Capturing Luna

Poison Ivy

On a highway in broad daylight went 47 black SUV speeding through traffic. All the windows were tinted and license plates were out of state. In every SUV sat 5 large men, all in cargo shorts and t-shirts. In the trunk were several guns and knives. They were all ready for a fight, probably to the death. But who would die in this war? In some of the cars the men were egging each other on, getting in the mindset of a brutal fight. In other cars the men were quiet and focused on the task ahead. Some of the cars had men casually chatting to keep their mind off of the task ahead. In front was one SUV with the alpha, beta, gamma, delta and lead warrior. The alpha was driving and his eyes had been pitch black the entire ride, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel hard. Beside him sat the beta with his sleeve covered over his nose, he was crouching in his seat trying to make himself smaller. In the back sat the delta and lead warrior huddled together at one side. All alone on the other side, next to a very open window sat gamma all by himself. The beta could not hold his tongue anymore “For the love of godess, what did you eat yesterday?” The gamma just scoffed. The delta and lead warrior looked at him with anger in their eyes. The gamma turned his head and looked out the open window, his hair swooshing everywhere. The ride went on for 10 more minutes in utter silence, then a faint little ppppft sound disturbed the silence. 3 men groaned and made exaggerated gagging noises. The gamma just shrunk even more into his seat, his cheeks red and is eyes fixed to the trees flashing by. The alpha was looking angrier by the minute, his jaw was clenched and a vein in his neck was bulging. 

In a large clearing stood 47 large, black SUVs. They had gotten there by a tiny little tractor dirt road through a forest. They were setting up gear needed for the upcoming storming of the desired pack. The lead warrior was standing in front of the alpha, his head bowing. He was slightly trembling as the alpha roared at him “What do you mean they forgot the ammunition? Who are they? Isn’t weapons AND ammunition YOUR responsibility?” The lead warrior cleared his voice and croaked out “Yes alpha, it is. I had two of my warriors in charge of bringing out ammunition and weapons, it appears that they had miscommunication and did not bring the ammunition.” Alpha’s face was now beet red and his veins were bulging both in his neck and face. The alpha gritted through is teeth “Get. Out. Of. My. Face. Before. I. Do. Something. I. Might. Regret.” The lead warrior scurried away and staid away from the alpha for the rest of the evening. The beta walked up to the alpha with a look of annoyance and exhaustion, he sighed as he approached him. “Alpha, we have a bit of a problem with some of the warriors.” The alpha looked at his beta with black eyes and gritted teeth “what is it now beta?” The beta sighed again “well, some of the warriors went to the forest side in the back there to do some business. And it turns out the area is filled with Poison Ivy, the werewolf in them is healing the rash, but because the oil is still there the rash comes back. Now they are complaining like little b*tches.” The alpha took two fingers to the bridge of his nose and squeezed it as he closed his eyes. He was trying his best to control his temper with slow breathing. “How stupid can a wolf be that he doesn’t recognize Poison Ivy?” The beta scoffed at that while scratching his but “well, it’s really hard to tell what plant is what really.” The alpha just looked at him with big eyes and a thin pursed mouth. Then he gritted out through his teeth while his face was getting more and more red. “I can not believe that my beta is so stupid that he wipes his ass with Poison Ivy.” Then the alpha stomped off to cool off. He went to a small gathering of trees and leaned his head to a tree trunk. He was talking to himself to try to get his calm. “Just calm down, it will soon be over. I will win this fight and get a large pack land to add to my territory. Then I will go home and get a nice bl*wjob from my perfect little Luna.” Behind him stood the delta, he was walking up to him to discuss some details of the attack. The alpha did not hear him walking over but the delta heard everything he said about his Luna. “Dude! Please, that’s my sister you’re talking about!” The alpha turned around slowly with a look that could kill. “Then please tell your sister to give them more frequently and not just after a win.” He stalked slowly towards the delta as he told him one word at a time “she doesn’t even give me one on my birthday.” The delta looked at his alpha with huge eyes and his cheeks were turning red.  “Ehm, I don’t think that appropriate. You should have that talk with her.” The alpha took a deep breath “Gee, if only I thought of that before. It’s not like I have been begging her to give me a f*cking bl*wjob on a REGULAR BASIS!!!” He roared at the delta so loud that his hair blew back. The delta was now trembling in his spot as the alpha stomped off again.