The Wicked Deeds

I was in London conducting pack business with my Uncle Thorn. We were at his home, Eltham Palace, which was a large house in Eltham, within the Royal Borough of Greenwich, South East London, England. I wanted to go home so desperately. I'd been in Eltham for the past two weeks now forming alliances with other pack leaders from different territories, from any unwanted threat that could cause any damage to our own pack in the near future.

I was relieved when Uncle Thorn brought an end to our meeting. Everyone was getting out of there seats ready to leave. I got up last making my way to the door.

"Julian, a minute please." I hissed a curse under my breath. I stopped abruptly, turning around looking at him. My face hadn't been shaven in weeks since my time in London. I was tired and downright exhausted from all the meet and greet from these pack leaders. But what are you going to do when you're father dies while going to war? Run away? No. Cry? Naah, way too easy. You take over and deal with being an Alpha for your pack and make sure that every pack member is safe under your protection. My mother died while giving birth to me. She was a brazilian dancer, from a middle class background and my father was American. They met when he came to conduct business for his pack and saw her at the market where they clicked instantly and fell madly in love. My father said she was his beautiful dançarino - meaning dancer, that she could always put a smile on his face or make his day whenever she danced.

He never found his mate. But my mother was just his mate and he was okay with that.

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I am Jamaican bound in the beautiful caribbean region. I am a lover of books and music. My hobbies are reading, swimming, dancing, watching movies and meeting new people. I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression, anything awkward and imperfect, because that's natural and real. I believe at 16 or even 21 nobody is worth stressing over. Like move on, leave people behind. Go find yourself, the world is yours. Life goes on.

I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception. *Palms face*

I learned to get over shit quick. Whether it's letting you go, whoop your ass or forgive you. I'm over it and refocused....

I approached him. He was still seated in his chair with the same haggard expression that was on my face was now reflected on his. Truth be told my uncle has always been that father figure in my life since my father died. "Yes." I stated coolly.

"Nephew you know you're like the son I never had and I want the best for you at all times. You're a great leader Jules but with your Luna by your side, you'll be invincible. Something I think your father wanted before he died." I looked at him not giving away anything. My features set hard and grim. "You have nothing to say nephew?" My uncle asked looking at me intently.

"Come on, Thorn. I don't want to discuss this right now. Gosh!" I said in a exasperated tone. My hand now resting on my jaw.

I am Jamaican bound in the beautiful caribbean region. I am a lover of books and music. My hobbies are reading, swimming, dancing, watching movies and meeting new people. I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression, anything awkward and imperfect, because that's natural and real. I believe at 16 or even 21 nobody is worth stressing over. Like move on, leave people behind. Go find yourself, the world is yours. Life goes on.

I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception. *Palms face*

I learned to get over shit quick. Whether it's letting you go, whoop your ass or forgive you. I'm over it and refocused....

"I swear Jules, just find your mate and give me some nieces and some nephews. I need them to annoy the crap out of me every now and then, probably even break some furniture while they're at it." He said while rubbing his chin.

"Calm down nephew. I just want you to be happy. With a female who can put you in your place. Maybe when you meet her she'll be able to tame you." He said while looking at into my soul less eyes. I laugh throwing my head back at his preposterous comment.

"Are you serious right now? A woman, this so called "mate" of mine is going to do what? Tame me? You seem to forget that am an Alpha. I dictate and people damn well listen. No female is going to tame me or even dictate anything to me, especially this mate!" I spat. The word sounding foreign on my tongue.

"You will yield Julian, mate or not you will yield." He said a stern look taking over his features.

I am Jamaican bound in the beautiful caribbean region. I am a lover of books and music. My hobbies are reading, swimming, dancing, watching movies and meeting new people. I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression, anything awkward and imperfect, because that's natural and real. I believe at 16 or even 21 nobody is worth stressing over. Like move on, leave people behind. Go find yourself, the world is yours. Life goes on.

I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception. *Palms face*

I learned to get over shit quick. Whether it's letting you go, whoop your ass or forgive you. I'm over it and refocused....

"Never Uncle Thorn, mate or not will I ever yield." I said giving him a death glare before leaving the room. I made my way outside, across the court yard and towards my motorcycle. I started the motorcycle, bringing the beast to life. I put on my helmet as I sped down the road heading into the cold night.

My hands gripped the handle bars even more tightly, my knuckles turning white. I rode hard, everything passing me in a swift blur. I approach a pub on Holly Grove Street called Chronicles. Chazz, my beta, was waiting in the pub. I parked my motorcycle in a free slot for motorcycles only. I took off my helmet and placed it on the handle of the bike. I ran my hand through my dark brown hair as I approach the door to Chronicles. I enter the pub scanning the room for Chazz and located him at the bar drinking a glass of whiskey on the rocks.

I went over to the bar and plopped down on one of the empty stools beside Chazz. I signal the bartender and order the same drink like Chazz. He appeared a second later with the drink in hand as he place it down in front of me. I took a sip of the drink, feeling the tingling effect rippling through my entire body.

"You look like crap." Chazz finally said, as he gave a glance over my appearance. "And on the edge too. What happened?"

I ran my hand over my face as to let out my frustrations. "Nothing. Just me finding my mate and shit. Thorn's idea of course, not mine." I shrugged.

"I see. He probably saying she's going to tame you. But knowing you, that will never happen." He said, slurring over his words a bit.

"No fucking way." I said shaking my head side to side in agreement.

"When are we leaving?" Chazz asked.

"Tomorrow at noon. Then when we arrive back home the men want to play a game of rugby. You up for it?" I asked drinking the rest of my drink. Chazz then turn and face me, a smile tugging at his lips as he looked at me with his ocean blue eyes.

"I'm going to kick your ass Jules." He said. I laugh at his ridiculous comment as I signal the bartender for another round of drinks. We sat there for awhile drinking before we officially called it a night.

***The next day at the Martha Vineyard pack territory***

Chazz wasn't kidding when he said he was going to kick my ass. We arrive home around noon. I didn't bother to stop by Elana. I went straight to my house and change into some black shorts, black sneakers and a white V-neck shirt (that I later tore off during the game). We were in the woods where we could play without any interruptions. Because these sports tend to get intense and gruesome among werewolves.

The sky look overcast as the clouds appeared dark and slightly grey. A flash of lightening illuminated across the sky and the thunder rumbled in the air. The wolves howl in sheer excitement at this moment. Later, the rain began to pour turning the dry dirt into a muddy pit. Everyone was in formation, waiting for the whistle to blow to give us the signal to start the game. The referee blow the whistle commencing the game. I had the ball in my possession, I saw an angry Chazz tackling roughly at my teammates, my team members fought hard to keep Chazz side away from me. I saw Darius near the end and throw the ball in his direction. He caught it and run for the touch down, landing proudly in the mud.

I look at Chazz to see he was livid. He was breathing hard with his hands on his hips. I laughed even more. This was the second half of the game and the last play. Chazz and my team were tie with 25 points each. The referee called a time out and I huddle my men at the side of the field. We drank Gatorade as I was talking to them. They nod to indicate they were listening. "Listen men we can win and I'm taking out Chazz by any means necessary! So let's kick ass!" I yelled and they howled in response. We went back on the field Chazz looking at me, with his face still livid.