had the same colored eyes they had in human form—usually gold but for a few special members.
Those Pack members with blue eyes were usually treasured and cared for beyond measure because they were submissive, and the stronger wolves needed to care for them—not that all submissives had blue eyes either. Hunter held back a growl at the thought of one of the submissive wolves who hadn’t been treated like the treasure she was. Leslie Masterson was the younger sister of Dorian, a council member, and she’d been treated like a pet, rather than the strong woman that hid beneath the downcast eyes.
He’d fix that.
Not only was it his job as Beta, but he also liked the girl like the little sister he never had.
Hunter leaped over a fallen tree, letting the scent of the forest wash over him. He’d missed this. Damn, he’d missed this. He could feel his Pack around him, their movements in sync as they hunted their prey—whether it be a rabbit or willing partner.
For wolves, the hunt led to violence or sex. Always. They’d either kill a rabbit, deer, or something non-human, or find another wolf to fuck hard into the ground. They killed in wolf form, mated in human form. He could sense some of the female wolves around him, their arousal filling his nostrils, but he ignored them. They wanted the freak from hell who’d been gone so long. They wanted a hard fuck from the Beta of the Pack and hope for a mating.
He had Becca and didn’t need another wolf to fill her place while she took her time deciding what she wanted—though they both knew what she wanted and were only giving it time because rushing head-first into a mating as a human didn’t seem like the best choice.
He wouldn’t fault her for that and would wait.
Alone.
He growled at a female who got too close but kept the growl soft so he wouldn’t anger her. He didn’t want to piss off someone who just wanted contact, but he wasn’t about to send mixed signals.
She tossed her head then ran off to find another male. When the wolf rode them hard, it didn’t matter to most who they found to satisfy the need.
Liam and Alec ran on either side of him, their dominant power seeping off of them as they pushed harder. His ear twitched as the sound of a rabbit’s frantic chase began. He inhaled, that tangy taste of prey hitting his wolf.
He ran harder, Liam and Alec following. He pounced on the rabbit and dug his teeth into its flesh. It died a quick death—Hunter wasn’t one to let it suffer—and Hunter began his meal, his wolf happy with the hunt.
Liam and Alec each found a rabbit of their own, and they feasted until their bellies were partially full and the moon trickled over their fur. He hadn’t been on a hunt in over four years. He could have gone when he got back, but he’d been more animal than man and had needed space.
In retrospect that might have been the wrong decision because it kept him from his Becca for too long.
He knew he was paying for that now. Maybe not consciously, but he had a feeling it was on her mind.
He shook off his slight doubt and howled to the moon. Liam and Alec joined him, their own howls melding into a perfect harmony. Others howled as they found their conquests, their hunts ending.
He trotted past other wolves eating their dinners in animal form, and they lowered their eyes, their power not as dominant as his. Grunts and slaps reached his ears, and his wolf perked up at the smell of sex in the air. Pack members in human form fucked in corners and shadows, their partners in ecstasy. Some were with their mates, others with random men or women. Most wolves were bisexual, considering there weren’t that many women, and sex was a natural process, not something to be looked down on. Hunter himself had been with men, but preferred women.
Well, woman, now, thinking of Becca.
The woman who, as a wolf, had shown her eagerness to him currently knelt on all fours as Dorian plowed into from behind. The other male wolf
Those Pack members with blue eyes were usually treasured and cared for beyond measure because they were submissive, and the stronger wolves needed to care for them—not that all submissives had blue eyes either. Hunter held back a growl at the thought of one of the submissive wolves who hadn’t been treated like the treasure she was. Leslie Masterson was the younger sister of Dorian, a council member, and she’d been treated like a pet, rather than the strong woman that hid beneath the downcast eyes.
He’d fix that.
Not only was it his job as Beta, but he also liked the girl like the little sister he never had.
Hunter leaped over a fallen tree, letting the scent of the forest wash over him. He’d missed this. Damn, he’d missed this. He could feel his Pack around him, their movements in sync as they hunted their prey—whether it be a rabbit or willing partner.
For wolves, the hunt led to violence or sex. Always. They’d either kill a rabbit, deer, or something non-human, or find another wolf to fuck hard into the ground. They killed in wolf form, mated in human form. He could sense some of the female wolves around him, their arousal filling his nostrils, but he ignored them. They wanted the freak from hell who’d been gone so long. They wanted a hard fuck from the Beta of the Pack and hope for a mating.
He had Becca and didn’t need another wolf to fill her place while she took her time deciding what she wanted—though they both knew what she wanted and were only giving it time because rushing head-first into a mating as a human didn’t seem like the best choice.
He wouldn’t fault her for that and would wait.
Alone.
He growled at a female who got too close but kept the growl soft so he wouldn’t anger her. He didn’t want to piss off someone who just wanted contact, but he wasn’t about to send mixed signals.
She tossed her head then ran off to find another male. When the wolf rode them hard, it didn’t matter to most who they found to satisfy the need.
Liam and Alec ran on either side of him, their dominant power seeping off of them as they pushed harder. His ear twitched as the sound of a rabbit’s frantic chase began. He inhaled, that tangy taste of prey hitting his wolf.
He ran harder, Liam and Alec following. He pounced on the rabbit and dug his teeth into its flesh. It died a quick death—Hunter wasn’t one to let it suffer—and Hunter began his meal, his wolf happy with the hunt.
Liam and Alec each found a rabbit of their own, and they feasted until their bellies were partially full and the moon trickled over their fur. He hadn’t been on a hunt in over four years. He could have gone when he got back, but he’d been more animal than man and had needed space.
In retrospect that might have been the wrong decision because it kept him from his Becca for too long.
He knew he was paying for that now. Maybe not consciously, but he had a feeling it was on her mind.
He shook off his slight doubt and howled to the moon. Liam and Alec joined him, their own howls melding into a perfect harmony. Others howled as they found their conquests, their hunts ending.
He trotted past other wolves eating their dinners in animal form, and they lowered their eyes, their power not as dominant as his. Grunts and slaps reached his ears, and his wolf perked up at the smell of sex in the air. Pack members in human form fucked in corners and shadows, their partners in ecstasy. Some were with their mates, others with random men or women. Most wolves were bisexual, considering there weren’t that many women, and sex was a natural process, not something to be looked down on. Hunter himself had been with men, but preferred women.
Well, woman, now, thinking of Becca.
The woman who, as a wolf, had shown her eagerness to him currently knelt on all fours as Dorian plowed into from behind. The other male wolf
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