[sylvanSpider]

“Your pack? Don't you need, y'know, fuckin' wolves in your pack?” Ash asked cocking her eyebrow. It wasn't as if she was turning him down; on the contrary, the question was more one of logistics. She didn't understand how any of it worked yet, and she didn't know how far down this rabbit hole she wanted to go, or, how far Nora wanted to go for that matter.

Audrey shifted in her seat, continuing with the lacing and unlacing of her fingers, her legs keeping perfectly still. “It's, it's been a thing before. It's actually quite common. Some packs will have token honorary clan members, but those are generally just being used to infiltrate the law system and pick up talk about the town, maybe even pick up on other packs' activity.” She raised her eyes, briefly looking to Ash and then Nora, “The choice is yours, though it seems as if I don't have much of a choice; you're the only alpha around to claim me. The nearest pack is in the next town over.” Audrey squirmed, feeling Hal's gaze on her and looked up at him in time to see him wetting his lips in anticipation.

Ash folded her arms, looking from wolf to wolf knowing that certainly her life was taking a turn at this moment, though she wasn't entirely sure on where. She and Nora agreed on Hal as a toy, but with the knowledge that he was not only a werewolf, but an alpha one at that, she wasn't sure that he would be their toy s much as the opposite. Audrey, she could see, was already his; a fact readily seen by everyone in the room. “Can alphas control it?” she finally asked.

“They...can,” Audrey muttered, tentatively, “Theirs is a much more powerful transformation though, so it takes more power to control it. But, the first step in being able to do just that is acknowledging what you are, get in touch with that other side so to speak.”

Ash sighed, shaking her head. This was something that she felt she could do nothing for. She knew nothing about the wolves, save for what she'd just learned, and the omega was saying that it was all just a matter of willing it? It seemed like simple of an answer to this problem that had plagued Hal since he was a child. “I'll make some breakfast,” she said at length, “How do eggs sound?”