Irony is the Shackles of Youth

Part 1: Where Derek walks in the woods a whole lot

Preview:

The call for a Special Forces alphapack had come in from a small city on the edge of a wilderness preserve sometime just after dawn on a Thursday. Derek hadn’t been at HQ when the call came in. He’d been in bed at his apartment, trying to recover from a previous mission that had gone wrong in a truly spectacular fashion. All he wanted to do was sleep for a week, but when the videoscreen beeped he got up out of bed.

“Hale.” Which was all the greeting Derek ever gave. He only activated sound, leaving the screen blank. The last thing he needed was someone from HQ to see his naked ass as he stumbled around in his dark bedroom, trying to find clothing.

“We have a situation of some sort just south of the western preserve.” Lydia was a red witch, a very powerful red witch, that could make even the toughest alphas jump when she gave the order. Derek was simultaneously impressed and annoyed by her ability even as he pulled on pants and mentally rearranged his planned schedule for his day off. “They’re calling for an alphapack.”

“I’m on leave,” Derek reminded her. If they were calling in alphas on leave, it had to be bad. He found a shirt, sniffed it, and decided that it wasn’t too bad. Laundry hadn’t been high on his list of things to do for the last week.

“I know.” Derek snorted at the lack of apologies from Lydia. Typical when she was determined to get her way. “We’ve already got one alphapack deployed dealing with a few rogue omegas, three on guard rotation at the detention centers since there was a full moon last night, and two others in districts too far to get here in a reasonable amount of time. We’re pulling in the second string now.”

A lack of apologies and insults? Must be big. “What’s going on?” Derek pulled on a pair of socks. His wallet and keys went into his pocket.

“There’s a missing established pack. Nine werewolves. The local law enforcement found the alpha in pieces in the woods. They’re refusing to go back out to look for the rest of the pack and we need to find out what happened.”

“Wait. They found the alpha in pieces and eight missing betas?” Omegas were often found torn to pieces if they turned vicious and strayed into an established family pack’s territory. Occasionally, it happened to betas if for some reason their alpha went crazy on them. Usually by the time the alpha went after the second beta, the others in the pack banded together to take the alpha out. Sometimes they even succeeded.

But an entire pack? Even the alphapack would have problems taking down a pack even with weapons and back-up. It just didn’t happen.

“There’s already rumors spreading about this. Law enforcement wants to keep in low key, but...” Lydia signed over the line. She sounded tired and Derek wondered if they’d pulled her in before her shift to coordinate this. “An alpha is dead and its presumed the rest of the pack is too. We need you out there yesterday to figure out what is going on.”

His day off could wait. Derek pushed his feet into shoes and began to do up the laces. “I’ll be there in less than an hour.”

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So... in the interest of being entertained, I started reading fanfics with werewolves. Mostly in the Supernatural, Harry Potter, and Sherlock fandoms. I have to say this, fanfic authors definitely come up with more interesting ideas than a lot of the m/m ebook writers. They don't always write any better (and most times worse), but at least it's not the same two plots that most werewolf ebooks use: alpha falls for abused beta or solitary alpha finds unexpected mate and lots of sex occurs.

( Then there was horror. Absolute horror. )

My brain.

Four pages of what basically amounts to PWP werewolf porn. I think I'm going to quit here and just release it into the wild for everyone's enjoyment. No, I don't know if there will be more. Consider this as much as it's going to be and anything more written about these three will be a pleasant surprise.

( Werewolf porn, NC-17 for graphic sex, voyuerism, and threesome )

Now if only I could find werewolf stories like that on the internet to read instead of having to write it myself.

Four more drabbles in the Feral Wolf series. Two from the first story and two about Gene and Jesse's first batch of adopted kids.

( PG-13 for language, because Trent has a bit of a potty mouth )

Still working on them. I'm going to do a few more that fit into the first story before calling that done and then hopefully, do some more about them adopting the kids. They wind up with quite a brood in the end.

Finally sat down at put in order all the werewolf bits I've written about Jesse and Gene. I also gave it a title. Go me! I'm at 14 pages and over 5,000 words. Still think there might be a few holes in the plot. Here's the story as it stands right now.

( Feral Wolf, original, PG-13 for sexual situations )

Any suggestions as to what else you'd like to see with these two? Because if not, I'm calling it done.

Okay, I was hoping to get more done tonight, but we got off campus late. This means we got home late. Oh well. And tomorrow there's a party in another city we're going to so no writing. You guys will have to settle with these two fragments until I can get something churned out tomorrow in between work and doing literature searches.

( Drabble 1 )

( Drabble 2 )

I also intend to write about Gene moving in, Jesse agreeing to marry Gene (which is just a barrel LOLs), and Gene realizing he's fallen hard for Jesse. Any other requests?

I think when I get done with all of these, I'm going to put them into some semblance of chronological order. It seems like there should be enough for a complete story.

( Werewolf drabbles, PG-13 for sexual references, violence, possibly language )

We'll see if I'm able to do any more tomorrow.

Must be the phase of the moon or something. Everyone's thinking about werewolves. Three drabbles I wrote in skylark97's comments. Totally out of order time wise.

( Werewolves! Oh my! PG-13 for sexual connotations )