My Atypical Wolf (BL)

“Seriously”? Matt gave him the ugliest stare he could possibly muster. “I was at your wedding dude”! He snapped. Ashton blinked and twisted his lips in awe. To avoid further embarrassment he decided to shut his mouth.

“Everyone.” Christian spoke in a loud voice that made up for the absence of mike, grabbing everyone’s attention towards him. “As I have noticed before, we have a crisis at hand.” he began. A dangerous subspecies of wolves that had lived in the north unbeknownst to us is coming to attack us.”

Within the crowd there was a mumble, “because of the freak.”

Even though it was a mumble, their wolf ears were developed enough to catch that. Hearing those words made Caleb’s blood boil, and made Ashton burdened with more guilt than he had earlier. Christian, having heard that as well, decided to ignore that as they didn’t have much time for interpersonal fights.

“As I was saying, we will soon be fighting one of the most dangerous subspecies of wolves ever known to us. But I am afraid there is more to it. Not only are we all by ourselves, we are not even sure how many of them are coming.” as Christian said that he turned to Ashton hoping for him to disagree, perhaps. Alas, his hopes were crushed when Ashton continued to stare at Christian in dismay, waiting for the alpha to continue.

“Which means we are not sure if we are outnumbered or not.” Christian finished. “Not to mention, they have much stronger core strength than any of us. We’ll need at least two to three wolves to fight a single Valestine”. He sighed, as the gravity of the situation settled into the agitated crowd.

After a lengthy minute, someone dared to ask, “What’s our strategy?”

Christian hesitated for a minute, “With so many variables, it’s harder to plan. But first and foremost, we must secure our border”. He declared.

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“Shouldn’t we shift the pups and the elderly to a secure location?” Melanie popped the question. Naturally she was worried about her son.

“Not this time.” Christian shook his head. We don’t know much about them, but it’s safe to assume that their sense of smell is much heightened than ours. If they want, they can easily track them.” Clearing his throat he continued. “Trust me, they are safer here than they are anywhere.”

There was a momentary silence. “Melanie, I am deeming you incharge of the border,” Christian declared. “Caleb help her with that”.

“But I-” Caleb began to protest, but was dismissed by Christian even before he could finish his dialogue.

“And Ashton, you will come with me.” Christian declared. Ashton had the urge to ask him where they were headed, but sensing frustration in Christian’s voice, he held against it. It’s the least he could do after endangering everyone on this pack.

As the room cleared out by everyone, Christian stormed off from the room. Ashton simply followed Christian. Knowing (or rather not knowing) how little time they had, Christian simply shifted and started to run. Ashton followed the same suit and soon they were standing in front of the St Demoir Cellar.

Ashton had a hunch why they were here, but he continued to stay silent. Once Christian shifted back, they started head for the Cellar the muddy wolf was locked in. Upon reaching there Christain stared at the lock on the door of that empty cell with a still expression on his face. “The lock is still here… how did he escape?” Christian mumbled.

“There is no forced sign of exit”. Ashton mumbled, stating the obvious.

“But how?” Christian whispered. “How the hell did he escape?” Christians voice rose.

“Is it possible that the blocking charm or whatever that is placed over St. Demoir does not work on Valestines?” Ashton questioned. “Should I get inside the cell and try to communicate?”

“The charm is placed over this entire place.” Christian scoffed. “You don’t need to get inside this particular cell, you can try it from here.

Ashton nodded and closed his eyes. The only person he could connect to effortlessly was Caleb, so he tried to link his husband. Of course it was difficult, Ashton felt an obvious resistance in his mind as he tried to look through his mate’s eyes. It was like someone threw a curtain between their minds.

But, curtains can be opened. And that’s exactly what Ashton did and everything became clear as a day. He saw Caleb’s white fur, the end of his tail perhaps through the link. Caleb was in his wolf form. But then he saw a number of other wolves, one of which was particularly bigger than the rest of them. Wait… they were here already? How close these wolves were if this didn’t take them much longer.

Coming back from his gaze, (ie. Disconnecting from the link) Ashton gasped. Before he could say anything, Christian asked, “So, could you see anything?”

“I saw…” Ashton took a deep breath as he nodded profusely, “yes, I saw. I could totally connect to Caleb…with a little difficulty.” He added. “They are here Christian. They have reached our borders.”

Of course the other’s couldn’t connect to Christian to inform him given where he stood, but he remained calm despite hearing that. At this point even Ashton was getting annoyed at how unusually calm Christian was. “Aren’t we gonna go help them?” Ashton screamed.

“Are you sure you can do this?” Christian asked. “I mean, you are somewhat like them, and they had captured you for years…that can cause some-”

“I hate them! They have continued to ruin every little thing I ever cared about. My time with my mate, my family and now this entire pack. I hate them and that should be enough for me to kill them!” Ashton declared loudly. “And more than me, Alvaro hates them. I can tell you even is I fail, he will take over and decimate them” he huffed.

“Yes, I am aware of Alvaro’s strength…but is he capable of being fair? Are you sure he won’t go into a rampage?” Christian asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ashton hesitated. As much as he would love to advocate for Alvaro, he wasn’t so sure himself. “If you can’t get him to calm down, bring Caleb. The person Alvaro is most fond of is Caleb.” He shrugged. “He can calm him down.”

Christian seemed hesitant, but nodded nevertheless. “Let’s go. Our pack needs us”.