CHAMELEON WOLF
Delta Wolf 1
Stormy Glenn and Joyee Flynn
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CHAMELEON WOLF
Copyright © 2010 by Stormy Glenn and Joyee Flynn
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DEDICATION
Joyee Flynn:
To Stormy: Thanks for being a wonderful woman who was willing to take on a crazy girl like me. For showing me the ropes, keeping me calm, giving me encouragement, and mostly for making it fun!
To DT: For reminding me who I was and where I came from doesn’t define what I can do. Thanks for always giving me the love and support of a true sister!
Stormy Glenn
To Joyee: This has been an absolute blast. Your creativity is astounding and I am glad we were able to work together so well. Hope for many more books in the future. I not only gained a work partner but a friend.
To JS: Thanks for being our sounding board. I can always count on you to keep me grounded.
CHAMELEON WOLF
Delta Wolf 1
STORMY GLENN AND JOYEE FLYNN
Copyright © 2010
Chapter 1
“I know you’re out there, Chameleon. I can smell you!” the prey yelled, panting from the exhaustion of being hunted and changing back to human form.
Of course you can smell me, you dipshit, that’s the whole point of being a Delta. At least come up with some new insults. Be original, would ya? Zac thought to himself as he circled closer to his prey, completely unseen in his camouflaged wolf form.
“Why me? Why hunt me? I’ve not gone feral,” the man ended in a whisper, as if actually considering he had.
No, you didn’t go feral, but you still left a line of victims in your wake.
“Is this about the sex?” the man shouted. “They wanted it. They came to me, not the other way around. I’m no rapist!”
Just because they came to you for sex, doesn’t mean they wanted to bleed from every orifice. They didn’t want to be beaten, broken, and abused, either. They begged for mercy, but you didn’t give it, did you? You sick son of a bitch!
Now only several yards away, Zac was grateful there wasn’t any snow. That made hunting, even though invisible to any human/werewolf eye, very difficult.
“Who made you judge, jury, and executioner?”
The council was Zac’s last thought as he leapt onto his prey and tore out his throat. He stayed in wolf form, making several other life-threatening wounds before backing away from the now dead werewolf.
He waited until he was sure his prey was really gone before turning back into his natural form. He ran to get his clothes and gear before dressing quickly and getting back to the dead body.
Zac stacked several logs together before reaching for his lighter. He started a small blaze then added accelerant to the body to make quick work of destroying the remains. Luckily the chase had taken them to a deserted construction site where the evidence of death and a burning corpse could be easily hidden.
Once the remains were burned beyond recognition and there was no chance of any DNA left to gather, Zac put out the fire. He sighed to himself. He grew weary at times of his life and the deaths he caused.
It had to happen. He knew that. There wasn’t a jail cell that could contain a werewolf, and this was their form of justice. But sometimes, like now after a grueling hunt, he wished he hadn’t been born a Delta. He wondered what it would be like to be a normal werewolf.
His parents and pack had told him over and over: “Deltas are such a rarity. To be born as one is a great gift. With any gifts, or power, the responsibility is great and should always be remembered.”
Okay, he had to admit, it was cool that he had extra forms to change into, the Chameleon form being the best. That wasn’t what the form was really called. It was the slang name, meant to be an insult. The real name, which no one could really pronounce since Greek wasn’t taught to packs anymore, is αÏŒρατοσ.
The literal translation for αÏŒρατοσ was “inconspicuous, not visible.” But “Chameleon” worked for Zac, too. That’s what he was, after all, except for his eyes and teeth, but those were easy enough to hide. Just don’t go hunting all wide-eyed and open-mouthed!
There were some surroundings Deltas couldn’t blend in with. They had to be colors that could be found in nature. Not to say that some flowers didn’t have vibrant colors to them, but within reason, he could adapt. In other words, he wouldn’t be changing into anything bright pink anytime soon. Zac could live with that.
At least he could control when he was normal-colored and invisible, unlike his scent. A Delta’s scent was a natural aphrodisiac. It worked on humans like a great-smelling pheromone.
Wolves, on the other hand, had a heightened sense of smell. Putting a Delta around them was like throwing an open bag of blood into a shark tank. They reacted with their basic instincts, the need for wild, hot, passionate sex.
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nbsp; Werewolves went nuts when they smelled a Delta. It didn’t matter if it was a woman or a straight or gay man, they wanted him. It had less of an effect on mated wolves and, thankfully, no effect on cubs.
Not that he would ever touch anyone under eighteen, or anyone with breasts, for that matter. Alphas, Betas, other Deltas, and his mates were all immune to the scent, as well. It would be hard to do his job for the pack if he couldn’t even talk with the Alpha or Beta of the pack because they were so busy trying to get him naked.
Every Delta had two mates out there for them. Given their increased adrenaline and unique Delta scent, they needed two mates to ground them, to keep them from losing their minds.
Until he found his mates, though, that left Zac with little choice of werewolf sex partners, which is why he tended to sleep mainly with humans. That in itself could be difficult at times. He couldn’t get too attached because they might figure out he wasn’t human. That left Zac with one-night stands and unmated pack members of the inner circle.
The scent itself was explained by the elders as necessary for Deltas to do their job in the pack for two reasons. One, it made it impossible to get close to members of the pack because his scent drove them into a sexual frenzy. If one day Zac needed to hunt down a member of the pack and he was friends with them, his feelings for his friends could cloud his judgment. Logically it made sense to not become attached to any member of the pack. But the reality was a very lonely life for Deltas, living on the outskirts of the pack.
Two, Zac’s inability to get close to anyone helped in the hunt of any rogue pack members. The Delta scent drove werewolves sexually crazy. They couldn’t think about running away or attacking him if they were wildly horny.
Zac finished up the hiding of all evidence then grabbed his gear and headed back to his truck. This job wasn’t for his pack. It was for the wolf council. Given most packs didn’t have a Delta, it wasn’t uncommon to be loaned out.
Normally jobs kept him in the Midwest, where he lived, not the West Coast, like this one. Figuring by the time he made his way back to his truck, he’d be completely wiped, Zac decided to check into a motel, grab food, and just crash.
It had been a long hunt and would be a long drive back to central Illinois, where he lived. He finally reached his truck and jumped. He needed to find the next town with a motel. He wanted a shower more than he wanted his next breath. He felt grimy, dirty, and downright disgusting.
Matt sat at a table drinking a beer with his Beta, Sam, and Alpha, Donatello. Most of the males and some females of the pack were here having a few drinks and laughs after their football game. It was a nice tradition, once a month forming some kind of game for the pack to join in. He and Sam had been on the winning team, while his Alpha was one of the losers.
“Oh, Alpha, I’m ready for another beer,” Sam said, gloating. Losers bought the drinks for the night, as was tradition.
“Matt, you ready, too?” Alpha Donatello grumbled.
“Sure, Alpha, if you’re buying, I’m drinking,” Matt answered with a smirk. Donatello stood up. He cursed all the way to the bar.
“I love it when he loses,” Sam whispered.
“Yeah, but don’t push him too far. Remember last time he made you pay later.”
“I know, but sometimes he needs to be reminded that he is just Donatello. He doesn’t always have to be Alpha, ya know?”
“I guess,” Matt replied with a sigh, hoping things didn’t get out of hand. A little fun chiding the losers was one thing. Nasty words and causing problems was another. They watched the college football game in silence until Donatello came back with the drinks.
“Enjoy, you bastards,” Donatello said with a smirk as he handed them their beers.
“We have the same parents, Donatello. I can’t be a bastard,” Sam replied with a sweet smile.
“Don’t remind me,” Donatello muttered into his beer.
At sudden cheering, Matt looked over towards the pool tables where some of the girls were bumping fists and guys were grumbling.
Sam turned to see the excitement and chuckled. “Guess the girls beat them at pool again.”
“And yet, they never give up and still have a chip on their shoulders every time they challenge them.” Matt shook his head and smiled. It was nice just to hang out, enjoy the company, and have bonding time with the pack.
Zac dressed quickly after his shower. He always loved the shower after the hunt. It felt like washing away some of things he needed to do in his duty as a Delta. Once he threw jeans onto his tall, muscular frame, he bent over and toweled off his long, black hair. He kept it just about shoulder length, long enough to tie back should he need it. He wasn’t hungry, since he picked up a burger on the road, but it was too early to hit the sack.
Zac threw on a shirt and sneakers then grabbed his wallet, keys, and cell phone. He wanted to go check out the local watering hole with the hope of getting laid tonight. One had to be careful in smaller towns, though. Some people didn’t like gay men in their area.
Jogging across the street, he got a better look at the place. It really was a dive bar. Opening the door and taking a couple steps in, he locked on the most beautiful green eyes he’d ever seen.
Damn! The man was breathtaking. Zac realized he’d actually stopped walking and froze the instant their eyes met. Shaking himself back to the present, he headed towards the bar.
Weird, never been lost in a guy like that before, Zac thought. Oh fuck! There are wolves here.
Just as their scent hit him, his must have hit theirs because the bar was silent except for the TV’s blaring sports. Backing up as quickly as he could, but making no sharp movements, Zac headed for the door. As soon as he started to hear frenzied sounds of lust, he turned and ran.
Holy hell, that man is gorgeous! Matt thought to himself as his gaze landed on his living wet dream. He’s gotta be at least six-four or six-five! He felt himself holding his breath, his beer frozen in place half way to his mouth.
The god of a man seemed to have the same reaction, freezing his steps to stare at Matt. As the man continued into the bar, Matt got a good look at his broad shoulders, muscled back, slim hips, gorgeous ass, and legs that looked more like tree trunks than legs.
Matt’s head jerked up when he heard several growls coming from pack members. His Alpha and Beta looked around, confused as he was, then noticed the man backing away from the bar.
“Fuck, we have a Delta here,” Donatello said, standing up so fast his stool fell back. “Sam, keep everyone in the bar for a bit, and then make sure they go directly home. I’m going after the Delta.”
Donatello moved so fast he was out the door seconds after the gorgeous man. Matt followed Sam to the door to block it from other pack members who would want to go after them.
“Everyone calm down,” Sam yelled as they barely beat a few of the pack to the door before they could get out. They slammed into Matt and Sam hard. Trying to push them back without hurting anyone was proving to be a difficult task. “Come on, guys. Keep your heads!”
“Back up,” Matt yelled.
“I want him. Move out of my way,” one of the front men yelled, taking a swing at Sam.
“He’s a Delta. Control yourselves,” Sam hollered as he ducked the punch.
“A Delta, here?” a woman questioned.
“He has to be. Why else would all of you want him and be losing it?” Matt tried reasoning with them. “Just calm down, take a few minutes, and everyone’s to head home. Alpha’s orders.” He held his breath, waiting to see what happened next. When people started to back off, he heard Sam exhale as he did.
“Thank fuck, that could have gotten really bad,” Sam whispered under his breath.
“No kidding,” Matt hissed back. After taking a few more minutes to make sure everyone was calm, they started herding people out to their vehicles.
“I got a text from Donatello with the guy’s room number. I’ve got to head over there,” Sam told him. “You’re coming with, Matt.
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“Me? Why?” Matt just about squeaked out.
“Because you weren’t affected,” Sam replied with a knowing grin.
What he knew, though, Matt wasn’t sure.
Just as he got back to the motel and almost to his room, Zac heard someone shout, “Wait, I’m the Alpha!” That got Zac’s attention. He slowed down and turned around, eyeing the man cautiously. While the Alpha wouldn’t be affected by Zac’s scent, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a complete asshole.
“You’re the Alpha?”
“Yes. I’m going to slowly approach you so you can see I’m not out of my mind with lust, okay?”
“Yeah, okay. Come on, though. I want to get in my room,” Zac replied. The man seemed fine. When he was a couple of feet away, Zac nodded and led the Alpha towards his room. He let the man inside and locked the door. A quick jerk on the curtains cast the room almost into shadows. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware of a pack in the area. I would have made my presence known to you.”
“I figured as much. I’m Donatello Rain, Alpha of the local pack,” the man said, extending his hand.
“Zac Sheehan, Delta from the Kankakee Pack. I was out this way to handle something for the council. I stopped here tonight before heading home tomorrow.”
“Nice to meet you, Zac,” Donatello said, letting go of his hand. “My Beta is keeping the others at bay until they calm down and head home, so you should be good for the night.”
“So…we’re okay then?” Zac asked, knowing that some packs hated Deltas, killing any that were born or they came into contact with. Other packs would capture them for their gifts and the power they brought.
“We’re good. You have nothing to fear from us, Zac. I promise as Alpha. Let me text my Beta so he can head over here when he’s done and give the all clear.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it. There’s no way I could have gotten away from all of them. I can handle several lusting wolves but no way a whole bar full.” Zac chuckled nervously.
“Boy, would you have been sore! And I would have some dead in the frenzy, I’m sure.”
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