#enduringalpha

Not that Kevin believed in a world of luxury. Sure, he could enjoy it like anyone else but he didn’t like to just flaunt his wealth like others did. But the prospect of some time away with Daniel – someone he had loathed before and now seemed to truly love – could be easily placed under the need to spend some much needed cash upfront. Which was an adventure on itself cause Daniel could have afforded the damn trip himself and the best bungalow and the best services… Perhaps the tiger simply wanted to spoil the executive in a different way. Show him that he could also provide those silly little surprises that had as much of romantic as it had of magnanimous and expensive.

“Here we are.” In the middle of the translucid waters, pearly white sand, warm breezes and under the blazing sun. No vehicles could be heard, not the chaos from the city. Just the sounds of the birds flying and chirping over their head – a myriad of vibrant colors in the midst of a earthly paradise. “I got us the furthest one. We can get loud sometimes.” Shoes off, Kevin could feel the soft sand under his bare feet as he adjusted his only backpack over his shoulder. Travel lightly. Not like he needed too many changes of clothes considering where they were and with whom he was. “You only have internet access one hour per day to check your emails and other crap. Otherwise, I’m tossing that shit to the ocean.” They needed time for them and the rest of the world could burn to cinders for all he cared.

“Please – don’t say anything too mushy or overly romantic. Don’t make me vomit. We just… needed time off. Away from people. It just so happens that this place covers all our needs… like we will be covering one another later.”

Bigby was sitting by the bar, few stools away from Gren and Woody, who were talking shit with Holly. The Sheriff took a big gulp from his whiskey, when the door opened and the bar was filled with familiar scent. Bigby took a deep breath, his eyes rolling in his head. It was familiar, yet it had something else in the scent. It had been.. How many years? Since he last time smelled it. Or saw him. 

Gren and Woody went silent, looking over their shoulders at the newcomer. “The fuck is a mundy doing in here..” Gren grumbled, turning back to his drink. “This one’s not a mundy.” Bigby said and turned on the bar stool, to look at Daniel. Just by looking at him, Bigby could tell he wasn’t the same man, who he was all those years ago. He looked much stronger, more confident --- Not as weak.

This was new for Scott.

Not the sparing, or the sun whose heat was sweltering and exhausting, sticky to his bare tanned skin in thick sweaty beads running down his chest and back. No, it was Daniel, swinging with a left then a right hook. Moving so fast, Scott had to admit it was troublesome just trying to keep up. He ducked and bobbed weaving between his lover's fists, expertly blocking a kick by slamming his own balled up hands against Daniel's thigh before bashing his head against the man's broad chest.

"Have you heard of collective magic?" The young alpha asked, ducking under another swing. "It allows a witch to draw power from another being. Usually, it's witch to witch, but it can be used to draw power from other supernatural creatures. You see, each werewolf has a measure of power, of strength, and this spell my family made allowed the wolves in a pack to draw upon that. As alpha, the power of each pack member is drawn into the alpha, he or she becomes a kind of basin for the pack's power. From the alpha, that strength trickles down to the rest of the pack. I draw from them, and they, in turn, draw from me. The larger the pack, the more strength there is to draw from. 

Before werewolves got their strength from their numbers. But say someone targeted a pack, and to avoid taking on the entire pack at once, they picked them off one by one. Now with this spell, say my brother was caught by himself. He would be alone, but he would have the strength of all of us fighting alongside him. We can control our form now without the need for moonlight rings but come a full moon, and things become a little rough for us. Our animal side that we have been suppressing the entire month refuses to be ignored. A lot of us lose control. I usually have to chain up some of the younger wolves. We discovered to control our wild side, we need an anchor. A reason for us to stay in control. Mine was...well, my anger at you for leaving.

@enduringalpha

     the big bad alpha, it’s what they called him yet luciano’s pack wanted the hybrid as their leader. he wasn’t even a werewolf! only half, while the other half was their mortal enemy; a vampire. of course, they didn’t mind because they were not given on a silver platter for the alpha to do with them as he pleased. luciano was given as a gift, his bride so to say. the alpha would claim them, take them in as their other half; train them, breed them accordingly. 

luciano had been dressed up, white robes that contrasted with their tan skin. a similar white but also a golden colour painted across their partially exposed body, their tan skin glinstening in the dim lighting of the alpha’s quarters where they waited for him to arrive. luca thought the worse to happen, their innocence taken in a rather violent fashion how it often happened during these kind of rituals; handing over of the leadership. luciano was only a pawn, while the kings; queens and bishops were deciding the turns for the little wolf. 

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After seeing the look on Daniel’s face he instantly felt bad for saying it the way that he had. He was in a really bad mood and he really didn’t even know why he was. Or maybe he did, because of the fact that he had a phone call with his parents. The conversation had not gone well and he was feeling nauseous. “Fine.” Greyson said before he turned away from Daniel to head up to their room. He wanted to apologize, but right now he just wanted to cry. 

the full moon called for him - it never stopped whispering, no matter how old vincent was, or how many hours he spent as an actual wolf before it. senses heightened, his nerves so close to tearing until he gave into the urge - being a werewolf was no joy. he smelled things he didn’t want to smell, he heard things he didn’t want to hear & then there was the full moon playing with him every few weeks. he was lucky, though - being born a wolf instead of having been turned. at least he could shift, so the full moons went by a lot more smoothly. harder to explain why a furry human ran through the woods on a full moon night chasing rabbits, rather than an actual wolf. hunters would know the difference, no doubt, but those didn’t come by too often. 

his return to society had been all but gentle, yet he’d quickly learned that beacon hills wasn’t his home - not anymore. he left in the middle of the night, in a hurry & traveled as far as he could get to leave the demons of the past behind. he settled elsewhere, big city - lights all around. it was new & maybe a little scary, but he was quite sure he could get adjusted with time. maybe this is what he needed to start fresh. his brother out of reach, possibly dead - he couldn’t know, because nobody got into eichen & out alive. 

he rented a small apartment & found the closest thing to the woods in his general vicinity, given he knew the full moon was coming up - he liked to be prepared. the full moon itself was a calm night - he didn’t go crazy or killed people - he was in control, but the shift when forced was painful, the lust & urges drove him crazy a week prior. it was bad. he’d only had a few days to get settled before the moon was full at night, but he wasn’t scared. not until he tumbled into a human in the middle of the park in the district. goddamnit. had he been followed?

Oliver moved through the store, for once happy and at ease. He had made just enough that he could afford lunch and buy a new book, which didn’t happen very often. The library usually has them all but this particular one... well, it was an old copy and he had been eying it for weeks.

He was making his way to the front desk when the sound of a metal bell jingle signalled the arrival of another customer. It must have been the opening of the door that allowed a breeze from the outside to disturb the stale air of the old book shop. It brought with it a scent that made him stop short, paralysed from one step to the other as he furtively sniffed the air. Alpha! And there was something off with the scent, something else, something more that made him shiver with apprehension... and curiosity.

He ducked behind a shelf, book pressed against his chest, peeking at the stranger as discreetly as he could. Handsome, his instincts whispered and he frowned when he sniffed the air again. Why did he have to smell so delicious?