pack, but it had been a tenuous hold on the tempers. Leer had been sniffing up her butt--so to speak--and Chaos’s for some time. All that was mostly politics. Top dog syndrome.
Tee was in the worst predicament of her life. And so was I. I couldn’t move and neither could she.
Chaos heard her yelp. He hesitated. Leer got the upper hand--if you wanna call it that. And they rolled, too. Chaos was hard put--keeping his head in his own fight--and worrying about his bitch. Because…he really did love Tee.
Why fight then? Especially over another female? Because that’s what alphas do. If they back down from a fight, or a challenge of any kind, they lose their position.
The only place you can go from alpha position is death or outcast. A wolf born mate won’t go with you if you lose all respect--because that’s about all they have to live by. Especially an alpha bitch who can stay on top--with the winning alpha.
So, as screwed up as it was, Chaos and Tee were fighting for the same thing--for their position in the pack, and for each other. I don’t think it ever occurred to them to slink off and try another life, or to start another pack or something. Like humans--me--I’d say, “Hey, let’s just move to Cleveland. I hear the place rocks.” Or something. Toronto? Never tried Canada before.
But, at the time, I didn’t say anything. I didn’t really understand what was going on. Didn’t have time to reason it out or talk sense to the crowd--or myself even. All I knew was that I had a mouth full of fur and if I moved, I’d probably be dead. I kept my eye on the bitch.
Leer had one thought in his head, he said, he wanted to kill Chaos. I guess he registered Tee’s yelp, but he knew where his business was, and what he had to finish. He has a faith in Gaia and destiny that is rather awe-inspiring. He said he knew it would come to that--a fight between him and Chaos. And he knew he’d win, if he was the one to find me first. To him, it was a fait accompli and all he had to do was his part.
You might wonder why Chaos came for me if he had Tee, and could have the pick of all the rest. Well, as cool and tough as Tee was--she wasn’t a breeder. Not kin, anyway. And an alpha is required, by some unwritten wolf law, to take the best female available--to move up in partners if it is possible. So, it didn’t matter where Chaos’s heart was; he had a responsibility.
And, I think there was part of him that felt like he had to prove--to Tee and the rest of the pack--that he was still alpha. And another part of him that was smug enough to think Tee would take me down when the time came. Only it never occurred to him that the time would come while she was sick with worry about his deal.
I understand, now, where she was at in her head. The man she loved was in a life and death struggle. She didn’t care about herself--it was all about him.
In fact, while I watched her and the men fought not too far away, I heard Chaos gasp in pain, and her eyes went wild--trying to see what was happening with him. The way she jerked tore her throat a little. I swear it was her own fault. I put a paw on her and gritted “Don’t!” between my clenched teeth.
With Chaos in split-brain mode, Leer managed to pin him. He was going in for the kill, I think, when Tee yelped again. I didn’t realize it, but I had applied a miniscule bit more of pressure myself. Guess ya don’t have a lot of play-room around the jugular.
Here’s the crazy thing. As hot as the tempers were in that cramped space, wolves basically just wanna gain control, find their place in the pack. Yeah, they want to work up, they definitely don’t want to lose their footing and slip in status, but they’re all family. So forgiveness is given freely. That is not to say they ever forget. Once you wrong somebody, you’re either out or watching your back, because the minute
Tee was in the worst predicament of her life. And so was I. I couldn’t move and neither could she.
Chaos heard her yelp. He hesitated. Leer got the upper hand--if you wanna call it that. And they rolled, too. Chaos was hard put--keeping his head in his own fight--and worrying about his bitch. Because…he really did love Tee.
Why fight then? Especially over another female? Because that’s what alphas do. If they back down from a fight, or a challenge of any kind, they lose their position.
The only place you can go from alpha position is death or outcast. A wolf born mate won’t go with you if you lose all respect--because that’s about all they have to live by. Especially an alpha bitch who can stay on top--with the winning alpha.
So, as screwed up as it was, Chaos and Tee were fighting for the same thing--for their position in the pack, and for each other. I don’t think it ever occurred to them to slink off and try another life, or to start another pack or something. Like humans--me--I’d say, “Hey, let’s just move to Cleveland. I hear the place rocks.” Or something. Toronto? Never tried Canada before.
But, at the time, I didn’t say anything. I didn’t really understand what was going on. Didn’t have time to reason it out or talk sense to the crowd--or myself even. All I knew was that I had a mouth full of fur and if I moved, I’d probably be dead. I kept my eye on the bitch.
Leer had one thought in his head, he said, he wanted to kill Chaos. I guess he registered Tee’s yelp, but he knew where his business was, and what he had to finish. He has a faith in Gaia and destiny that is rather awe-inspiring. He said he knew it would come to that--a fight between him and Chaos. And he knew he’d win, if he was the one to find me first. To him, it was a fait accompli and all he had to do was his part.
You might wonder why Chaos came for me if he had Tee, and could have the pick of all the rest. Well, as cool and tough as Tee was--she wasn’t a breeder. Not kin, anyway. And an alpha is required, by some unwritten wolf law, to take the best female available--to move up in partners if it is possible. So, it didn’t matter where Chaos’s heart was; he had a responsibility.
And, I think there was part of him that felt like he had to prove--to Tee and the rest of the pack--that he was still alpha. And another part of him that was smug enough to think Tee would take me down when the time came. Only it never occurred to him that the time would come while she was sick with worry about his deal.
I understand, now, where she was at in her head. The man she loved was in a life and death struggle. She didn’t care about herself--it was all about him.
In fact, while I watched her and the men fought not too far away, I heard Chaos gasp in pain, and her eyes went wild--trying to see what was happening with him. The way she jerked tore her throat a little. I swear it was her own fault. I put a paw on her and gritted “Don’t!” between my clenched teeth.
With Chaos in split-brain mode, Leer managed to pin him. He was going in for the kill, I think, when Tee yelped again. I didn’t realize it, but I had applied a miniscule bit more of pressure myself. Guess ya don’t have a lot of play-room around the jugular.
Here’s the crazy thing. As hot as the tempers were in that cramped space, wolves basically just wanna gain control, find their place in the pack. Yeah, they want to work up, they definitely don’t want to lose their footing and slip in status, but they’re all family. So forgiveness is given freely. That is not to say they ever forget. Once you wrong somebody, you’re either out or watching your back, because the minute
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