Author's Note: Hello all!. This is my very first story that I will be publishing to Literotica. I am open for feedback, suggestions and comments!. Please don't hold back, if you hate it, love it or anything in between feel free to tell me. This will be a several part series, the next will be out soon. Enjoy!
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Caspian Oliver fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat inside the small cafe where he was taking his lunch break. The cause of the uncomfortable fidgeting being the other werewolf that had walked in a few minutes earlier. They had smelled each other instantly, both nodding to acknowledge the other. The other wolf, whom Caspian knew was the Jones pack enforcer, was named Arnold. He has tall, around 6'1, deeply tanned with golden brown eyes, a medium build and jet black hair that was slicked back into a neat ponytail. His face was masculine with its rectangular shape, strong nose, and sharp jawline. He wore a green dress shirt and slacks with black loafers. '
A good-looking man
,' he thought to himself.
Caspian had only just moved to Greensboro North Carolina a month prior. He wasn't part of a pack or looking to be, so he was considered a 'free floating wolf', a term he never really cared for but it was the 'official' label; It was stamped onto any wolf with no Alpha, pack or mate. As an FFW, you had to ask for permission from the pack enforcer to be able to stay in the territory and agree to the pack's terms. Caspian never had an issue before and this area was no different. Arnold was very accommodating and friendly, offering to show him around and introduce him to the pack. He of course declined but thanked him for the offer. He told him he wanted to settle in on his own. Arnold was very understating and let him be.
In his 25 years of living, Caspian had moved over 11 times all across the United States. He never knew his real parents, as they had given him up at birth. He did however know his parent's genealogy; something he kept to himself. He grew up in a communal type home for parent-less pups in Wyoming. Once he finished high school at 16, he quickly entered college, where he studied to become an IT Tech, something he could do in person and remotely. This turned out to be the right career path as it allowed for him to move as much or as little as he pleased.
Caspian flagged the waitress down, a sweet woman in her 50's with long blond hair and blue eyes, to tell her he was going to the bathroom for a moment and would be back so that nothing got cleared away. He ordered a refill for his soda as well and made his way to the back of the cafe. One of the reasons he came here for lunch, other than their amazing ranch house burger, was their restrooms were single use. This suited him just fine, as he was a tad pee shy, a strange thing for most werewolves but he wasn't like most werewolves.
After he finished peeing, he approached the sink, turning the hot and cold water levers on even, taking a few squirts of the hand soap from beside the mirror and started rubbing his hands together. After a few moments, he ran his hands under the water, scrubbing till all the soap was gone. Most guys don't care to wash their hands, but Caspian found it unsavory not to, as there were so many germs on everything you touch. It wouldn't save you from everything but it sure beat doing nothing.
He shut the water off and looked at himself in the mirror. At 5ft5 and 210lbs he was heavy but not unattractive. His strawberry blond hair was buzzed on the sides and back, but left longer up top, mainly to hide his larger forehead. His face was heart shaped with deeper set emerald colored eyes, that sat atop high cheekbones, accented by his rounded nose and rosy, full lips. He was pale, very much so, being a natural red head would do that to you. He had a rounded belly and a butt to match. He fell into the bear cub category and he liked it just fine.
Before he left, he gave his outfit a once over to make sure he hadn't spilled any food on himself, as he often tended to do. His yellow cotton shirt and dark gray slacks were unblemished, at least for the time being. He had gotten a new pair of sketchers that would work with his dressed down work attire and bent down to retie a loose shoelace.
As he made his way back to his table he found he was no longer sitting alone; Arnold had taken it upon himself to join him. Sighing, he sat back in his seat, just as the waitress returned with Arnold's order. Unsure of what to say, Caspian smiled weakly at him, take a long sip of his soda and watching as Arnold prepared his pancakes with butter and syrup. '
Breakfast for lunch, eh? Interesting.
' Caspian thought to himself.
"So, how are you liking it here in the triad area so far Caspian?" Arnold asked, cutting into his pancakes with his fork and taking a mouthful.
"I like it just fine." Caspian replied, eating a few of the fries he had left on his plate. "Everyone's been very nice and welcoming."
"Glad to hear it." Arnold replied, taking another bite of his pancakes with a huge amount of syrup. "How's the house? Do you like it?" he added.
Blaze Jones, the triad area Alpha, owned a very large and successful home rental company. Once Caspian had written for permission to move to the area as an FFW, and been granted it, he was given a small rental home within the community. A little blue bungalow with two bedrooms, one bath that was very nicely modernized with its appliances, fixtures and furnishings. It was in a quiet neighborhood, with a nice little flower garden in the back. When he was shown the property he thought there was no way he could possibly afford the rent, but they had set him up to pay a fraction of what the house was really worth. He wasn't sure if this was just to be nice or to try and sway his choice to leave. Either way, he didn't care; it was the nicest place he's lived in years.
"The house is wonderful, the best place I've lived in a long time." Caspian replied, finishing off the final steak fry from his platter. "Thinking of painting some, is that allowed?"
Arnold took a final bite of his pancakes and said it would be alright, just nothing crazy.
"So no pink?" Caspian playfully asked making Arnold's eyes nearly pop out of his head.
"Yeah, no." Arnold replied with a bit of laughter. "I would assume you would go with yellow, its really your color you know." he added.
Caspian couldn't help the blushing that crept into his cheeks, feeling thankful Arnold looked down at his phone for a moment, texting.
Caspian took the moment to really consider the guy; he was tall, dark and handsome. Exactly the type that he would normally pursue but decided he would contain himself this time as he had never gone after a pack enforcer before and figured if he did, it would entangle him with the pack even more. He had to remain neutral.
"You know," Arnold said looking up, to which Caspian's mind did a silent 'here we go' reply, "Everyone in the pack would really like to meet you and just chat, nothing serious you know. We haven't had a floater in these parts in years and most of us are just curious about you. You're an enigma." Arnold took a few sips from his coffee mug, gauging Caspian's reaction. He pushed his plate over to the side of the table to signal our waitress to pick it up when she came back by.
Caspian knew this day would eventually come when he would be asked to officially visit with the pack and talk with them about maybe settling here permanently. It was the same everywhere he had ever lived. There wasn't a pack on earth that wasn't looking to expand its numbers and a free floating wolf appealed greatly, as they had no packs and no Alphas with claims to come looking for them if they defected to another group. He was more surprised it took a month before another from the pack approached him about it. Caspian had his reasons for always staying on the move and never divulging very much about himself.
Caspian picked up his soda and took a final swig and set down his glass, narrowing his eyes on Arnold.
"I don't think that would be a good idea." he replied shortly.