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It was a fairly large and impressive building, long ago, but now it was his domain. Wick felt a slight smile twitch the corners of his lips, his was his usual smug, 'cat's-got-the-cream' sort-of smile that his pack saw on his face at his supreme level of happiness.
Kindly, he reached out to stroke the blond head of one of his bed mates who sighed and nuzzled the hand. Wick chuckled and leaned back his sapphire orbs glittering lightly but for now he was happy. His 'Pack' consisted of 50 of the cities runaways and homeless. They all worked as one, either as hawkers or thieves or scavengers to hunters and bodyguards; they all provided for themselves and the Pack. Wick was their leader, he made sure that everything ran smoothly and made sure that everyone knew their place and was treated fairly. He made sure that the hunter or 'Tail Wolves' and their protectors didn't become a pack within a pack, the cubs were clothed and fed, and the sick and injured were taken care of. But if one became to reckless with the welfare of his family, they were dealt with quickly and fatally. Their home was called The Jungle, an abandoned high-rise apartment near the outskirts of the city. Nobody frequented the area except for those on the look out for a bit of illegal activity.
Wick had the best room on the 6th and top floor of the high-rise, his bed covered with the best fabrics money could buy. The fifth and fourth floor were for the cubs and their parents while the first and second for every one else. His bed was occupied with the bodies of his two favorites, a blond young man in his early twenties named Milo and a red headed woman in her late 20's named Rhea. Wick gave Milo one last pet before moving to kiss those plump lips.
"It is late in the evening dear-heart, you must leave to do your hunting." Wick said simply, bypassing the other's neck to n** possessively at his shoulder. Milo groaned and ran his fingers through his leader's hair.
"Wick..You know it's hard for me to leave already..but when you do that." The man muttered not protesting a lick as his alpha teased him. Rhea giggled as she stood and pecked Wick on his cheek.
"Wick is just giving me the chance to shower first before I go." She said, laughing as Wick gave her a roguish wink. The brunet pulled away as Milo shouted 'Hey' and took off after her. The high-rise had running water and electricity thanks to Wick's cunning and with the ingenuity of a few of his number, they also had computers. The Alpha stretched languidly, stood, and plucked his clothes from the floor. A soft knock made him pause for a brief second before drawling a refined 'Come in'. A girl, around the age of eighteen, poked her head in not in the least embarrassed by the sight of her half-naked leader.
"There's a cop downstairs, Head Wolf, says he wants to meet with you to talk about the recent murders that have happened in the area." The girl says respectfully. Wick inclines his head in acknowledgement and dons a thin black wife-beater and a pair of leather boots in which he hides a thin deadly stiletto and hides under his shirt a 9 millimeter gun. His eyes as hard as stone, Wick sauntered out of his room and down the elevator to the lobby of the apartments were he spied the youngish looking cop looking uncomfortable amongst the distrustful eyes of his 'Pack'. Smirking arrogantly, Wick moved out of the shadows.
"Come for tea little fly?" Wick said slyly, his wolves giggled. He was not too bad looking, this young uniformed man and Wick's fox-quick mind began to plan.
((To Be Continued...))
 Deviant_Demon · Sun Dec 23, 2007 @ 11:45am · 0 Comments |
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