sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
It had confused Sam when he had come to the Summers Pack and discovered there was no Omega. It was a natural position in the pack, one wolf beneath all the others who bore the brunt of their aggression and need to display their dominance and prowess, and he had served that purpose in Montana. When he had come here to Scarlet Oak and found the position not simply vacant but non-existent it had thrown him off balance, it had bewildered not only the human side of him but the animal, a creature that was so accused to baring its throw and showing its belly, showing deference and submission to all those around it. Not having that position here unbalanced him and made him uncertain in his actions and words, he didn't know how to act or what to say because the place he had filled for so much of his life wasn't open to him here and more and more he was being told or shown that it never would and he shouldn't try to fill it anymore, that that wasn't right and the way he had been treated and expected to behave in the Evans Pack was all wrong and unnatural. Sam didn't even know which way was up half the time anymore.
Farren's tone had him flinching a little, swallowing against a sudden dryness in his throat because he recognised that bite even though it lacked the aggression and scorn he usually associated it with. His gaze was on her feet before she stepped forward and that was where it stayed. There was a dominance to Farren that no one could deny, certainly not Sam who had spent his entire life judging the hierarchy of those around him and reading the small signals that helped him to discern where each wolf in the pack belonged in relation to the others. No other female in the pack that he had interacted with had the kind of dominance that Farren did and that put her towards the top of the hierarchy in his regard. She had a high rank, naturally, and that was very likely how it was always going to be.
Yours. That word had Sam lifting his head, seeing what she had taken from the counter and the words she was associating with them. Farren had shaped them into a directive, a command, and the wolf inside of Sam was hard-wired to obey and so it was without argument and after only a few moments' worth of apprehension that he nodded, albeit a little shakily. "Okay," he said, not really understanding but knowing that he shouldn't question her decision.