homeless.

Tonight though she found a small alley with a sheltered area in the back, probably usually used by homeless who actually lived in this city. But no one was there currently so she settled down there, using her pack as a pillow and her jacket as a blanket as she curled up in the corner. She wasn't actually tired at the moment, but it was getting cold and she didn't feel like walking around in the wind anymore. Or losing this spot like she would if she left it now. So she prepared to hunker down for the night, hair damp from the shower she'd managed to bargain out of a little-used fitness center a few blocks away.

 

[ƒeral]

There was a reason why the alley was deserted - Avery, albeit unwittingly, had found herself in pack territory. In a metropolitan such as this, the wolf packs had well established territories. And, to encroach into another pack's, however brief, was to invite the retribution of that pack. Even so, the packs were not without their conflicts; border skirmishes were infrequent, but nevertheless an element of pack life. With such bestial blood running through their veins, it's really no surprise that werewolves often had a temper to match their bite.

Roughly a quarter of an hour passed before the pack noticed the intruder; the scent of a foreign wolf difficult to miss, and easy to provoke the more unsavory of sentiments. Fortunately for her, her settled, relatively motionless position did not suggest hostility, and the pack did not greet her with claws and fangs outright. Instead, the wolf that noticed her closed in silently. A male, beta by scent, with relatively average looks save for a rather menacing scar slashing his right eye, investigated silently. He was powerfully built, clad in street cloth similar to what one might expect from street ruffians. Stalking from the shadows, closer and closer toward the prone girl. He stopped a few feet away, crossing his arms and regarding the stranger with narrowed eyes. She wasn't asleep - he could tell from her breathing patterns.

"Runt,"

He uttered, gruffly.

"State your purpose for intruding in pack territory."

 

[Ink.Knight]

Avery heard the man coming as soon as he entered the alley and went completely still, pretending to be asleep in the hope that he'd move on. But it obviously didn't work as he spoke gruffly to her. At the mention of a pack though her eyes snapped open and she stared up at him. She bristled slightly at being called a runt but could tell he wasn't the sort of guy she should be upsetting.

"Didn't know, sorry." She mumbled instead, gathering her things and standing so she could find another place to spend the night. The beta would be able to tell two things by her scent as she stood and slung her pack over one slim shoulder. One; she was a lone wolf who hadn't had any contact with her own kind in a long time, if ever. Two; she was an unclaimed Omega. Even though she was between heats the scent should be recognizable to any wolf who was familiar with it. But the way she met his eyes was defiant, rather than glancing away submissively like a low-ranking wolf such as herself should have.