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face again in assent,
and his amber eyes looked satisfied. He then parted from Jack, his tail
swishing back and forth. He raised his head and cocked his ears, as if to say listen . Obeying, Jack strained his ears
and heard the sounds of yips and howls in the distance.
    “Local pack,” he whispered in understanding,
looking at the russet wolf for help.
    It trotted forward a few steps away from Jack,
turning his head to the direction of the street. It was about time we made our exit, the other wolf said.
    “I can’t walk,” Jack admitted, feeling weak and
pathetic.
    The wolf examined the wound on his leg and
growled softly. Oddly, the wolf looked like it was thinking, before finally
lowering its body. Jack wasn’t entirely sure he understood though.
    “You … will carry me?” He asked with
unconcealed surprise.
    Werewolves weren’t ponies, and dominant wolves
didn’t carry their Gammas around. In werewolf hierarchy, the weak were left
behind or finished off, but this great wolf was telling Jack he could ride him.
    Impatient, the wolf lightly and gently nipped
at him. The howls were coming closer to the park.
    With no other option, Jack grunted and cursed,
eventually managing to roll himself on top of the wolf’s shaggy back. The
wolf’s pelt was unbelievably warm against him.
    “Whoa! Hey!” Jack barely managed to wrap his
arms around the wolf’s neck as it broke into a run.
    Its muscles bunched and strained beneath Jack,
who shivered. He could barely imagine what kind of human shape his champion
took. Would he be a large imposing man like Nicky? But Jack didn’t associate
fear with this wolf.
    Jack leaned his cheek against the wolf’s rough
fur, breathing in its smell of musk and blood. The wind whipped against his
clothes and face, but Jack wasn’t worried about falling off the large wolf even
though he was likely to slide off any moment. The wolf would make sure he
didn’t fall. Even if Jack fell, he would lower himself again so Jack could hold
on.
    Miraculously though, Jack didn’t fall. Sick and
tired of always running and never staying put in one place for long, Jack
realized that he never felt this peaceful in a very long time.
    In fact, he’d realized that he’d never felt
this content.  
     

Chapter
Three
     
    With his head throbbing and his body aching
everywhere, Derrick wasn’t really surprised to wake up in a cranky mood. The
bedsprings creaked under him, and he turned on his good side. The sound of the
springs grated on his ears. For some reason, they were abhorrently loud. Derrick
didn’t remember why there was a blanket over him, too. Annoyed and hot, he
attempted to toss it aside.
    When had he found the time to get himself a
blanket last night? In fact, the more he thought about last night, the more he
drew into a confused mess of images. The springs creaked again, but Derrick
didn’t dare move. He froze.
    His ears caught the sound of a faint buzzing.
The sound reminded him of someone snoozing lightly. Someone is in bed with me . Derrick nearly bolted out of the bed in
panic, but his wolf didn’t sense any threat. Something soft brushed against his
exposed side. An arm. That arm slid across his side
and rested on his hairy belly in a rather alarmingly possessive matter. This is nice. Jared never held me like this.
    Derrick shook himself away from such thoughts,
gingerly lifting the hand away from him. He turned to face the other occupant
in bed.
    “Hi. Good morning again.” A handsome face framed by dark brown shaggy hair leaned forward towards him.
Before Derrick could back, the other man kissed him. The moment his lips
touched his, all thoughts of pulling away fled from the Beta’s mind.
    The tingle he that jumped up his arm yesterday had
felt a little like this, only this was something else. Something that was more
wild and demanding. Derrick found his large and clumsy hands pulling the other
man towards him. With his astounding string of failed relationships, the Beta
almost