In Between: Bad Wolves MC

The fresh smell of flowers blooming in the afternoon sun reminds me that spring is here. Spring being here means that in a few days the MC will take on new prospects. Our MC is different, it’s run by werewolves. The Motorcycle club is what allows us to blend into the human world. They don’t really mess with us because they fear us. We own the mountain. Most of our pack lives on the mountain or nearby. The alpha is also the president of the MC. The MC and the pack go hand in hand.

The MC is our defense and protection just like an army. All the males aim to make it into the MC. Werewolves value the females in the pack and some are just as strong if not stronger than some of the males. So, a few females like myself will enlist to become prospects. We must serve two years as a prospect before we can become official members.

The one thing about the prospect selection is that anyone who wishes to join must have a full patched member sponsor them. I intend to ask Cal. Cal is my best friend and he’s also the VP of our Mc. His father, Scott, is the president. Scott is also my godfather and the one who looked out for me when my father died.

My father was the former Alpha and President, but when he died a few years ago there was no one left to take over. Scott was the VP and the next natural choice. With him as president Cal stepped into VP. Cal's four years older than me. He’s looked out for me growing up. After my dad died I didn’t really have a place to sleep. I used to sleep in my father’s room, but with him gone the room went to Scott. Cal took over his father’s old room and had a couch put in his room for me to sleep on. In the club house the upstairs has five rooms. One for each officer. The first floor is the bar area, the kitchen, and church which is where the club does meetings. The basement is just an extended hang out area of the bar.

I walk into the garage to find Cal bending over an open hooded car. The MC has legit business. One is a mechanic shop, a local bar, and a car wash. We try to keep clean and not get into too much illegal activity, although it does happen from time to time. We’ve been known to deal in guns and drugs in the past.

Cal is on the taller side. He is very toned and slightly muscular. Tattoos cover his arms, torso, back and legs. His medium brown hair is cut in a short mohawk. He looks up at me with his deep brown eyes. He grins at me. I bought him lunch. We eat lunch together a lot. There are other’s working in the garage so I need to get Cal away from them so I can ask him about sponsoring me.

“I’m almost done.” He says wiping a bit of sweet off. It's a particularly warm spring day, but it’s to be expected living in the south. Even if we are in the mountains the heat still finds its way to us.

“That’s okay. I’ll set us up outside. It’s a beautiful day.” I comment.

He nods his head as I walk our stuff outside. There is a picnic bench under a shaded tree. I set our food down. I made turkey and swiss sandwiches and homemade potato chips. I also bought a long sweet tea.

I help Doris in the kitchen and around the club house. She’s a fully patched member of the MC and she is an officer. She’s the treasurer and is responsible for the club's money. She used to be quite the fighter in her prime days. She’s older now, reaching her early sixties. She spends her day taking care of and cleaning up after the brothers. None of them dare cross her. If she tells them to do something, they do it without question.

After my daddy died I didn't have to hide as much. Daddy tended to keep me hidden away due to the abuse towards me and my mother before she left. I can't blame her for getting out when she could. I just wish she had taken me with her. Not like she could. Daddy would never allow her. No matter how much he hated me for having a dormant wolf, he wouldn't give me up.

Unfortunately, I have a dormant wolf. I can’t shift and my senses are just above a humans. Even my healing abilities are less effective. I’m going to have to work even harder as a prospect. Not many have dormant wolves. Some even think it’s a curse while others think it’s more to control the werewolf genes from getting too powerful. A natural way to keep the population in check. A necessary cure if you will.

That’s what mother tried to drill in my head. She insisted I was special. She bragged about me as if I was some savior. Mother was an odd duck. She was a hippie chick. Everything was about positive energies and auras. She was one with mother nature. She always took most of the abuse. Made sure he hit her and not me as much as she could. He blamed her for my condition.

Father was clear he thought I was trash. In his eyes I am worse than an Omega. I’m his greatest disappointment. How could I pretend he thought anything good about me? To the world we were a happy family. Father made sure we stayed away from people. Even if anyone suspected the abuse they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. He was the alpha. No one goes against the Alpha. You only go after the Alpha if you have a death wish.

“Thanks for lunch, Skye.” Cal says sitting down. His presence breaks my thoughts on my past.

I smile. “You’re welcome. Spring is here.” I comment

“I know. We have the prospect selection in a few days. I can’t decide if I’m looking forward to it or not.”

I look away from him. “About that. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like this?” He says picking up a chip and popping it in his mouth.

“Hear me out. I want to become a prospect and I want you to sponsor me. I want to join for my father. I want to make him proud.” I lied. I can’t tell Cal the truth. I’ve always hid the abuse from him and Uncle Scott. Even after my father died and my mother had left, I still couldn’t bring myself to tell them. I think I fear how they will look at me. They are my only real family I have left. Even if I’m not related to them by blood they are still my family.

I want to join the MC to prove to myself that I’m more than what my father thought of me. I know it’s pathetic that even in his death I’m still trying to gain his approval. Yeah that sick bastard did a number on me. It’s not just him though. I want to prove my worth to the pack and maybe earn the respect I’m owed as the daughter of an Alpha.

“Skye, I don’t think you know what it means to be a female prospect in a primarily male dominated MC. You’re eighteen, the brothers can use you as they want. I don’t think you’ve thought this out.” There is one downside to this. Females might be respected, but that doesn't stop the brothers from using us how they want. I’m going to have to give up my virginity. There’s only one person I want to give it to and he’s sitting across from me. That’s right, I have a crush on my best friend. I’m more than sure Cal doesn’t look at me like that. I’m probably the annoying little sister he got stuck with, but I still hold out hope that he feels for me the way I feel for him.

“I have. Please, Cal,” I beg. “Besides, they aren’t going to touch a former alphas daughter.” I say with not much confidence.

He laughs. “Darlin, your father is dead. Whatever protection he offered while he was alive is over now. Not to mention your wolf is dormant.” I try not to cringe at his words.

If only he offered protection from himself. Only he was allowed to hurt me. I hate that Cal brought up my dormant wolf. It’s always been held over my head like chains that I can’t break away from. I need to break the chains. I need them to see me as worthy. If I can't have my father's approval then I want the packs, or at least Cal’s and Uncle Scotts.

“I know my wolf is dormant, but that doesn’t mean anything. I can still take on assignments. I’m not totally useless,” Frustration laces my voice. I knew it might be hard to convince him to sponsor me, but I didn’t think it would be this hard. I sigh. “Cal, remember when you turned eighteen and all you could talk about was becoming a prospect to honor your father?” He nods his head and I can tell he’s not happy I’m playing this card, but it’s the only way. “You’re the only one who will sponsor me.” It’s true, not even Uncle Scott would do it.

“Yeah, because I’m the only one insane enough to go along with this,” He sighs. “Fine, I’ll sponsor you, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Thank you.” I smile at him.

“I hope you know what you are getting yourself into. Once you do this, there is no going back. You either die, or become a patched member.” He warns.

“I know, Cal. I appreciate your concern, but I have to do this. I know you don’t understand and I don’t expect you to. Thank you for having my back with this.”

“You’re lucky I’m crazy enough to agree. I just hope you are prepared for what’s next.” He eyes me with a you are insane look.

I know I’m insane, but I don’t care. Everyone is going to think I’m nuts for doing this. Everyone thinks I’m weak. I have a rebel in me begging to get out. I need to do this. I have to prove I’m worth it. I know I’m asking a lot of Cal, but I also know he doesn’t do anything that he doesn’t want to. I knew he’d sponsor me. He agreed because he knows I need him in my corner. He might not know about the abuse, but with a dormant wolf, I’ve needed Cal in my corner for more than one occasion. He’s always looked out for me and he’s always protected me. I have a feeling he’ll protect me as a prospect as well.

Prospect life isn’t going to be easy. They get the shit jobs. The jobs no one wants. They do things to clean the club house and garage. They wash all the patched members' bikes. It’s the grunt work, or bitch work as the patched members call it. We also get sent on dangerous jobs. Our lives aren’t as important as fully patched members.

The female prospects get used for their bodies. No one is forced to do anything they don't want to, but if you are planning on being a female prospect you should plan on doing sexual favours. It’s shitty, but it’s the way things are done. Most females don't join the MC for this reason. They are afraid of ruining themselves for their mate. Now, some just don’t care. For example there’s Ruby and Scarlette who will also be joining me as prospects. They are joining because they don't care. They enjoy sex. They aren’t even virgins. However, they still have a better chance at finding a mate than I do.

No one wants a dormant wolf as a mate. It doesn’t matter if I lose my virginity. I’m not saving myself because I know I don’t have a mate. Alright, I could have a mate, but I doubt it. I always wanted Cal to be my mate. I know we are friends, but I fell for him. I know he looks at me as a friend. I’m sure the only reason he even became my friend is because our father’s were best friends. I like to think it turned into a true friendship and yet I want more. I should just be happy he’s my friend. I shouldn't be greedy, but a girl can dream.

After we eat lunch we go our separate ways. I’ll see Cal later for dinner and then we will probably hang out before we go to sleep. I basically live in his room. I sleep on the couch most nights. Once in a while I fall asleep in his bed if we are watching TV or playing video games.

I remember the night he got the couch. My dad had recently passed. It had only been a few months. After being displaced from his room I found random places to sleep. Usually on the couches in the clubhouse chill area. The problem was I couldn't sleep there till the MC was done using it. Uncle Scott was trying to get me a room with someone in the pack, but wasn’t having luck. I knew he didn’t want to say it, but I knew no one wanted me because of my dormant wolf. I was sixteen and could easily see the truth behind his eyes.

The warm summer night was alive with cicadas singing, fireflies sparked above me, as the light breeze moved the tree. I was laying on the picnic table. I was waiting for a couch to sleep on. I didn’t even care if I fell asleep on the picnic table. I didn’t care. I was just happy to be free of my father. I was tremendously relieved when he died. Of course I hid it and still do. Even now I pretend to be devastated at his death. Cal had come and found me. He stood near the picnic table.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks, looking over at me from the side.

“Waiting for a couch to sleep on. Why are you out here?” I asked, sitting up and then spinning so my legs bent over the table.

“Looking for you.” He simply stated.

“Why?” I asked hoping he would kiss me.

“I finished setting up my room and wanted to show it to you. Plus, there’s a surprise for you.”

“Well, I’ve got nothing going on so lead the way.” I said as I stood up.

We got to his room. There’s a simple double bed, a dresser with a TV on it, a night stand on the one side of the bed, and a couch that is fully made up with pillows and blankets for someone to sleep there. I look at Cal. Did he get this couch just for me?

“Cal, your room is nice.”I commented, not wanting to assume he did it for me.

“Thank you, but it’s kinda our room now. The couch is yours to sleep on. No more fighting the brothers for a couch in the hang out area.”

“I thought Uncle Scott was going to find me a family to live with?”

“He was, but we agreed this is better.”

“Thank you Cal,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him to hug him. I inhaled his scent. Pine and motor oil. . After our hug I hesitated. “Wait, aren’t you giving up the ability to bring girls back to your bed?” I asked, hating the question. Cal is twenty, I know he’s had sex. Male wolves have a high libido. The females do too, but not like the males. Theirs starts earlier too.

“I don’t have sex with girls in my personal bed. It’s a rule I have to prevent them from getting attached. Besides, we both know you will be hanging out here playing video games with me anyway. Plus, there’s a private bathroom for you to use. You can move your stuff in here.”

“Thank you, Cal. This means a lot to me.”

“I’ll always look out for you , Skye.” He smiled at me.

That was the moment I knew Cal was it for me. It was him or no one. He knows me and he knows just about everything there is to know about me, minus the abuse part. Cal might be a friend, but I’ve had a serious crush on him for a while now. I’ve done my best to hide it. I don't know how he feels about me, but the chances are I’m just his friend.

Making my way to the kitchen where Doris has work for me. I start peeling the potatoes that she orders me to peel. I let my mind wonder as I think about being patched as a prospect. It won't be easy especially since I know there are two other females willing to prospect this time around. Then there's the matter of my dormant wolf. I’ll be the only one with a dormant wolf. I have a lot against me, but I’ll do this. I have to do this.