“Oh, shit!” Isak hissed and flipped around, much to Jonas’ delight. “Did he see me?”
Jonas peeked over Isak’s shoulder at the man Isak had just been ogling at. The tall blonde guy with piercing eyes and absolutely yummy looking lips, in his ripped jeans and white T-shirt. The image of him had been etched in Isak’s brain.
“Well, at least he saw me.”
“Oh god. Fuck. What do I do? What is he doing? Stop looking at him, jesus!”
“Getting a drink from the bar. Wait. Two drinks.”
Isak squeezed his glass as tight as he could without having to worry about it breaking.
“Please tell me he’s with someone.”
Jonas peeked again. Then he shook his head.
“Nope. Just him. And he’s coming this way.”
“Oh shit. Shit. Fuck! Why is he doing that!”
“He’s totally checking out your ass dude.”
Isak blushed. And he had to fight himself so he didn’t do anything weird with his ass, like touch it or something. Jonas was grinning.
“Seems to like what he’s seeing.”
“Stop! You’re supposed to be my best friend!”
Jonas took Isak’s glass from his hand.
“You can thank me later”, he said, with a smirk, turned around and left. Left!
“Hi”, someone said behind Isak’s back. Fuck! It was the hot guy! And he sounded mega hyper hot, and he smelled -- holy fuck.
Shit. He was still there. Or, like, Isak still hadn’t turned around. He didn’t really feel his legs. Except some mild stinging that might or might not be the first symptom of a heart attack.
Before Isak could get his body in control again the man got tired of waiting and walked around him. Isak was sure he was going to go and find someone who was, like, alive, but then the man turned around and was suddenly facing him. He was even hotter up close. Isak could also smell him better. His heart was beating so fast right now.
The man leaned in a bit closer, tilting his head, his brow raised. Isak blushed. He was looking the man straight in his blue eyes, he had to say something.
“Can I offer you a drink?” The stranger raised the bottles he was holding. He had bought two drinks before even asking if Isak wanted one. Bold. And cocky. Isak reached out and took the drink. It tasted like wet and alcohol. Isak’s sense of taste was mostly gone, thanks to this man and his scent.
“You don’t talk much.”
Isak shook his head and took another sip. He didn’t want to make a fool out of himself, so he spoke as little as possible. It was the safest choice.
“Here.” The man handed his phone over to Isak. Isak took it because he was so surprised and confused. “Give me your number. We can text instead.”
Isak’s hands were sweaty and shaking so bad he was afraid he would drop the phone. He wanted to run away before something would happen. There was only one way he could think of to escape, and before he had thought things through properly he had given this man his number and handed the phone back.
“Isak”, the man said. “I’m Even. Nice to meet you.”
Isak moved his head in a way that could be seen as a nod. His shoulder in a way that might be dancing. Shit.
“Do you dance?”
Isak shook his head. He did not. Especially not tonight.
“There you are!” Jonas barged in almost under the guy’s arm and grabbed Isak’s bottle. “Daddy wants some too.”
Isak stared at his friend. He was slurring a bit, and hung on to Isak in order to stand up. Had someone slipped him something? Isak wrapped his arm around Jonas and looked at Even apologetically.
“You’d better get your friend home. I’ll text you later.”
Isak dragged Jonas with him outside. There Jonas experienced a miracle healing. He stood up and grinned.
“Sorry, man. You started to seem overwhelmed in there.”
“Dick! I was worried about you!”
“I was on a schedule here!”
Isak sighed. Jonas was right. He had been overwhelmed.
Jonas started walking down the street with Isak.
“Don’t mention it. I saw you with his phone, did he get your number?”
“Holy fucking shit he did”, Isak sighed. “I mean. I just wanted to run away and my excuse of a brain decided that cooperation was the fastest way out.”
“Don’t worry. It happens.” Jonas pushed his hands in his pockets and glanced at Isak from the corner of his eye. Isak sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“This time for a reason.”
Isak checked the surroundings. Nobody was nearby, so he stopped walking. Jonas stopped, too.
“What is it?” Jonas looked worried. He probably hadn’t seen Isak this agitated in a while. Isak was a bit afraid that Jonas was worrying for a reason.
“He’s a fucking wolf.” Isak sighed. He rubbed his temples. Even was a wolf, and that wasn’t even the worst bit. “And an alpha.”
“Oh, fuck.” Jonas wasn’t happy to hear the news. Of course he wasn’t, he was a good friend. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m fucking sure! I could smell him! Fuck, I almost still can! He’s an alpha and --” Isak had to pause, to calm down, to keep himself from crying just because he was so upset. “I’m sure he can smell me. What I smell like.”
“Fucking hell. I’m so sorry man.” Jonas stepped closer and hugged Isak. Isak wanted to push him away because he was going to cry if Jonas kept hugging him, but he didn’t want to upset Jonas because one of them needed to be not upset right now. Luckily Jonas stepped back quickly.
“What are you going to do now?”
Isak laughed. Because this was so fucking laughable. So stupid, and insane, and wrong, and unfair, and all other things he should have been used to by now.
“Nothing? He’ll find some cute little thing in that club and forget about me.”
“Yeah”, Jonas sighed, “probably. Even I thought he was hot, and I’m not into guys.”
“Exactly.” Isak wiped his eyes and was happy to notice he didn’t really need to. He had some self control left. “Just my luck. Every fucking month the same fucking thing.”
“I’m sorry I dragged you out this close to full moon.”
“It’s okay. I didn’t have to come.”
They both jumped when Isak’s phone beeped. Isak took it from his pocket but didn’t unlock the screen.
“Do you think it’s him?”
“I’m sure it’s him. He’s a fucking alpha. This is what alphas do. At least real ones.”
Jonas looked at him sternly.
“Isak. Stop that.”
“You are every bit as real as that cocky bastard.”
“You know what I mean.”
Jonas shook his head and grabbed Isak’s wrists.
“No. I don’t. And it doesn’t matter what you mean, you’re an alpha.”
Isak bit his lip and turned his face up to the moon. It was almost full. Three more nights. This Even guy had impeccable timing.
“Thanks. It’s just. Hard. This time of month.”
Isak really, really wished it wasn’t. Like all wolves, he loved the full moon with all his heart. But.
“You want to crash at my place until it’s over?”
Isak smiled a bit. Oh, sweet Jonas. He really was a great friend.
“I’m really feeling like a run, actually. I’ll be alright. I know a route where I can be alone. Can’t wait to really run it out.” He could already feel the ground under his paws. And smell the fresh air of the woodland track, see the scenery in the pale light of the full moon. It would be so good.
“I wish I could join you. It sounds really fun.”
“Trust me, Jonas, you don’t want to be outside when the moon is full. It’s. Intense.”
“What if you run into him then?”
“Not much when we’re in form. I can’t resist my --” Isak didn’t want to call it his nature. “Biology. I can’t turn it off and when I’m in form I can’t really help it. The blockers only work when I’m human anyway.”
“But what about in the morning?”
“Oh, I’ve outrun him by then. I’m a fast fucker.”
“Oh yeah?” Jonas grinned. “Prove it.”
Jonas shoved Isak lightly on the chest and sprinted away. Isak stood still and counted to ten before running after him. The faster he ran the better he was feeling. His senses got keener. His mind felt clearer. He was focusing on his prey, on Jonas’ back, and when he got close enough he pounced. Jonas caught him and kept running, carrying him on his back, and for the first time tonight Isak laughed completely freely.