Rick

Rick sat on his knee on the damp forest floor. He was once again waiting for the snow wolf to show up. He had no idea why he was so obsessed with him. The little mark the snow wolf had left on his palm, throbbed with tingles.

He breathed in the freshness of the wind that gushed through the forest woods, making loud whooshing sounds. Along with the loud sound he heard faint whimpers. His wolf's ears perked up. He stood up alert, and followed the sound. Few meters outside the pack territory Rick found a group of rogues circling the snow wolf while it crouched low havin no way to run. Rick's own wolf howled in anger seeing the vulnerable state of the snow wolf. He removed his clothes and changed into his wolf, running towards the pack of rouges.

They recognized the smell of an alpha immediately taking a few steps back in preservation but one of them did not back up. He challenged Rick. Teeth bared and stance high, he charged towards Rick but before he could reach him snow wolf was on him, biting and scratching him. The strength of the snow wolf was nothing compared to the rouge. The rogue had his teeth on the snow wolfe's neck in an instant, taking him down and about to choke him to death. The other wolves hollered from a distance, edging him on. Rick had to act fast, with as much strength as he could muster, he bit the rogue on his neck. He let go of the snow wolf with a yelp.

The rogue was strong, maybe an alpha of his team. He fought tooth and nail to hurt Rick, but he was an untrained wolf and couldn't handle Rick's measured attacks. When the rogue was sure he couldn't fight Rick anymore, he and his friends scurried back into the woods. The snow wolf lay low on the ground, whimpering more from fear than hurt.

Rick changed to his human form and hugged the wolf to his chest.

"Shh..you are fine." Rick said in his ear as he rocked him slowly. Rick's fingers ran through his hair as Rick kneaded his muscles. The wounds on the snow wolfe's neck weren't deep, they would heal soon. The snow wolf looked up from Rick's arms and licked his face. Rick smiled at the gesture and ran his fingers along the wolfe's spine, swiping along his tail. The wolf shivered at the touch and Rick wondered if the human under the skin felt it too.

"You know, I am dying to know who you are."

The wolf made a low growing sound in his throat.

"Why did you mark me, pal? That's only the right of a mate, you know that right?" Rick chuckled as he asked. On Rick's words the wolf nudged his head on Rick's neck and sniffed.

"You like my smell, don't you?" Rick said kissing him on the head. "But buddy we can't be mates. It's not possible biologically."

The wolf looked disappointed.

"Don't be sad. Maybe we are just good friends. Huh? Why don't you show me who you are?" At Rick's words he took a few steps back.

"Where are you going?" before Rick could have the chance to stop him he was already sprinting out of his reach.

The small encounter left Rick more confused and irritated than before. He has wanted to finally know who the wolf was. Rick knew they had something, something he couldn't name but it was a strong pull he couldn't deny. If Rick didn't know better he would say it was a mate bond, but he was a male. Rick's own wolf wanted nothing more than to follow the wolf's scent and hunt him down wherever he was. But Rick couldn't invade someone's privacy like that. He would have to wait until the snow wolf decided it was time to show himself. For now Rick only had his imagination of what his human form looked like. He hoped it was someone tall, athletic, strong, slightly muscular, maybe someone like David. Rick closed his eyes and cursed. No, not David again. David broke His heart and he promised himself not to think about him ever again. He needed to stay the fuck away from him and his thoughts. To some extent Ric understood his obsession. It wasn't David he liked, it was the idea of him. David was the only man in his life that he was close to who wasn't his family. It only made sense he would be the one Rick would feel attracted as he discovered his sexuality.

Someone knocked on Rick's office door and it was Jordan.

"Can I have a word with you?" Jordan asked, his face serious. Being the Pack alpha suited him, he always had this authority about him not many people possessed.

"Come in."

He sat opposite Rick on the chair and eyed Rick with anger. "What did do with the Sam boy?"

"What do you mean?" Rick asked, confused.

"He came to my office asking me to change his trainer."

Rick cursed under his breath, remembering the confession in his last class. It had intrigued Rick of course. It shouldn't have affected him the way it did. Rick trained teenagers and young adults, he was well aware of his sexual appeal and being pursued was not new to him. Rick was good at dodging advances but this boy...he almost made him look at him in a different light. And Rick didn't like it one bit, he wasn't supposed to feel attached to one of his trainees. What kind of fucked up teacher he would be if he let a student affect him that way? That's why he had done the only shitty thing he could manage, he downplayed Sam's feelings. It so wasn't him. In the past Rick have had serious heartfelt conversations with teenagers, softening the blow of the rejection but not for Sam. He had given him the hard truth, right on his face.

"Let me handle him." Rick said to Jordan.

"Be careful with him. You have no idea what he had gone through. I got some of his old files. My father had done some shitty things to him, Rick. And I really feel bad for how our pack had treated him."

"Why? What did they do?"

"Do you remember the old punishments for gays in werewolf packs?" Jordan said, sounding almost disgusted.

"The one that happened hundreds of years ago?" Rick asked, deadening the answer.

"Yes. My father wanted to scare the boy. So he staged a whole scene where they threatened to cut his dick off, while the whole clan watched, including his mom."

"Fuck.." Rick cursed.

"Yeah, fuck. Please be easy on him, he has already seen too much."

No wonder he got nightmares. Such childhood trauma never leaves you. Rick couldn't believe someone would do something like that to a child. Once Jordan left, a few seconds later Sam walked in his office. He had a grumpy look on his face and he refused to meet Rick's eyes.

"What is that?" Rick asked, looking at the scarf on his neck.

"It's called fashion," Sam retorted. Rick huffed at his extra sass but ignored the poor sense of his fashion choices.

"Please sit." Rick pointed to the chair in front of him. Sam did so without looking at him.

"Look, I am sorry how I behaved that day."

"That's fine," Sam said, eyes still everywhere but at him.

"I just want you to know, I understand your feelings towards me. It's absolutely normal..."

Sam cut him off. "No, it isn't," Sam finally gave him his attention. "I fucking hate being attracted to you. You know what is worse than being attached to your teacher? Being attracted to your straight teacher who might have a female mate out in the world."

That shut Rick up. Of course Sam thought he was straight, so did everyone else in his clan. He contemplated telling Sam the truth but that would only make things more complicated.

"Sam, you are a pretty boy. You can get anyone you want."

"I don't want anyone." Sam snapped. "Don't you see what you do to me." His words ended with him opening his leg and showing exactly what he was talking about. The bulge was apparent under tiny shorts he wore. Rick ran his finger through his hair cursing himself for looking at the thing. Rick's blood heated up and he squirmed on his seat.

"Did I make you uncomfortable, Sir?" Sam asked, licking his lips suggestively.

"Stop that right there." Rick slammed his palm on the table. Sam flinched and closed his legs again.

"If you really want to change your trainer then be it. Jordan's wife is starting another batch from next month. You can join her." He saw the little twitch on irritation in his jaw but he nodded. Maybe sending him to another class was better than dealing with him.