Rick

Rick didn't know why he felt so protective of Sam. Sam should have been like just another trainee, another teenager he was helping through the transformation but there was something about him that made Rick want to hide him from all the troubles in the world. The feeling wasn't right, a werewolf should never be dependent on anyone. The world is a scary place and Sam needed to learn his place, needed to learn to fight back.

The thing with Sam was that he wasn't like other eighteen year olds. He was neither selfish nor superficial. He intrigued Rick's curiosity in ways no one ever had.

Rick sat up hearing some movement in the woods. He was sitting by the lake, the same lake he had met the snow wolf last week. He was hoping to meet him again. The bite on his palm had left a mark, a bite mark it shouldn't have left, tattooed on his palm like a mark of ownership.

Rick looked around but didn't see any traces of the wolf. He was about to leave when he noticed it, a stark white fur shining under the moonlight standing feet away. The wolf was regarding him with curiosity and fear. Rick sat back, without making any move, he couldn't freak him.

The wolf circled around him, feet meters away , his eyes trained on Rick. Rick wasn't scared of the wolf, yet his heart hammered with nervousness. Rick wanted him to come closer.

"Come here," Rick used his Alpha voice.

The wolf paused, regarding with him curiosity and defiance. Rick unwrapped the bandage he still had on his palm, to hide the bite mark. He didn't want people asking questions about the mark.

"Why did you mark me?" Rick asked, showing him the bite. The wolf walked closer, with measured steps, sniffing the air, sniffing him.

When he came close enough Rick placed his palm on his neck and rubbed him. The wolf was stiff at first but he soon melted under his palm, leaning towards his touch like a love hungry puppy.

"You are a naughty little thing, aren't you?" Rick whispered in his ear, hugging him closer. Rick's own wolf was going nuts inside, wanting to come out to take full control of the situation. He didn't know what his wolf wanted with the snow wolf, the desperation scared him. He had never acted this way before.

"Who are you behind that wolf?" Rick asked scratching it's snow fur. The wolf froze at the question.

"What's wrong?"

The wolf stepped away, walking back with his back to the forest.

"Where are you going?" Rick didn't want him to leave. He didn't know what was about that wolf but he wanted more time with it.

"Wait," Rick tried to stop him but he was already bolting through the woods away from him.

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Rick stared at Sam who was struggling with the 110 pound weight that he had given him. Rick couldn't concentrate on his other trainees with Sam dying on the weight press bench. Rick had to harden himself up. Sam needed this training, there was no way he would survive the scary world without being strong enough to fight those who try to hurt him.

Sam has come early in the morning and left Rick's clothes, washed and ironed in a clean fold in his office. A small portion of him was disappointed which he didn't understand why. It was a good thing that Sam bought clothes for himself. He was wearing boy shorts and a pink t-shirt, a pink one of all colors. Rick liked it on him though, it complimented his personality.

Sam sweating, his brand new gym t-shirt was getting wet sticking to his slender body. Rick's gaze automatically tailed lower his stomach to the slight bulge behind his shorts. Rick couldn't or the life of him help himself from the dirty images in his mind. Before Rick knew it, he was painfully hard in his pants.

"All hail to the coach," someone shouted in his ear bringing him back to the present.

"Sorry, what?" Rick cleaned his head and looked at the girl standing before him.

"I asked when are we getting trained to change into wolves on our will?"

"Soon." Rick answered. It was one of the last parts of the training. They had to be strong enough to go through the part. Their mental and physical strength should be enough to handle their wolves.

The girl walked back to her position hopping along the way.

"Can I take a break?" Sam asked, panting heavily.

"Ten more," Rick barked but his voice came out hoarser than he intended.

"I can't. I am going to pass out," Sam whined. Rick sore under his breath. The boy's puppy eyes weren't supposed to make him hot and bothered.

He walked towards Sam standing close to his knees where he was sitting on the weight bench. He leaned down trying his best not to stare at those pink lips and of all the ways he could use them, destroy them, make them pinker. Those sinful lips had the power to make him come if he stared at them for too long.

With his face only millimeters away from Sam's he whispered. "Ten more."

Sam's breathing picked up, his pupil dilated. There was a look of shock behind those eyes and something else. When He handed Sam the weights again he took it with an oomph.

"Here, drink this." He offered Sam water when he was finally done.

Sam gulped it down frantically, water poured down his already wet t-shirt. When Sam was done he looked up at him licking his wet lips. The beast inside him surged with desire at the innocent gesture. He wanted to use those lips for a specific purpose which had nothing to do with water.

"Good boy," Rick exclaimed in a low voice meaning to praise him for the effort he put in working out. But the words flowed in his mouth with innuendo that Rick didn't want Sam to understand.

An innocent smile spread across the boy's lips. So pure. So innocent. Rick couldn't taint him, not the way he tainted. Sam deserved so much more than what Rick could give him. And that's why he would keep his distance.