Out There

Chapter 1: Beast's Wishing

"Get up,Thomas! You're stronger than that, do you want to be an Alpha? Right now you're fighting like an Omega."

My morning pep talk. Training always sucked in the morning. My father pushed me hard, not caring if my muscles and bones were still tired.

He had knocked me down. I stood up and did the best I could at stretching before another fist came at me. I ducked and hit him in the ribs. He didn't even grunt.

Before I knew it, I was on the ground again. And again, I got up.

"Shift," Dad says. He lunges at me while shifting. I wait half a breath and then lunge at him into my shift.

Dad's was a gray wolf, with blue eyes. The tips if his ears and tail were black. He also had bright blue eyes.

My wolf was light brown, like my mom's. My paws turned into a darker, chocolate brown. I also had blue eyes, like my dad. He was bigger than me, but not by much.

We met halfway. I got ahold of his shoulder in my teeth. He rolls, knocking me to the ground...again. I could see him going for my neck. I clawed at his face and kicked at his legs, trying to push him away so I could get up.

I stepped back and let my wolf have more control over our fight. He successfully pushes my father away.

"Good job on getting out of that," my father's voice says in my head. I nod to show I heard him. My teeth were still bared as we circle each other.

I see an opportunity and lunge at him. I get his front leg in my mouth and I grind my teeth.

Of course, as my father, I don't want to kill him or anything. But we also push each other hard. We both have alpha blood, and alpha males don't take it easy on each other.

As I hear the bones in his leg about to break, he tears my ear and claws my back. When I let go I step back as we continue to circle.

He circles with me. I can see the devious grin in his eyes a second before he attacks. He hits me in the gut with his head, sending me flying. Before I could get back up, his teeth were on my neck.

I sighed in frustration before baring my neck to him in defeat. He lets me go and I stand up. He gives me a supportive head butt as we start towards the house.

The smell of bacon and eggs and pancakes dance across our noses. My mouth immediately starts watering.

My father scratches at the door for my mom to let us in. She opens the door with a smile and steps back as we walk in. My father licks her hand as he passes to go to his room to shift and get dressed.

My mom looks at me and smiles slightly before saying, "he looks cocky as hell, so I'm going to guess he beat you today?"

I huffed and nodded. She laughs slightly and ruffles the fur on my head. "Don't worry, you did good today. I saw from the window. Go take a shower and get dressed. Well see what your injuries are when you come out."

I nodded again and padded to my room. I shifted and got into my private bathroom shower. Watching the dirt and blood tinted water wash down the drain was oddly satisfying.

I washed off my body and my hair before getting out. I dried off and examined myself in the mirror to see where the worst of the cuts and bruises were. I had a pretty good gash on my bicep, and another on my calf. Plus, I had my torn ear and scratched back.

I got dressed in a T-shirt and shorts before walking out to the kitchen. My mom was cleaning the wound on my dad's arm where I almost broke it. My wolf grinned, satisfied with the fact my dad didn't come off scot-free.