2: Leer - Pack Takeover by Carys Weldon

it. I tried to keep control. That just makes it worse. Prolongs the process.
     
     
    Reaching out, I grappled for a hold on something--clawed into the carpet. I mean--clawed. My hands had turned--to extended, girly, wolf paws. Long nails that curled. I cried, “What’s happening to me?”
     
     
    Simply, Fera said, “You’re changing. Let it happen.”
     
     
    I heard it echo a dozen times. I don’t know if she said it that many times, or my mind was looping in and out. It didn’t matter. It finally sunk in. I let go.
     
     
    From there, it didn’t take long. Thank God I’d grabbed my ‘fat’ jeans. They were way loose on me, and stretchy denim. At least, until I shifted. I realize now--jeans were to protect my womanhood from rape by Chaos, maybe cover my scent a little?
     
     
    I ended up on all fours. I didn’t look like a wolf. Not like Fera. I was half in. Like Leer and Chaos, I had gone crinos. And when I hit that form completely, I shook my head to clear it. Then I growled.
     
     
    Fera said later that my eyes flashed and she was a little scared, even though I didn’t direct it at her. She said I was magnificent.
     
     
    When I growled, several heads swiveled in my direction.
     
     
    I told them, “Get out of my house!”
     
     
    They didn’t move. I pinned my gaze on a small one, not too far from me, and repeated, “Get out of my house!”
     
     
    I heard, “Sure. I was bored anyway.” The wolf kinda slinked away.
     
     
    One bitch joked, “Look at what the dog dragged in.”
     
     
    A few snickered. I figured that bitch needed to learn a lesson.
     
     
    Here’s the thing about being in crinos--you just wanna rip something apart. And you have the adrenalin flow and added muscle mass to think you’re big enough to do it. For me to peg on that bitch was stupid. She was an alpha, top dog in the pack, as females go. Which meant, in wolf terms, she’d fought her way to the top. She was the scrappiest damn fighter of them all.
     
     
    And her name was Tee. I didn’t know that then, but she was the bitch that Leer had brought up to Chaos right before the fight began.
     
     
    The pack was a little torn. Some were watching Chaos and Leer, who were in what seemed like an endless fight now. And blood was everywhere. On occasion, the watchers scrapped and skirmished. And then, I was squaring off with Tee. I learned later that it was short for teeth .
     
     
    Some wolves claw. Some wolves bite. Some do both.
     
     
    Now, I tried to be reasonable. I demanded again, “Get out of my house.”
     
     
    Tee said, “You’re a stupid bitch. We’ll leave when we’re ready.”
     
     
    Like I said, in crinos, you’re just looking for a fight. I didn’t think twice. I leaped on her.
     
     
    Stupid, pure ignorance.
     
     
    The only thing that saved me was luck. I didn’t know how to fight like a wolf. I didn’t know any rules. I didn’t know to show some respect.
     
     
    She tried tolerance. She rolled with the attack. I ended up on my back with her over the top of me. “Warning,” she said. “Don’t try that again.”
     
     
    Tee stepped off of me, thinking I’d be smart enough to get it. Well, I’m smart enough, but I was in crinos for the first time. My brain wasn’t running the show.
     
     
    The second she turned her head to watch Leer and Chaos again, I leaped. I got lucky. My mouth latched onto her throat. Tee fell back, put her paws up--but didn’t claw. I was disappointed that she didn’t fight me, I think. And a little confused.
     
     
    I didn’t want to bite all the way through, but I couldn’t hardly let go. Ya know? I mean, there was a part of my brain that kicked in--and said… let her loose and die .
     
     
    I tasted blood. My nostrils flared. I’m sure my eyes dilated. My nostrils flared again. I smelled fear.
     
     
    I guess that scent is what messed up the fight between Leer and Chaos. You see, Chaos and Tee were tight. They’d been kind of running the