Bring it on, Nasty!!

Leaping through the air Running through the woods This is the freedom he knew. Ambrose " Eat My dust " With a burst of speed I dart away from my older brother . Arthur lets out a low growl accepting the challenge and fastens his speed , Running to catch up with me " If you beg I might let you win" I tell him. The best thing about being in wolf form is not only having the heightened sense of seeing, hearing and smell but also we can project our thoughts into each other's minds. Words, Emotions, Everything. It can be projected to an individual or the entire pack of wolves. It's like talking with the mind. By the colorful word Arth had thought in my direction, I know my smugness wasn't lost on him. Satisfied. I race along the creek. It's pretty risky here but it takes more than a jagged rock and rough ground with flowing river underneath it to scare me . My paws fall on the stones with full force as I race ahead. Near the beginning of the creek, Arth who was still trying to catch up with me from one of the boulders launches himself into the air like a freaking missile and falls on top of me.We both topple down into the grass in a tangle of claws and jaws. " You cheated," I say snapping my jaws at him " It was supposed to be a race on land . You tried to freaking fly . Wolves don't sprout wings, you dumb ass " he nibs at my shoulder playfully, " Says the wolf who...." " Stop it ! both of you ! " A gravelly strong voice interrupts us " With the Beta ceremony soon approaching I expected both of you to be serious for once . But you both seem to be dead set on behaving like silly mongrels " It would have been different if those words had been projected just towards the both us but they were projected in front of the entire pack. Great we just got Dissed. Arth hangs his huge brown head in shame while I roll my eyes when the huge black wolf who is clearly disappointed with us walks away with the rest of the pack silently following him That huge intimidating wolf was the sunshine of the pack a.k.a Alastor Wilde a.k.a The Alpha of the pack a.k.a Our father. Though I respect him immensely. But for as long as I could remember being super serious and strict has always been his style. "Stop looking like a kicked puppy, " I say nudging Arth and urging him to race me again but it doesn't surprise me when the ever obeying Arth refuses. I continue running alone and make it to the fringe of the forest when the delicious smell of cooking steak makes my mouth water. Told you about heightened senses ,Didn't I ? I race ahead into my home and switch into my human form. As expected Mom is by the stove frying up a mean steak. Now, If you think I have walked into the kitchen naked. You are dead wrong. When I switch forms I have control over the things I want to appear with me when I emerge into a different form. It has to do something about molecular physics I think, If you want details you can ask Arth because I was nodding off during the lecture. In the beginning, when the transformations were new to me appearing with clothes plus changing of the body was very difficult but now it is as easy as breathing. " Hi ,Mrs.Wilde " "Good morning , Mrs. Wilde" The house starts filling in as wolves hungry from the forest patrol start arriving inside. Mom grins and greets everyone. " Rosy ! I'm making your favorite type of streak today " She says hugging me excitedly. That's my mom. She is always cheerful and has this ever -present happy energy around her that makes being depressed or angry in her company almost impossible, she is fun to have around and I'm not saying this because she is my mom , but because everyone in the pack adores her and are a fan of her kick ass culinary skills. Whenever she gets excited about something she tends to break into hugs and embraces. " Thanks, mom , anything you cook is my favorit,e " I say hugging her back affectionately " Oh Rosy ! " She pats my back and gently extricates herself from my embrace. Well , One more thing.......When she gets excited besides breaking into hugs she tends to call me Rosy. I hear sniggers and giggles from my friends behind my back but the grins slip away from their faces immediately when I turn around and glare at them. Now , Let me set things straight.....My name is not Rosy . I'm Ambrose Wilde. And though I'm sure I must have been an adorable tot with chubby cheeks and fat grubby arms . the nickname haunts me even today. Mom calls me that even now despite my age. Imagine calling Rosy to a 6 feet 4 inches muscular hunk . If this ever leaks out in public I might have to go on mass murders . Despite my several million attempts ( Trust me, I did try ) Mom never stops calling me that . And by now I have given up on her and though my friends don't dare call me that to my face they don't let me live it down either. Just one of the many benefits of having friends who grew up along with you since your diaper days . Sometimes I wonder how my ever serious father managed to get a woman like her in his life . I have never seen two people more opposite to each other but I have also never seen two people who are more in love. Even after so many years of marriage and three kids later ,I still catch them sharing warm gazes with each other. I help mom feed 25 hungry .....Ever hungry pack of werewolves which includes my friends Brandon , Tess , Shiki ,Reema ,Raze , Zavi . Arth ,his wife Nikki and the rest of the senior citizens ( That's what I secretly call dad's friends ) " It's super delicious Mrs.Wilde " Everyone who is eating shower Mom with compliments. " And not bad Ambrose " I hear Reema scream from the table as I flip a piece of steak in the frying pan. "You think it's safe to leave him in the kitchen " Tess drops her voice in a pretended whisper with laughter in her voice knowing perfectly well I can hear her. "Of course, " Mom says with pride " My son knows what he is doing " Which is true, Though cooking steak on fry pan can be pretty tricky, I love cooking . And if someone out there thinks there is something wrong with a fully grown dude to like cooking ,I would say they are top class jerks. Between chewing mouthful of the fried streak myself, I add a dash of lime to the sizzling steak in the frying pan. Mom walks in the kitchen with empty plates and places them on the cooking station " There is demand for more, " She says smiling at me. Feeding werewolves is no easy task, we are a very hungry lot . " They really liked it " Mom says "There is no way they couldn't have " I say with a smug smirk as I slip fried steaks into the waiting plates with a spatula . Mom walks in again a while later but this with empty and greasy plates. " No more orders . Everybody is full " She says delighted at the aspect of feeding everyone and begins putting away the plates in the dishwasher after tying up her hair up into a ponytail. With her blond hair no more covering ,once again it becomes visible to my eyes ,the scar that runs from the side of her ear to the entire length of her neck . Though it had faded as much as it could with time I always feel a fresh and sharp stab of guilt every time I see it. She is the innocent person who paid for my mistake.