The house was dim. Lit by only candles as the storm surged outside. It was fitting, it matched the war raging in Skylark's body. He could feel his legs tremble, threatening to give out, as he made his way down the long and eerie hallway towards his childhood room. He could feel the ghost of Wolfgang's hand gripping the back of his neck like a wolf would scruff their pup with their teeth. A pool of heat was swirling in the pit of his stomach, making his skin burn and itch. He carelessly stripped as he entered his room. No one else was home; they were probably visiting a nearby church. They would bring offerings and their teachings. Reach out to other clans to strengthen their bonds. Coyotes, no matter how vast their differences, had to come together or else they wouldn't survive. 

The moon hung low in the sky, blasting its light to shine upon Skyark's room as if to mock him. Lunar, the wolf diety was unforgiving and domineering. Its brilliance reminded him of Wolfgang. All encompassing. Overbearing and unrelenting. A whimper escaped his lips as he dropped to the floor, clinging to the edge of his mattress, the grip on his neck tightening. He needed it to release, he needed some sort of release, he needed to release. He dug his nails into the mattress as he desperately grinded against it, needing the friction, sweat dripping off his skin as it mixed with the wound on his neck—transculent red dripping down his neck. His shameful act on full display of Luna with the shadow of his church in the distance. "I own you." Skylark could hear Wolfgang's voice as though he were growling directly into his ear. His muscles stiffened as he cried and soiled his clothes. His head collapsed against the torn fabric as he stared out at the moon with teary eyes. The weight of the day forced his eyes to shut as he drifted off into a deep sleep. 

"Skylark." A voice whispered.

Skyark shifted.

"Sky." The dreamy and surreal voice whispered again.

His eyes shot open. His window was cracked open. A breeze blew by, which seemed to whisper his name as though the sing-song was carried down from Luna herself. His heart raced in his chest. "Come." She beckoned and he immediately climbed out of his window. Following the path he used to take as child. It was narrow and winding, off into the forrest, following a glistening creek to the familiar waterfall. "Sky." She whispered, ushering him gently as the air thickened. Black coffee and gunpowder mixed with scotch—the feeling of sitting too close to a campfire under the starlit sky in the winter. Goosebumps spread across his skin as he stared at Wolfgang, hunched over on a rock near the water. His head immediately snapped towards Skylark with a growl. He was a sweaty mess. His chest was heaving with his heavy breaths. Every muscle in his body was tense as he growled, "What are you doing here?" This was their secret hideaway that no one else knew about, its where they met. 

"I don't know." Skylark needed to turn away but he couldn't. "Someone... called me." He muttered with confusion. Wolfgang's pheromones were worse than the storm that had seemed to suddeny disappear. 

His eyes wandered over Skylark's body, his eyes vibrating with a neon red, he scoffed. "You're a mess."

Skylark averted his eyes, thats when he saw the pill bottles on the floor and some spilled pills.

"You're in your rut." He gaspsed and as he looked back up, Wolfgang was standing in front of him.

Alphas experienced ruts the same way that Omegas experienced heats, that primal need to mate and claim a mate. To breed. But for Alphas instead of submitting like Omegas did, they needed to dominate. And to an alpha who was already domineering to begin with, it could be ten times as intense. That sense of danger returned. It was heightened but for some reason Skylark wasn't fully scared. He almost felt... thrilled.

Wolfgang grabbed Skylark's throat causing him to wince.

"I-it's me, Skylark, I-I'm not a wolf!" He struggled. Alphas could lose their minds during their ruts and fully give in to their primal state. Most didn't even remember what happened during their rut.

Wolfgang leaned forward and licked along the wound he had inflicted earlier. Under the moonlight it looked as though his saliva began to speed up the healing process. The more Skylark struggle the more heavily he found himself breathing and the deeper breaths he took the more of Wolfgang's pheromones he absorbed. His body began to tingle and his head became fuzzy. His will to fight lessened and lessened. The urge to melt into Wolfgang's hands and become putty he could mold grew stronger. That sensation of being scruffed returned as he suddenly found himself clinging to the wolf.

Wolfgang backed Skylark up against a nearby tree as he began to ravage his body with his lips. No matter how much Skylark submitted there was still that instinct to fight and it turned Wolfgang on even more. Clothes were torn, discarded, a whirlwind of pheromones consumed them both. As Wolfgang entered Skylark for the first time he forced the coyote to maintain eye contact with him. It was too much for the coyote to handle as tears fell from his eyes. He was a sobbing, moaning, and grunting mess. The swirling pool of heat in his stomach spreading across ever inch of his body. It was painful but oddly, Wolfgang waited for him to adjust, even through his savagery there was still a gentle presence there. He held Skylark like he was a prescious gem and yet was still rough. Then again, diamonds don't scratch easily.

"I-I'm not an omega." Skylark pleaded his body trembling.

"But look how well you take me." Wolfgang whispered to his ear.

Skylark began to shake his head when Wolfgang began to move and that's when the onslaught started. He let his mind drift into the comforts of the rut as he let go of control and devoured every inch of Skylark. Repeatedly until their bodies could not physically take it anymore and the moon turned into the sun. Until Skylark passed out from exhaustion and Wolfgang was close to following him but he was able to collect himself enough to remain conscious. He had never been more satisfied in his life. A sense of calm washed over him as he brought himself and the little coyote into the water, under the waterfall, to clean up. Wolfgang knew in that moment he was well and truly ruined for the rest of his life. He would never be satisfied with anything else ever again.