Dinosaurs & Wolves?

• Chapter 1 •

First chapter???? Yeah the boys.
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Your back strains as you lean further over your laptop at your kitchen table. Sighing tiredly you place your left elbow on the table and use your hand to support your chin, chewing on your fingernails. Dean, your longest friend, looks over the lore book he's studying from across the table, rolling his eyes as he observes the way you glare at your computer screen. "Just respond to the fucking job already," he scolds. Your eyes snap up to his like a deer-caught-in-headlights.

"Huh?" You say stupidly. Dean glares, slamming his book shut on the wooden table.

"The job, dumbass. Say yes," he presses, folding his arms on the table as he gives you those encouraging green eyes. You sigh, biting your lower lip as you look back down at the email. A new amusement park had recently opened a year ago called Jurassic World. Your old friend, Claire Deering, worked there and sent you an email for a job opening. They were training four young Velociraptor's for the public and needed a second trainer to speed up the job. They requested you first.

"I can't," you conclude, shutting the laptop which earns a dirty glare from Dean. "I can't leave Kansas!" You protest, throwing your arms up in empathise. "I have a job here. A life I've built for myself!" Dean gives you his classic bitch face as you glare at him, clearly not impressed by your argument.

"You need this," he reasons. You scoff, pouting as you fall back in your chair with your arms folded across your chest like a child. "You fit all the qualifications and then some." Your eyes flicker to his, knowing exactly what he's talking about. "You need stability. You can't just be a professor in Animal Behaviour and work a few hours in a counselling centre for former soldiers and and call that a life. It isn't who you are." You knew he was right, he always was. And that's what pissed you off.

"They don't want an old dog like me," you whisper, a hint of pain hidden behind your words. Dean frowns for a moment before smirking.

"You have this in the bag, Commander L/N," he states proudly. You can't help but smile at the name you had earned yourself so long ago. "You basically have them eating out of your paw. Claire knows you, she knows what happened in the field and she still wants you." You glance at him through your lashes, licking your lips as you admire the awe in his eyes pointed at you. "If she thought you weren't up for this she wouldn't have asked. You have the job, Y/N. You just have to say yes."

Dean was right. As much as you hated to admit it, he was. You weren't as top dog as you used to be back in the day. Shifting was more painful then ever after you were diagnosed with arthritics. Your sense of smell isn't as good as it used to be after being caught up in gas traps while you were in the Army. Your hearing was damaged too due to bombing. You were damaged and broken, but Claire still saw the best in you. She and Dean were your oldest friends and were always knew what was best for you.

Of course when you told them you were joining the Army they hated the idea. But you managed to get their approval when you told them what was the use of being a wolf shifter if you couldn't use your powers for good? They still didn't like the idea but allowed it. They were just glad you came home in one piece. You sigh. Maybe this would be good for you? "I'll call her," you mumble. Dean grins.

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You stare up at the medals and dog tags hang on the wooden board on your wall. Trailing your fingers over the fabric of the medals you feel a single tear trickle down your cheek. You were packed and ready for your new home for the next few years. You knew the job would take a long time and that was okay with you, you just knew you were going to miss Dean so bad. He was your closest pack member, you knew the transition was going to be hard.