The Claiming by Cooper

Mason

When we arrive at the claiming territory, it’s a madhouse. The line to get in was ridiculous, made longer as we had to wait while a car in front of us was surrounded by an escort and taken away.

“Which one do you think that was?” Elijah asks beside me.

“The Alpha or the Beta, if I had to guess.”

We finally make our way through, getting the explanation that if we were to go into the sectioned off area for the females without prior approval, we will be shot on sight. The penalty, if you survived the silver bullet, is disqualification from this and all future claimings.

“They mean business. The security has never been like this before.”

“We’ve never had a claiming like this before, at least not in recent years.”

As we turn toward the main house, we can see the driveway to the females temporary housing. We’ve been given a map and the clearly identified ‘off-limits’ areas. I’m guessing that they are not only marked on the map, but also around their building as well.

When we get to the main house, we wait to get our parking spot, then we wait in line to check in. Housing is limited and rather than housing the females in the same building as some of the males, they have them in their own building and are doubling us up. Thankfully, Elijah and I are in the same room.

When we’re finally checked in, we grab out bags and get to our room. Tonight, we won’t see the contestants for this year’s

get my first look at

and I agree to go back downstairs and begin to meet our competition. I know not everyone here is a ranked werewolf, so I’ll be interested to get a feel for the general energy of

the elders aren’t careful, this energy could get out of control very easily. There are too many of

obviously a ranked wolf and the other an omega. Omegas are not built to handle this level of masculine energy and it’s possible that he mouthed off to the wrong wolf. The battle is over quickly as the ranked wolf snaps the neck

all safe and notice that they are subtly moving toward me

says just as someone walks in with an airhorn. The sound is loud

would suggest that you get yourselves under control, or you will find yourselves disqualified.” An older werewolf says, moving to the front of

snarl at this and the airhorn goes off, all

clutching our

domain, and I will not have our females threatened in any way. If you cannot maintain composure during the competition, you will be disqualified and asked

The testosterone level doesn’t decrease, but everyone does a

affair. Most of the packs sit together, but there are notable differences. Some packs obviously only allow ranked members to sit together, while others allow anyone to

him that I like. I can tell he’s intelligent and not the kind of Alpha that rules with fear like some of the

him taking inventory of his omegas around the room before coming and finding a seat at

Mason, I hope it’s okay if I join

I have to admit, I’m surprised

a moment before turning to his food. “They all intend to try and claim my sister. While I