Can humans and werewolves coexist? Can they be friends, lovers, partners? Or is the wolf blood stronger than anything else?
Tensions are rising in the wolf pack, triggered by two werewolf/human relationships: Kirk and Leo, Conrad and Jake. And Jake isn't going to let things slide anymore, not when Conrad could get hurt. Just as Conrad finally meets Kirk, Jake gets drawn into a deadly challenge...
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Jake couldn't lead a gang of werewolves. But he could, at the very least, get rid of their current leader. That would be better for everyone, and especially Conrad. Having a pack to run with mattered to Conrad, and Jake would do his best to give him that.
"It's not Brand's turf," Jake said calmly. "It's mine. I live here, and you guys are interlopers. If you want to stay in this town, you have to start acting like civilized people." He could see some nods around the circle.
"We are not people," Brand spat, before recovering himself. "And if you don't leave now, the gloves are going to come off."
"Yeah?" Jake couldn't see any way out of this without a fight. "You've been threatening me a whole bunch," Jake said to Brand. "Is that all you do?"
Brand opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Erick stepped forward, drawing all eyes to him.
"Are you challenging him?" Erick asked Jake, in a soft and deadly whisper.
Jake was starting to get the feeling that Erick was on his side. That was...well, it felt extremely weird, but he could work with it.
All around the circle, Jake could see the reaction. The Reds hadn't been expecting this. Some of them looked expectant, some worried. Buzz had a manic grin on his face; Salvatore gave him a frown.
Jake drew back his shoulders, planted his feet sturdily into the ground, and said, "Yes."
Tensions are rising in the wolf pack, triggered by two werewolf/human relationships: Kirk and Leo, Conrad and Jake. And Jake isn't going to let things slide anymore, not when Conrad could get hurt. Just as Conrad finally meets Kirk, Jake gets drawn into a deadly challenge...
Excerpt:
Jake couldn't lead a gang of werewolves. But he could, at the very least, get rid of their current leader. That would be better for everyone, and especially Conrad. Having a pack to run with mattered to Conrad, and Jake would do his best to give him that.
"It's not Brand's turf," Jake said calmly. "It's mine. I live here, and you guys are interlopers. If you want to stay in this town, you have to start acting like civilized people." He could see some nods around the circle.
"We are not people," Brand spat, before recovering himself. "And if you don't leave now, the gloves are going to come off."
"Yeah?" Jake couldn't see any way out of this without a fight. "You've been threatening me a whole bunch," Jake said to Brand. "Is that all you do?"
Brand opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Erick stepped forward, drawing all eyes to him.
"Are you challenging him?" Erick asked Jake, in a soft and deadly whisper.
Jake was starting to get the feeling that Erick was on his side. That was...well, it felt extremely weird, but he could work with it.
All around the circle, Jake could see the reaction. The Reds hadn't been expecting this. Some of them looked expectant, some worried. Buzz had a manic grin on his face; Salvatore gave him a frown.
Jake drew back his shoulders, planted his feet sturdily into the ground, and said, "Yes."
