(Never) Meant to Be

People like to describe him in many ways. Junior wolves lovingly call him Aurelius - the "golden" one, the youngest of fourteen alphas of the West Coast. The higher ranks call him Cassius - the "empty" one, the arrogant youngling with an average physique and well-above-average self-esteem.



No matter what they call him – they all talk about him. Some say his name with respect and admiration, some – with disdain and deeply hidden fear. Some say his fur shines like dark silk reflecting the moonlight, some – that his eyes glow red in the darkness of the night.



Whichever side people choose, Lucas does not seem to mind - there are more important matters on his hands such as the Red Moon mating ritual that is about to happen tonight.