[DarkAurion98]

The alpha woke up late, as usual, frantically looking for any available clothes on the floor of his decayed apartment. An empty fridge shined only by water and leftovers, along scratched paint on the walls and lack of furniture. Gerard's progress at the UCSF was someway remarkable, but after graduation, he couldn't find himself working on a software development company, waisting his time on data analysis. Instead he survived with call centers, as dull as it sounds, waiting for the right opportunity. After all, a city like San Francisco, neighboor of Sillicon Valley should have something better to offer right?.
Before a "no" was the answer to his thoughts, he recieved a call two weeks ago from Vicky, his partner on crime back from High School. A red haired alpha just like him, who was now convincing the werewolf no to go back to Arizona.

-Ok lazy wolf. I think there won't be more trashy work for ya-
-Yeah? How so?- Answered Gerard, drowning his thoughts on a bar.
-Have you heard of Redspot games? Of course you don't, why do I ask?- She chuckled
-Straight to the point V- Demanded the male, making a frown the girl can't see.
- Anyway, these guys are new on the market but already tested sick prototypes. They are short on staff though. Heard their head designer is looking for an interface specialist. Cheap one, so....-
-So?-
-I gave them your info G, they want you. Ha, they don't even thought twice-
-Really? God, that's why I love you V, thanks a lot. Owe you one- He stood up, paying his beer.
-Yeah, yeah, you will-

Vicky gave him the date and place. Still 15 days later, here you have a big guy blaiming his phone alarm, washing his face quickly before putting on black jeans, wore off sneakers and a lumberjack styled shirt. God, he hated to look like that, stereotyped alpha, but after a family reunion on San Diego, it was all he had clean.

Hope this job put me back on track. He murmured for himself, starting up a second-hand Supra.

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He arrives to the studio, crossing fingers so people won't smell his strong musk. Needed that shower. He blaimed himself. Want to know another bad thing about the alpha-werewolf-thing? Almost dropping his laptop and bag, dumb smile on his lips as between the greeting of his partners, he sees him. A brown haired guy, clearly well dressed for the ocassion, with a weak but lingering scent which slaps his sensitive nostrils.

After the introductions and instructions of the recruiters, he finally offers his hand. Hi there, guess we are working together. Name's Gerard.
He smiled, trying to figure out how after so many years, his inner wolf is reaching surface.