Annoyed.

A seven letter word that held so much meaning. With so many opportunities to use it and have it accurately represent your situation, like the one I was in now. Enduring a twelve hour car ride back to packlands after three months away demolishing renegade camps with other pack Omicrons. These past few months fed my violent tendencies well but this bus ride was ruining my post kill mood. It wasn’t the constant stream of words spilling from their mouths that was bothering me this time. It was all the words not being said and the tension filling the bus that annoyed me.

They had seen the full extent of what I could and would do when my Alpha wasn’t there to call me off. Watched as I clawed out the guts of one enemy while ripping out the throat of another with my fangs in human form. They were scared of the strength and abilities I possessed as a Feral Born. And that was exactly the reaction my Alpha had sent me to receive.

Normally I was kept close to the pack because as their Omicron, I was the first line of defense. Meaning that anything perceived as a threat to the pack inside or out, was handled by me. So to be outsourced was a rare occurrence but it was past time for the other packs to meet the Silver Fangs Omicron.

And what better way to do that then by sending me out with others of my position so they could run back to their packs with what they had witnessed. My Alphas way of showing the rest of the Shifter world that the Silver Fangs were well protected. And with the way these shifters flapped their mouths, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was already circling the pack gossip pools.

The tension in the bus increased as I moved around in my seat trying to get comfortable. I know the men and women in this bus had never met a Feral Born before this ...excursion but this was ridiculous. It wasn’t like I was some uncontrollable monster, I was just born with my human and wolf mind combined. My wolf wasn’t a separate entity like theirs to call upon when needed or with slightly heightened senses in human form. Me and my wolf were truly one being, I had more abilities than a regular shifter and that made me dangerous in their eyes. A very human-like mentality they had, to fear what they didn’t understand.

I also thought differently than they did and had the combined strength of a wolf and a human in either form. Could shift certain parts of my body at will and had all my wolf senses in human form. It was why I could hear the differences in heart beats, detect lies, and sniff out sickness, fertility cycles and pregnancies. I winced slightly at the thought, being Feral Born had it’s advantages but there was nothing more uncomfortable than smelling when a female was in peak pregnancy conditions.

The male to my right, Brian I think his name was, finally closed his mouth to jerk back when he noticed I moved a little due to my wince. Even after three months in close quarters with me, they were all still so jumpy.

“Relax. Your anxiety is making me hostile.” I said, wiggling my shifted nails in his face to show him that I wasn’t joking.

Paling slightly, he leaned further back into his friends side and faced the front of the bus. Instead of staring until he started to sweat because it would amuse me, I turned away. Looking out the window to watch the snowy wonderland of Alaska whizz by. After being down in Arizona for so long it made me realize how much I missed running through the snow-covered mountains. The heat had been shit on my already short temper so I was irritated basically the entire time I had been there. Besides when we were killing, of course. But it didn’t help matters that the rest of the Omicron were a chatty bunch.

While generally, we, the Omicron, were a silent murdery type it looked like this group didn’t fit into that stereotype. I had almost killed at least half of the ten that were in my squadron but as that would’ve reflected badly on the pack I controlled myself. And took out all my aggression on the renegade campsites, especially the last one. Who at the time thought it would be a good idea to try and takeover the Night Star pack by raping and pillaging.

When we arrived, a day had already passed and thankfully they were still somewhat on the pillaging stage. Since they were newbies doing initiation into the renegades, we were easily able to defeat them. And another squadron of Omicron stayed behind to make sure they had protection during their vulnerable time.

The bus slowly came to a stop at the bottom of a long sloping driveway with a gate that had the initials BW on it. The driver, an old woman from the Elders pack, turned in her seat to face us calling out, “BlackWater pack Omicrons, this is your stop.”

Two women and two men from the front row stood up saying their goodbyes with bright smiles. Huffing I watched them leave, having four Omicron was over kill but after seeing how inexperienced they were...maybe not. Their whole pack was a bunch of rich holier than thou assholes who lost touch with anything remotely wolf. Living in that big mansion having everything handed to them, shopping instead of hunting.

Our pack did our own fair share of shopping but hardly ever for food unless we were running low on the treats the pups loved. Those little fuckers would riot if they didn’t get their nuggets and mac an cheese, not to mention the hissy fits the teens threw if they couldn’t go shopping in town.

Actually, it was probably just me who thought that buying things besides clothing was a waste of time and money. I don’t remember any of my other pack mates complaining about going into town except for me. But then again they weren’t the ones who drove those hormonal gremlins into town to get their thongs and condoms. They should see what their brats get up to when they aren’t around ...on second thought, they should be spared that hideous knowledge.

As the Blackwater Omicrons walked up their driveway, the bus driver called out the next stops. “Onto TreeTop and then lastly Silver Fangs.”

Finally. Just one more stop before I could retreat into my cabin for the next couple of days. After three long months of constantly being around people? I was long overdue for some alone time and a good hunt. Maybe for some deer? No, Rabbit. Mmmm rabbit sounded nice in a stew with some potatoes and carrots. I could practically smell it already.

The male, Brian, must have gotten unnerved by my hungry look combined with being one of the last three people on the bus. Because he nudged his friend and motioned to the front of the bus before they both got up to take new seats closer to the front.

Was he serious? I was a animal sure, we all were, but I wasn’t a fucking cannibal. I might’ve swallowed a piece of throat here and there but so what? Whatever, at least now I could lay down and sleep for the last six hours to the packhouse. Our pack was farther up north with the closest neighbors being Blackwaters which was six hours away and then Treetop at three hours away. But in wolf form Blackwaters was only two hours away and Treetop just a little over forty minutes away, in case we were ever in need of help.

However since I joined the Silver Fangs pack seven years ago, they haven’t needed to call for help. Which was why my alpha sent me on this trip, to show them that we only had one Omicron and still stayed fully protected.

Wolves of my status usually worked in pairs or in rare occurrences fours to keep the bulk of the pack protected. We weren’t supposed to be the packs army, obviously. That was what the pack warriors were for, but we did prevent threats. And we were often the first ones out, even before the alphas, onto the battlefields.

It also didn’t hurt that on average, a single Omicron could successfully take on five wolves at once. But since I was an Omicron and a Feral Born it meant I could take on up to eight wolves and win. I’d definitely be banged up by the end but instead of dying like the others would, I’d only need a week to recover.

Yawning, I stretched my arms up over my head before twisting to lie down on the padded seats. Tucking an arm underneath my head and pulling my feet up onto the seat. I closed my eyes, getting ready to sleep for a couple of hours. Unworried about being attacked because I would hear them before they could reach me, I slipped off into a light sleep.