bakerstreet | rυnnιng wιтн wolveѕ • тнe wolғ pacĸ/werewolғ aυ мeмe

• leader oғ тнe pacĸ
тнιѕ ιѕ yoυr pacĸ. нow do yoυ rυn тнιngѕ?
• нυnтιng
goттa ғeed тнe pacĸ
• cнallenge
a cнallenge нaѕ вeen тнrown down вy anoтнer wolғ or yoυrѕelғ. do yoυ accepт or rυn? are yoυ deғendιng yoυr нonor or are yoυ aғтer тнe тop ѕpoт ιn тнe pacĸ?
• нυnтed
yoυ're noт тнe вιggeѕт тнιng on тнe ғood cнaιn нere. wнaт'ѕ aғтer yoυ? rιval pacĸѕ, нυмanѕ, or ѕoмeтнιng ѕυpernaтυral lιĸe yoυ?
• lone wolғ
no pacĸ. no ғaмιly. jυѕт drιғтιng. wιll тнaт ever cнange? do yoυ wanт ιт тo?
• ιnтrυder
eιтнer anoтнer wolғ нaѕ coмe ιnтo yoυr тerrιтory or a нυмan нaѕ ѕтυмвled υpon pacĸ тerrιтory. wнaт do?
• new вlood
yoυ've вeen newly тυrned or jυѕт ғoυnd yoυr pacĸ. нow are yoυ ѕeттlιng ιn? ιѕ ιт eaѕy or dιғғιcυlт?
• large/ѕмall pacĸ
wнaт ѕιze ιѕ yoυr pacĸ? do yoυ coмe ғroм a large ғaмιly wιтн a loт oғ нerιтage or ιѕ ιт jυѕт a нandғυl oғ yoυ ĸeepιng ιт ѕιмple?

poѕт wιтн yoυr cнaracтer and ғandoм ιn тнe ѕυвjecт lιne.
oтнerѕ roll or jυѕт pιcĸ a proмpт ғor тнe ѕcenarιo
тag aroυnd and вe eхcellenт тo eacн oтнer!

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How could RJ say no to that, especially given how much he liked when Merrick called him his pack. "Alright. I'll get the rogue out and back to the clearing. But if you are not back by the full moon, I'm coming after you." He was sure he could restrain the rogue at least for long enough for him to come looking.

"Agreed." He nodded. "If I'm that delayed, come and find me. But now, we need to wait until they leave. Which will be a while."

"The walk into town will take up some of that time. What would you like to do for the rest?" RJ asked, needing to have something to do so as not to worry.

"We'll practice your scenting," he suggested. "It's harder closer to town, but you'll probably be able to pick up something."

"Shall we go then? I could use the distraction." He really did. Otherwise he'd over think what they were doing and start to doubt their plan.

He nodded. "Let's go. I'll teach you the difference between diesel and gasoline smells at a distance."

He flopped his arm around RJ's shoulders and started to guide him back toward town.

"Oh that sounds like fun." RJ said with a chuckle as he bit the corner of his lip to stop himself from leaning into the arm around his shoulders. Merrick was so warm and strong, it was hard to resist. But he had to so he could focus on the task at hand.

Finally, they made it to the outskirts of town and towards the motel. Dark was starting to settle and they took up a position where they could see the truck an hopefully the door of the room the hunters were in.

"Well," RJ said softly, "Looks like we haven't missed them yet."

He was quiet for a few moments as he looked around and inhaled and thought-- and he nodded. "They've not went out and come back. That means they'll have to go out soon. These hotel rooms don't have kitchenettes." Or at least they certainly didn't advertise them.

The position they'd taken was carefully downwind from the hotel, keeping their scent minimal, though it blew all the scents of the hotel to them. Not all of them were pleasant, but Merrick was used to it enough that he could start to screen them out. "...Well, I can definitely smell there's a rogue."

"I don't think the rooms are big enough." RJ said by way of agreement.

He sighed and settled in to wait, getting into a meditative position so he could try to pick out the smell of the rogue. Concentrating on everything Merrick had taught him earlier, he thought he could pick out the smell of the rogue...vaguely. It was almost like smelling Merrick but wilder. Younger. It made a shiver go down his spine. "I think I smell him too."

"You're getting better at this," Merrick smiled, but the smile faded as they waited. It was nearly an hour before the hunters left - just the two who had previously had pizza there at the roadhouse. Merrick now hated that they'd served them, but it had kept them under cover.

"Okay," he said after ten minutes had passed; enough time for them to be sure they had everything they needed and not have to come back for anything. "Let's go."

"I had a good teacher." RJ said with a returning smile, not opening his eyes until he heard the engine of the truck. Then he got up and joined Merrick to watch them leave and for their possible return.

Taking a deep breath, RJ nodded and followed behind Merrick towards the motel room. He waited to the side as Merrick took care of the door, biting his lip with anticipation on what they might find inside.

He didn't like picking locks, but he could do it - and he did now, so there would be no trace of their entry if they could get out in time. He still intended to take care of the hunters, but he wanted to get the drop on them.

When he swung the door open, he was instantly at the ready, not sure what to expect from a rogue. Unfortunately, the heavy collar and chains, he did expect, and just the sight had him clenching his jaw.

The old motels were built with radiators for heat. All the better to chain an adolescent werewolf. The young man was wearing a ragged pair of jeans and a shirt that may have once been black, but was no faded gray. His hair was ragged and unwashed, hanging over his eyes. A large frame was hunched over itself, as if protecting itself from whoever had opened the door.

The chains that fed through the cuffs on his wrists and ankle attached to the collar, where another was attached between it and the solid metal radiator. A growl came from the chained figure, the chains clanking as he pulled himself into a tighter ball.

Once Merrick got the door opened, RJ peered into the room and gasp when his gaze fell on the mistreated young man. He had to be close to RJ's own age and it made him sick to his stomach to think that this very well could have been him if he hadn't found Merrick.

He moved into the room and squatted down on the floor, just out of range of the chains. "Hey...We're here to get you out. It's okay."

Merrick, on the other hand, stepped within range and crouched - then knelt. "Hello, young wolf," he said quietly, calm and unafraid, practically willing calm to surround him. "What's your name?"

As they entered the room, the young wolf's senses were suddenly drowning in wolf. He turned towards them and snarled, fighting the chains to get at them to subdue them, just as he'd been trained. If he didn't...the consequence were not worth considering as he wouldn't fail. Not again.

He lunged for the first wolf out of instinct but he could tell the second was the bigger threat just from his smell and stature so he immediately shifted his attention. The beta would fall in line once the alpha was down. They always did. He'd learned the hard way.

His struggles got more desperate as he realized the chains wouldn't let him get to his goal and the thought of punishment made him panic.

The shock of the young wolf going from cowering to snarling startled RJ so badly that he fell back on his butt and scrambled backwards away from him. His eyes went wide as he got a look at the wild desperation in the eyes staring back at him. What did the hunter's do to reduce a human to this?

It broke his heart and scared him at the same time.

Merrick reached out, giving RJ's arm a gentle touch, a light stroke. He wasn't going to let anything happen. But then his hand went out to the rogue, slow and visible, showing him what was going to happen before it happened - and he touched Dillon's arm. Not quite like he had RJ's. No, this touch was more firm, less conciliatory. "You'll be fine," he murmured. "You'll be free. But I need to know your name, young wolf."

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