The Rogue Alpha

My bro dropped me off outside the females side of the training facility. "I can't do you any good here, besides I've got some stuff to do at the local library." He told me. As if I needed an explanation. The werewolf community was more sex separationist than the human world.

Then again, some humans were taking things too far, and going against their genetics. There had to be a point where people, or werewolves, were able to dress comfortable, without denying who they are.

I entered the training facility. As I closed the door a dagger flew by my head.

I jumped and shifted into my wolf before I landed. I stared angrily in the direction the dagger came from.

A thick framed black woman, in what appeared to be a spandex outfit, stood there staring back at me.

"Lesson one." She stated, "Always be prepared."

I shifted back, and silently noted how much I liked my new clothes.

"Now, pretend there are humans present." She ordered.

An arrow launched out of the wall.

I jumped to the side. I didn't change shape, but I felt the familiar power in my eyes that indicated they'd changed to silver.

"You're eyes are your weakness." She scolded me.

"The eyes are the window to the soul." I replied.

She scoffed. "Then your windows need some curtains."

I laughed.

"This is no laughing matter." She scolded me again as she crossed the room, "Out there you're a Luna. In here you're just another wolf who needs to learn to control yourself."

"My wolf is less than a day old. I think it might take a little adjustment." I pointed out.

She scowled, "So, if you give away the secret that has protected us all these centuries; we should just explain that your wolf is new, and everything will suddenly be no big deal?"

I groaned. She had a point, but I didn't have to like it. "Could I at least get your name before we do anymore training?"

"Virginia." She informed me, "But you can call me Verge, everyone else does."

"Until I came here everyone calledme DoJo." I replied.

She chuckled. "That can't be your real name."

"My real name is irrelevant." I stated, "All anyone around here cares about is my new title."

Verge put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "You don't know it yet, but you're one of the lucky ones."

"How do you figure?" I asked as I put my new pack down by the wall.

"Your wolf waited so long to appear that you got to know who you are away from the packs, and all the politics and drama that go with them."

I laughed. "No one else likes that about me."

"Because you're bucking the system, rocking the boat, and they're afraid of the waves." Verge explained.

I told her, "Well, maybe it's about freaking time for them to learn how to swim, or at least get some paddles."

She laughed, hard.

"So, what can I do about my eyes?" I inquired.

She answered, "You need to learn how to deal with your emotions before they reach your eyes. It's not good for a Luna to be so readable anyway."

"I suppose this means we're going to be evoking all kinds of emotions in me today, while I try not to show them." I guessed.

I was right. We spent the next three hours alternating between physical fighting, talking about emotional stuff, and relaxing, only to have the last suddenly interrupted, and we were back to fighting. Only a small amount of my training was in wolf form. Verge cared mostly about me learning to use the wolf's strength and agility, without revealing its presence.

We were in one of the relaxing moments when a wall phone I hadn't paid attention to rang. Verge got up and answered it. She barely got out, "Hello." And she was standing rigid, listening, and nodding her head ever so slightly. Then she replied, "Yes miss Luna, she'll be leaving here momentarily."

Verge hung the phone on the wall and turned to me. "Your presence is demanded at the Luna meeting."

My body ached, I was exhausted, and starving. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was go to that meeting. "And who's demanding?" I asked angrily.

Verge quietly answered, "Luna Eleanor of Wolfsville."

I read Verge's body language. If I refused this demand, there wasn't anything she could do, but she would then fail to obey her Luna, and she would pay dearly for failure.

I groaned. Then I stood up, walked to my backpack, put it on, and told Verge, "It was an interesting training session."

"You did well." She replied, "But you still might want to wear dark sunglasses when you're around humans for a while."

I nodded my head and left. The atmosphere had changed, and I no longer wanted to be in that room. I also didn't want to go to that meeting, but once again I couldn't make someone else pay for my choices.