It was a long drive, we arrived early afternoon. It was beautiful but cold, we had been climbing for hours, and we were well above sea level now. The air was thin and crisp, clean, I loved it. There were trees everywhere, giant ones, ancient and strong, the towering mountains in the distance, the caps covered in pale snow. It was late autumn so soon that snow would travel down, turning the world white.

My mum messed around with my hair a little, we were literally next to the car, just having gotten out of it. I was stretching my sleepy and leaden legs but she obviously had other plans, checking me all over to make sure not a hair was out of place. She was a thin woman, willowy and tall, but had the natural muscle definition that all werewolves had. My father was even taller, bulky and towering, with thick limbs and a barrel chest, very masculine. My mum was happy I'd inherited more of her traits than his, I wouldn't be desirable to the Alpha if I looked like a hairy mountain, which my dad was.

He was stern and quiet, an intimidating presence, the opposite of my mother, who was light and loud. She laughed a lot and could be a lot of fun but she didn't move an inch when it came to me, anything that could affect my desirability was a strong no. I had been home-schooled, sworn to chastity so I'd be pure for the Alpha, only his to use and defile if he should pick me. I'd never been kissed, except for my mother's forehead and cheek smooches.

It may seem strange for a male to be coming to a Luna Choosing but an Alpha could be both male and female, plus they could like whatever gender they wanted, male, female or both, werewolves had never cared about such things. An Alpha's seed was potent enough to impregnate anyone, no matter which gender. I'd heard from my mother that the Alpha preferred men though, not sure where she got that information from, so I didn't ask.

Dad took out our luggage and locked the car, easily carrying the three bags with his dominant wolf strength. My mother wrapped her small but strong fingers around my forearm and led me closer to the imposing ancient castle surrounded by tall evergreens and other mighty trees. It was built from chalk white stone, which had turned a light grey from time and the elements, tall towers climbed towards the sky, and elegant gilded windows provided a glimpse into the impressive building and let in the early afternoon light.

Many other cars were parked in front of the castle, werewolves getting out of their cars and gazing at the house of the mighty Stentorian Alpha.

When we had finally reached the red double doors that stood two stories high, greeted by smartly dressed omega wolves, they must be from the Stentorian Pack. Omega wolves were like the working class wolves in a pack, they weren't strong enough to fight and hunt, so they contributed in other ways, like looking after the young, they cooked, cleaned and provided medical care. "Hello." one of them came to stand at the foot of the stone stairs and bowed, back perfectly straight. "Welcome to the Stentorian Pack, may I have your name sir?" he asked my father, a burly werewolf dressed in a bellboy black and white uniform silently taking our bags.

"Jacobi Larkin." my father's low and deep voice answered. The omega nodded with a smile, turning to look me over, a bit too intensely to be comfortable.

"Then you must be Carnet Larkin." he deduced, his eyes continuing to rake over my form, his stare made me feel naked from the intensity of his eyes. He grunted and stopped staring, his blank face not giving anything away. "If you'll follow me I'll show you to your rooms." with that, he turned on his heels and walked briskly into the castle's foyer.

The décor was subtle and timeless, tasteful if I do say so myself. Lots of wood and exposed brick, warm fires and candles, mutely coloured rugs scattered on the bare stone floor, and a y-shaped staircase in front of us.

The burly bell boy was already heading upstairs ahead of us, the omega taking a slightly slower pace, leading us up one of the staircases. The rooms were simple but comfy, with many rugs and thick blankets scattered around, all tones of nature. My parents and I shared a room, an all-wooden double bed at one end of the room, with soft cream sheets that reminded me of snow. At the opposite end of the room was a single bed, the same colour sheets, guess that was mine. There were two closed doors, one on either side of my bed, one I guess to be the bathroom, the other the closet. A door opposite the entrance to the room led out to a balcony, the clear glass framed with drawn fern green curtains. The omega promptly left, the bellboy nowhere in sight, and our bags set next to the beds.

The door to the room closed and I sat down on my bed, tilting my head back to look at the chandelier with real lit candles, it created a soft glow in the room, it was nice.

My mum came into my view, a tender smile on her lips. She stepped forward, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to my forehead, her small hands cupping each side of my jaw, her thumbs gliding over my cheeks. "My perfect, beautiful boy, it's almost time." she squealed, pulling away to do a little dance. My father chuckled quietly, the green armchair nestled in the corner creaking from his weight as he sunk into it.

Not soon after a sharp knock sounded and my mother rushed over to open the door, there stood a shockingly tall and needle-thin woman with an almost ethereal feel, dressed completely in white flowing clothing, her hair grey and down to her waist. Artful makeup made her look ageless and she seemed to float into the room.

"Yuri, how wonderful it is to see you again." my mother said with affection in her voice, her hands gently clasped together.

"Indeed it is wonderful dear Dacha, now where's your son." the lady's lilting and soft voice drifted to my ears was quite calming. My mother beckoned me over, so I stood and walked over to stand in front of Yuri. Her pale blue eyes swept over me, lingering in certain spots, and quiet affirming sounds came from her. "Yes, now this is something I can work with, you've done a brilliant job in making a gorgeous son Dacha and Jacobi." she congratulated my parents and my mother couldn't seem happier.

"But I need to see past these garbs." she gestured at my clothes. "Come with me young one, it is time for you to get ready," she informed, taking a hold of my shoulders and leading me out of the room. She led me down the hall right down to the end, a royal blue double door filling the wall. She entered without knocking and I saw a lot of flesh and other women looking like Yuri. Other men around my age were in ranging stages of undress, and I felt quite a few of their eyes on me.

"Now come stand over here." she led me to a space in the large circular room, mirrors covering all of the walls, a thick blue carpet cushioning my footfalls. Racks and racks of clothes were centred in the middle, plus makeup boxes in front of every male, this I guessed was the male Luna Choosing dressing room, a place to prepare to meet the Alpha. I saw many nervous faces, as well as some overconfident ones.

"Right, strip please." she clapped impatiently. I glanced around before slipping off my shoes, then my socks, unbuttoning my shirt, and undoing the button and fly of my jeans. I shrugged off my shirt and pulled the skinny jeans off my legs. Yuri took my clothing away as it came off of me, folding it and placing it out of the way beside the makeup box. Once I was in my black boxer briefs I stopped. Her cool fingers trailed over my body, moving it around so she could look where she wanted.

"Such beauty, your pale skin is radiant dear, and those eyes," she murmured. She disappeared into the racks for a moment and I had a chance to look around, feeling a bit exposed to all the other people in the room and my lack of clothes.

"Don't they have sun where you live?" a cold voice questioned to my left and I turned to meet emerald green eyes, the owner of the eyes had a deep tan and a scowl as he judged every inch of me. I considered talking to him, but there was not much to say, nothing nice anyway, and that just wasn't me. He was a few inches shorter and skinny. His dirty blond hair contrasted with his deeply tanned skin, he must visit a tanning salon quite a lot, it was too even to be natural.

Yuri came back, holding out some tiny leather booty shorts to me, I raised a brow at her, causing her to smile widely. "I want to show off that milky skin of yours, and that cute butt." she tapped my behind playfully and a traitorous blush warmed my pale cheeks, making her coo. I took the shorts and she went to open the makeup box. I looked down at my boxers and then the booty shorts, noticing that the shorts would be higher up my legs than the boxers were, guess I was going commando, great.

I felt my cheeks warming again as I shimmied my briefs down, stepping out of them and quickly pulling on the leather shorts, the cool fabric glided along my skin and was definitely snug. I tucked myself in the tight confines of the shorts and secured the front, finding my green-eyed neighbour still staring at me, I tried to ignore it.

Yuri came back, promptly getting started with her brush and other makeup equipment. I did as she asked, closing my eyes, scrunching up my face however she asked, getting tickled and poked. She stepped away after a while and I let out a breath. She stood there for a few moments as if admiring her work, nodding slowly. "Perfect." she declared with a smile. "Turn around and have a look," she suggested and I did just that.

She'd covered my pale skin in subtle glitter, making me look like a twilight vampire, but I'll admit it looked good, I shone and glowed in the light. My amber eyes looked even larger outlined in black, my lips plumper than usual, slightly redder, my cheekbones looking sharper, all my features accentuated with gentle contour, my curls perfectly arranged and shiny from product. The leather booty shorts cupped me up front, clinging to my thighs and low on my waist.

The blue door opened, and a sharply dressed werewolf came to stand in the doorway. "The Alpha is ready and waiting," he stated and the ladies in white hurried to finish up before stepping away from the contenders. We all formed a line, the room going quiet from nerves. I ended up behind a slender man a little younger than me, his caramel skin partially covered by a semi-see-through white jumpsuit. Rude green eyes was behind me, unfortunately.

Welp, here goes nothing.