Rick

"Buckle up guys." Rick yelled to his trainee squad. The new batch of pack security stood in a straight row before him, hands behind their back and spine straight. Rick strolled before them, a scowl on his face necessary to intimidate the newbies.

"I want each one of you to pick up this 1000 pound in front do 100 squats. Understood?" Rick barked.

"Yes sir." They said in unison, picking up the bag filled with weights and putting it on their back. The training was a lot harsher for these boys than any human training. These weren't humans, these were werewolves who would protect the pack from other werewolves. Some of them will go on to be employed by human law forces, army and commandos. Yoda pack has the best trained men in the world, each one of them lethal.

Rick was the new security head. The juniors respected him, they knew what he was capable of. As a senior security officer, Rick has come to the top faster than any of the other security heads. He was not a guy anyone would want to mess with. With the increased infiltration in pack properties Rick was training his boys harder.

"Rick, give them some slack. You are becoming a savage, dude." Isaac commented walking up to the gathering. The trainees were struggling to go any further. Isaac was one of Rick's oldest friends and tech guidance for Yoda Pack, he was also helping Jordan with pack's finances.

"What are you doing in the training grounds?" Rick asked, irritated by his presence. This seemed to be his normal mood lately. Rick was a different person than he used to be three years ago. He has built a wall around him and didn't let anyone come in. David was still his friend but he was getting over him. It wasn't the easiest thing but it was necessary for both of them. No matter how much David claimed to love him, his mate deserved him whole without a third wheel. His mate Pam was a sweet thing. Rick couldn't even be jealous of her. He loved her like a brother and he couldn't bring her any sadness. David was a sore memory in his life, a memory he was coping to live with. He would never go to that path again. He was better off without David or anyone for that matter. Love wasn't in his destiny. He fucked around but he will never be able to commit to one. Never.

"Chill, dude. Jordan wants to see you."

"Why?" Rick asked annoyed, not wanting to leave the training in the middle.

"I don't know, go ask him."

With a curse Rick walked friskily towards the pack house.

"Take a break!" he said to his trainees before walking away. The boys signed in relief falling on the ground.

When Rick entered Jordan's office, it faintly smelled of candies. Jordan's daughter was still too young to have candies. Was Jordan wearing some kind of weird perfume? The smell was distracting and not in a bad way. Heck, Rick didn't even like candies.

"You called for me?" Rick asked sitting opposite Jordan on the chair.

"Yes I did. I needed to give you a task." Jordan said, pushing his glasses and looking at him pointedly.

"What kind of task?"

"It's nothing that you have not done before."

"What is it?" Rick snapped, hating that Jordan was beating around the bush.

Jordan glanced at the closed door Rick entered from. Rick followed his gaze and saw what he was looking at rather who he was looking at. A boy was standing beside the door wearing a loose colorful shirt with wild patterns on his lanky body. A quarter fit tight jeans torn at the edges. The top buttons of the shirt were open to give a glimpse of the pale hairless chest. His whole face redden with blush as his eyes met Ricks'. Rick wasn't sure if the boy's lips were naturally that red or he had put on some sort of colored lip balm.

Rick could vaguely remember who this kid was. Sam. He remembered his name. The tiny kid that always hung around him when Rick was in his early twenties before the previous Alpha outcasted him.

"What is he doing here?" Rick asked, confused.

"He got his wolf last week and he can't control it."

"No surprise there, it did not have an alpha to command it." Rick said shrugging. For some inexplicable reason he couldn't remove his eyes from the petite kid.

"You are right. That's why I want you to train his wolf. I am trying to do all of Dad's wrongs right. I am taking him back in the pack. I want you to train him to control his wolf."

"I don't think you remember, but I don't train teen wolves anymore. That is your mate's work."

"Don't be stupid. Tara is too young and she needs her mother. Moreover, I don't want Zia to be around an unstable wolf when she is still recovering from her delivery."

Rick took a deep breath taking defeat, Jordan was right. Rick didn't want to put Zia in such a danger too. Rick looked at the boy again, god, he was tiny. He wasn't thin, he was naturally delicate and beautiful. His big eyes and long face couldn't be ignored, and those damn black hair. Few of the strands were going in his eyes annoyingly, all Rick wanted was to grip that hair and take them away from his face so he could see him clearly.

Rick stood up from his seat and walked to the boy. He stood before him and realized, his lips weren't red naturally. He was sucking on fucking candy, strawberry to be specific, that's why the smell. The insides of his pouty lips were redder than the outside. His long lashes will put girls to shame. The boy was a tiny thing, he hardly reached Rick's Pecs.

"Hi," the boy mewled and Rick cursed inwardly. He was going to have a hard time training this fragile little boy.