Post by Strike on Oct 9, 2009 17:04:07 GMT -5
The mall was steadily increasing in its noise. Since the last meeting, Strike announced a no tolerance for rogue wolves. Everyone made sure to stick close to home or get out completely. Davis had agreed with him and that seemed to only settle things further. Oriana had moved out of the building, returning back to her own center for her people. It seemed like an invite for all the wolves with self control issues to come back. He couldn’t blame them, the younger you were, the stronger the instincts and he had to face it, humans were lower on the food chain then them. Even Stramn’s display had sent some wolves to the darker corner of things, hiding.
As he walked the main lobby, various wolves would greet him with some sign of submission. The signs varied; some were bearing their bare neck, shrinking their height, etc. But he honestly could only give each one a nod as he continued on his way, silver eyes searching the area around, making sure all was in order. The distant sound of Jerome’s babies echoed, their scents were strong mostly because they were so unique opposed to the musk of grown werewolf. He remembered the scent so well when Connor possessed it. All too quickly he’d grown out of it and it was a shame, but at the same time, it was relieving. Looking at his son now, he would never believe he was once a fragile baby. Now he was a force meant for bulldozing and tended to hang around a specific female.
Clearing his throat, he stopped his scanning, all the wolves that had taken the time to mingle decided they had done their part in greeting and continued on as though he was invisible. Honestly, Strike didn’t mind it. A younger Alpha would have been pissed and demanded all attention on them, absorbing the power of it. But honestly, he had enough power and enough attention. As the minutes passed and he stared amongst the various bodies, bit by bit, they began to return to their sleeping quarters or other parts of the mall. Wherever it was they went when not mingling. Only a couple spotted the area now but he still remained, ever watching.
As he walked the main lobby, various wolves would greet him with some sign of submission. The signs varied; some were bearing their bare neck, shrinking their height, etc. But he honestly could only give each one a nod as he continued on his way, silver eyes searching the area around, making sure all was in order. The distant sound of Jerome’s babies echoed, their scents were strong mostly because they were so unique opposed to the musk of grown werewolf. He remembered the scent so well when Connor possessed it. All too quickly he’d grown out of it and it was a shame, but at the same time, it was relieving. Looking at his son now, he would never believe he was once a fragile baby. Now he was a force meant for bulldozing and tended to hang around a specific female.
Clearing his throat, he stopped his scanning, all the wolves that had taken the time to mingle decided they had done their part in greeting and continued on as though he was invisible. Honestly, Strike didn’t mind it. A younger Alpha would have been pissed and demanded all attention on them, absorbing the power of it. But honestly, he had enough power and enough attention. As the minutes passed and he stared amongst the various bodies, bit by bit, they began to return to their sleeping quarters or other parts of the mall. Wherever it was they went when not mingling. Only a couple spotted the area now but he still remained, ever watching.