The Exiled Alpha

Chapter One

    Seasons come and go, people come and go, even the birds come and go with each seasonal changing. Yet some seasons change in ways that even some find it to be a nuisance to them and possibly those around them.

    Every small town has its secrets, and sometimes, every secret should never be found out. In the Rocky Mountains of Canada, there is a small hidden town that not many know about by the name of Hemlock Hills. This town would bring in a lot of bikers as the bar was quite popular in its old fashioned saloon kind of way. The dark wood was clearly old and obviously the doors had been updated to modern doors instead of swinging saloon doors. When you walk in there is the bar right in front and on the right, some tables and booths and then to the left is an open dance floor with a jukebox including an area for a live band, should there happen to be one.

    Jack, the bar’s owner and bartender, was always to be seen behind the counter no matter what. There were some occasions where he had to bring a shotgun out when the bikers got too rowdy. He was a no nonsense kind of guy and who can blame him? For a man in his sixties, he looked like he had the body of a thirty year old and damn hot to boot.

    “Jenni! Quite staring off to the void! The Seasoner’s will be here tomorrow and I need that order hauled into storage!”

    Snapping quickly out of my day dreamy state, I would look over to Jack with my puppy dog apology eyes and he’d stand there crossing his arms. “Sorry, Jack! I’ll get right on it!” Back to work I guess. Why do they come here of all places?

    As I began hauling the boxes of booze back and forth to storage, I began to think about what Jack had told me earlier that week when I first started tending to the bar. The Seasoner’s, as Jack called them, were the seasonal travelers that frequented the bar during the springtime. Having just moved here a few weeks ago, I had no idea this would be the norm. Jack didn’t give me much other information besides warning me to be extremely cautious while both inside and outside the bar during this time and made it very clear that I should be going straight home after work. He offered to drive me after closing but I figured it would be too much.

    “Jenni, when you’re done with that you can take off for the night and be back here by three tomorrow afternoon?” Jack’s voice would sound out from the storage room doorway.

    “Sure, I’ll come back by then.”

    “Just lock the door on your way out. Night,” he’d say as he walked away, leaving me to my own devices to finish putting away the beverage order. One of the boxes would rattle as I lifted it to a shelf and I gave myself a small fright as the box nearly fell over. Luckily it didn’t or Jack would probably skin me alive. Not that I’d mind one bit.

    I quickly finished the rest of the work and started to lock up. This town was nice as there weren’t any packs around so I was free to walk around quietly and everyone here was human which made things even more relaxing. I took my time walking home, taking in deep breaths of cool night air. The streets were dark and not a human was in sight. As it should be at one in the morning.

    My house was kind of further down off the side street from the bar and it seemed even darker than normal. I looked up to the sky and saw the moon. By tomorrow night it will be full and then I can run wild in the woods. At least once work was done.

    I finally arrived at my dark and quiet house and entered through the main door. It was a rather lonely little two story home and definitely not grand in any way like the pack-house I used to live in. Slowly walking down the hall, I came to my bathroom and stripped down before going straight to the shower. I avoided the mirror and just focused on the water hitting my body. It was hot, steamy and that’s all I cared about.

    Twenty or thirty minutes must have gone by before I finally emerged from the warmth of my shower, grabbed my nearby towel and dried off. When I finally looked in the mirror, I frowned at what looked back. My long black hair went down to my lower back, those piercing silver eyes, and the mark of an exile on my right shoulder. There on my right shoulder was a black paw print with a red bloody gash tattooed there. Any wolf that’s exiled bears this mark. Besides that, I looked at my perky breasts, my womanly curves and my cleanly waxed and smooth womanhood. You see, I can’t stand hair in that place so what’s a little pain to make it perfect? My only problem now is that my heat cycle would start soon, always with the full moon. I’ll have to be careful at work in the morning.

    Deciding to ditch the getting dressed, I moved to my bed and crawled in, sleeping for the rest of the night naked and tangled in my sheets.