Leaders Of The Pack

(Yes, this is Faolan on the cover) Olathe has just come through the gory and spectacular death of her Psycho ex vampire boyfriend Taylor. And yet, she's confronted with more problems! Crazy people come over and torture her mate and her, then tell her she's some sort of rarity and that she has five - yes, five - mates, and one of them is a werewolf's natural born enemy- What the hell? Could her life get any more interesting?!


5. Hunting in Groups

After getting dressed -- I thoroughly enjoyed watching Faolan do that -- I actually began my real tutoring. But not tutoring as in written work. Tutoring, werewolf style.


'You need to learn how to hunt with a group.' Faolan told me through telepathy, his brown fur shining gold in the afternoon sun. 'Yes, hunting alone can be more difficult, and more risky, but in many ways it is much easier. Alone, no one needs to know of what you're doing but you. As a group, you must plan your actions, and attack in unison. You must be sure to get it right, especially if leading the hunt.'

Faolan stands and turns, facing the heard of deer we've currently been stalking. 'But for today,' he says, 'you will only need to follow my lead. Got it?'

I nod in responce. 'Got it.'


He began stalking forward, closing the distance to make this kill as easy as possible. I followed, steering myself slightly to the right, preparing to cut off the deer -- that is, if that was what Faolan chose. I stretched, preparing my limbs as Faolan chose the target.

'Alright,' He said eventually, 'we're going for the buck.'

I gaped at him like he was nuts. 'What are you on about? I'm not strong enough to take on something like that!' I told him, slight panic building up.

'Don't argue; we're going for it.' Faolan gave me a stern glare. I sniffed unhappily, waiting for Faolan to go on. 'I'll flush him out, and you'll go for the kill.' He told me. That's all I needed to know before I began circling the herd, setting myself in position.


'Go for it- I'm ready.'


As soon as Faolan registered that message, I watched as the heard scattered, running from Faolan, who growled ferociously, different coloured eyes sparkling with excitement. As expected, the buck unknowingly headed towards me. With perfect timing, I lunged for the throat-

-though I wasn't expecting the buck to hit me.


The buck swung low, stabbing me in the shoulder with the sharp edge of his antler. I whined, my body tossed to the side, and I hit the ground with a lifeless thud.


I shifted back, screaming, the cotton top ripped on my right shoulder, the flesh torn and bleeding. I closed my eyes tightly, whimpering. "Olathe!" I heard Faolan call, and listened to his footsteps as he rushed to my side. "Are you alright?!"

"Do I look alright?" I hissed through my teeth, the searing pain in my shoulder making my words sharper than I intended. Faolan seemed to understand this, though. Unfazed, he placed a hand on my right arm.

A strange pulsing of power came from the place Faolan was holding my arm. I could feel my wound slowly closing, the burning sensation fading to numbness. All I could feel of the wound was a tingling sensation that I couldn't place. It was probably closer to pins and needles than anything else.


"I told you I couldn't take on the damn buck..." I muttered, sitting up. I rolled my shoulder backwards, stretching the place where the wound had healed over. Suddenly, I freeze. "Hold the phone- did you just...?" Faolan grinned at me. "You just hea-"

"Damn right I did." Faolan grinned, proud as can be, before scooping me up in his arms.

"Hey, I can walk you know."

"I know; I like it better this way, though. Your scent's comforting."

"Now that I can understand."

All anger forgotten, I nuzzle into the crook of Faolan's neck, smiling softly as he carries me out of the forest. "Thank you." I whisper, lifting my lips to his ear. He turns his head and kisses me softly on the forehead, before looking forward again.


It's silent, and yet the sudden quietness is comforting. I'm perfectly fine, lying in his arms like this. He smells like... Peppermint. And ginger. "Faolan," I begin, "What do I smell like?"

He pauses to think, before answering. "Fresh snow, for your purity... And chili, for your personality." He lowers his eyes to wink at me. "And then, there's the smell of desperation."

"Hey!" I bite him on the shoulder. He winces, before laughing, and places me on the ground.


We'd already arrived on the sidewalk. He opens the door to the passenger side of his car, and I hop in eagerly. He shuts the door with a thunk, before walking around to the other side. I can't help but giggle excitedly.

I love Faolan's car. It has a comfortable, home-y feel to it.

And I have to admit, I like sticking my head out the window.

And with this, he drives me home.

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