~Mason~
Fuck me…
We were standing outside the pack; the smell of weed, mushrooms and psychedelic herbs was in the air. I’m pretty sure there were more drugs in this air than actual oxygen.
Graham stood next to me with his shirt raised over his nose and his brows pushing down as we stared at the land that somehow still stood. They lived in cabins they had built with rocks, sticks, and other bullshit material that would go down like a card house if someone blew on them.
The thought alone of stepping over their border gave me an STD. Knowing fairly well what we’d encounter there made me sick.
I’m gonna kill Kade when I get home. He was off with some psychic in the woods where the strongest werewolves lived, and I was here about to see a psycho and his pack of misfits.
“You ready?” Graham asked.
I groaned.
“Let’s just fucking go.”
We stepped over the border. Had this been any other pack, we would’ve had warriors on our asses within the first five seconds, but that was not how they did things. We walked on the barren land until we reached the hill leading us down to where they lived.
“Be prepared for anything, and whatever you do, do not eat or drink anything that they offer,” I told Graham.
He was new to this, but I’d gotten used to it after Kade and I came here with our father when we were kids. I sincerely had a few fond memories. I took my first pipe here and also saw my first naked girl when I was thirteen. They had a different way of living and didn’t believe in rules, wars, or clothes.
“What the…” Graham narrowed his eyes as we walked down the hill.
A group of women were dancing around an open fire butt naked. Their tits bounced up and down, their legs spread in revealing positions, and their golden skin looked soft as they rolled on the dirty ground.
I reached down to reposition my dick when it throbbed in my pants.
“Dude, cut it out,” Graham said, slammed his elbow into my side, and looked away.
“You’re the one with a mate here, dude, not me,” I said and followed the girl with my eyes as far as I could without breaking my neck.
A laugh broke out when I saw his intense red cheeks and stiff back.
I could swear that he had my sister’s face in mind and that she’d rip him a new one if she knew what he was looking at. However, he wasn’t looking. He was a good man, and my sister knew that. However, he was here with me, and I was no good man.
“You better not ditch me to go fuck some random chick here,” he said.
I clicked my tongue and looked at the girl sunbathing topless in the middle of their sad little town.
One of them opened her eyes. She pushed her sunglasses down and smirked as her eyes locked with mine. She reached down and grabbed the sun lotion. She sprayed it on her chest and ran her hands up and down her tits. Her fingers circled around the nipples and then down and further down until they slipped under her bikini bottoms. She started rubbing her inner thigh. She bit on her bottom lip and followed me with her gaze. Holy fuck.
“Hey!” Graham shouted and slapped me on the back of my head. “Keep it in your pants, or I swear to god I will kick your ass.”
“Relax, we’re almost at Riley’s house anyway,” I said and smirked, but I had half a mind to go back there and fuck that girl against the sun chair.
Half the pack was outside of Riley’s place, smoking. There was a fire in the middle, and they laughed and sang some random ass songs that didn’t even have real words. Their eyes were bloodshot red, and some couldn’t even keep them open; others were having sex on the ground, and a girl was riding a guy and taking another guy in her mouth.
People of all ages sat around getting high and having orgies.
“The sooner we get out of here, the better,” Graham said and looked at everyone with disgust.
As we passed them, one man reached up his hand and offered us a pipe. I recognized the smell as the stuff I had smoked when I was here before. That shit was awesome. It took you to another dimension, and it felt like you were floating in space. I topped in my tracks and looked at the pipe he offered. The aroma seeped up my nose with the smoke, and I saw how the guy was transcending into another place.
“Don’t even think about it,” Graham said and slapped the guy’s hand away. “Keep that shit to yourself,” he said coldly, but it didn’t affect these people.
They were too relaxed, happy, and unaware to care. We could come here with three warriors and take over the pack in fifteen minutes without them knowing what happened.
“Relax, I’m not gonna get high,” I said and looked at the guy sucking on the pipe.
The smoke came out in thick clouds. My fingers tensed into my palms as we walked away.
“Remember what happened last time you did this shit?” Graham asked with a smug smirk and an even smugger look in his eyes.
I winced from the memory, and a low growl rumbled out. Kade was fifteen, and I was thirteen. We were here with our father on business. While he and Alpha Riley did their thing, we were told to have a look around. Our father warned us not to take anything or walk into anyone’s place, but we forgot that as soon as he said it. We hung out with some older guys who offered us a pipe with the same shit he had offered me just now. There were women there who removed their clothes, and the guys told us to have as much fun as we wanted to. Kade and I both got high as fuck and started walking around the pack pretending to be zombies who could fly. We never did anything with the women, though. Our father wasn’t the one to discipline us, so he called our mother. She was here within the hour, stormed the house where we’d gotten high, and kicked the shit out of everyone there, including the women who tried to seduce us. Our mother then took us by the ears, pulled us to the car without a single word, and drove us back to the pack. She told us that if we ever did anything like that again, she wouldn’t just bang them up. She’d kill them all in a heartbeat and bang us up instead.
I couldn’t help but also smile fondly at the memory. Even though it was something I never wanted to live through again, she never failed to show us the lengths she’d go to protect us.
We opened the door to the house, and it creaked. The second we stepped in, we started blinking rapidly as the smoke hurt our eyes, and we couldn’t see.
“Did someone come in?” I heard that raspy voice and knew it was Riley.
“Open a window, you old nut!” I said through the coughs.
Someone opened a window and turned on the fan, and the smoke slowly disappeared.
“Is that who I think is?” he said and walked toward us. Once the smoke dispersed and he saw us, he started laughing. His skinny arms wrapped around me, and he pulled me in for a hug.
I wouldn’t wish the smell of this man upon my worst enemy.
“Mason— You son of a bitch. How are ya?” he asked as he pulled back.
“I’m good, but I think you have something of mine.”
The air shifted. He stiffened and nodded.
“Yeah, that, well, come on inside. I haven’t seen you in years!” He slammed his hand on my shoulder and led me in.
Graham walked behind me. He looked around at the people who sat on the couches; they were all high, but they were Riley’s most trusted confidants and knew just as much as he did.
He led us into the adjoining room, where two worn-out couches stood around a crocked glass table. The powder was spread out, and a girl snorted it as we stepped in.
“Leave,” Riley said.
The girl wrapped the cardigan around herself and walked out on unsteady feet.
“Sit. We’ll talk,” he said.
I took a seat, but Graham stood like a stone wall next to me. His hands clasped before his body, and his eyes fixated on Alpha Riley.
