Chapter 3: Sire Wolves

Tyler

“What the hell are you talking about?” A justifiable first question to the man who could have possibly saved me.

He turned off the radio and fixed himself to answer sternly, “That special trait of yours, regeneration… you’re lucky you dodged that hospital bed all togetha’. You were bleeding out like a bitch.”

I scoffed internally, giving him a straight and narrow glare as I continued to clench my hurting stomach. He had to have noticed how off I was about what he had just said—regeneration? As in, self-healing? It wasn’t making any sense, none of this was, but the longer I looked at him, the more I recognized him from his beast form.

Yeah, he was the wolf who had tossed that jackass off of me earlier...

I could tell from the look he had in his eyes. This dude had the same temperament—I could smell it off of him, too. So I had to ask, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Come off it, mate. You really don’t rememba’? Beaten down within an inch of your life? Outside, pouring rain, with wolves—that ain’t ring a bell?”

If making me feel more incompetent about fighting my own battles was the plan, he sure as hell was doing a great job at it. It irked me, the way he opened my mind to reliving that incident that seemed only hours ago. I gritted my jaw, flaring my nostrils at him, before I pressed him further. “Why did you bring me here?”

“For safety, obviously.”

 “I need to go home.”

“Well, that’s a funny way of sayin’ thank you for saving my arse back there. Isn’t it?”

“I’m fucking serious! I need to go home!” I blared out.

“That’s actually the last place you want to be, mate. You got a pack on your tail.”

My eyes grew. “A pack?”

“Well how about I start from the beginnin’ then, aye? Boy-o, I’m your uncle Ben. Heh, I mean, your uncle Bann. Bann Elrick Kinterra. And you’re Tyler. Tyler Albercht, son of Madelyn and Alistair Albercht. I’m your pops’ older brother.”

I’m calling bullshit.

“Really? Then what’s with the different last names?”

“Changed it, for protection. But, you kept it, because you didn’t know any bett’a.”

I scrunched my brows. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t blame you for not remembering. You were about four at the time, right?”

I froze.

“Or was it five?”

Okay now, I wasn’t ready to just ask him questions, I was prepared to demand some answers! “I’m going to need you to keep talking,” my hostile voice ordered. A bit brash for the guy who claimed to be family, but I had my reasons. For one, no one knew who I was back at that orphanage. The system tried looking for family, and there was absolutely no link to me or any of my relatives. And two, I didn’t remember having an uncle, at least one close enough to my father for him to mention it.

Yet this guy was calling out my parents’ name like he knew them.

He smiled, a cocky grin that got me tuning into his explanation like my life depended on it. “Right. Well, now that I’ve convinced ya I’m not full of shit, you best clean your ears out mate, ‘cause this is gonna’ be a doozy.”

I was all ears.

“A few long, and I mean terribly long years ago, your father was an alpha. And by alpha, I mean an alpha werewolf. He was head of the Sire Wolf pack before he was murdered. As you may or may not know, a pack consists of a leader, or as some call it, a prime protector, the alpha. And under the alpha sits his army called the betas. Lastly, you have his breeding girls, the omegas.”

I didn’t understand any of this, but I was following so far.

“His pack was huge, mate! The Sire Wolves stretching from upstate New York, to Jersey, and even some parts of Pennsylvania. Simply massive! The biggest a pack had ever gotten. And naturally, rival packs got jealous. Territorial. One particular fucker who loved to fight back was called Maddox Hunter of the Lotus pack, which at that time, was the second biggest in the state by a large margin. So, the cunt decided to make alliances with a bunch of other packs to take down your old man. He succeeded, doing it strategically, leaving your father last. That’s who you might have seen that night your parents were killed, Maddox and his pack. Tart didn’t even give my brother a fair fight. He had a couple of Sire beta’s along the perimeter, but nothing to compensate our losses. He rolled over seventy wolves in from the last I heard of the tale. It was a fucking bloodbath.”

My head… it was mudded from the story he was weaving. My father, a wolf? No, a werewolf? I needed to sit down, taking to the edge of the bed while I tried to wrap my head around all of this. I was disgruntled, upset about not only the truth behind my parents’ murder, but by also realizing what I’d actually became.

A werewolf.

I’d been terrified of wolves since that night they’d been killed. Each night, trying to mute out the screams in my head, blur out the vision that continued to haunt me. And now, to be told that I was the one thing I hated most… my heart was racing…

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“The rest of the Sire Wolves were snuffed out, and this was only possible because every pack has a certain smell, allowing the Lotus Wolves to hunt down the surviving Sire Wolves one by one. Just like every tier in a pack has a unique smell, every pack carries a particular scent. I’m sure you’ve noticed that your senses had been heightened ever since you’d been turned. It gets betta’ with time, mate. Right now, it’s only overwhelming ‘cause you’re not used to it yet.”

“Why the hell did I turn now? I didn’t even know I was a fucking wolf until after those assholes hunted me down!”

“Normally, shifters are born being able to transform into their primal forms via triggers, whether it be emotional, spiritual, or physical. But hybrids, which is what you are, aren’t. Your mother was human, and your father was a werewolf. So, your primal form was triggered at death. A terrible trigger, but one you will not keep. Hybrids usually have one onboarding trigger, meaning, the first time they transform always being a fatality. And then their transformation trigger evolves into something less extreme. And I’m guessing with the way you’re looking at me now, it’s anga’.”

Bann could tell I was agitated. I couldn’t hide it off my face. My heart was pounding right out of my chest, sweat all over my forehead. The fire inside was grilling at me again, and I needed to calm the fuck down.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said with a satisfied grin, drawing his fingers into a steeple. “Much like my younger brother’s. Heh, you know, you’re quite lucky. Usually, only true alphas survive long enough to see the blood moon. A hybrid alpha is a rare treat.”

“The blood moon? W-wait, an alpha? Me?”

“The moon turns red when an alpha is born. Or in your rare case, when an alpha is awakened. The blood moon is a strange phenomenon to regular folks, but a sign for us werewolves. Usually a bad one. But for me, a displaced beta from the Sire Wolf pack, it’s amazing news. It means the Sire Wolves have a new leader. And that leader, is you.”

“What the fuck…”

“We have a lot of enemies here in New York, mate. Prime wankers being the Lotus, the pack that killed your father, and dissipated the Sires as we know it. Without an alpha, the pack disperses. They must join the pack that killed their alpha, but others would rather die than to join foe packs. Me, on the other hand, went against code, and decided to blend in with the humans, the larger population. At the time of your father’s demise, I was out of state, unable to help. Bloody perfect timing if you ask me. It was only when I came back did I notice the damages that were done.

Notably, there are less shifters than humans, and truth be told, there’s an unknown number of shifter packs in the country. My guess, there’s about six or seven packs here locally. We are a special kind of breed, Tyler, who settle for living in the shadows. But, when I noticed the blood moon, and picked up my pack’s scent again after so many years, I just knew my brother’s kin was close by. And luckily I was there to help protect you from the Lotus pack.”

I gasped. “The Lotus? You mean, those same pricks who had jumped me are from the same pack who killed my father?”

“Yeah mate, the guy I knocked off ya, he’s an alpha. Meaning, either Maddox is dead, or he stepped down as pack leader for a serious reason, letting his son handle the pack. He pissed off real quick when he saw me, though. Fucking twit.”

“It makes… such perfect sense… I remember going to my first day of class, in the Quentin campus of Darwin State, and this girl came up to me at lunch, saying I look familiar. She asked me for my name, then she gave me that look. She turned over to these bunch of guys sitting in the table across from us. Sure enough, she peeled off in a hurry, then the next thing you know, I was being chased down by those same assholes!”

“You caught a name there, mate?”

My eyes saddened. “No. Not even the girl’s.”

“They are in the same school as you, right? So you’re bound to see them again.”

I looked up at Bann shook. “Again? Are you suggesting that I head back out there?”

“Heh, come off it, mate. I know there’s a hot vendetta firing in your veins right now. I want to bring back the Sire Wolves. We were king, after all. And we will get right back on top, starting with that twat from your school.”

“How the hell do you expect me to do all that?” I asked, not knowing where this sense of confidence in me came from. I was clearly nowhere near this guy’s league.

“Our sense of smell takes the greater part of how we handle our affairs, Tyler. It’s how we communicate between packs, and with each other. It’s how I knew there had been one alpha after you, and his three betas. Through smell, we can distinguish different packs, different ranks within that pack, and smell when an omega is in heat. Are you paying attention, mate, because that last one is important.” I leaned in sternly, giving him my undivided attention. “Breeding allows the alpha to get stronger. Normally, all werewolves have increased strength, speed, and heightened senses, but it’s nowhere near the extent to that of an alpha’s. An alpha’s powers come from the seed he implants in an omega, making breeding an omega an entitlement only reserved to the alpha. Omega’s are highly fertile women, and an alpha’s smell will be irresistible to an omega’s, and vice versa.”

“So, what you’re saying is… I need to fuck to get stronger?”

“The more omegas, the merrier.” He winked.

I was catching butterflies in my chest. “This is a fucking joke, right?”

“Nah mate. In fact, if you don’t, you and your pack are guaranteed to die out. You carry your father’s lineage. And it is my duty, to see to it that you get laid. The survival of the pack is depends on it. It’s vital to our longevity. Besides, it’s nothing you have full control ova’. If you are near an omega, those pheromones take things to a whole notha’ level. I mean, animalistic, mate. Prime beast factor. I’ve heard it can be downright painful trying to resist it.”

That got the cogs in my head turning. “Wait a minute, that girl who was in here before, was she an omega?”

“You mean, my daughter?”

I panicked, suddenly feeling nauseous again. “Your daughter? You mean, she’s my cousin?”

“Ha, nah mate. While that idea isn’t farfetched for shifters, luckily for you, she is adopted. And her name is Tegan. I took her unda’ a few yrs ago.”

Oh shit, what a relief…

“Son, you might have been safe for all of these years, because you’d never triggered your primal form, but now that you’ve been made true alpha, your enemies can smell you coming a mile away. Which means the sooner you build your pack up again, the quicker we can reclaim our turf, and push those Lotus bastards back.”

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