Rick

To say Rick felt restless was an understatement. His wolf was acting like an asshole for some reason, not letting Rick relax for even a second. Rick took a thorough shower before going off to his favorite bar in the town. He wanted to let loose for a change, maybe he could fuck the unease out of his system. All he needed was a hard body to fuck and he would be good to go. Rick put on a round-neck t-shirt with black jeans. He wasn't big on looks, he never gave a second thought on how he looked, he knew he was naturally attractive to men and women alike. It had worked in his favor a lot of time but it came with a price. A price he didn't mind paying from time to time. He wasn't alien to women's bodies. He had slept with quite a few of them from his pack to keep the illusion of his straightness, he didn't particularly enjoy it but he came. He made the women come, it was all that was. Two bodies fucking one another.

Rick entered the human bar and was shocked by the overwhelming smells. Humans love putting on heavily scented perfume and it wasn't the only problem he had of them. They were extremely pliable and hardcore romantics which he wasn't.

Rick stood by the counter and ordered a glass of beer. His eyes traveled through the sea of people and finally stopping on a man who was eyeing him back from the end of the bar. He smiled, winking at him discreetly. Rick looked away, not finding him attractive. He sipped his drink and felt a pang in his chest, almost as if his wolf was disappointed.

"What the fuck do you want?" Rick whispered to himself. His wolf only wined and crouched away. Rick ran his hand through his hair in frustration, his head was starting to hurt.

"Hey," A guy placed a hand on Rick's shoulder as he sat by his side. Rick had to give some thought before he remembered the guy's face.

"Hi," Rick said pushing a smile out. The guy was a good lay, he wasn't going to lie but Rick had ran away from his home the next morning when he was preparing breakfast for him. He didn't do anything serious, and he definitely didn't do breakfast in bed.

"Nice to see again." His sarcasm wasn't lost to Rick.

"Look dude," Rick turned to him, trying to make him explain what happened but he interrupted.

"It's okay. I know the likes of you. As fun as it is to sleep with pretend straight dudes, it makes me a little sad that you have to hide who you really are."

Rick wanted to punch him in the face. "It's not that. My sexuality has nothing to do with the way I behaved. I know it was wrong to leave without saying but I told you all I am good for is fucking, don't expect anything more from me."

"I understand. As much as I hate you for leaving me like that, I did like the sex. Do you want to do it again? I have parked my car in the quiet corner."

The prospective should have peaked his interest but it didn't. If anything it made him want to go back home.

"I am sorry. I am not feeling well today."

The knowing eyes of the guy stared at Rick pointedly. He could right through Rick's bullshit. He took out a pen from his pocket and wrote a number on Rick's palm.

"Here's my number. If you need a good time you know where to call me." With that he rose up and left the bar.

Fuck. Rick cursed inwardly. What was happening with him?

By the time Rick was back in the pack property his wolf was going crazy. He had no other way other than leaving his motorcycle and changing into his wolf to run in the dark forest. After running a few meters the wolf paused smelling something in the air. It sniffed the air again, his senses alert. He followed the scent deeper in the forest. They came closer to the beach and halted in their steps.

Rick's wolf's eyes widened seeing the pristine white wolf standing under the moonlight, his fur shining like silver. A rare moon wolf. Rick had only seen one in his lifetime, an elder wolf. According to legends moon wolves were notorious for being mischievous, quick, and extremely difficult to keep in control. They gave a hard time to their human half doing whatever they wished. The human has to learn a great deal of self-control to handle their wolf.

Rick wondered who he was. His wolf walked tentatively closer to the wolf instead of Rick warning him not to.

You will scare him. Rick warned but his wolf didn't listen. Rick's wolf was much bigger than the moon wolf. The moon wolf was sleek, unlike Rick's monstrous wolf.

The moon wolf jumped sensing Rick and ran towards the forest. Rick's wolf followed him as if in instinct. The moon wolf hid behind a tree, peeking at him from there. Rick couldn't trust his wolf anymore, he had taken too many liberties in a single night. He turned to his human form, sitting on his knees.

"Who are you?" Rick asked, trying to decipher who he was. The wolf whimpered in fear.

"It's okay. I am not going to hurt you. You can come out." Rick urged. Rick wasn't sure if this wolf was from his pack.

Rick walked closer to the wolf on his own accord, he wanted to know him, to see who he was. The wolf was ready to bolt but he was smart, as fast as moon wolves were, the distance between them was too short to escape.

Rick sat close to the scared little moon wolf. He crouched away, ready to bolt at any moment. Rick put his hand on the wolf's forehead but he reacted by latching his sharp teeth on his palm. Rick was unknown to wolf bites, he had spent a long time training untamed wolves and he was used to the biting. Instead of snatching his hand away, he took hold of the wolf's neck and growled at him in warning. The wolf let go of his hand immediately.

"Don't you dare bite me ever again." Rick warned in the wolf's ear. The wolf did not dare to bite him again but kept glaring at him to show his anger. Rick took the wolf by his neck and pushed him down. "Sit down," he said, putting pressure on his shoulder.

Before Rick could understand what is happening the moon wolf yelped and freed himself from Rick's hold. It had never happened to him before. None of the wolves he had trained had been so defiant to his alpha voice.The moon wolf took off so far that Rick couldn't see his trace even after he tried to look for him for the next few minutes.

The interaction left him more frustrated than before. He looked at his palm and it was still bleeding. It won't need stitches but the gashes would hurt like a mother fucker in the training for sure.