There were many things that Axel Wolff was. He was a cook, he was overbearing, he was sarcastic, and he was a guitarist. However, there were also countless things that Axel was not. He wasn't a human, he wasn't stupid, he wasn't a fan of crowds, and he most certainly was not a morning person. That Sunday morning seemed to come far too quickly for Axel's taste. His alarm clock, which rested on the nightstand by his head began to ring at six in the morning, jolting Axel from a quite pleasant dream and forcing him awake and into reality. For a few heartbeats, he sat upright and looked around with wide eyes.
It wasn't long, however, before he noticed the clock and slammed his palm against the snooze button. The clock silenced and Axel slowly laid back on the bed, yawning softly. Maybe he could get a few more minutes of shut-eye before it started to ring again? It seemed like the second he closed his eyes, however, the alarm began to go off again. AJ slowly sat up again and, in a fluid motion, cast his blanket off and swung his legs down to the ground. His hand struck the alarm clock again to shut it off as he stood up and walked toward the set of old drawers his father and mother had left in the house. In fact, the entire home was once theirs and their parents; hell, it was a house that had been passed down the Wolff family tree since Felix Wolff had built it with his own hands. The house had progressively grown larger generation after generation until it had at least five bedrooms and three full bathrooms. The Wolff house was a little bit outside of town, situated on a large piece of land. Two stories and made of wood, it could get quite cold in the winter. This, however, hardly phased any of the wolves in the home.
Axel had fallen asleep still in his t-shirt and jeans the night before. Saturday night had been spent in the bar for a while, drinking and mulling over things until he finally forced himself to go home. Now, he simply threw a red flannel shirt on top of his t-shirt and ran his hand through his thick, dark hair multiple times. That would do for now...plus, maybe he could pass off his ruffled hair as helmet hair when he arrived at the dinner. Without even bothering to pass by Leanna -besides, what was he going to say to her if he did- Axel grabbed his keys off of the counter, pulled on some boots, and walked outside. Yes, he still looked like shit and yes, his facial half had grown in a thick five o'clock shadow but it was Sunday and Sunday was the day most people were leaving the area or simply stopping by for a quick bite to eat and some car service.
His motorcycle had been left leaning against the garage with the helmet right by the front wheel. As much as he hated the God damn helmet, he knew his father would be tossing and turning in his grave if he saw his son riding down the road without a helmet. As he pulled the helmet on, a pair of mirrored sunglasses fell out and hit his chest before falling down and landing on his shoes. Dusting them off as he picked up the sunglasses, Axel shoved them into his breast pocket and slipped the helmet over his head, clipping it under his chin. The werewolf mounted his motorcycle and shoved the key into the ignition. With a flick of his foot, he pushed the kickstand up and rode the bike out of his driveway and on to the road that led toward town.
Regardless of the fact that the cops would certainly be out, he weaved his way between trucks and cars. These actions earned him a variety of honking, yelling, and the displaying of a certain finger. He arrived at his diner in a few minutes and rode the bike up on to the pavement and behind the diner where the back entrance was located. He would rather marry a vampire than have to pay a parking meter in front of his own building. Besides, this way, no teenagers would try to play around with it. With the bike parked right by the back door, Axel pulled out the key and shoved them into the pocket of his jeans. A yawn quickly escaped through his jaws as he walked into the diner and straight into the kitchen. Instantly, he could smell omelettes cooking and his mouth seemed to water from the smell.
The Alpha male slowly made his way through the kitchen, running his hand quickly through his tousled hair again and again until it hopefully had some sort of semblance to his usual style. It was at this moment, as he pushed open the door into the front of the diner that he realized he'd unevenly buttoned his flannel top when putting it on. Cursing sharply but under his breath, he hurriedly began to undo the buttons, his calloused fingers fumbling with the small buttons. By the time he was out and behind the counter, half of the buttons were undone and he still looked like absolute shit. Well, it could be worse...somehow. Flashing his white teeth with the slightly elongated canines, he leaned up against the back counter near a pot of coffee and looked out over his diner. There was nothing, not man, nor woman, nor belonging that could even compare to the diner. It was like a second home to him- or, rather, maybe it tied with the woods his pack frequented in wolf form. Either way, it was his most treasured possession.
Axel reached under the counter and pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil which he usually kept handy for taking orders when things were going too quickly for either Sam or him to keep up waiting. Axel slipped around the counter and started toward a table, nudging Sam with his shoulder. The nudge was rough, but not rough enough where the Beta would stumble or anger. It was simply hard enough for him to realize Axel was there.
"Mornin', Sammy," he said, grinning cheekily whilst walking past and glancing over his shoulder. He knew Sam had never gone by the nickname and probably never would yet it seemed to fit him so well.