《Summer Bliss》


 Prologue

    Fucked.


    That word ran amuck in Milo Halifax''s mind. His life frequented those waters often. His job-fucked, his life-fucked, and this crime scene, completely fucked. Giving a look over the area, he scratched at his graying beard and reached in his pocket for a menthol.


    He didn''t know why the detectives wanted him around. He answered all their questions. He did his usual 8 am rounds. Checking the local fishing spots, handing out citations, and driving around campsites. Yet, one site lit up like a beacon among the rest, Site 180.


    That was putting it light. The silver RV that parked there for the last two days had toppled on its side. The windows shattered and the sharp edges coated in red. Bloody handprints dashed long the RV side that was upright. Claw marks appeared on various areas of the RV. The fire pit also got worked over, the boulders tossed around camp.


    Dumbfounded by the intensity, Milo took a drag from his cig. He rolled his tongue around the biting smoke. While the park experienced some incidents during his time, this one went to the top of his list.


    "Ranger...Halifax? Correct?"


    Averting his gaze, he sized up the short, pudgy-looking individual. He had a gruffness about him that Milo''s seen in a handful run ins he had in his youth. The man removed his bloodied gloves and adjusted his frames. His blue shoe covers were now a muddied red. Extending his hand, Milo shook it.


    "I''m Detective Scott McDermott. You spoke with my partner, Detective Elaina Tabares earlier. Can you walk me through what you saw one more time?" McDermott pulled a small notepad from his pocket. Clicking his pen he waited.


    Milo sensed he got a thrill from solving crimes like these, but what does he know?


    "Did my rounds around the park and got here about 10 am. Before I got close enough, I saw some blood out that way on some trees, at the entrance of the camp site. I went out to inspect it and that''s when the stench hit."


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    "What stench?"


    "Copper. You could taste it. Figured a bear wandered through the camp with a kill and freaked out the campers. When I walked up, I saw this." Milo motioned towards the scene. His cig wasn''t finished, and he was already itching for another.


    McDermott scribbled something down. "Did you receive any calls from anyone throughout the night, radio chatter? Anything?"


    "Only one, it was from some campers located by McKenzie Lagoon. They said they heard noise. I went to inspect it. Nothing but some beavers. They''re heading out this afternoon."


    "Are there any known animal attacks out here? Could this be a coyote?"


    Milo scoffed, causing McDermott to squint.


    "You think a coyote did that?" Once again, he motioned towards the RV.


    "I have to keep an open mind; you understand Mr. Halifax."


    "Understandable, but...coyote?" Milo didn''t bother hiding his facial expression.


    McDermott glowered, puffing his cheeks out. "Okay, bear?"


    "Ah, it''s possible, if it was a group of six on a bender. You don''t happen to expect a person might have done this?"


    "Currently we have no inclination that it was a person. Once we gather the bodies, we''ll autopsy them. We located tuffs of black fur and took molds of claw marks. Are you positive there hasn''t been anything unusual happening in the past weeks?"


    "No, I''ve heard about attacks from other rangers, but none mentioned anything like this."


    McDermott wrote something else down before pausing. He looked at Milo with an quizzical expression. If he was aware of something he didn''t want to disclose it. Sighing, he turned to gaze at his partner, who was escorting the coroners into the woods. They located a blood trail.


    "I don''t have authorization to close down the park, I do believe Ranger Halifax, your best bet would be to drive around the campsites and warn the campers."


    "You mean cause a mass panic?"


    "No, I mean do your job. Until we locate the animal, it''s best to limit access to the park and make safety your top priority. Walk the trails, get people back to their sites. We''ll keep you updated on reopening this area in the future."


    Extending his hand, Milo shook it. He watched him walk away and follow the others into the woods. Rubbing the back of his neck he sighed.


    "Warn the campers, I have to find them first." Frowning, he walked to his grey F250, slamming the door as he entered. He was on edge. Now 2 pm, time wasn''t in his favor.


    Once again, he reached for his favorite stress reliever. Lighting it, he took one last look at the scene. The corners broke through the trees. They were carrying a body bag and rushing to their vehicle. With the pace they were keeping he could tell the load was light.


    "Please don''t be a kid."

 Gang Gang

    Anticipation.


    It blanketed the three in the car, caressing their tired faces with soft touches.


    "Fucking aye. I can''t wait to stretch my legs! Khalia, how much longer?" The front passenger yawned. Pulling at the platinum blonde strands tangling in her eyelashes, she gave the driver a toothy grin.


    Khalia tapped the dash, lighting up the screen, "About 20 mins."


    "Damn bae, I thought I did a good job stretching them two days ago." The offhand remark came from the backseat. Rolling down her window Khalia gagged.


    "I wasted an hour outside y''all house because y''all were fucking. Ya know Trinity, I thought you were better than that."


    "Shut the hell up Jay!" Trinity hollered, burying her face in her hands. Jay winked as he ripped open a bag of beef jerky. The pungent meaty odor enveloped the car, causing their noses to wrinkle.


    Sighing, Trinity folded her arms across her chest.


    "Let me be the first to apologize for the bullshit he put you through growing up. You should have petitioned to be an only child." Huffing, a loud cackle split the air as Khalia threw her head back. Both receiving kicks to their seats.


    Extending her arm, she fiddled with the worn volume dial. Keen on drowning out her passengers and their foolishness. Having been on the road for two days, patience was running dry.


    "Hey, is Joey and the others there!" Jay yelled. Reaching for more jerky, he shoveled a fistful into his mouth. A few crumbs fell into his beard and on his hoodie. Brushing off the mess, he belched, then repeated his assault.


    Khalia grimaced from the rearview mirror at his barbaric eating. While she adored the 6''2 brat, he was sickening. Snickering Trinity turned her attention to the scenery.


    The highway they traveled led them through states such as Utah, Idaho, and Oregon. They saw vast canyons and snowcapped mountains. They stopped to take pictures of nature''s divine formations.


    "Kha-li-a, did you hear me!" Annoyance dripped into every word. Leaning forward, he yanked the dark brown bun atop her head.


    Wincing, she rolled her eyes, "Touch my hair again see what happens. Yes, they''re already there. Now, shut the fuck up."


    "Thank you, your highness." He pulled on her bun once more and laughed at her scowl. Fixing her mouth to cuss him to the bowels of hell she halted when the sign came into view.


    "Welcome to Cape Disappointment bitches!"


    *~*~*


    It didn''t take long to find the rest of the group. Alexa and her boyfriend, Joey, stood atop a picnic table. They waved their arms wildly, joy etched on their faces. Marcus, Alexa''s cousin, stood next to them. Khalia parked her Nissan Murano next to Joey''s Jeep Wrangler.


    Exiting they stretched in weird synchronization. Jay took the opportunity to sneak up behind Trinity, capturing her into a hug. Khalia noted the glint of fear in Trinity''s eyes, before she relaxed, realizing who it was. Planting dozens of sloppy kisses on her neck, she giggled. Khalia jogged over to Alexa, throwing her arms around her. She buried her face in long black curls, inhaling the citrus shampoo.


    "Bitch I fucking missed you! Video chats aren''t enough!"


    Drawing out the words she refused to let go of her childhood bestie. Alexa laughed as she got rocked side to side. 10 years strong, they enjoyed catching up. Especially living on opposite ends of the country.


    "Aye what about me miss?"


    Joey opened his arms wide, waiting for his turn. Closing his eyes, he wriggled his fingers in a "come hither" motion. Khalia rolled her, but went to him. Before she could wrap her arms around him-


    Bam!


    Alexa''s eyes enlarged as she watched her boyfriend soar like a crumpled kite. He flailed attempting to catch himself, hitting the solid ground with a thump. A thunder of laughter erupted.


    "Guard up son!"


    Jay walked right over the groaning man withering on the floor. Marcus wiped tears from his eyes, "That''s foul bro, real foul."


    After regaining her composure, Khalia went to help the downed man with Alexa.


    "I''m gonna'' puke," Doubling over, Joey hugged his abdomen, "I can feel the whiskey in my throat."


    "Oh, stop complaining! Your scrawny ass will be alright."


    Alexa smiled down at her blubbering boyfriend and caressed his bald head.


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    Having rented two of the three cabins in the area for a five-day getaway. The cabins sat 40 ft. apart, hugging the dense forest, with the front doors facing a large clearing. Fire pits rested in front, accompanied by various log benches and a picnic tables. The clearing was recently mowed, and picnic tables were in the center. Past that, another dense tree line.


    The crew parked their vehicles on the side of the cabins. Piling out they walked towards the clearing, inhaling the damp earth aroma. Khalia took a glance at the third cabin. A black Tahoe parked next to it obscured the view of the front porch. She wondered if they''ll meet their temporary neighbor soon.


    "This place is gorgeous! We got fuckin'' lucky!" Trinity squealed.


    Giving one last side to side sweep she jogged back to Khalia''s SUV and opened the trunk. The rest of the group murmured in agreement and followed suit. Both cabins had two bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, and a small kitchenette with a stove top.


    The porches had various chairs scattered upon them. Only difference was a sign that hung above the doors. One read "Wolfs Den", the other "Bears Den". The group turned and looked at each other.


    Khalia looks to the cabins then back towards her friends. She took a long stare at her brother before squinting her eyes at Alexa and Joey, "...Are y''all going to be bumping uglies? Yes, or no?"


    Alexa and Joey gasped before snickering. Jay gave a wide grin then left to help Trinity with her bags.


    "Okay, that''s decided. You all can go in that cabin; Marcus and I will take this one." Dismissing them to "Bear''s Den" she headed to "Wolfs Den".


    "Can''t we do girls in one, boys in the other?" Whining, Alexa made puppy eyes at Khalia''s backside.


    "No. There are two beds in each cabin and I''m not sharing with anybody." Khalia stated matter-of-factly, a smirk on her face. She blew her friend a kiss.


    *~*~*


    An hour later, Khalia looked over her adobe, grinning ear to ear. The bedroom came with a full-sized bed, a nightstand, and a standing lamp next to that. A mirror, positioned at the foot of the bed on the opposite wall.


    It tickled her spine that anyone would sleep with a mirror at the end of their bed. Crediting that to the abundant horror movies she binged. The thought of waking up and seeing her reflection do some heebie-jeebies shit freaked her out.


    Further from the mirror was an old fading brown bookcase and a reclining chair. A lone window graced the room as well. Khalia jammed the blinds earlier when she pulled the cord. It left her staring out into the clearing, giving her a view of the picnic tables. Before it got dark, she reminded herself to fix them.


    "Hey, we''re hiking soon, then cooking something up, you ready?"


    Marcus chuckled when Khalia let out a cry. Brows knitting together her lips twisted into a pout. She pulled at the beige crop top, showing more cleavage. Then adjusted band of her black joggers that hugged her figure. She watched his eyes linger on the green smiley face that dangled from her belly button.


    His view then drifted right, where she guessed he was analyzing her tattoo. One he''s seen many times. A wolf ripping through her flesh. One paw  created bloody cuts. A fanged grin rested under the only amber eye. Recalling her parents annoyed reaction to the art she giggled.


    "Jumpy?" He returned his eyes to her rich brown ones.


    "No. You''re just an ass." Khalia frowned at the feigned look of hurt he expressed, placing his hands over his heart. Heading towards her bag she opted for a large neon green duffle bag to hold her week worth of supplies.


    "So, was that a yes miss or..."


    Marcus watched her groan in frustration before it became a sigh of relief.


    "Yea I''ll be over there in a minute." Turning around she gave the widest grin. Without looking at her hands he knew immediately what she held in them. The skunk odor filled the room within seconds.


    Floral yet sour.


    Marcus sighed. "Lia, I know you did not bring drugs to a national park."


    "Okay, I did not bring drugs to a national park. I brought herbal remedies to soothe my soul and align my chakras."


    He shook his head, Khalia laughed, breezing by him she stopped and peeked over her shoulder. Her laugh turned to a coy smile, "Are you coming?"


    Marcus'' s hazel eyes shift side to side. His auburn hair was short and became a mess when he dragged a hand through it. Sleek black framed glasses moved with his face as his nose wrinkled.


    "You know I don''t smoke like that Lia."


    "A few tokes, then we join the others."


    "Lia, I- "


    "If you want to say no that''s fine. It wouldn''t be the first time you played me."


    She spat the last part with venom causing another sigh from Marcus.


    Meeting at Jay''s party, she 18, he 22. they hit it off immediately. It wasn''t long before they found themselves in the guest bed wrapped in each other. It also wasn''t long until he discovered she was Jay''s sister. Her pursuit became one-sided until he finally told her his qualms.


    "I don''t date my friend''s siblings. That''s too many problems. Especially the younger ones."


    "Oh? But you''ll fuck them won''t you! Piece of shit bastard!"


    The rejection went far from planned, leaving a permanent stain within their relationship.


    Khalia would never admit she bawled like a baby after. Nor did she tell Jay. Marcus did, much to her relief. After a few bouts of name calling and punches thrown, they settled their issues. On the condition that he not fuck his sister, ever, again. A condition she found him regretting.


    With their annual group trips, Khalia saw his gaze linger on her a bit longer than normal. He was the first to volunteer to be her partner, whether it be rock climbing or rafting. Now 25, she couldn''t help but use that leverage. Though he apologized and she accepted, she never forgave. She wanted him to stew in it. She could see it in him, hurt yet hopeful.


    Letting out a long sigh, Marcus rubbed his eyes under his glasses.


    "Fuck, alright, let''s go."


    Khalia wore a coy smile. Stepping forward she gave him a hug, smirking to herself when he stiffened under her arms. Pulling away she chuckled at his reddening cheeks.


    Bamboozled.


    Hoodwinked.


    Fucking sucker.

 Bears?

    Heading down the main road Milo turned on the radio. He fiddled with the dial until the sweet sanguine sound of a saxophone filled the cab. The tension in his forehead slackened and his jaw unclenched. Jazz soothed his nerves and made him feel grounded in these situations.


    What he wouldn''t do right now to be back at the ranger station, sneaking sips from his gin. Dan, the other park ranger, constantly reprimanded him. Surprisingly, he hasn''t turned him in yet. Speaking of Dan, Milo remembered he was covering for him on coast patrol until he returned from, "Non''yer damn business!"


    One more sigh, long and audible, left his lips. He wasn''t going to make it on the water tonight. Time just wasn''t on his side. Leaning forward he turned up the music louder. Hoping to drown out the future lecture he would receive. Before he could fully slip into the unwelcomed daydream, movement from the right side of the road startled him. Springing forth from the brush, a mere 10 ft away, visitors spilled out into the road like deer.


    "Fuck! Fuckin fuck!"


    Hitting breaks, Milo swerved to avoid plowing into a blonde bimbo and halted his truck on the opposite side of the road a bit further down. The miscellaneous junk in his truck went flying, including the cigarette he was about done with. Looking down around his feet, he stopped all movement when he felt a small sting well up between his thighs. Burning cotton filled his nostrils.


    "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Hands flew frantically as he fished the cigarette out his crotch. Dusting away the ashes he leaned back, making his famous sigh. Today was not his day.


    "I''m so fucking sorry! I tripped and fell in the street! I would never..." The words spilled out over each other as the melodic feminine voice was in pure panic.


    Milo glanced to his passenger window. The blond bimbo looked to be in full panic as she apologized profusely for her actions. The other members of her entourage appeared behind her. He gave them a once over, guessing they weren''t over thirty. Noticing two of the individuals stood further back, he raised a brow in their direction.


    The male quickly looked to the ground, while the woman locked eyes with him. She held his gaze and a wide smile. "Our bad! We weren''t paying attention. We were following the North Head Trail and got distracted."


    Milo looked her up and down, while processing what she said. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a high bun. Her top didn''t seem fit for a park outing, but he digressed. He has seen worse. Squinting, he switched the truck into drive.


    "Where are you all camped at?"


    "Oh, um at the cabins in the clearing." The blonde found her voice again. He wanted to cuss them out for almost giving him manslaughter charges. Unfortunately, he had to wait.


    "Okay, I''m going to ask you all to return to your site. There was a bad bear attack not far from here and it still has not been located. It''s best for you to remain indoors or nearby an escape route. Sorry to have ruined your hike."


    Not waiting for a reply, Milo rolled up his window, shooing them away from his car. He did make a mental note to swing by the cabins tonight or tomorrow. Wanting to reprimand them for being in the roads like that. Also, he suspected drugs. That lady was high as a kite. Something that left his scratching his head in wonder.


    "Six down, many more to go. Fucking Christ."


    *~*~*


    "Way to go Trin, death by Park Ranger." Jay threw playful elbow into her shoulder.


    She rubbed her temples, "I feel so bad. He looked ready to strangle my ass."


    Joey put his arm around Alexa''s shoulders. "Let''s not worry about that. Did that man say bear attack?"


    Concerning looks swept throughout the group as they played back the Rangers'' words. The once stunning trees now held an unattractiveness about them. Jay, noticing the change in demeanor, took reins over the situation.


    "Let''s head back to camp. Khalia, come up front with me. Joey, Marcus, you two take rear and walk behind the ladies."


    Nodding in accordance, everyone took their positions. Having completed three of the five miles on the trail, begrudgingly, they began heading back the way they came. Jay and Khalia walked briskly, forcing Trinity and the others to keep up. When the gap began to widen Khalia tugged on Jays shirt to slow down.


    A pin could be heard dropping on the forest floor as the group traversed onward. Eyes scanned every tree, rock, and bush along the trail for signs of bears. Tension growing, Khalia found herself breathing more heavily as she glanced back at her friends.


    Alexa grabbed the hem of her tank top and swiped at the beads of sweat rolling into her eyes. Trinity chewed on her bottom lip, looking side to side every nanosecond. Frowning, Khalia jogged up to Jay, who was widening the gap once more.


    "Slow down, we''re civilians. I think we should end the trip. I know you had the surprise planned for tomorrow but- "


    "Nah, we''ll be alright. I leave for base in two weeks Lia, two weeks. This means a lot to me. Granted I should have done it years ago, I had to be sure. The Ranger will have it straightened out later tonight no doubt."


    "If he doesn''t? We gotta'' suck it the fuck up and get mauled by bears? All because you decided you''re now ready to commit!" Khalia huffed.


    Enthused she was by the prospect of her brother''s proposal to his longtime girlfriend. Dying over it was never discussed and that''s a bit too much.


    "You really believe me, Senior Airmen Schaffer, would let my little sister get mauled by bears?"


    "Yes. Absolutely."


    Jay stared, astonished by his sister''s blatant non-belief in him. Chuckling he drew looks from those behind. Hesitantly they began to unwind, growing more relaxed as camp drew near.


    "So, what''s the next step everybody? You were moving, right Marcus?" Alexa turned back to look at her cousin who was busy scanning behind them. He gave a wry grin and nodded.


    "Yea, love New York, but the prices though. Figured I''d move back to Colorado or some cheap midwestern town."


    "Colorado isn''t exactly cheap itself my guy." Joey quipped.


    "I know. Maybe Khalia will let me be her roommate. I don''t have a lot of baggage." Khalia didn''t have to turn to hear the teasing in his tone. A small smile formed on her lips and scoffed.


    "Diesel does a fantastic job as a roommate. My favorite freeloader." Khalia pondered over her Rottweiler, wondering what he was currently up to. Likely causing hell for the doggy daycare employees.


    Peeking over her shoulder she caught him smiling. A whack to her shoulder turned her towards Jay''s direction. Mumbling a few choice words her way he walked further ahead, leaving Khalia with a scowl.


    Time passed and smoke filled their nostrils as they inched closer. Kahlia''s face contorted with surprise. Doing a mental checklist for the whereabouts of her lighter and blunt.


    "Oh! Our neighbors must be outside now!" Trinity gleamed and picked up her pace. The others followed suit not wanting to be left behind.


    Khalia''s brisk walk turned into a jog when she saw the "Wolfs Den". The danger that gripped them in the forest seemed to disappear completely as the group saw familiarity.


    Strolling through the clearing, she watched them head to their cabin. Marcus placed a hand on her back as he breezed by. She returned the favor by ruffling his hair. "Jay didn''t look all to happy back there?"


    "Jay is...he''s being Jay. He probably thinks you''re going to ruin my life. Which I don''t doubt."


    "To be fair, I already did, briefly. Now I want to make up for it." Marcus stepped in front of her, startling her when she bumped into him. The scent of stale air clung to his clothes, and she caught hints of Febreze mixed in. Folding her arms across her chest she cocked her hip and narrowed her gaze.


    "Do you really think that night we spent together ruined my life?"


    "No, not at all. But the aftermath bothered me ever since. I should have known better. I do now. Which is why I think we should get reacquainted. I''m serious about moving back."


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    Khalia felt her stomach churn as the conversation became deeper. Apart of her wanted to swoon, take his hands, and give him a soul stealing kiss. Though the logical side, slight petty, would rather him beg. Maybe this was why her relationships were always rocky.


    Becoming unnerved by his intense stare, she averted her gaze and spotted the neighbor. A large man, he sat on a log around the fire. It lapped at the air with fervor, intent on being the center of attention. His back faced his cabin. From the distance she couldn''t make out if he was watching them, assuming he was lost in the fire.


    "Okay, I know it''s a bit forward but think about it. I''m going to go shower, come join me when your brave enough." Grabbing her chin, he smiled when she scoffed, then walked off.


    A loud pop made her flinch, and she looked back at the man. Her arms bristled with goosebumps and her heart skipped several beats. The man was indeed staring back at her. His expression unreadable.


    "Walk dummy."


    Khalia mumbled to herself, feeling oddly exposed when he looked her up and down. He sat hunched with his forearms resting his thighs hands. His hair was dark like her own except his seemed unnatural. As if nature took a permanent marker and filled in where hair should be. She found it fascinating.


    He wore a regular pair of blue jeans and a basic gray T-shirt with an emblem. She squinted, leaning forwards to see what was written on the sleeve, then realized what she was doing. Turning she jogged to the cabin, feeling eyes on her the entire time.


    *~*~*


    Khalia shoved the duffle off her bed before collapsing on it, the hike and drive taking its toll. She made a slight face at the stickiness of her back. Water thrummed on in the bathroom along with "This Is Letting Go" by Rise Against. She gave a half smile thinking about their shared music taste.


    "Is this what it''d be like to have a roommate?" She spoke aloud, mind lulled by relaxing white noise of the environment. She found herself enjoying the thought of his presence around. Though, the more she mulled over it, going through with it made her queasy. As her brother said, "You better tell him no before I beat his ass again."


    As appreciative she was at having a protective brother, she''s 25 years-old, a goddamn adult. Hell, thats 5 years to elderly. A loud rumble interrupted her thoughts. Rubbing circles around her belly ring, Khalia hoped the others would have cooked by the time she showered. Closing her eyes, she decided to rest them, just for a second.


    *~*~*


    By the time she awoke dim light shown through the window. In her groggy state she could hear soft feminine laughter. Sitting up, she stretched and frowned when she realized she had left the blinds open. Granted someone would have to walk on to the porch to be a peeping tom, it was still a plausible happenstance. Swiftly as possible Khalia got up and dug into her bag. Pulling out a simple white T-shirt, fitted gray sweats, and a joint, she headed to the bathroom.


    Finishing in record time Khalia threw her damp coily hair into another bun. Praying to the hair gods that it won''t be too tangled in the morning. Stepping outside, she expected to see Jay and the others occupying the firepit near their campsites. Surprisingly the area remained dark and undisturbed. Not a single log graced either pit.


    Commotion to the right, Jay''s horrendous laughter, pulled her that way. Walking past the front end of the Tahoe the man from before came into view, still at the firepit. Jay and the others sat with him, scattered around on the various logs and folding chairs. Their faces were flushed and movements sluggish. Khalia noticed the liquor bottles and six packs on the ground near the fire.


    "Liaaaa Babyyy."


    Trinity sang her name as Khalia sauntered over. One arm was around Jay''s waist, the other held up a cup for Khalia to take. She took the offering, knowing all too well the drink would have no chaser only liquor. Taking a quick sip she pouted, confirming her theory.


    "How long have you guys been drinking?"


    "Awhile. I offered to wait, but your friends said you catch up quickly."


    Khalia''s eyes shifted to the man, a mere five feet away. He spoke with a smile and raised a beer towards her. He swapped the shirt from earlier for a fitted black long sleeve. She watched his muscles ripple with every movement he made.


    "How kind of them." Speaking flippantly, she returned the gesture while looking for a seat. Marcus patted the spot next to him, grinning all the while. She hesitated slightly, aware that the only other seat was near the man.


    "Oh! This is Theo! He invited us over, his family departed early, and he didn''t want the trip to go to waste." Trinity blurted, happy to be of use.


    "The-oo." Khalia rolled the name off her tongue, then took a long swig from her cup. Theo turned his body in her direction.


    "Yes, my brother and his wife had to cut the trip short, an emergency. I have this cabin for a week so I''m in no hurry to leave. I noticed Jay about to set up a fire, figured I''d extend a welcome."


    His voice held the richness of butter. Ethereal and captivating she found herself immediately entranced. Warmth radiated from his eyes, and he nodded at her brother.


    "That''s very kind of you. Thanks!" Khalia beamed and faced the others. "Now where''s the food? I''m fucking starving!"


    Before long a soft hum of banter surrounded the fire. They drifted endlessly in and out of conversation. From current life changes to hypotheticals, making sure to dwindle the alcohol in the process. Soon trips to the bathroom turned into bear crawls. It wasn''t until Trinity fell off the log for the 10th time did, they call it a night. Unceremoniously, Jay picked her up into a fireman carry.


    "Betta'' hope I don''t crop-dust ya ass." Trinity slurred, earning her a quick smack to her rump. She squealed and they disappeared into their cabin.


    Khalia watched Alexa give Joey a provocative stare. Wordlessly, he rose off the bench, taking her by the hands. He whispered something in Alexas''s ear leaving her giggling. Quickening their steps, they disappeared into the same cabin.


    "See, that''s exactly why I wasn''t sharing with them." Khalia spoke, more so to herself. She had a sway to her as she tried to stabilize by watching the fire. Maybe five cups of "Trinity''s mix" weren''t a good idea.


    "So, are you two leaving together as well?"


    Theo arched his brow, and Khalia wasn''t aware her face could become beat red. Marcus stuttered but nothing came out as he was fighting his own drunken stupor.


    "Ah, no, no. He''s my brother''s friend. We''re the single ones on the trip." A wave of her hand left no room for argument. Standing, she moved opposite of Marcus so that she plopped next to Theo. Leaning over Marcus nudged his shoulder against hers. Glancing, Khalia blankly stared at his frown.


    "I''m your friend too."


    A spear through her heart. Furrowing her brows she tried to clear the fog in her mind. If she were sober the thoughts running through her head would be very foolish.


    "Uh, Khalia, we should head inside. Remember the Ranger."


    Grasping her shoulder he squeezed. A switch seemed to go off and she jumped. Looking back at Marcus she nodded silently and went to stand, stumbling slightly. The fire looked to be in the sky as her vision spun. Rustling sounded to her left. Theo cleared his throat before pulling out a lighter.


    "Here, don''t forget this. You dropped this in the clearing earlier."


    Brief confusion crossed her face, and she smiled drunkenly.


    "Oh! Do you smoke? Wanna match?"


    "No Lia, I think he-"


    "Ah, let''s not confuse her anymore Marcus. She''ll remember tomorrow hopefully. But yes, I do and that would be nice."


    She couldn''t put her finger on it, but his presence was more intoxicating than the liquor. Frightening but alluring. His chestnut brown eyes held a mischievous glint, and she found herself wanting in on the joke.


    "What did the Ranger say Marcus?" Theo turned to him, causing her to frown. Catching this, he smiled before winking at her. She fought the urge to shove press her tits against him.


    "He, uh, he said for us not to leave our cabins because of bear attacks happening." Marcus hesitated. Whether it was due to the alcohol or his nerves, he swore Theo''s eyes grew murky.


    "Ah well, we should call it a night. We have more days to spend together. Marcus, do you mind if I talk to Khalia alone? Unless you want to join our smoke session?"


    Reaching out, he grabbed her hand before Marcus could speak. Khalia''s eyes widened a fraction at Theo''s proposal. When she met Marcus''s stare, she gave him the puppy eyes. A pained look flashed across his face, and she felt another wrench through her heart. Giving her a half smile, he raised his hands in mock surrender.


    "Nah, I''m good. Stay by the fire Lia. Night."


    Turning, he staggered back to their cabin. She watched him until he disappeared through the doorway. Soon, a loud sizzle filled her ears, and the smell of charred wood made her nose wrinkle. Turning she watched Theo douse the fire, with water and dirt. She arched a brow before taking a step back.


    Paranoia rose but she squashed the feeling down. Surely nothing would happen, especially with this god standing by her. She had no clue what he wanted to speak to her about, hopefully it will lead to something exciting.


    As if reading her mind, a warm hand cupped her left cheek. Khalia couldn''t see him in the darkness, yet he found her with ease. The smell of alcohol on his breath as he moved closer caused her own breath to hitch slightly.


    "Lia, I noticed that there''s chemistry between us. I know you can see it too. I must warn you if I find something I like, I don''t let go. Are you sure about this?"


    His lips brushed her ear, and a shiver crawled down her spine. An electric hum buzzed around them. Time slowed as she focused on his words of...warning? Pfft. Raising her hands she wiggled them under his shirt, sighing as the heat soothed her skin. Raking her nails across his abdomen a luscious grin spread across her face.


    "Fuck ye-"


    Lips crashed upon hers as he captured them. His tongue met hers for battle. The hand on her cheek slide to the nape of her neck, pressing her deeper into him. The other glided down her hips, where he gripped her ass forcefully. Khalia moaned into the kiss, biting at his bottom lip from the sensation. A sly grin formed on his face, and he gave her ass a rough slap, she sucked her teeth.


    "I know a spot if you''re willing. I promise the bears won''t get you, but I''ll put you on your knees" Huskily he spoke, dragging his thumb across her collarbone.


    A lust drunk, she pondered over his proposal. Logically she wouldn''t agree to something like that because she enjoyed living. This was a prime set up for brutal dismemberment, at least, that''s how the movies go. Nevertheless, he promised to have her on her knees and that she found bodacious.


    "As long as you don''t kill me, lead the way Sir." Grabbing what was left of her joint, Khalia sparked it, smiling at the orange glow that casted over his face.


    His eyes are so dark.


    "Sir? I like that. Say it again." Grinning, he took her hand and gently lead her into the forest.

 Apex Predator

    When the morning sun kissed the tree tops Milo headed to the ranger station. An aging two story cabin that had seen better days. No porch, just a raised small platform accompanied by three rickety steps. White paint flaked off the exterior, coating the ground closest to the cabin. Even the signage was worn as the word "Ranger" had faded with age.


    Inside was modestly better. Chairs lined one side of the wall along with souvenir racks. On the other side was their desks and a few scattered personal belongings. The upstairs housed the living quarters: a bedroom, a kitchen area, and bathroom.


    Milo thought many times of staying here but can''t stomach sharing a room with Dan. Cleanliness was not his forte and Milo couldn''t remember how many times he told him bathing was free. Reaching his desk, he flopped down in his chair.


    Yesterday he warned the visitors and campers of the bear attacks. Some had complied, returning to their campsites or leaving the park entirely. Others challenged him, opting to stay and continue normally. All Milo could do was try to reason with them.


    "Now what''s on the agenda today." Looking at the papers scattered on his desk, his eyes landed on a post it note.


    ''Patrol the coast!''


    "Right, right. Might as well go now."


    Taking one of the hanging life jackets he grabbed a spare radio battery and headed out the door. He was surprised to see Elaina, McDermott''s partner, hand perched, about to knock. Startled she stepped back, "Oh!"


    Milo watched as her caramel cheeks took on a rosy hue. She was casual today unlike the last time he''d seen her. A black T-shirt and simple Denim jeans completed her look. Her badge rested on her belt with her handcuffs and Glock. Brown hair clipped back into a low bun.


    "Ranger Halifax? I''m Elaina Tabares. You spoke to my partner, Scott McDermott, yesterday." Extending her hand, he took it.


    "Yea, how can I help you today?"


    "I came to see how your night went. Anything unusual?"


    She pulled a pad and pencil from her back pocket. Waiting, she ignored his exasperated expression. He did not have time for this. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out his Menthols. Lighting one it was now his turn to ignore her frown.


    "I didn''t stay last night. Also, I told your partner everything. It was a bear attack. Case closed."


    "How do you know it was a bear? Were you there on that night?" She placed her hands on her hips and arched a brow.


    Milo shook his head and walked past her, bumping into her accidentally.


    "Sorry ma''am. I don''t enjoy being accused of what you''re implying, I have to start my day. As far as I''m concerned a family of bears ransacked that camp."


    "Even you don''t believe that. I can see it on your face."


    Milo took a long drag from his cigarette. He stood by his driver door and glance back at her. She was still on the platform, arms folded across her chest. He''d be a liar to say he didn''t gawp at her breast.


    "Even if I don''t, it has nothing to do with me. Again, you guys closed the case."


    Fishing for his keys he didn''t notice her walk over to the passenger side.


    "Isn''t it your job to conserve the environment, its animals, and people as a Ranger?" Elaina pulled at his door handle, locked.


    "Yes, but when people do dumb things, like anger wildlife, that calls for common sense not a Park Ranger." Milo observed her yank the handle again. Still locked. Sighing he put his cig out on the front tire.


    "What are you doing?"


    "Coming with you. You know the park better than anyone here. All we need to do is find these ''bears''." Her tone left no room for argument, pissing milo off.


    He glared at her and she matched it, hand twitching on the door handle.


    "Excuse me, are you dense? What part of case closed do you not understand? Don''t you have real crimes to deal with? Murder? Thieves? Assault?"


    "This is murder and there are still unanswered questions. I intend to find them! I also intend to book you for assaulting an officer on duty!" Elaina yelled the latter with a sneer.


    "Bullshit, you were in my way!"


    "...So that''s ground for assault?"


    "It was an accident! Christ lady, is this how all your interactions go?"


    Unbridled anger seized Milo as he stared down at the detective. Who does she think she is demanding things of him? Milo watched her mouth open to spew more garbage. Before she could tires crunched on gravel, catching their attention.


    He turned around as a car pulled up beside him. Inside a couple and two young children. The kids were crying and the woman, he assumed the wife, was doing her best to console them. Staring at Milo the man opened his car door and stood halfway out of it. The children''s cries grew louder.


    Milo resisted the urge to cry out in frustration. Forming the best smile he could muster with the current situation he greeted them. "Hello, I''m Ranger Halifax, can I do for you?"


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    The man looked flustered. Sweat pouring from under his Longhorns cap and trickled down his face. His eyes shifted around wildly.


    ''We-we were hiking the Deadman''s Trail. We noticed another, figured we''d take a short detour then head back. Long story short Ranger, we found a bear, dead."


    "Not a problem sir, bears may pass from natural causes. I''ll go- "


    "It wasn''t no natural cause Ranger. That thing was mauled to shit! I''m a hunter. I know my animals and that bear had been an easy 600 lbs."


    Milo stared, dumbfounded by his words. Quickly he unlocked his truck and pulled out a coffee-stained map from his cup holder.


    "Show me exactly where you saw it." He slapped the map down on the car hood. The man scurried over and took Milo''s pen from his grasp.


    "Here. About half a mile from the trail. I''ll tell ya right now, anything that can do that to a black bear does not belong in this park!" Shaking his head he went back into his car. "Good luck Ranger."


    He snatched the map as the car lurched backwards. Watching them leave, he hopes the man doesn''t hit anyone on the way out. Looking at the map he examined the area. Something wasn''t right.


    "Bears don''t usually go here." He spoke loudly to himself, deep in thought.


    "So, still think its bears?"


    He looked up at the voice, instant displeasure on his face. "Get out of my truck!"


    Elaina acted as if she didn''t hear, instead pulling out her cell phone and dialed someone. Milo''s face sagged, mumbling a few words that''d make his mom turn in her grave, begrudgingly he got in. Ending her phone call she went to speak.


    "Ah, ah." My truck, my rules. Don''t touch anything. Sit and be quiet."


    Elaina smiled broadly as he backed out onto the road. "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot."


    "No shit, great observation. You must have been top of your class."


    Digging through the center console Milo pulled out a new pack of smokes. Elaina''s lips twisted, "Ya'' know, those aren''t good- "


    With no hesitation he cranked the volume up, drowning her out. The long drawn out note of a trumpet gave him goosebump. As far as Milo was concerned, there was no one in his passenger seat. Just him, his cig, and a sweet jazzy melody.


    *~*~*


    Arriving at the area he pulled the truck over to the side of the road. He never met a more frustrating woman. Having drowned out her unwanted questions with grunts and glares. She was closing the gap to the finish line with his ex-wife, and he wasn''t amused.


    "Here. You stay in the truck." Leaning back, Milo reached into his back seat and pulled out his rifle. A Hawkeye Alaskan, it''s saved his hide more times than he''d admit.


    "Do you think that''ll be suffice?" Elaina unbuckled her seatbelt.


    "Yes. I won''t be needing-What are you doing? I said stay in the truck!"


    "I have higher authority Halifax." She hopped out the truck.


    Milo started at her vacantly. He was over it. Getting out he made sure to slam the door. The half-mile trek through dense overgrown vegetation highlighted the lack of visitors. They would have almost missed the trail if he didn''t double check the map.


    He heard a click and saw Elaina check her mag. She nodded at him signaling she''s ready. The two stayed close together, despite the animosity. Fools they were not.


    For a state with little humidity, Milo was damp with sweat. Either that or his nerves were bad. He hated to admit it, but the situation had him rattled. However, Elaina was right. He does have a duty to the park and intended on upholding it.


    "Do you smell that?" Elaina put her nose to the air as she inhaled.


    Milo did the same, about to tell her no until he did catch something familiar: Berries. There was a slight off smell to it, but he recognized it.


    "We might be getting close." Unconsciously he picked up his pace. Curious to see what had the family frightened enough to leave so suddenly.


    Elaina kept her pistol drawn in front of her. It wasn''t long before black tuffs of fur began to present itself. Some still attached to fatty lumps of flesh. The fur made a haphazard zigzag through some thick brush not far ahead of them. Blood that coated the nearby foliage became more pronounced the closer they got. The bitter smell of berries increased. Reaching the brush Milo readied his rifle. Stepping through some parted brush, he gasped.


    An area of grass lay flattened. Milo observed a chunk of hide swaying on a tree limb. Blood extended up the nearby trunks, decorating them with bodily filth. Rich ruby red, standing out against the greenery. His breath hitched when he saw what remained of the black bear.


    Its head and chest were gone. He couldn''t spot it anywhere. Mangled intestines and shredded organs spilled out of what remained. Its right paw was also missing, the others chewed on. Milos tracked where the strong smell of berries was emitting, physically wincing at the bear scat spread around. Up close, the sharp odor of ammonia mingled in, concentrated where the head would be.


    "What. The. Fuck."


    Milo did a 360, taking in the scene. An intense battle happened here. Problem was he didn''t know between what. The black bear was the largest predator the park had. If this bear was around 600 lbs. like the man said...


    "The bear had to be running."


    Milo''s eyes cut to Elaina. She was walking around the area, pistol drawn. Her shoulders remained tense when she brought her weapon down, lips pursed together in a thin line. Her brows furrowed as she analyzed the scene.


    "It must have gotten ambushed back there, that would explain the blood trail."


    "If an animal can do this to a bear this size, I''m sure it would have taken it down during the ambush."


    They both looked at the trees again. The area was quiet. No birds, no critters nearby. If he listened carefully, Milo swore he heard Elaina''s heart pounding like his own.


    "Not if it was enjoying the hunt." Elaina turned toward him. She looked as she did when he saw her at the campsite: Analytical and anxious.


    "Let''s think about it. If I ambush a bear this size, get them running, I''m not going to end the hunt right there. Why would I? I''d rather relish in the chase. It''d give me an edge. A sense of power."


    Milo considered her words. What she said made sense. If taking out the largest predator here is a power move, that means...


    Milo cut his gaze to Elaina. She met his stare, and he realized they reached the same conclusion.


    "If I take out a bear this size, then what''s stopping me from taking out humans?" Dread filled Milo as he finished speaking. This wasn''t good.


    "We''ve got to close the park. Today." Elaina spoke in a clipped tone. Taking one last look around she headed back to the truck.


    Milo said nothing, agreeing for once. They had to get people out and soon. For the first time in his life, he wasn''t itching for his favorite stress reliever. Instead, he clutched his gun a little tighter.

 Sonic Coins

    Khalia groaned, burying her face deep in her pillow.


    "...Pillow?"


    Raising, she shuddered before crashing back down. If someone smashed a brick across her head, gagged her with barbed wire and lit her on fire, it''d feel like this. The sun was in full bloom as the rays came through, making the room glow with yellow vibrancy. Soft voices came from her open window which drew more confusion. Sitting up slowly she released a string of curses.


    Pain rocketed across her back. Sharp and throbbing, it pulsated with a life of its own. Luckily, she knew exactly what would help. Throwing the comforter off she swung her legs over the edge.


    "What in the..." Intrigue appeared on her face at the bruises covering her skin. Cuts covered her knees and feet. Contusions gathered around her ankles, calves, and thighs. The way they bunched looked like handprints.


    "Oh. Ohhhh."


    Realization shone in her eyes as fragments of last night came back. A smile tugged her lips. Reaching behind her she dragged her hand across her back. Multiple welts and cuts, still fresh, caused her to suck air harshly through her teeth.


    "Theo."


    He had hoisted her up by her ass and shoved her bare body against a tree. Teasing her clit with his cock before burying himself deep in her pussy. They moaned instantaneously. She tightened around his dick, gasping as he drew back and thrusted. She winced as the bark broke skin with every thrust. Moans played out like a symphony in the forest. The man was endowed, and she begged for every inch of it.


    He made her a submissive animal, and it was ecstasy. Wave after wave of  endless pleasure. They must have been out there for hours, at least it felt like hours. She recalled asking for a break, then darkness.


    "Well, that explains a lot." And she didn''t die last night either. Win-win.


    Yawning, pain zipped around in her mouth and down her throat. Another lovely reminder of Theo. Sighing, Khalia looked around, realizing he must have carried her back. She''ll have to thank him for that. Pushing off the bed she stood.


    "Son of a bitch!" Screaming, she crumpled on the floor. Pain vibrated between her thighs, and her pussy was throbbing, not in a good way.


    "Lord, please don''t let me walk funny."


    Pulling herself up Khalia was grateful she was the only one present. This was embarrassing. Taking baby steps, she hobbled to her bag on the floor. Clothes were scattered around and hanging over the bag. She didn''t recall the mess, but she also didn''t recall much after the shower.


    Pulling out gray leggings and a baggy black sweater, Khalia limped to the bathroom. She didn''t need them to ask questions. Luckily, she didn''t run into Marcus on the way. A twinge of guilt gnawed at her soul. Just a twinge though, she regretted absolutely nothing.


    Locking the door, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Instantly she wanted to cry. Her kinky coils were matted and filled with knots, sticking out in every direction. Looking closer she saw bits of mud and leaves. Her lips swollen and tainted magenta; small bruises lined her jawline and chin. The most shocking were the purple and blue splotches on her throat. Extending her neck, she noticed they formed a large hand.


    "Oh, come on!" Khalia groaned. There was no hiding this one. Her shoulders sagged and she limped into the shower. Hoping for no more surprises she let the water cascade down her body.


    "OW! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" Jumping from the warm water Khalia gritted her teeth harshly. Looking down a stabbing pain arose, and a frustrated moan escaped her. There was a wound on her tattoo. Upon closer inspection she saw multiple holes with crusted blood around them. The blood loosened pressure and ran down her legs. Studying further the gnarly site of it made her skin crawl.


    It wasn''t like your average love nip. The canines were huge, along with the other teeth marks. It was clean cut, not jagged. He did it right over the face of the wolf. Causing the eye to appear gouged out and the grin spotted. Bringing a hand up to her head, she slowly rubbed her scalp.


    "I need a blunt."


    *~*~*


    It was a while until the sun touched her skin again. A sudden wardrobe switch left her wearing a white long sleeved turtleneck crop top. She was thankful it made it into the duffle because questions weren''t necessary today. Lucking out with a first aid kit in the bathroom, she dressed the bite wound as well. Now, she was ready to socialize.


    They had gathered around the Bears Den fire pit. Trinity had her hair pulled back in a ponytail; ocean blue eyes focused on the pot mixing over the fire. Jay and Joey were gathering more wood by the tree line while Alexa and Marcus chatted on a log. Both had cups in their hands and didn''t notice her.


    Curiously she glanced over at Theo''s cabin. The blinds on the windows stayed close and the Tahoe didn''t look moved recently. The mess around the campfire was clean. Leaving no trace of the previous night shenanigans. Concluding that he was sleeping, she smirked. Reveling in the fact that she was the reason.


    "Ooouu! Good morning sunshine or should I say afternoon!" Alexa gleamed. Standing up she walked over to the cooler, tossing a water to Khalia before returning to her seat. She curled her lip at knowing she slept in so late.


    Catching the bottle she moved to sit next to Marcus, hoping that her limp wasn''t too obvious. Instantly he stood, not sparing her a glance and mumbled to Alexa. They watch him toss his cup in the fire, then head over to the guys. Khalia frowned.


    "Look who''s finally awake." Trinity, grabbing a towel, wrapped it around the pot. Removing it, she sat it down a few feet from the fire to cool. Walking over, she took Marcus''s spot in-between Khalia and Alexa. A wicked glint was in her eye and a knowing smile on her lips.


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    "First, why are you walking like that? Second, did y''all use a safe word?" Trinity clasped Khalia chin, giving it a shake.


    "Ah, stop! What have you heard?" Swatting her hand away she downed the rest of her water before crunching up the bottle.


    Alexa snickered, "Marcus told us that Theo asked to talk to you alone. By talk he made sure to hip thrust the air. By how you look, lie detector confirms...he was telling the truth."


    The women cackled at their discomfited friend. Khalia knew this wasn''t going to die. A heavy sigh left her. Shrugging, she brought her hand up and yanked down the turtleneck. Squeals resounded in the clearing causing the nearby birds to take flight. The men turned in their direction then went on with their own conversation.


    "Spill. Now." Trinity crossed her legs.


    "Honestly, I can''t remember much. I know we smoked; I was so fucked up."


    "So were we. You don''t see Joey''s handprint embedded on my throat."


    "Tell him to do better." She smirked when Alexa rolled her eyes.


    "If Jay sees that he''ll freak."


    "Keep my brother out my sex life please."


    "Sweetie," Trinity rested her hand on Khalia''s leg, face feigning concern, "You''re walking with a limp."


    "Oh shit, that''s why Marcus is all moody! He didn''t the Punani-Dasani first?" Alexa looked at Marcus gathering wood by himself. Occasionally staring  off into the forest before continuing.


    "You''re so annoying and no. Marcus left on his own, then we went to Theo''s spot."


    "Aww, fucking under the stars, how romantic." Trinity swooned.


    Again, Khalia rolled her eyes at the hopeless romantic. "Yea I don''t think I''d have so many cuts and bruises if it were romantic."


    "What happened there?" Alexa pointed at her abdomen where the bandage was.


    I-I think he bit me. Trust me with how it looks, I should remember it."


    "Y''all some freaks." Alexa chuckled.


    "Pfft, anyway have you guys seen him? I need to thank him for carrying me."


    "Carried you! Awwe!" Trinity clasped her hands together making Khalia snort.


    "No, we haven''t seen him. Still sleeping?" Alexa stood up, dusting off her Denim shorts.


    "Come on, let''s go knock. We can invite him to eat. See if he fancies soggy bacon and Great Value Mac and Cheese."


    The two ladies laughed. Mumbling curses, Khalia hobbled after them. Reaching Theo''s cabin, they stepped onto the porch.


    "Do you smell that?" Trinity wrinkled her nose.


    The air around the porch had a heavy-duty funk to it. Like driving pass a landfill in mid-thaw spring. A mixture of rotten eggs, feces, and ammonia. A hint of moldy vegetation too lingered about. Alexa gagged and Khalia covered her nose. Trinity walked off the porch, dry heaving. The other two joined her. This was not an everyday stench. Khalia soon felt a hand on her back, then a good shove.


    "You go knock, he''s your stinky man." Alexa waved her hand in front of her face.


    "He''s not my man and he doesn''t stink!"


    "Well, you''ve claimed him for this week, so go knock."


    Khalia sucked her teeth before heading back to the door. Hesitating she knocked lightly.


    Nothing.


    She knocked again, this time louder.


    Still nothing.


    Khalia put her hand on the knob. Hearing the click of the latch releasing she started pushing the door in.


    "What can I do for you ladies?"


    The women screamed. Khalia flinched violently, jumping and looking at the voice. Theo stood behind them. An unsympathetic expression blanketed his face as he watched the three. They squirmed under his gaze, searching for the words to get them out of this confrontation. A pressure seemed to come down on them after his arrival.


    Khalia released the knob and sprinted down to him. He wore only black sweats that sagged around his hips. She made a mental note that he exercises without drawls. His body sheened, sweat cascading down into the defined curvatures of his abdomen. His hair was wet, clinging to his neck and the sides of his face. Unconsciously she scratched at the bandage over her tattoo.


    "I-Uh, thank you. Do you eat food?"


    A loud snort came from behind her. Alexa covered her mouth and tapped Trinity on the shoulder. Taking the hint, they scooted past Khalia. Giving Theo a quick nod and smile they ran back to their campsite laughing. Theo arched his brows then looked back at Khalia.


    "Ha, I mean would you like to join us? We''re about to eat some Easy Mac. Also, thank you so much for getting me back to the cabin."


    Theo stared then gave her a warm smile. "No thank you Lia. I already ate. Let me apologize, are you hurt? I seemed to have gotten carried away."


    His gaze went to her wound.


    "Oh, um, no, it''s fine. I liked it."


    He laughed at that. It was dry and sounded almost hollow. Reaching out he captured her chin with his thumb and forefinger. She inhaled sharply when he glided his thumb across her swollen lips. Studying her face, she wondered what he was thinking.


    "Thank you...for reminding me who I was." Leaning down he planted a chaste kiss on her forehead. Then on her lips where he stayed. His free hand tugged at the fabric around her neck.


    "Don''t ever hide what I made you beg for." Giving one last peck to her lips he walked by and headed inside his cabin. Enamored by what took place, she ignored the putrid smell that wafted out the open door.


    "Khalia!"


    Startled she turned around to see Jay jogging over. He gawked at Theo''s cabin. His face held a bit of caution. Khalia could tell something was on his mind but didn''t feel up to pressing him.


    "Sup?"


    "Gah-damn it smell like shit over here! Come on, Distraction Day has commenced. The guys and I are going to set up."


    Khalia watched his eyes rake over her face, then neck, and finally her abdomen. Extending his hand, she flinched at the pressure he applied to her bandage and stepped back. A reddish-brown color began to form, and she realized she''d have to change it soon.


    "...What did he do to you?"


    "Nothing I didn''t beg for."


    "Jay grimaced, "You''re fucking nasty."


    Laughing she shoved him back towards camp. Giving a last look behind her she jumped, seeing Theo in the window, a smirk plastered on his face. For once his eyes weren''t on her. Instead, she followed his gaze to the clearing. There was Marcus seated on top a picnic table. Her heart leapt when she saw his fixed stare. Like the latter, it wasn''t focused on her. A sigh slipped while she watched the men glare daggers at each other.


    "Three more days of this shit."

 Heres To Love

    As the day progressed the sun dipped behind the western tree line. Vehicles drove in and out of the park leisurely. Oblivious to the ominous energy that overshadowed the area. Milo sat in his truck, idling not too far from the main entrance. A hushed feminine voice filtered in through the open windows. Absentmindedly, he watched Elaina pace back and forth in front of the hood.


    Elaina''s nose crinkled and her brows furrowed deeply. She was on her fourth phone call and judging by her expressions, the news wasn''t good. A scowl formed. Her hushed tone grew, teetering on becoming a yell. When she yanked the phone away from her ear, Milo knew they lost.


    Quickly he pretended to shuffle through his own phone as she headed to the passenger seat. Sighing heavily when she slammed his truck door. He didn''t recall her name being on the title.


    "So," Elaina turned to face him, "We have no authority to close the park. Especially due to nature taking its course." She used air quotations to emphasize the last four words.


    "There was a murder here yesterday!"


    "You mean bear attack?" Elaina sighed heavily. "The autopsy reports were received. It''s ruled non-homicide. Words from my Director: If I don''t want to get reprimanded, I should stop wasting time and resources."


    Milo threw the head against the headrest. His face held a look of defeat, but his eyes still a glimmer of hope. They''d spent all morning trying to convince the governor to close the cape temporarily. Hell, they even asked the National Park Director. Every attempt was met with hang ups or criticism.


    "What do we do now?"


    He turned to the sound of Elaina''s voice. Her face was stoic, eyes showing apathy. A frown graced his face. This was not the same spitfire from earlier. Albeit Milo was enjoying the quietness, this just wasn''t a time to sulk.


    "We continue to do our jobs. I''ll go warn people. You can do the same or you can go back to your department. I''ll stay at the station tonight. Hopefully, I can catch who or what is behind this."


    "I''ll join you tonight. McDermott can handle the reports. He owes me."


    "I don''t think that''s a good idea."


    "You can''t honestly say investigating by yourself is a good idea? We both saw the carnage out there." Elaina sat up straighter in her seat. Her eyes followed Milo''s movements as he lit a cigarette. Milo sighed.


    "Why do you insist on helping? Before you stated it was because of suspicion but there''s got to be more. You''re a detective. I''m sure you have other cases to solve. One''s like these, they don''t even get a five-minute segment on the news."


    Milo spoke softly and genuinely. His goal wasn''t to sass or condescend, he was curious about her investment. While the park wasn''t a stranger to instances, it was strange for federal officers to prolong a closed investigation. Elaina was silent as she studied Milo''s face. He watched her eyes dart around rapidly, an internal conflict evident.


    "I just- I just do, okay? Those people were elderly. They could have just retired. Possibly celebrating their anniversary for all we know. Whatever the case, I''m sure they didn''t want to die. You don''t go on vacation expecting to be slaughtered. It''s not right, it just isn''t Halifax."


    "Life isn''t -"


    "Fair. I know that bullshit clich¨¦." She turned away to look at the passing vehicles. Milo''s gut boiled. He knew she was leaving something out but decided not to pry further. A peaceful silence settled in the truck.


    "Ya know, with the amount you smoke you''ll be dead soon. Ten years tops."


    ...And there it went. Milo grunted before shifting the truck into drive.


    "Where are we going?"


    "Back to my place. Since I can''t get rid of you I need items for tonight."


    "I bet you say that to all the ladies."


    "You''re a pest, not a lady."


    It rolled off Milo''s tongue so nonchalantly that he snickered when she gasped. She glared at him. Giving a last look at the park he''d hope no one would notice him missing for a while.


    "Huh?"


    His brow quirked up when he spotted the group he almost hit. They lounged in a small rest area. Two of the women stood near the rear passenger seat of Nissan. The door rested open, and the third woman, the druggie, was rummaging through the vehicle. He recalled their cabins weren''t far from the mutilated bear. He''d have to stop by  tonight and convince them to keep inside or leave the park.


    "What size life jacket do you wear?"


    *~*~*


    Khalia scarfed down a handful of beef jerky, savoring the meaty treats. Luckily, Jay left his bag in the backseat Even though they had eaten at camp, she felt ravenous. Her stomach released a rumble and she poured the crumbs into mouth. Trinity and Alexa nibbled on the morsels they could get. Alexa chuckled.


    "Girl, you need to quit smoking." Alexa started walking towards an empty picnic table. Khalia and Trinity followed her. The quiet chatter of other conversations created a soft hum in the area. Taking a seat Khalia rolled her eyes while pulling out her Dab pen. Hearing Alexa suck her teeth caused her to sneer.


    "Khalia I''m serious! I know its harmless and people say you can''t be addicted but, baby girl, you''re constantly high. If you need to be altered 24/7 you have a problem. Like when was the last sober day you had, and I mean from everything?"


    Khalia''s grin rapidly faded realizing her bestie was, in fact, quite serious. Feeling her ears get hot she narrowed her eyes.


    "I''m not fucking high all day and bitch, the only other thing I do is trip and roll. Why the fuck did you even bring this up? We were having a good time."


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    "You had a blunt in the cabin, a joint before we left, and you''re hitting your pen in the car! I brought it up because you not about to be high around me all the time. I only see you once a year. I wouldn''t be surprised if you got pills in your Acid in your bag."


    Khalia''s mouth hung slightly a gap. Regaining her composure, she gritted her teeth. Bringing her hand up she slapped it on the table, startling a group passing by.


    "Yes or no did you take a hit from this?" She held up her green Pen.


    "I did bu-"


    "Aht! That is the pot calling the kettle black bitch."


    Alexa groaned in frustration.


    "That hit will last me a long while. You need pace yourself. We''re here for a week. What''re you going to do when you run out?"


    Trinity watched the two, shaking her head, she scoffed.


    "Y''all sure you''re not frenemies? When did I become a babysitter?"


    "Well Ms. Expert, if I run out I guess I''ll have to ask Joey to spot me."


    "I made Joey quit two weeks ago."


    "Made? Bet. We''ll see how long that lasts. You should focus on being his partner and not his mother. Cater to your man like Destiny said."


    "Oh, fuck you! You don''t even have a man! Being a fucking cum dump for a damn stranger! I bet you didn''t even use protecting! The respect you have for yourself is gutter level Lia! We''re 25 now, grow the fuck up!" Alexa shouted. A few people turned in their direction.


    "Okay guys knock it off! We left the guys to catch up, not argue about dumb shit! Come on, it''s the second day! You have three more days together." Trinity exasperated.


    Khalia pursed her lips together before slowly nodding. Her body held ridged but, in her mind, she slapped the shit out of Alexa, twice. Alexa nodded too but gave Khalia a look signaling the conversation wasn''t over.


    "Anyway, when are you and Jay getting married? You two already have all the requirements." Alexa quipped, turning her body to face Trinity.


    Trinity let a soft smile grace her face. Khalia noticed her pupils dilating at the thought of him.


    "I don''t know. Sometimes I think we don''t have to be married. I mean, we''ve been together for ten years now. Really there''s no rush, right?"


    Khalia choked on air and Alexa''s eyes bulged.


    "Trinity, who cries at proposal videos, doesn''t want rush?" Alexa scoffed.


    "Trinity, who googles the ending to romance movies, doesn''t have to be married?" Khalia added.


    "Trinity, who swooned hours ago over me fucking under the stars, doesn''t-"


    "Okay, okay!" Trinity giggled, throwing her hands up in defeat.


    "My record says otherwise. I just think we''re incredibly happy either or. If he does propose, I''ll be ecstatic. If he doesn''t, I''ll still be happy. When I''m with him life''s good. Enough of me, I want to hear all the juicy shit. Get spilling."


    Khalia stared thoughtfully at her future sister-in-law while her and Alexa laughed. Hours rapidly passed as they discussed life events. Alexa boasted of her job promotion and their new home. Trinity had one more semester to complete for her BSN. She and Jay were planning to move to Hawaii, news Khalia frowned at every time it was brought up.


    She also had nothing to update them on. Having gotten a degree in accounting, Khalia was lucky to find a job hiring in her hometown. Enjoying the luxury of hitting the mountain trails or going white water rafting on a whim. She wouldn''t say her life was mundane, maybe stagnant.


    "So," Trinity hyper focused her gaze on Khalia, "If Theo wasn''t at the cabin, would you have fucked Marcus last night? Be honest."


    "Oh wow, sudden change of topic there. Um, yes, yes I would have. Only because I wouldn''t have to see him after." She admitted.


    Alexa scoffed, "That''s mean."


    "How? It''s exactly what I''m doing to Theo."


    "Don''t lie. You know damn well you''re going to give Theo your number." Trinity gave her that all knowing look again.


    "Speaking of," Alexa stood up, "We should head back now. The sun is almost gone, and I bet they''re wondering where we are."


    Khalia and Trinity nodded in agreement, and they headed to the SUV. Absentmindedly, Khalia scratched at her wound again, the relief making her sigh. Her thoughts drifted to Marcus and Theo as she made-up scenarios in her head. She wanted to see herself with Marcus, but something pulled her to Theo. A beacon, he blazed brightly and the thought of losing him in the dark gave her heart spasms. Simply standing on his presence made her question her morals.


    Oh fuck, I''m not in love, am I? I don''t even know this guy. Plus, he ruined my tattoo...I could use that to see him again? Yea...see my...master.


    *~*~*


    The drive back to camp was short. Khalia and Alexa opted on distracting Trinity with a white lie, having her search the back seats for Jay''s "missing" wallet.


    "Are you sure it''s back here?" Laying down in the back Trinity extended her arm under the front seats.


    "I think so. He said he left it in here yesterday."


    Alexa covered her mouth to stop the laughter. Khalia came to a stop on the side of the Wolfs Den cabin. Trinity''s patience was now nonexistent.


    "This man I swear Li-."


    Khalia watched Trinity''s face twist in confusion when she saw Jay. He was standing at ease with a smile on his face in front of the Murano. The three got out with Khalia and Alexa falling to the wayside. Jay took Trinity''s hand and guided her to Bear''s Den. Following behind Khalia softly gasped as she stared at the Bears Den cabin.


    A thick yet delicate red banner hung across the cabin porch. Gold fringes wrapped around the border of the banner, giving it a regal appearance. Lights wrapped around the posts, emitting a warm yellow glow, emblazoning the banner. Trinity''s attention was captured by the embroidery on the hanging fabric.


    "Trinity...will you be my Mrs. Schaffer?" She spoke the words slowly.


    Spinning around, Jay was kneeling on one knee, a smile on his face as he gazed at the woman who had his heart. The ring in his hand quivered.


    "Yes! Yes! Yes!"


    Khalia whistled when Jay scooped Trinity into his arms. Claps and cheers rung out when she kissed him. Joey walked to the pit as darkness was creeping in. Throwing down logs he hollered,


    "Let''s celebrate!"


    Like the previous night they gathered around the fire. Trinity, excited by day''s outcome, designated herself bartender, much to Khalia''s despair. It wasn''t long before the feel-good buzz hit the friends. In Khalia''s haze she glanced at Theo''s cabin. His silhouette moved slowly as it left the porch. Blood rushed to her groin and her clit began to throb. Excitedly she got up, moved by her lustful temptations.


    "I''ll be right back guys. My mas-Theo is-"


    "When? Tomorrow? Don''t expect us to wait for you." Marcus mocked. She heard the bite in his tone.


    Khalia staggered while rolling her eyes. Walking up she jabbed a finger in his shoulder. "You and I are talking later. I''m getting sick of your shit."


    The rest of the gang let out a chortle of "Ohs", but she was already jogging in Theo''s direction. A sharp pain in her side made her fall, but rough hands picked her up.


    "Ready to call me Sir?"


    She slightly hoped Marcus wouldn''t see past the fire. If he did, he''d see Theo sweep her off her feet and carry her into the dark once more.

 Last Thing I Do

    Marcus stirred, rolling around in his bed. The covers lay angled around his legs. The night was humid. He had opened the window before going to bed, but the draft seemed to be avoiding him. Sticky sweat coated his body, soaking into the sheet under him. He felt like a pig on a spit roast.


    The final straw was a thin line of sweat trickling down from his hairline into his ear. Sitting up he sighed while swinging his legs over. Marcus headed towards the bathroom. On the way he passed Khalia''s room. Her door was open, and the bed remained untouched.


    After she jogged after that sewer rat, Theo, she never returned. They had waited, but she never showed up. Jay was intent on going after her in his drunken stupor, but Trinity refused.


    Stating, " Lia will never forgive you for seeing her face down ass up guys!"


    The whole ordeal had riled him, and he excused himself for the night. Lying in bed, room spinning, worried about someone who could care less. The previous night had him in the same predicament.


    *~*~*


    Theo had stood in the doorway, in all his disgusting nakedness carrying Khalia. Blood from her naked body dripped on the floor, filling the awkward silence. Dirt smeared on both. She was asleep, face turned in his shoulder. The view shocked him, forever burned into his mind.


    Theo said nothing to Marcus when he spotted him. A sneer etched on his face as he proceeded to Khalia''s room. The way he tossed her onto her bed caused her head to strike the nightstand. Marcus hissed at the impact and recoiled at seeing her exposed body. The action elicited a callous chuckle from Theo. Reaching down he clutched her right breast, giving it a shake. Marcus glared when he dragged his tongue lazily across her nipple. Sliding his other hand down to her pussy, where fingers made harsh entry.


    "Marcus, Marcus. You have a better chance of fucking her while she''s asleep. Do you want a taste? Of course you do pervert. Don''t worry, it''ll be our secret." After a few thrust he removed his hand, licking the sheen off his fingers.


    Marcus clenched his fist, an infuriated sigh left him. How could he suggest a thing! The urge to strangle Theo buzzed at his fingertips. However, like a deer in headlights, he couldn''t move. A pressure weighed heavy on his shoulders, straining down on his knees. That sickened him more than Theo''s actions. He couldn''t defend her honor, no matter how badly he wanted too.


    "So you want to watch is that it?"


    *~*~*


    Splashing water on his face Marcus shook his head, trying to expel the memory. Glancing in the mirror above the sink, he stared at his blurry reflection. Tomorrow, he''ll tell her what he did. Granted, he should have when he saw her limping out the cabin this morning. Jealously was a terrible thing.


    Determined, he shook his hands free of water. Walking back to his room he frowned. His nostrils felt singed when the rancid smell infiltrated them. Cursing, Marcus looked towards the window. The curtains fluttered, the draft he had been waiting for finally made its way into the room.


    Skipping over Marcus slammed the window shut. A audible bang pierced the cabin. The ladies had mentioned yesterday how badly Theo''s cabin smelled. They had been adamant about not going past there for the remainder of the trip. He pondered for a moment if Khalia was in there.


    Picking up his glasses from the nightstand he slipped on a brown hoodie and black shorts. Once dressed he slinked out into the night, admiring the bright stars from the porch. The moon was full, bathing the area in an eerie light. It seemed reminiscent of a movie he saw. A breeze caressed his right cheek, dragging the stench along with it.


    Looking over to the left, Marcus made out the silhouette of Bear''s Den. He imagined their windows had to closed. No way they''d be sleeping with this smell. Mustering up courage he left the porch, dawdling over to Theo''s cabin. Taking deliberate steps, he avoided what twigs he could make out in the light. If Theo was in the cabin, Khalia would be as well.


    With every step the smell became more pronounced. By time Marcus reached the porch he pulled his hoodie up over his nose. Trying his best not to heave. Avoiding the stairs he grabbed one of the railings and pulled himself over. Being silent he crept over to one of the windows.


    The blinds skewed his view, and what little he saw showed no movement. With breakneck speed Marcus found himself at the door. Grasping the knob, he became aware of how fast his heart was pounding. His hands were slick with sweat and doubt formed in his mind.


    A loud rustling caught his attention. Coming from his far left, the direction Khalia went earlier. Turning the knob, disbelief went across his face when the latch clicked, and it opened. Rushing in, he exhaled when it shut behind him. Tears welled in his eyes with the fumes of funk.


    He kept his mouth shut, for fear of tasting the vile odor. It was time to pull his hoodie up again. Deciding not to turn on the lights, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. Regret flashed briefly. He had to dig through Khalia''s things for this lighter. He would present it to her like Theo had, and she would swoon over his consideration.


    Damn that''s pathetic. I can''t wait for this trip to be over.


    Sparking it, the orange glow erupted. He was only able to see a few inches in front of him, noticing the layout was the same as the others. Marcus hesitated at every squeaky floorboard he encountered. Waving the flame around he caught a glimpse of his surroundings. Then extinguished the flame to save his burning thumb. Happening once more until he reached the bedrooms and bathroom. The smell, now unbearable. He tried his best to stifle the cough wanting to escape.


    Muddled dark blotches and smears covered the floors and walls. They increased in size the closer he got to the last bedroom. The doorknob and base of the door caked in the same substance. Holding up his lighter he studied it further, wheels slowly turning.


    Marcus felt his stomach knot. An uneasiness befell him, and his heart pounded his ribcage. Extinguishing his light again, he put his sleeve over the encrusted knob and turned.


    "K-Khalia?"


    He wasn''t quite sure what he expected to see on the other side. He hadn''t seen Theo yet. Slithering his hand against the wall he cringed at the tacky substance. It reminded him of glue that hadn''t completely dried. Resisting the urge to wipe it on his shorts he continued for the light switch. Flipping it Marcus shielded his eyes from the bright light. Blinking a few times he looked up.


    Now, regret wasn''t something he dwelled on. He can count all his regrets on one hand. He lived his life how he pleased. Thus, when his eyes registered the scene before him, he added to his list.


    In the center of a busted bed frame lay a blood-soaked bed. The blood aged the mattress. On it a discolored mass of bloated flesh, entangled upon itself. Flies buzzed around his head, and he flinched when beetles scuttled across his shoes. Various limbs, he assumed they use to be limbs, dangled off the bed. Being held together by thin drying pieces of skin. He couldn''t see a head or heads, certain that there was more than one body there.


    This time the bile didn''t stop. Doubling over he vomited, not caring that he got his shoes in the process. Tears rolled down his face as he expelled everything from earlier that day. After a few dry heaves he wiped the saliva off his chin.


    "Fuck!"


    Panic kicked in as Marcus''s flight or fight vamped up. Turning he ran, slipping on his own vomit in the process. Images of the deceased flashed over mind. He didn''t know how long those bodies were there. They looked unrecognizable as once living people.


    Dashing through the living area Marcus took a tumble, eyes blinded by the change. Cursing, he got back up. Bursting through the front door he jumped off the porch, stumbling when he hit the ground. His mind went blank and his body moved on pure adrenaline.


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    The air felt good against his hot skin. He had to get away, he had to wake the others. Reaching the Bear''s Den, a desperate cry escaped him when he realized the door was locked.


    "Get up! Wake up! Guys!"


    With every word Marcus pounded against the door. A bloodcurdling howl echoed through the clearing. It stopped him briefly and he turned. When he saw the blurry landscape, his lungs seized.


    My glasses! Fuck, my glasses!


    "Shit! Shit! Open the fucking door! Alexa! Jay!"


    Marcus''s voice trilled. A prickly sensation skirted his spine when the rapid crunching of grass filled the clearing. A snarl erupted, closer than the howl. Closing his eyes, he prayed for someone to open the door. Abruptly, the hair on the back of his head started to flutter. A warm lick of air tickled the back of his neck.


    Inhaling sharply his body froze and he felt cold, all the warmth pooling in his groin. Liquid dripped on the planks and the sharp aroma of ammonia filled the air. A growl pulsated through his right ear. It came out in chuffed breaks, almost like laughter. Marcus closed his eyes again. This was it. He was done. Now to wait for the final blo-


    "What the fuck bro!"


    Joey scowled at Marcus. Marcus turned around, seeing nothing but the blurry landscape like before. With no hesitation he shoved the groggy Joey aside. Slamming the door, he locked it.


    "What the hell is going on!"


    Alexa strolled out of her bedroom. Her face showed annoyance, until she spotted Marcus. Concern bloomed as she stared at her cousin and took in his appearance. He shook uncontrollably, if the others could smell fear they''d be overwhelmed with his. Hearing the commotion, Trinity emerged wiping sleep from her eyes.


    Joey waved a hand near his nose. He had stunk up the place in seconds. Stepping by him Joey went to open a window. Lunging Marcus gripped his shoulder, making Joey wince.


    "Bro what the fuck is wrong with you!"


    "Don''t open anything!"


    Joey shoved Marcus off him. Stumbling he fell to the ground where he stayed. Black curls filled his vision as Alexa ran over and kneeled over him. She coughed and covered her nose.


    "Marcus, what''s going on? Where are your glasses? Why are you covered in piss!"


    "Where''s Khalia Marcus?"


    Jay, now awake, stared at the door. Trinity cast him a worried look.


    "H-he, shit man! Bodies, the motherfucker killed people! And that, that thing! We gotta go. Now!"


    Marcus panted, close to spiraling back into panic. Trinity shifted closer to Jay so that their arms were touching. Her voice wavered,


    "What do you mean bodies?"


    Marcus knew he had to get himself together if they were going to escape. Taking deep breaths, he started again.


    "Khalia, she never came back to the cabin. I got worried so I went to Theo''s cabin to see if she was there." He ignored the eye roll and scoff from Joey.


    "The smell, it was bad. Real fucking bad. When I checked the bedroom..."


    He felt his eyes glaze over, mind taken back to the cabin.


    "I shouldn''t. I shouldn''t have turned on the lights. I shouldn''t have left- fuck. Fuck! There''s bodies in his cabin, in the bedroom. We have to go."


    "Tsk. Is this a fucking joke? This has to be a joke! We all know you got a hard on for Khalia dude. Fuck, we''ve noticed it the last few years. You think crying like a bitch is going to get you pussy bro?"


    "Joey! Knock it off!"


    "No! Alexa, we were all getting shitfaced hours ago. Now your dipshit cousin wants us to pity him. Because Khalia''s getting reamed by Theo! Fuck outta here!"


    "You think I pissed myself to get laid! You think I smell like shit cause I wanna bone? What the fuck man! Are you stupid? I''m telling the truth! Theo killed people!"


    The tension in the room thickened. Marcus jumped up, standing toe to toe with Joey, who wore a cocky grin.


    "Yes, I do. You''re mad cause you fucked up. You Marcus."


    Marcus looked with widen eyes, bewildered by Joey''s lack common sense. Joey turned away from him and beelined to the window, yanking it up.


    "See that, fresh air. What does that prove? That you''re a fucking liar Marcus. Get the fuck out our-"


    A guttural growl reverberated behind him. Marcus felt the hair on his arms stand up. The others in the room looked on, but not at him. Swiveling, Joey let out a gasp, stumbling to the floor. He scuttled back to the others.


    In the window was a beast. Its black wet snout pressed taunt against the flimsy window screen. Eyes bulging, it scanned every one of their faces. The lips pulled back into a snarl, showing its gnarly canines. Saliva foamed at the corners, dripping in copious amounts. The lights inside lit up just enough to show pools of inky black. No iris could be seen.


    Its stature was unknown. It stared at them a bit longer before slinking away, slipping back into the night. Abruptly something rocked the door, splintering the wood frame. A squelching noise followed after. Shock held the group in its grasp as they waited. Waited for another knock, another growl, anything.


    Finally, Trinity screamed. Alexa rushed to help Joey. Once on his feet, they tightly clung to each other while backing further away from the window. Jay kept his eyes on the window.


    "Fuck, fuck! I told you guys we had to go!"


    "You said Theo killed people! Not that there''s a fucking monster outside! Where are we going to go Marcus!" Alexa was screeching, all composure lost. Trinity ran to her bedroom, emerging quickly with her cellphone.


    "I''m calling the cops!"


    "The service out here is shoddy, the call might fail! Our best bet is to get in the car and get the fuck out here!" Joey''s voice boomed throughout the cabin.


    "You think that thing is going to just let us walk the fuck on outta here! You''re a fucking idiot Joey!"


    "Oh fuck you Marcus, this is your fault anyway!"


    "How the fuck is this my fault!"


    Marcus shoved Joey just when a loud pop echoed through the cabin. They all flinched and covered their ears. Looking around frantically his eyes landed on Jay. He stood disheveled in the doorway, having thrown on his clothes from earlier. The gun trembled slightly in his hand as he lowered it. Marcus found his breathing has stilled. A off-kilter whistle sung through the hole in the door.


    "I got to find my sister. Marcus you stay here with the girls, Joey you come with me."


    "Nah man, this isn''t an army drill. I''m not going outside that fucking door." Joey moved towards Alexa, who stood far from the windows.


    "Fine, stay here with the girls and get the cars running. If I''m not back before an hour, head to the ranger station."


    Marcus pursed his lips at the orders but nodded all the same.


    "I''m coming with you." Trinity rasped.


    "No. I won''t be able to rest, in life or death, if something were to happen to you. Stay here, watch the group, I''ll be back soon. "


    "No! I''m going to get dressed. Don''t leave without me."


    She caressed his cheek, giving him a kiss, before running to the bedroom. When Jay''s gaze found Marcus he already knew what was to come.


    "Don''t let her leave that room."


    A dejected look crossed his face. Nodding, Marcus scurried to the room Trinity went in and shut the door. Immediately thrumming filled the cabin. His knuckles turned white and his arm began shaking as he pulled.


    "Jay! Jay! Open the fucking door! Please! Please don''t go!"


    Behind him he heard Alexa release a sob. Jay struggled opening the door and he knew he succeeded when Joey yelled this time. The stench from earlier wrapped its hands around Marcus.


    "What the fuck is that!" Alexa cried out.


    Before anyone could answer, the front door slammed shut. Marcus slackened his grip, waiting another minute before letting go. Trinity threw the door open, rushing by she clipped his shoulder. Marcus hit the ground hard, groaning as he sat up.


    "Jay!"


    "He''s gone Trin. He said to wait." Moving to get up, he gasped when she shoved him back down.


    A barrage of slaps and punches soon rained down on him. Covering his face, he grunted when a nail caught his cheek, drawing blood.


    "You fucking coward! Bitch! Stupid fucking bitch!"


    "Trin stop!"


    The floor vibrated as Joey and Alexa stormed over. Trinity''s punches turned to kicks and Marcus curled into a ball. Between his fingers he saw Joey wrap his arms around her. Lowering his hands, Marcus sighed. Trinity squinted her eyes, sneering. Kicking, her foot clipped his chin. Marcus groaned as his head smacked the floor. He listened as the scuffling continued, his world going black.

 Cry For Me

    Khalia shivered when the cool breeze stroked her naked body. Rolling onto her back she opened her eyes. Seeing only darkness, it helped relieve the spinning in her vision. Groaning she them and cursed for getting to fucked up to function. Moving to sit up, a sharp pain pulsed within her body. Whimpering, she froze. Nothing stirred in the forest, its night melody having ceased sometime earlier.


    Taking a deep breath, she winced, but it brought enough clarity for her to ransack her memories. She recalled the proposal, the celebration, the impromptu smoke session with Theo, finally...


    Heat spread across her cheeks. His animalistic roughness continued to surprise her and greatly turned her on. Rubbing her legs together she sighed at the blooming arousal. The more she fantasized about him the slicker her pussy became.


    Speaking of...


    "Theo?"


    Craning her neck, she cried out at the stabbing pain that exploded in her clavicle. It sent her crashing back down to the ground. Shakily she raised her hand to the area, dragging it across a tacky mess. A gasp filled the air when she touched puncture wounds. She glided her fingers around the large circles that rested just above her right collarbone. They teetered dangerously close to her carotid artery. Hesitant to believe it, she pressed down firmly.


    "Ah fuck! Again?"


    The pain around the wound extended down her shoulder. Her awareness of it acting like a signal. When it reached her chest, her toes curled. Hugging her knees, she buried her face into them. A fire seemed to wrap around every organ. Constricting them until they burned to ash. No amount of tensing helped, and she found tears rimming her eyes. Adding insult to injury, her tattoo began to itch like mad.


    Waiting, she guessed 10 minutes passed before she unfurled her toes. Realizing her eyes weren''t going to adjust any further she sighed. The moon did little to break through dense trees. Khalia gritted her teeth as she went to stand, moving like a broken figurine.


    "Theo! Are you here?"


    Wasting no time for an answer she brushed the dirt and grime off her ass. The blanket the left from the previous night was gone. Dragging her foot across the ground she searched for her clothes. After a few frustrating minutes she groaned. No clothes, no phone, nothing. Anxiety bubbled in her stomach, but it dimmed compared to the rage. Draping an arm over her breast, she started in the direction of camp, at least she assumed.


    Using her other hand, she reached out, touching brush and trees. Her feet crunched over the fallen foliage, and she flinched violently when something crawled across her left foot. She vowed to cuss him out and smack him a good once or six. That is, if she finds her way back. She''s done many hikes in various degrees of weather. But never at night. She found it sinister to be alone in the woods at night.


    "Theo! What the hell? Give me my damn clothes back!"


    Khalia let out various grunts and groans while she stumbled throughout the forest. Trying her best not to face plant from raised roots.


    "Theoooo!"


    Khalia screeched his name till her throat went raw. She was aching all over and the constant stumbling wasn''t helping. In fact, it made her sluggish. After walking for ten more minutes, she stopped. Her breath came in quick pants as she leaned against a tree, flinching at a spiderweb.


    "H-hello! Theo!" Crying out his name one more time she tilted her head to the left. A voice.


    The anxiety she felt earlier raised its ugly head. Something was off, the voice sounded odd. She took a couple steps.


    "Let him go fucker!"


    "You''re a brave one!"


    "Trinity run!"


    That''s Jay!


    Khalia strained to hear more as she picked up her pace. She could hear the crashing of branches, the screams of her companions, and horrendous growling. Rounding a tree she shielded her eyes when a white light flashed. Her right foot hooked under a root, and she yelled when it popped. Pitching forward she hit the ground hard, groaning as the air left her lungs.


    "Fuck, fuck! I think its broken." Clenching her teeth she hissed before freeing her foot. Already she felt it swelling. Lightening sharp zaps traveled the length of her leg.


    The light remained on her. Under it she could see how filthy she was. Blood and dirt mixed with the sticky sweat that coated her. Ticks and other unsavory insects used her like a road map. The sight made her squeal and she rose to stand but collapsed again. This time the light bobbed and moved further away. Muffled voices came from its direction. It clicked to Khalia that it had to be a cellphone. Looking into the blinding light, her voice trembled, "Jay?"


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    The light twisted left and right.


    "....Trinity?"


    Again, left to right.


    Fear tickled her neck. Her eyes stung and her body trembled softly.


    "T-Theo?"


    It fell, plunging her back into darkness. Panic shot through her and she started crawling, ignoring the scraps and cuts to her extremities. Fanning out her hands she slid them across the ground. The voices grew louder the closer she came to when he once stood. When her hand grazed a hard plastic surface, she huffed.


    Relief briefly touched her. Dragging her hand across the device, excitement shot through her. It''s her phone. Picking it up she covered her face at the fresh onslaught of light. Frantically she rushed to turn it off. The blood on her screen made her flinch. Wiping it on her thigh she squinted. The camera was open, displaying her on the ground as a thumbnail.


    But I heard...


    Hesitantly, she swiped her thumb and Jays bloody face filled the screen. Gasping the phone fell from her hands. She held that pose, trembling, for a while. The phone screen stared at her. Leaning down she tapped the play button.


    Jay lay in a pool of blood. His clothing blending in with his shredded flesh. Jagged gashes covered his chest and arms. The skin on his arms were flayed, his legs exposing muscle and sinew beneath. The camera panned over every inch, making sure to capture the horror that she felt.


    Four deep lacerations went across his face. They crossed over his left cheek, exposing his gums. His left eye was ruptured, leaving the tissue dangling by a thin nerve. When he wheezed, blood squirted from the wounds.


    Khalia wanted to turn away but found herself paralyzed. This wasn''t her brother. This is a sick prank, it had to be. She observed Jay''s lone eye move erratically, stuck in a cycle of shock. Eventually it landed on her. Their eyes locked, and a strangled cry escaped her.


    The camera then panned up, showing a fleeing figure in the distance, before the view flipped. Theo stared back at her; a sardonic grin plastered on his face. His washed out his skin, highlighting the blood and bits of flesh that stuck to his bare chest.


    "Liaaa-Baby. If you''ve found this, you''re headed in the right direction."


    Shock stole her vocal cords.


    "Unfortunately, I couldn''t be there when you woke. Your brother came looking for you. By himself though, which is rather strange don''t you think? Aren''t you in the military Jay? This wasn''t very smart. Luckily, you have an amazing Fiancee."


    He looked away from the camera to stare down at her brother he assumed. His labored breathing had died down.


    No.


    "You humans, not the brightest. You especially, thankfully you''re a pretty bitch. By the time you make it back your friends should be dead. We''ll play it by ear Love."


    The video abruptly ended. Khalia stared dumbfounded at the screen until it cut to black. The only sounds that graced her ears were her sobs. Soon a high-pitched scream washed over the forest. It sent a tingle up her spine. Wiping her face with her arms she heard the cracking of branches.


    Twigs fell, one hitting her shoulder. Looking up she snatched her phone, crawling back just as the body fell from the tree above. With the light, Khalia took in the mangled corpse, the torn brown skin and low-cut fade. By the time she realized she was screaming, hysterics were in full bloom. Cries for help deafened the nearby area. Her brother...he''s dead...and there''s a beast in the forest.


    *~*~*


    "Do you think he found her? It''s been close to two hours now. What if he doesn''t come back?"


    Marcus groaned, bringing his hand up to his chin. The voices switched to a whisper.


    "Hear me out. Let Trinity go look for Jay. While she''s doing that, we take the car and go to the Station."


    "You saw how big that thing is. Plus, Theo is out there too! What is a Ranger going to do?"


    "With that beast you think Theo is still alive? Hell, one of those bodies could be his."


    "Even so, you want to leave our friends behind. That''s not right Joey!"


    "Oh, stop with the high and mighty shit! For all we know they''re dead. I''m not going to sit and wait to be ripped to shreds by fucking Cujo! We got to act and fast. Are you in babe? Please, I need you."


    "You''re suggesting we leave them while we run away? Do you hear yourself? Truly, this isn''t you!"


    "I don''t want to fucking die Alexa! This is about survival!"


    Marcus cringed in disgust. Fear and paranoia were getting to them and rational thought were now lost. His chin ached and someone brushed his shoulder as they walked by. His eyes twitched and he contemplated opening them. This nightmare it had to end eventually.


    "Shit! Alexa! She''s gone!" Joeys shrill voice jolted him. Shooting up he winced at the light.


    "What?"


    Joey barreled from out Trinity''s room, tripping over his own feet in the process.


    "She''s fucking gone!"


    "It got her!" Alexa hollered, running to Trinity''s bedroom.


    "No, I think she left on her own. Her windows open, the screens knocked out!"


    "When?"


    "I don''t fucking know! It''s been two hours!" Joey hollered before slamming his fist into the wall, knocking down portraits. He ran to the room he shared with Alexa. Marcus jumped off the couch when he emerged with the Jeep key.


    "We''re leaving! Now!"

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    When the group stepped outside, they were greeted by a cackling fire. The flames monstrous. Whoever was feeding the fire had remained undetected. Alexa clung tightly to Joey''s arm. Her nails dug into his flesh, leaving cuts that began to bleed. Joey didn''t seem to feel the pain and looked past the fire. It was pitch black.


    "No mistakes. Run for the Jeep."


    Marcus stood opposite Alexa. His arms hung limp at his sides. The thought of leaving the porch sent his knees knocking together. Goosebumps littered his body seeing Theo''s cabin. It was out there, watching them.


    "You and Alexa go first. I can''t see."


    "No, we''ll all make a run for the Jeep. The better our chances. Ready...run!"


    They bolted. Stumbling over each other in the process. Time moved painfully slow. Each step towards the car propelled by fear. Shadows cast by the flames slithered across grass, reaching the front of the Jeep. The rest of the vehicle lay in obscurity beside Bear''s cabin.


    Alexa was the first to reach. Sweat pouring down her face into her eyes. Marcus and Joey arrived seconds later. Joy hit the key fob, jumping into the driver seat. Alexa followed suit in the passenger and Marcus in the back.


    "Come on, let''s go!" Alexa hollered.


    Joey shakily inserted the keys in the ignition. Turning he waited for it to kick to life. Sputtering filled the night air. The Jeep roared to life before dying abruptly. Joey turned the key again. It didn''t turn over. Leaning, Alexa peaked at the dash while Joey tried over again.


    "What''s wrong, what''s the matter!"


    "I-I don''t know."


    "Guys I think-"


    Marcus looked outside. Sniffing, the bitter odor seared his nose. Amid the chaos he didn''t notice. Now it tickled his senses with an unsympathetic hand. Mocking him for his slip-up on something so obvious. The others watched him keenly, confused by his hesitancy. However, realization soon reached their eyes. Alexa spoke, her words faltering,


    "T-the gas? That''s gas."


    "Shit!" Balling his fist Joey slammed it against the window.


    "T-Theo is doing this! It''s him!"


    "What am I doing Marcus!"


    Alarmed by the pugnacious tone, they screamed. Joey all but jumped into Alexa''s lap. Marcus released the lock then gripped the door handle. He didn''t need his vision to tell who it was. Theo stood in front of the Jeep, silhouette aglow from the fire. They noticed his stark-naked form before the red liquid that covered it.


    Theo''s body shook with uninhibited laughter as he watched the three cower inside the vehicle, " Fear smells best in heavy quantities. Like a dense morning fog, intoxicating."


    Marcus stared nonplussed when Theo gripped his hardening cock, stroking it with soiled hands.


    "My lust for carnage has manifested that even I''m surprised at times. Never did I fathom that this would be my legacy. A man who lived lavishly, a man who conquered his desires with the same effort as breathing, would plummet so lowly as to prey on humans. Alpha to Pariah."


    "What- where''s Khalia!" Alexa screamed. Her hand pulled at the door handle with no avail. Theo tilted his head, a sneer spread across his lips.


    "On which occasion? After I fucked her or after I killed Jay?" Genuine laughter as he gazed at their stupefied expressions. Once again, Marcus saw brown eyes become black.


    "If I can''t surrender unto the blissful wonders in life, why should you? If I can''t return home, why should you? If I''m to be a discarded plebeian...so should you."


    An unnerving smile spread across his chapped lips as he drowned in his nonsense.


    "If this is to be my death sentence, I vow to not serve it alone."


    When he took a step forward, Marcus threw open door. Alexa followed suit, pulling the lock on hers.


    "Don''t! He can''t get us in the car!" Joey hollered, snatching her arm to keep her still.


    "I can''t?"


    Shattering of glass blasted in the Jeep. Alexa screamed until her voice grew to a horse croak. The grip on her arm disappeared and swiveled on where Joey once sat. Blood dripped from cracked edges of the broken window. In the throes of darkness a sickening scream rang out, followed by a forceful thud. They listened as Theo cackled. A mixture of joy and malice.


    "Where is that confident man? The one I saw in the cabin! The man who was read to abandon his pack! Don''t be shy because of me Joey!"


    Theo reminded Marcus of a father encouraging his toddler. In this instance the encouragement were fist. He flinched when a loud pop floated through the broken window. The garbled shriek that came afterwards engaged his gag reflex. Scrambling out the door, Alexa did the same. Linking hands, they raced to the backside of Bear''s cabin.


    Their footsteps, masked by the awful pleas of Joey. Theo expressed no mercy nor inkling of a sagacious mind while he brutalized their friend. Hesitantly, Marcus peered from behind the cabin. His gasped when Joey''s body came crashing nearby. Raising his head up, Marcus noticed the red streaks leaving his eyes. If there even were eyes. Trailing leisurely behind, Theo clapped his hands. He shuddered at the shit-eating grin.


    With each assault to his body, Marcus watched Joey''s consciousness slip. No more did he cry out, mustering weak grunts and whimpers. He was at death''s door waiting for the somber invite inside. Opening his fractured mouth he cried for Alexa.


    Quickly Marcus covered Alexa''s lips. She whined into his hand, soaking it with her saliva and snot. Leaning close, he let out a shaky breath.


    "P-please be quiet. If we find the keys to the Tahoe we can leave. We have to check his cabin. I''m going to remove my hand. Don''t scream."


    She nodded. Slowly he pulled his hand away, entwining it with hers by his side. A dubious breath escaped but she held it together. Marcus soon got into a more comfortable crouching position. With Theo occupied they made it to the Tahoe, crouching behind its tires. Tugging Alexa''s hand, he brought her next to him.


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    "I can''t see from here, is he still over there?"


    Squinting, Alexa surveyed the area for Theo. The flames flickered licked at the darkness, casting a pleasant glow, though the scenery was far from it. Joey grasped at the dirt in front of him. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe. He paused; Theo''s foot found his ankle. Another cry filled the clearing.


    Marcus winced at the longing in her expression. Her hand tightened around his, squeezing firm. Giving Marcus''s hand a tight squeeze she gave him a look. He looked at her, a bleak expression overtaking.


    "Alexa- "


    "I-I''ll distract him. Don''t waste time on the keys. Just run! You have-"


    "What are you talking about? We''re this close! I gotta run, then you run with me!"


    Turning Marcus eye''s watered at the resistance. He heard the sniffling before he saw her face.


    "Fucks sakes Marcus, we''re going to die out here. Everyone else is already dead, that beast, its still out there..."


    Shaking his hand loose, Alexa gave Marcus a good shove and he hit the ground hard.


    "I can never leave him. Not like that. Not with that demon!"


    His mouth hung open and she gave him one last glance before running.


    "Joey!"


    Marcus watched, Images of them as kids danced in his mind and he hesitated to move. He couldn''t leave his cousin, but he didn''t want to die. However, if he did die, would he be able to live a cowardly life?


    Shutting his eyes tightly he growled through his teeth as tears flowed. All his friends were gone. It''d be a miracle if anyone makes it out alive. Alexa''s screaming soon roused him. Whispering under his breath, Marcus crossed over his heart before running towards Alexa.


    Reaching into the fire he pulled out a log. The smell of his burning flesh sent dots in his vision. Swinging with all his might he smashed it against Theo''s side. A growl rang out that chilled him to his core. Theo dropped Alexa, who wheezed. When he turned, Marcus curled his lip at the shit-eating grin.


    "It''s about time Marcus! Let''s see if you last longer than the others!"


    *~*~*


    Khalia lost track of time kneeling next to Jay''s corpse. The area around her lightened and she realized the sun would rise soon. Physically she was numb, emotionally she was fractured. The nights events were too much for her mind to wrap around. Staggering, her body went on autopilot, it''s only goal: Home.


    Absently she flicked and picked insects off her body, staring off in the direction of camp. Swollen eyes made out a dim orange flame in the distance. Taking small steps, she ambled onward. Her ankle had no feeling, ballooning 3x its size. In the recess of her mind, she wondered if she had nerve damage.


    The bulk of her thinking was fixated on Jay. She forced her mind to consider him unconscious. She just had to reach camp, and everything would be back to normal. They''ll all laugh about this stupid trip years from now.


    The walk was longer than expected. The fire she was following had died out halfway. The desperation to leave grew when she stepped through the familiar tree line. Feeling the sun kiss her skin, she collapsed into the clearing. The wound on her neck stiffened her body and she whimpered.


    "Lia-Baby, you joined us. A bit late unfortunately."


    Khalia went ridged at the warm sarcastic voice she''s become infatuated with. Searching her eyes found Theo, a sight she regrets beholding. He sat on top one of the picnic tables in the clearing.


    Drenched head to toe in blood, he rested his chin in his palms. Droplets still dripped from his extremities. The black hair she found to be pillow soft was now slicked black with a muddy red sheen. Hopping off the table he smirked.


    Near his feet she spotted three bodies, an ungodly amount of blood around them. She clocked the long matted black hair, the caved in bald head, and the other, his chest still rose and fell. Eyes widening, she screamed.


    Theo leaned down and snatched a handful of Marcus hair, suspending him up. Marcus opened his mouth to protest, and blood came rushing out.


    "Ya know, you have terrible taste in men. On one hand, there''s me: roguishly handsome with minor flaws. Then you have this cowardly cuck. Did you tell her, Marcus? That you watched while I fucked that sweet pussy of hers? Oh? That''s right, you were too upset with her choice in men too."


    Khalia scrambled up to her knees. She furrowed her brows and shifted her eyes, a sting forming behind them.


    "I wonder what he did after I left. Did you flip her over? I bet you did. She feels amazing from behind."


    "F-fuck you! Don''t believe him K-Khalia."


    Marcus spoke with gritted teeth. She watched Theo sit him on his knees, gasping at the deep slashes across his chest. A pressure overtook the clearing and she found herself unable to move. Every action he pulled left her speechless. She truly was staring at the Devil.


    "Of course she does. She can''t help but believe me. Master was it, right Lia Baby?" The air around him hummed and she whined at the feral ferocity within his eyes.


    Tossing Marcus to the side, he landed with a hard thud. She moved back, crawling quickly to escape his sinister presence. Crying when he grinned at her.


    "I told you. If I find something I like, I don''t let go. Out of hundreds, only a handful catch my attention. Feel honored that a sliver of my heart will burn for you Lia. That we shared the passion of century old lovers. You truly were my good bitch."


    Reaching for her throat she slapped his hand away. Only to feel a sharp pain across her face seconds later. In her daze, he grabbed her, hoisting her up by the neck.


    "Our time has ended. It''s only fair that you witness this as well Marcus. Your intuition would have been valued with my kind."


    Grunting, Khalia''s heart lurched when she heard bones snapping. She wriggled when white tuffs of fur sprouted out his arm and chest. Throwing back his head, he roared. The rich baritone note he billowed sent a chill through her body.


    Suddenly he dropped her. Craning her neck, she awed at the nine-foot beast. His fur, an abstract work of art with the blood splatter. His eyes matched his soul. Raising his head to the sky, Theo howled. In the midst, Marcus staggered up and launched himself at the beast.


    "Run! Run Lia!"


    Hearing his desperate plea she did just that. Hobbling as fast as she could with her bum leg, she started across the clearing. A snarl made her speed up. A grunt and a sickening crunch resonated as the ground trembled. A second didn''t even pass before something connected with her back. Immediately she was airborne, skirting across the ground she slammed into a tree. Screaming, splintered wood rained down. Her sprained ankle felt like a minuscule scratch.


    Wheezing, Khalia knew her lungs collapsed. Laying on her side, she attempted to roll but her body wouldn''t comply. When her vision focused, she saw Marcus, his body contorted in an odd shape. The back of his head rested against the middle of his back. Lifeless hazel eyes stared into hers. Breathless, all the fight left her body.


    This wasn''t supposed to end like this.


    Werewolves weren''t real. Yet, one destroyed her world in three days. There were signs and she ignored them all. Khalia''s eyes watered. A gurgled gasp forced its way out as blood cemented her airways.


    Why? What did we do. Why?


    Again, breathless.


    The ground came alive with a steady drum. Straining her neck, she turned. Theo was running, fangs bared. Watching, she hated to admit how majestic the beast appeared gliding over the clearing. A memory of them lounging on the forest floor surfaced.


    *~*~*


    "Favorite animal?"


    "Isn''t it obvious." Khalia flicked her gaze to her tattoo, taking a drag from the joint before passing it down to Theo, who lay under her. "They''re cute, loyal, and vicious. The perfect predator."


    "Lia Baby, you think I''m perfect?" He smiled coyly before exhaling smoke between the valley of her breasts.


    *~*~*


    A distorted chuckle to escape her throat causing blood to dribble over her chin. With swollen eyes, she watched death come for her.

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    "Is she awake?"


    "No. You said you guys found her mauled, correct? I''d be surprised if she wakes up soon."


    "It''s been five days. I wouldn''t necessarily call that soon."


    "That''s why you have your job Ranger, and I have mine."


    The doctor walked down the hallway. Milo resumed staring through the glass pane into the dreary room. A modest size with a large window that showed the rainy urban landscape beneath. Machines took up a majority of the room. Along with the hospital bed Khalia was resting in. A drab green sofa sat tucked away in the corner.


    Her chest staggered as it rose. Long pauses between made Milo chew on his lip. Bandages were speckled across her face. Peeping left and right, he turned the handle, rushing into the room. While he wasn''t family and this is illegal, he is a Ranger, and he needed to know what animal caused this mayhem.


    "What the hell attacked you guys?"


    Milo stood bedside next to the broken girl. His mind back at the cabins. Returning from the coast, they were ready to search for the elusive animal. However, it wasn''t the animal they stumbled upon when reaching the cabins.


    Walking, everything looked fine until Milo saw the blood trail. It twisted and turned, stopping at a Jeep. From there, it took Elaina only seconds to notice the decomposing mass of flesh on the porch. Her phone was out instantly.


    Milo took the opportunity to search the clearing. He didn''t make it two steps before spotting the first body. He could tell it was a male and that was it. Any other distinctive details were unrecognizable. Bile bubbled in his gut. Looking he spotted another.


    "Damn."


    Milo stood in a daze. It wasn''t the bodies themselves that had him rooted in position. It''s the absolute carnage, the rage.


    "Halifax! Halifax someone''s alive!"


    Milo ran in the direction of his name being called, spotting Elaina along the clearing edge. From his angle, she was staring at broken tree branches. He made it to her side huffing.


    They both stared in utter shock. The girl, the druggie, was breathing so shallow she looked unmoving. The puncture wounds and cuts were numerous along her frame. Elaina''s face became devoid of emotion as she went into investigator mode.


    "It''ll be a while for the ambulance. We need to stop her bleeding. Find anything!"


    Milo had frantically snatched clothes, tape, anything in his car to stop Khalia''s bleeding. Vast amounts of her wounds were concentrated around her thighs and groin. He left that area for Elaina to bandage.


    Sighing, Milo replayed their interaction over with different approaches he could have taken. He could have hit the Bimbo and sent them to the hospital, fine them for drugs, anything.


    "I should have sent you all packing. Goddamn it!"


    Unconsciously he grabbed his Menthols, not realizing his mistake until two drags in.


    "Ah shit!"


    *~*~*


    Khalia stirred; the acrid smoke tickling her nose. Twitching, she tried to move her arms but no avail. It felt like boulders laid atop them. Each inhale sent a pain shooting through her. Khalia''s thought of her last memory Theo''s voice, while he mauled and violated her repeatedly. She wasn''t spared mercy for the time they shared. She didn''t deserve mercy. Her chest constricted.


    Am I alive? How? Why?


    "...J-Jay? Are you here?"


    *~*~*


    Milo stopped midway picking up his flattened cig. A soft creak drew his attention to the bed. He hesitated when Khalia wriggled uncomfortably. Hoarsely she whispered the same name over and over until it became a piercing screech. Perturbed, he ran for the door.


    "Hey! Nurse! I need you in here!"


    A woman peeked from the front desk down the hall. Her plump face twisted with concern as she hurried over. Arriving to the door she gave him a questionable look. Sheepishly he stepped aside.


    In the blink of an eye the room was swallowed by uniforms. Two doctors stood away from the nurses, conversing in whispers. They motioned to Khalia every so often, nodding their heads with analytical expressions. Her cries diminished when they administered morphine.


    Dimming the lights, they pulled the bandages off her eyes. Milo watched as she flinched, instinctively wanting to shield her face. He watched confusion and fear cast its light on her while she looked around.


    Not wanting to be detected, he slowly inched towards the exit. He was gone before she could question his presence. Outside the door Milo listened to the doctor''s breakdown her most heinous injuries. His stomach grumbled, forcing him to reflect on when he had his last meal. Heading towards the elevator Milo reached into his pocket. Pulling out some change and his phone he occupied the vending machine.


    "Detective Tabares speaking."


    "Why isn''t my number saved?"


    "Why on earth would I save your number?"


    "Well, you harassed me last week so that''s reason enough."


    "I helped you patrol the coast. We''re even. I told you already Halifax, you are not allowed to help with this case any longer. I already got reprimanded for bring you to a crime scene."


    "She''s awake."


    Milo heard a loud bang on the other end, and something clatter to the floor. Chuckling, the bag of corn chips tasted sweeter with each cuss word she spewed.


    "When did she wake up! You''re at the hospital! Why are you at the hospital?"


    "Not too long ago. The doctors are checking her over now."


    "Well, how is she? Oh, never mind, you''re not family you can''t go in."


    "Yeah, right...anyway when do you plan on coming down?"


    "Really? McDermott is giving the scene one last walk-thru. We won''t be able to interview her until tomorrow morning."


    "Let me join."


    "Halifax..."


    "Give me this Elaina. We both saw that bear and the cabins. I need to know what out there."


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    Milo stepped aside as the elevator dinged, letting a couple exit. He hit the button for the main floor.


    "McDermott isn''t going to let you sit in."


    "Think of something to tell him and meet me here two hours."


    "Whose case is this Halifax?"


    "Ours, hurry up."


    Milo hit end. Leaning against the wall he stared up at his reflection. He was close to his life returning to normal. Once this animal was bagged, he''d be back writing citations and helping lost hikers. The simple life.


    *~*~*


    "Miss Schaffer, Miss Schaffer? Can you hear me?"


    Khalia''s body twitched at the booming voice. It had a delicate rumble, soothing almost. The striking smell of cigarettes seized her again, causing her nose to wrinkle. Opening her eyes, she glared, blinking a few times to alleviate the burn.


    Instantly she recognized the Ranger. Accompanied by a woman, they stood at the end of her bed, close to her casted feet. Alarmed, she went to move her legs, but her body was still uncooperative. The timed doses of morphine weren''t helping either.


    Khalia took in his salt and pepper beard that was missing a few brushings. His cheeks were hollow and dark bags rested under his eyes. His sun-kissed skin was lightening, giving way to an average tan. Khalia didn''t recall him looking this haggard last she saw him.


    Shifting her gaze to the woman her features were stern, but her eyes and lips held a pleasurable softness. No hollow cheeks nor dark circles marred her face. The smell wafting from her reminded Khalia of sunflowers and leather. Creases lined Khalia''s forehead at the specific smell.


    Elaina walked across and sat next to Khalia''s bedside. Digging in her satchel, she pulled out a tape recorder.


    "I''m not...doing an interview." The tacky and foul taste on her tongue made her grimace.


    Elaina produced a small smile, "Oh no, I''m not a reporter. I find it easier than taking notes."


    Hitting record she cleared her throat.


    "I''m Detective Elaina Tabares. I work for the Federal Bureau of Investigations. This is Ranger Milo Halifax; he is a Ranger at Cape Disappointment; you camped there last week. Is it okay if we ask questions about what happened on June 15, 2023?"


    Khalia''s hand gripped the sheet, her face riddled with confusion.


    "Oh...right. The doctor told me a week passed."


    "Please, tell us what happened."


    Khalia pursed her lips, sweat tickled the underside of her jaw. Her heart thrummed violently. Hot tears ran along her bandages. In the short span of them being there the room felt like an inferno. The sooner they left the better.


    "My friends and I, every year we get together for a trip..."


    Khalia started slowly, recanting beginning to the bloody ending. There were moments she froze, a fog clouding her mind. Other times, she needed coaxing. But the majority, she broke down in a weeping mess.


    Once she wrapped up the last of what happened, a tingling sensation when down her back gazing into their eyes. Their reactions had to be one of disbelief. She just told them it''s a werewolf. That her friends and family were dead because of a fairytale fucking beast. A complete loon she sounded.


    As suspected Milo''s brows were furrowed, and a grimace contorted his face. Elaina''s eyes shifted around Khalia''s body, matching injury to telling. Khalia twiddled her thumbs, keeping her gaze low.


    "How...how much drugs did you guys do?"


    "Ranger Halifax!"


    "Werewolf? She''s saying for the past two weeks I''ve been looking for a werewolf. A. Fucking. Werewolf."


    "Do you know what severe trauma is?"


    "Yes, I know what severe trauma is. I also know what LSD is."


    Milo paced back and forth in the room, shrugging out of Elaina''s grip, he soon exited. Narrowing her stare, she fixed her mouth to cuss him clean the fuck out. Stopping only because an inferno erupted in her chest. Throwing her head back, Khalia''s jaw locked, and she ground her teeth.


    "Miss Schaffer, I apologi- Miss Schaffer?"


    With hooded eyes, Khalia saw her lips moving, but heard only the rapid beat of her own heart. Elaina''s eyes grew to saucers.


    It''s so painful. Please, stop the pain.


    Khalia soon felt hands rip at the flimsy sheet off her body. It hit the floor like a wet rag, and sweat pelted her. Many masked faces stared down at her. The distortion in her vision made them elongated. Raising her hand to rub her eyes, she cried when it was forcefully brought down.


    "Ice! Lots of ice!"


    Her hand flinched at the coldness that enveloped it. Relief was brief, the cold becoming a throbbing pain. Frantically, she tried to pry it off, only to have them throw 6 more bags on top her. Her stomach bubbled and saliva ran from the corners of her mouth. Closing her eyes, she shuddered violently.


    When Khalia opened them again, she found herself in some woods. A sharp slapping sound resonated rhythmically through the trees. Moans tickled her ear, and she hesitated to continue forwards.


    What is this? Where am I?


    Reaching where the grunts and groans increased, Khalia held her breath. The odor of sweat filled the air, mixed with a fragrance she found alluring. It was a heavy musk, rendering her frozen in place. Darting out her tongue she dragged it across her lips, as if she could get a better taste. Finding her nerve, she peeked from behind the tree. Immediately her heart dashed.


    *~*~*


    Theo dragged his tongue along the spine of the woman under him. Ending at her shoulder he bit down harshly while his other hand squeezed her pale hip. Tentative laughter saturated the air, reacting to his painful touches. Grabbing her long red locks he yanked her up, trailing slobbery kisses on her neck.


    Luck has blessed me.


    With satisfying his bloodlust not too long ago and now, stumbling upon a rogue bitch in heat, life is being generous. The whore offered her body in exchange for passage. It wasn''t his territory, but he enjoyed an easy fuck. Reposition he laid on the ground, demanding she get on top. She kept her eyes down and did as told. An action he found slightly annoying. When her pussy slid on his dick he growled. A hotdog in a hallway.


    Watching her movements, he couldn''t help but compare them to Khalia. Maybe it was her nerves. She was stiff and awkward, barely making any noise. With Khalia, he choked when she got on her knees and spread her tongue over her thick lips. Placing her hands behind her back, she had sat there, lust drunk, a wicked glint in her eyes.


    His cock jumped to attention and it wasn''t long before she gagged and moaned with every thrust down her throat. She worked his john till he came, and he enjoyed every bit of it. Thinking of his previous lover, mixed with the heat of the current, Theo surrendered to arousal.


    An exasperated growl as he threw the woman off him. She yelped when he turned her over, plunging in deep. His hands forcefully pressed down on her shoulders, claws drawing blood.


    "Bitch, keep your ass up." Raising his hand he smacked her, making the birds nearby scatter.


    Theo''s eyes had dissolved to their darkened hue. His beast rests on the surface, waiting to take the rogue how nature intended. Though his pleasure soon gave way to heat inside him. It started in his groin, improving the sensation tenfold. With each thrust, he pictured the russet skin beauty. The smell of warm jasmine and orange citrus permeated his nostrils. Moaning, he cut his gaze fleetingly to the woods, then hesitated in stride.


    Standing there, she gawked at him. Her face contorted with confusion and fear. A thin gown hung loosely over her body. Blinking, she disappeared. The growl that left his body this time was one of frustration, and growing pain.


    Something''s wrong...


    Suddenly, images of Khalia flickered through like a film reel, becoming more detailed as they went. The heat intensified, boiling his stomach and chest, to the point where he ceased. Noticing, the rogue turned back to stare at him.


    He doubled over on top of her, clutching his head. She squirmed out from under him. Standing, Theo saw the frightful look on her face.


    "Have mercy!"


    Swiveling, she ran. Theo could hear the cracking of her bones as she shifted. Snarling, Theo swore to track the cunt down.


    Needle-like pangs tickled his clavicle. It concentrated in one area, growing progressively painful. Reaching his hand up, Theo touched the sensitive area. His eyes widened as he felt two rough circular scars.


    There were a few instances recorded back then but he remembered. Theo laughed before it grew into furor. Jumping up he crouched on his hands and feet, taking a deep inhalation of the dirt below. "Lia baby, you survived! Fate picked a good one I see! The hunt continues!"


    Smiling, this discovery changed things. With his body no longer suffering, Theo glared in the direction of the rogue. He knew he''d have to make it back to the Cape promptly. Howls broke out not far from him.


    "Seems I overstayed."


    Shifting, Theo took a quick whiff of the rogues'' clothing.


    Can''t fuck right and wants mercy?


    He guffawed at her idiocy. Giving his fur a good shake, his paws created divots in the ground when he took off. Before long, a piercing scream reverberated in the woods. Another successful hunt.

 Strange Beginnings

    Sun rays slithered in through the parted curtains of the hospital room. Khalia basked in the warmth, sleeping soundly, she curled on her side. Groggily she rolled over raising her hand to rub her eyes, freeing them of sticky rheum. Blinking, no one surrounded her, which she appreciated.


    Raising her arms high over her head she wiggled her toes, she groaned at how good it felt. Shutting her eyes to delight in the feeling. It seemed too good to be true...


    Abruptly, Khalia''s eyes shot open. Clenching the bed sheet, she tossed them back. Every cast that adorned her body was gone. Staring at her ashen legs Khalia examined the scars that covered them. There had to be dozens on each leg. Spreading them, she shuddered at the bite wounds deep between her thighs. The raised brown markings filled her with sorrow.


    She dragged her hand along her abdomen. The first bite Theo gave her was completely healed. Resting atop her tattoo, it marred the art, ruining the beauty it held. Frowning, she continued more inspections of her body.


    A knock at the door disrupted her. The person on the other side didn''t wait for a reply. Walking in, she recognized the two doctors who treated her.


    Both were older men she assumed I their forties. Hair on the cusp of graying and wrinkles had started to show on their faces. The process must speed up for doctors, with the stress and all. Walking up to her bed they stood on each side. Their smiling faces reminded her of ''The Stepford Wives''. It sent a tingle up her spine.


    "How are we doing today?" one asked. Khalia read his badge, Dr. Wreath.


    "Um, fine? I think."


    "Good! I take it you noticed something different today." The other spoke, a Dr. Bennett.


    Khalia raised a brow at them both, suspicious of their pseudo kindness. The way they spoke to her made her feel five. With everything she''d experienced, all Khalia wanted to do is return home. She wondered how everyone back there was taking the news. Funerals were going to be held, she suspected. Also, Diesel had overstayed his welcome at the doggy daycare. She hoped they didn''t send him to the pound.


    "My cast are off. Does that mean I''m okay?"


    The doctors grinned at each other. Dr. Wreath pulled a manila folder from under his arm and handed it to Khalia. "I''ve never seen anything like this in my twenty years of practice."


    Opening the folder, she skimmed at least a dozen x-rays. Dated with her name and time, they showed breaks from the first day of admittance to now. Khalia''s face twisted in bewilderment.


    "I-I don''t understand."


    "That''s what we''d like to find out. You were brought here; your chance of survival wasn''t guaranteed. You flat lined, twice. Now, you''re healed, organs functioning above level. Like you''ve never had life-threatening injuries to begin with. "


    Khalia sat muted, taking in Bennett''s words. How was all this possible? Picking up on her thoughts, Wreath gave a reassuring smile.


    "We have some theories; we''ll leave that to you to decide if you''d like to explore them. When you get discharged there will be an envelope. It''ll provide more detailed information about us and our research facility."


    "I''m getting discharged?"


    "Yes, everything is fine. Bloodwork, everything. You do want to leave, right? There is no rush, you can choose anytime to go."


    Every sentence stunned her into silence. Things were happening fast, too fast. Sensing her distress, Bennett grinned.


    "Once you''re discharged, we can provide a ride for you. I believe you must stop at the police station before returning home."


    A sudden burst of energy flooded her body at the word ''home''. The lurching in her heart quickened and her toes curled. She can leave. She can leave this wretch fucking state. Solemnly Khalia bit back the wave of grief. Jay would never leave this place. Nor Trinity, nor the others. A bristling anger arose that felt foreign to her. The excitement replaced with this acerbic emotion. It died down when Khalia realized he was still out there, free. Looking at the doctors she nodded.


    "Yes, I''d like to be discharged."


    "Excellent! We''ll gather the paperwork and have a ride ready, on us. Please, take our offer into consideration. Nice meeting you Miss Schaffer. It was a pleasure saving your life."


    The two took their leave. Khalia sighed. She wasn''t keen on being a test subject. With everything she''d experienced, all she wanted to do is go home. People had to be notified, and funerals had to be held. Also, Diesel had overstayed his welcome at the daycare. She hoped they didn''t send him to the pound.


    *~*~*


    True to their word she left the hospital. Getting ready to leave had been faster than she initially thought. A nurse had dropped off blue scrubs to accommodate her lack of clothing.


    Khalia''s hair sat atop her head like a Weavers nest in mating season. She had tried to manage it in the bathroom but failed. Unfortunately, her kinks had kinks. Also in the mirror Khalia studied her appearance. Theo must have thought he did her a favor in not ruining her face entirely. She wanted to faint at the crude and jagged lettering sprawled across her cheeks.


    T.C.


    The skin, unlike the rest of her body, appeared raw. The wound still fresh to the touch. Her mouth had watered at the sight of it, warning of the impending storm brewing in her stomach.


    He branded me. The son-of-a-bitch really branded me.


    If her hair hadn''t been a mess, she''d cover up the initials. Not wanting to dwell on her maimed face, Khalia dressed at high speed. Forcing herself not to focus on the wounds dotted across her body. Again, she didn''t know if he was being merciful to her. He didn''t rip chunks of flesh off the bone like he did to the others. Instead, he took his human form. Resorting to sinking his canines agonizingly into her flesh, where he then licked over the wounds. In tears, she left the bathroom.


    Shuttled to the police station, it was there Khalia received more devastating news. Her Murano sat totaled in their tow yard. They couldn''t give a description as to what happened but said it was being investigated. Driving home was no longer a possibility.


    A detective sat Khalia down, informing her that since the case was still active, she wouldn''t be able to gather some items. They were generous enough to give her back her wallet and phone, gathering the information they needed. The screen resembled a spider web, and blood was smeared all over it.


    Now at the airport, Khalia sat in a waiting area, slouched. The vibrant red seats made her stand out, though no one was watching. In her hands rest her phone. It surprised her when it started up. Watching it come alive with dings, pings, and rings.


    She was sure Theo would have broken it to pieces. Khalia used it briefly to check her account and book a flight. Other than that, she had no inkling to check the gallery. She didn''t want to make her grief any more apparent.


    Fiddling with her hands a sigh of relief escaped when the attendant announced boarding. Rising, she hoped her outfit wouldn''t get her noticed. Heaven forbids an accident happen on the plane and they call on her for help. Khalia headed to the gate, deciding to find a seat early.


    "Hey lady! Excuse me!"


    Khalia kept walking, oblivious to the squealing. A hand landed on her shoulder, and she staggered to a stop. A brief look of annoyance crossed her face. She didn''t know anyone here and wasn''t trying to purchase anything. Whipping around Khalia came face to face with a middle-aged woman.


    Her gray business suit clung to her voluptuous figure and her black hair was in a pixie cut. When her brown eyes met Khalia''s there was detest in them. A feeling stirred within her. For some reason she wanted to growl at this hag.


    "Excuse me, where is your permit?"


    The woman held out her hand to Khalia, a bored look on her face. Anger made the growl slip.


    "Don''t fucking touch me! The fuck is you going on about."


    Khalia glared at the woman, unsure of why she irritated her. The woman rolled her eyes.


    Digging into her oversized tote she sighed, "You''re a fresh one I see. Look Kirma, the witch said I had to do one good deed today for the spell to work. Be happy I choose you."


    Khalia scowled. She did not have time for this. About to turn away she stopped when the woman let out an, "Ahh!"


    Curiosity winning, Khalia gazed at the iridescent blue card the woman held up. It was the same as an ID. The only difference was the photo had a lenticular effect. Khalia squinted to make out the wording but realized she didn''t know the strange dialect.


    "Uh, I''m sorry but I''m not interested in whatever Anime collectible you''re selling. Thanks."


    By now the woman glowered. "Ugh! Look Kirma, you need a permit to travel each dominion. Without one you might as well kiss your pathetic life goodbye. You can apply at that booth there. Good luck."


    Khalia''s mouth hung open. Trying to process what she said while simultaneously suppressing the urge to hit the lady. She hadn''t a clue what Kirma meant but the way the woman''s nose scrunched, and her lip curled, Khalia knew it wasn''t friendly.


    Smugly brushing imaginary dirt off her suit, the woman gave a curt wave and took off, heels clicking on the polished tile. Khalia watched her present the blue card to a gate attendant, who in return grabbed a fellow worker. Nodding, they handed it back to her and let her pass.


    Khalia stood in the sea of people; her brows knitted together. She turned towards the booth. It resembled any ordinary information booth. It was occupied by a tall, lanky elderly man. He easily towered over those who walked by, causing some to startle. He gave those people a smile.


    When he peered in the crowd his beady eyes landed on her. The small smile broke into a wide grin. Too wide for his face. She began to fidget, a sense of urgency collecting in her heart.


    "Pfft, this is crazy. That broad is crazy." Mumbling those words an image of Theo''s transformation flashed across her mind. Khalia redacted that statement.


    "Last call for United to Whistling CO."


    "Shit."


    Haphazardly she shuffled through the crowd. Reaching the booth, she felt like an ant. He had to be over 7ft easy. With large caterpillar brows, a crooked nose, and an inviting smile, she relaxed and returned the gesture.


    "Need a permit?" When he spoke, his accent was thick. Khalia tried to place it, thinking it to be from South America.


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    "Uhh, yes?"


    "Where are you flying too?"


    "Whistling, CO. It''s where I live. I came here for a vacation with some family and friends. Never doing that again. I can''t actually, not with the same people I mean."


    Khalia blushed at her word vomit. Her anxiety had her in a chokehold. The man continued to type away at the keyboard unfazed.


    "There are two packs located in the Whistling Dominion, Whistling and Cruel-Mane. Which do you belong to?"


    "Uh, I''m sorry, what? Two packs?"


    This caused his bushy caterpillars to arch, telling her that wasn''t the right answer.


    "I''m from the...Whistling Pack?" Khalia squeaked out the last word when the man leaned over the counter. Now, in closer proximity, she took in his textured skin and the bulldog-like wrinkles scattered about. Flaring his nostrils, he took three deep long sniffs around her forehead. Khalia glanced around to see if anyone noticed. Arching a brow as they passed dreamily by.


    "Ahhh, do you have a driver''s license?"


    Yea, I do. Here you go." Digging in her wallet she gave a slight thanks that Theo didn''t feel the need to rob, just maim and kill.


    "Ahh, yes. A Kirma. How unfortunate."


    Khalia frowned as he mentioned that word again. She''ll have to remember to look it up later.


    "There are two packs in Whistling. Whistling and Cruel-Mane. Who would you like me to extend the permit visitation to?"


    Khalia paused, then sighed. "This-this is a mistake. Sorry to bother you."


    Turning in her heels Khalia prepared to sprint to the gate.


    "Ma''am, your permit. I won''t charge you. Consider it a welcome."


    Hesitantly, she turned. The unusually long length of his arm surprised her, but she was tired. He dangled the same blue card in her face with a Cheshire grin. Her picture was displayed on the front. When he twisted it in the light, she watched her face disappear, replaced only by "KIR".


    "This world is a lot different now Kirma. Take care. "


    Khalia didn''t wait, grabbing the card she muttered, "Thank you" and ran to the gate. Handing over the card he scanned it.


    "Hey Tony, I need your code." The attendant spoke to a black-haired man handing back a ticket. He shimmered as he walked but no else spoke of it. Briefly he looked her up and down, then at the screen, before scanning his badge.


    "Enjoy your flight." He spoke kindly, before handing her back her card.


    Excitement bubbled in her once more. Home was now a few hours away. She planned to nap on the plane but with the odd people around she decided against it.


    Can this day get weirder?


    Khalia''s phone rang and a number she didn''t recognized emblazoned the screen.


    "Hello?"


    "Hi! Is this Khalia Schaffer I''m speaking to?"


    "Yea. Who''s this? "


    "This is Detective Tabares. We spoke yesterday in the hospital. I''ve been informed you were discharged. I was hoping to have another chance to speak with you about what happened. Can we meet?"


    On impulse Khalia growled into the phone, her patience thin. It came out low and guttural, causing other passengers to scurry past.


    "I told you what I remember! Your partner called us fucking druggies! The police informed me that you were the ones who found me. Thank you, sincerely ma''am, but fuck you and fuck your partner. I''m going home!"


    Hanging up, she knew she''d feel bad later. Scoffing, she continued boarding, promising to never return to this shit hole.


    *~*~*


    Elaina aggressively ran a hand through her hair. Loosening her ponytail in the process. Throwing her cell on the desk she leaned back in her chair.


    "We''re off the case Tabares. This is going back local." McDermott plopped down into his worn red chair. Taking sip of his luke-warm instant coffee, she wished she had a bigger office.


    "We still don''t have the person or the animal!"


    "They, they still don''t have the animal. Although, a group of men called. Said they got a bear and some cubs not too long ago. Going to autopsy them by the end of the week. What''s this about person? You think foul play is involved?"


    Elaina''s mouth would have caught flies the way it hung open, processing what he said. "Some of those victims were decapitated! This group alone brings the total to nine! What did they find in the phones?"


    "It''ll take weeks to go through all that evidence, hell months. Regardless, it consistently points to an animal. Fur was found on each body. The wounds reflect trauma caused by mauling. Other injuries are perceived to be defensive wounds."


    Elaina glared at partner when he elicited a chuckle.


    "Perceived? What fucking intern do they have at the morgue?" Elaina grumbled a few more choice words. It didn''t make sense. Soon her cellphone began dancing across the desk. She growled out an agitated hello.


    "Finally, you answer."


    A groan escaped her at the sound of Milo''s voice, she had avoided him successfully till now. Mulling over the idea that she was being too harsh, Elaina had expelled that thought last night. His behavior was simply uncalled for. Especially with a victim.


    "What do you want!"


    "Listen Elaina, I''m sorry for how I acted at the hospital. I''m not going to make excuses for it. I was-"


    "Are Halifax, are-"


    "I was and are an asshole. A big fucking asshole. You didn''t deserve my treatment after all the help you''ve been. I regret how it ended. I know this apology sounds shit, but I mean it. I''m sorry."


    Elaina sighed, sagging her shoulders, she leaned back in her chair.


    "...Thank you, Halifax."


    "I know it''s asking too much but is there a way you can get me to see Miss Schaffer again? I need to apologize to her too."


    "Ah, you''re late on that. She checked out earlier this morning. Should be in the air by now. I, uhm, have an inkling she''s not going to want to speak with you." Elaina looked over to McDermott who was giving her the side eye.


    "Checked out? She could barely move."


    "Yea well, call it a miracle." Elaina heard Milo shuffling about on the other end. Soon muffled voices could be heard in the background.


    "Elaina I''m going to have to call you back. What''s a good time?"


    "Anytime Halifax."


    "Good, I''m glad to hear that." His tone became soft. Elaina rubbed her cheek, trying to expel the redness.


    With that Milo ended the call.


    "Business?" McDermott quirked a brow at his partner. A mischievous glint sparked in his eye. Her cheeks became Tulare Cherries.


    "It''s business Scott."


    McDermott let out a boisterous laugh, focusing on his computer.


    "Yes, yes, just business."


    *~*~ *


    Shoving his phone in his pocket Milo listened atop the stairs as Dan chatted with another man.


    "I''m sorry fer ya'' loss. I wasn''t present when this all happened. Let me check my partner''s reports."


    "Thank you."


    He tensed at the sound of Dan''s shuffling. Straightening out his uniform he treaded downstairs and eyed the two men at his desk. They were seemingly oblivious to his presence.


    Dan squinted at the screen. His wrinkled hand scrolling with the computer mouse. The grey patches of hair on the side of his head contrasted harshly with the sunburned center. Standing behind him was a man Milo had seen a few times in passing. Usually more put together.


    His clothing was smudged with mud and grime. A biting odor seemed to spill off him in waves. Subtle hints in his demeanor showed impatience. When their eyes locked briefly, Milo jolted.


    "Ah, seems there was one survivor. She was transported to...Rendall Hospital!" Dan clasped his wrinkled hands together, quite proud of his detective work.


    The man laid a firm hand on Dan''s shoulder, thanking him. He gave Milo a nod as well. Milo didn''t return it.


    "Who was that?"


    "Huh? Oh, that''s nobody. He was ''pose ta meet a group of buddies here. They were in the cabins, he''s a week late he says. Told him there was a accident and where to find his friends."


    Milo furrowed his brows, taking in the information. A sinking feeling settled in his gut. They weren''t expecting more friends.


    "Dan, did you catch his name?"


    "Theo something. Har'' ta pronounce. Smelled of shit, but a nice young man. Most don''t have half the respect he has. Ah, where ya off to?"


    "I gotta go talk to that detective I told you about."


    "Talk eh?" Dan winked and he waved him off.


    "You got this covered? I''ll be a few."


    "Yea, yea, with this sunburn I got, I ain''t doin'' nothin." Dan strolled to the door, flipping the sign to ''Out''.


    "Time for my break, lock the door behind you." Grumbling, he headed upstairs.


    Milo did as told. In no time he was on the main road, heading out of the Cape. Recounting the details, he went over everything he remembered. Pulling out his cellphone he dialed Elaina. It went to voicemail.


    "Hey Elaina, call me when you get this message. I think I might have something. Something related to Khalia''s werewolf. See ya then."


    * ~* ~*


    "Damn." Khalia puffed.


    Water splashing against the red tile made her ears ring. Flinching, she shook her head, stripping down to her bare suit. Touching the water, she shivered. Before having a change of mind, she hopped in.


    Her body jolted at the coldness. Blinking rapidly, Khalia focused on her breathing. It was a relief on her scorching skin. At least for now. Resting her forehead against the tiled wall, she listened to Diesel whine on the opposite side of the door.


    By the time she had picked up her companion the sun began setting over the town. Khalia cursed the stop in Phoenix. Having booked the first available flight, she didn''t check for stops. Thankfully the doggy daycare was still open when she arrived.


    Hurriedly she apologized for her absence, not giving much detail but explaining her disappearance. They understood, gave her a look of pity, and she left with Diesel. His behavior was odd at first, growling and whining at her. It calmed once they went home.


    Though, she didn''t get to settle in before the torment started. Starting in her abdomen it worked its way up her body. Becoming so unbearable that she bumbled to the bathroom, where she resided currently.


    "Figures, those doctors were wrong." Khalia chattered. Turning the nozzle off, she closed her eyes. The pain became a dull ache in her side but the heat remained. Hopping out, she headed to her bedroom, exhaustion peaking at the sight of her emerald duvet.


    Walking to her Slay Station Khalia sat on the wooden stool. Water dripped steadily onto the carpeted floor as she stared blankly at her reflection. If she looked hard enough, she could see Jay and the others standing behind her. Their ghostly visage with blank stares. Listening, her phone chimed in the living room. Over and over, another "my condolences" to further cement this new reality.


    Hastily she wiped the tears from her face and opened the top drawer of the station. Inside sat an assortment of colorful jars. Grabbing the pink one, she stared at the 3-year-old gel tabs. Her tongue tingled and she set them aside. Picking up the green jar she pulled out a pre-roll.


    They were supposed to be her ''Welcome Home'' joints. A toast to friends and fun. Yea, right. Grabbing a lighter she lit it, then headed towards the scrubs on the floor.


    Digging through them she huffed at the rattle she heard. The doctors had been kind enough to provide her with a pain reliever. Grabbing the bottle, Khalia eyed the twelve tablets in it.


    Percocet.


    She was never into painkillers; it wasn''t her cup of tea. Popping the cap, she swallowed five of the little beans. Crawling into her king bed she stared at the ceiling. The heat that wracked her body subsided gradually. Taking one last drag of her joint she put it out on her nightstand.


    The smell of the singed wood brought Khalia''s mind back to the cabins. He was still out there, somewhere. ''He'' is a loose term. She wasn''t sure what he was, but it wasn''t human. He made sure to show that.


    Theo''s torturous ways replayed in her mind. It felt like hours that he played with her. Rousing her back to consciousness with a bite of his canines or slap to her cheeks. She didn''t want her mind to drift there, but late-night thoughts tend to dwell on the unfortunate. Disgust filled her when he crossed her mind. She feared him, she detested him. She wished him a painful death.


    So why, why did her nipples perk at the thought of his hands? Crossing her legs she smothered her pulsing clit.


    "I''m disgusting. I deserve to be dead." Khalia choked; emotions hit their climax.


    Marcus''s hazel eyes stared back at her from the ceiling. His smile flashed down at her, and she swore she could hear his infectious laugh. In the depths of his laughter Khalia heard a jingle. It was repetitive and low. It vibrated her left ear, making her turn. In doing so her vision blurred horribly.


    Diesel sat bedside staring intently at her. If she wasn''t drugged, Khalia would have jumped at the intensity of his gaze. It didn''t help that his fluffy brown brows made his expressions human-like. His nose twitched in her direction, inhaling her scent, and tilting his head slightly. He looked...concerned?


    Khalia extended a hand to rub his head but found her arms frozen. She felt weightless as her mind seemed to spiral. Mumbling, she reassured him it was a nap, swearing she heard a reply before slipping into her dreams.

 Surprise Surprise

    It was the next day when Milo heard from Elaina. Now, he stood transfixed on the chaos sweeping Rendall Hospital''s parking lot. Staff he recognized from yesterday stood with him behind a tangled mess of yellow caution tape. They shuffled their feet, they whispered amongst themselves, some even shed tears.


    "I can''t believe this happened! Here?"


    "Did they say who it was yet? This is so sad."


    "I heard it was an ICU Sec. Who''s missing?"


    "Oh, my goodness. I think it''s Estephanie! That''s her car, next to Brenda''s."


    "Hell, it could be Brenda. We won''t know until later. Hopefully they increase security. They can''t expect us to walk alone out here!"


    Milo tried his best not to listen. Instead focusing on the 5''8 detective speaking to a forensic pathologist. He watched her scribble in her notepad.


    "Excuse me? You''re that officer from before, correct? Halifax?"


    Milo turned, recognizing the frail femininity. Behind him stood the plump faced nurse from ICU. Her maroon scrubs were heavily wrinkled, and she looked unkempt. Frantically she scanned the crowd, who no doubt heard her questioning of him. After a minute, her shoulders went lax. Stepping closer she asked again.


    "You''re him, right?"


    "Uh, yea, yes I am. Milo Halifax."


    Using his arm Milo made a gap in the growing crowd. Guiding the nurse, he ushered her to where his truck was parked. Helping her inside Milo shut the door, then jumped into the driver seat.


    "You seemed skittish out there. Sitting in here might help."


    "Thank you."


    "What is this about ma''am? Do you have information on what happened?"


    Milo watched the nurse bite her lip. She fidgeted with her fingers, entwining them together and repeating the movement.


    "You won''t believe me."


    "What did you see?"


    "Y-yesterday, after that girl left, I went in her room. We check for items left behind of the patients. When I was in the bathroom someone walked into the room."


    "Did you know the individual?"


    "Yes....I heard Estephanie. She takes the patients insurance. I was about to confront her but then I heard a man''s voice. He didn''t sound like one of the men nurses. There''s only three. I was going to come out the bathroom but..."


    "...But?"


    "It''s what Estephanie said next, so strange. She said powerful Alpha like you mated to a Kirma."


    "Alpha? Mated? ...What did the man say?" Milo leaned back, puzzled at the gibberish.


    "He only asked where she lived, the girl. He kept repeating the same question and got angry when she asked more questions."


    The nursed eyes became hooded as she stared down at the floor. She clutched her thighs to control the shaking in her legs. A few droplets fell onto her hands. Milo''s cheeks sagged and he pursed his lips.


    "Estephanie...she didn''t tell him, did she?"


    "She-she told him she''d give him what he wanted. But she needed something in return. A heir. Nothing more, nothing less."


    "Did...did he?"


    He watched her cheeks turn crimson and she tucked her chin into her chest.


    "Yes. I-I didn''t make any noise, I was so careful. But somehow, they- they forced me to the edge of the parking lot. Made me watch them do...thankfully it was dark. After they finished, she told him. Then...I heard the most horrendous noise."


    "It wasn''t horrendous before that?" Milo regretted it as soon hit the air. He winced at her teary-eyed glare.


    "Sorry, I''m sorry. Please continue."


    "Estephanie tried to scream. I heard scuffling then a loud snap. I waited, I waited for her to speak, anything..."


    Milo watched the nurse rub her arms. Just like those outside the truck she had a glazed look in her eye.


    "He spoke this time. He said listen to me human..."


    "Human?" Milo mumbled it more to himself than a question. She gave a low nod.


    "Tell...tell Halifax don''t go fucking up a good thing over dead campers."


    Milo was sure the nurse was gawking. In the window reflection he watched the shock, the confusion, the dread twist his face.


    Do you have a place to go? Somewhere safe?"


    "Yea, home. He told me no harm will come to me. He needed a messenger...I guess I got lucky."


    Milo frowned knowing she didn''t feel the least bit lucky. Getting out he opened the door for her. She thanked him then briskly headed to a red car.


    "Halifax?"


    Spinning, Milo saw Elaina heading towards him. The scene had wrapped up and officers were dispersing the stragglers. Some of whom were still trying to satiate their morbid curiosity. Elaina let out a huff when she reached him. She arched a brow at him, and he found his heart flutter. Her eyes travelled down his chest, hesitating at his groin, before continuing their exploration.


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    He rubbed at the 5'' o clock shadow. It was on impulse that he shaved last night. Sleep had evaded him, his body to wired about the information he discovered. Calling into work, he finished off his pot of coffe when she phoned him.


    "You look...different."


    He arched a brow as a rosy hue graced her cheeks.


    "Uh, thanks?"


    "I''m being serious. You look good today, Halifax." She rested her hand on her hips and stepped forward.


    Milo scoffed. He did trade out his uniform for t-shirt and jeans. Opting to wear a black baseball cap instead of his ranger hat. She gave him a soft smile, then walked by. Hopping in the passenger seat of the truck Milo gave his head a shake seeing the door rattle. It''ll need to be readjusted soon. Trailing after he hopped in.


    "Her name was Estephanie Ibarra. She''s 23 years old, started six months ago. She lives with her parents and extended family. She clocked in at seven yesterday morning, never clocked out. They have her on camera entering the ICU with a man, but it doesn''t show them exiting. No cameras in the parking lot."


    Elaina furrowed her brows, thrumming her pen on the tattered notepad.


    "It''s him. This Theo. Has to be." Milo started up the truck clenching the steering wheel as he left the parking lot.


    "Oh? You believe her now? What happen?"


    "Ah, I''m not sure anymore. Not with the news I got."


    "What did that lady say?"


    "Why? Jealous?" Milo smiled slyly when he heard a small gasp. She turned to the window but that didn''t stop him from seeing the blush.


    "If it relates to the case I need to know."


    He smirked before he recounted back the disturbing conversation. He relayed everything that the nurse told him. Exact words and all, also throwing in his own odd experience at the station. By time he wrapped up, they were parked in front of his bungalow.


    A modest light green, it sat on a corner block in a quiet neighborhood. Four white pillars held up the porch. Elaina first questioned his status when she noticed the bright floral patio furniture. He vehemently explained that that belonged to his ex-wife. She didn''t ask any more questions after that.


    "I have to grab something. Wait here."


    Opening the truck door he watched her Elaina nod. Her jaw tensed and wrinkles formed between her brows. Sighing, she must have noticed him watching. Wanting to ask if she was alright, she stopped him with a wave of her hand. There was a look to her eye that he''d never seen. It made the chocolate orbs appear brighter. It caused him to worry but he opted to remain quiet.


    Entering his home Milo groaned. The last few weeks have been stressful, and the house exhibited that. Stepping over dirty clothes he went down a hall, flipping the light switch on the way.


    At the end, his bedroom door lay slightly ajar. The comfortable darkness beckoned to him, and he wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed. Shut out the world, even if only for a few minutes.


    Just get the gun and go.


    The thought of his shotgun in his hands brought a sense if security. Pushing the door open it creaked. Suddenly he jumped at the sound footsteps approaching rapidly. Lunging for the light a piercing sting rocked the side of his abdomen. He crumpled to the floor screaming.


    "Milo Halifax!"


    Bleary eyed from the pain, Milo clenched his jaw. His side felt warm, the sensation travelling down his thigh. Moving to rise, a rough hand clutched his left ankle. The person gave a tentative squeeze.


    "Do humans enjoy being feeble? Is it a hindrance having to rely on trinkets instead of natural ability?"


    The pressure around Milos ankle grew. Growing until a cracking noise broke through his grunts. Milo was sure his scream shook the neighborhood.


    "I''m a fair being Halifax. Did I kill you? No. Have I thought of it? Plenty times. I miss judged how long you''d stay a drunk. The two months here have been pure bliss thanks to you and Dan. Unfortunately, our time has ended."


    Milo''s chest constricted uncomfortably, and he began to wheeze. Trying his best to ebb the pain away with sheer will. Three things flagged in his mind:


    Theo is in his house.


    Theo is not fucking normal.


    This isn''t a good situation.


    Milo drug himself over to his bed. The unsettling sound of bones breaking echoed behind him. The hair on his neck rose as dread surrounded him. If he could just reach the hunting knife under his bed...


    A growl made him flinch. The hallway light cast a yellow glow into the room. Milo turned, yelling at the sight of the monstrosity. Its devilishly fanged grin oozed with saliva, seeping into his plush beige carpet.


    "That''s going to be a bitch to get out."


    A wide eye Milo mumbled to himself, as if his own blood seeping around him wasn''t an issue. His hands were cold, and his head felt heavy.


    "Halifax!"


    He could hear a distant crash from down the hall. When Milo took his gaze off the beast, the creature lunged. Bringing his hands up, Milo looked away, not wanting to see his death.


    *~*~*


    Theo charged flexing his long claws. He growled with excitement at feeling the worthless man writhe beneath him. Coating his hand in his blood and lapping up the warmness it created.


    At least, that''s what he imagined.


    An object struck him on the right side of his face. His vision immediately blackened, pain throbbing in its absence. He yelped, halting his charge while a new scent wafted in the room. Sickeningly sweet and floral. Maple syrup? Sunflowers?


    Growling, he was tackled to the ground, the weight of another on top him. The precision in their strikes were swift. They bit down hard on his right shoulder. Tearing away fur and a hefty chunk of flesh.


    A guttural groan left him, but the assailant kept up their attack. Biting and ravaging for any vulnerable areas. Theo tucked his muzzle close to his chest as they went for his neck. They latched onto his face instead, shaking with all their might. Another yelp, as his cartilage ripped open.


    Raising his hand, he jabbed his claws into their sides. They howled, freeing his face from their grip. Quickly he threw them across the room, ignoring the racket that followed. Crouching low he moved on all fours.


    With his remaining eye he noticed a tan wolf pulling themselves out the rumble that was once a dresser. They were petite in form compared to him, but the ferocity in their eyes spoke volumes. Blood tainted their coat from the injuries.


    He''d chuckle at their spirit if he were in human form. It had been a while since he was caught by surprise. Nevertheless, he wasn''t amused. Readying himself, Theo stalked forward. A cocking sound made his ears twitch. It didn''t take critical thinking to know what it was. Snarling, he leaped into the hall, missing a shotgun blast by centimeters. This was far from over but he wasted too much time.


    *~*~*


    Back in the room, Milo panted, leaning against the wall. His hands shook while he tried to reload the shotgun, cursing himself for not investing in an automatic. Blood now dripped from the hem of his shirt. Seeing the other beast show he didn''t waste the opportunity, dragging himself to his gun safe in the closet. Thankfully he left them loaded.


    Unfortunately, he wasn''t fast enough. It got away. Sighing he slid down the wall, bleeding out. Certain that, his carpet is ruined and death will come eventually.


    Shuffling made him tilt his head forward. He could see paws as it walked on all fours opposed to Theo. Even so, he was sure its height was in the 6ft range. Its head was obscured by the brim of his hat. As the beast stepped closer the fur began to recede.


    Milo, with his last bit of strength struggled to aim at the beast. The paws became feet and hands. The feet had yellow painted nails. Darkness edged around his vision, he shivered at the coldness that wracked his body. The shotgun went slack, then hit the carpet with a soft thunk.


    "Here I thought the cigs would get you first."


    That voice, that sweet fucking voice. Always sarcastic and stubborn. It lacked all sarcasm now. Teetering above a whisper. Still soft, still feminine...still Elaina.


    He heard her chuckle lightly.


    "You think I''m soft and feminine?"


    Christ, did I say that out loud?


    Milo looked up until his eyes meet chocolate ones. When the light hit them, he gasped at the reflection.


    "E-Elaina?"


    She gave a half-smile. His body became lax at the sight of her, leaving him speechless. Puncture wounds littered her sides but looked to be healing before his very eyes. Crouching she removed his hat, running her hand across his forehead. Wanting to say more, he opened his mouth, releasing a groan before falling unconscious. His mind, full with images of the woman who saved him.

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    "General Diem, should we wake her?"


    "No need, you did good. I''ll let Alpha Gian know what you discovered." Nodding, the two recruits took off down the snow-covered sloped ridge. Turning back, he gazed at the woman.


    He couldn''t see her face, nor most her body. She buried those parts of her within the butchered elk carcass. Crouching he heard light snoring leaving the hollowed-out chest cavity. No clothing lay around, only a winding blood trail. It emerged from a cluster of Aspens, zigzagging over the snowfall from the previous night. She must have chased the poor bastard up the mountain.


    Perplexed he stood, using his foot to tap her backside. She wriggled like a snake, burying herself further. Scoffing, he glowered and reached inside.


    She practically scrapped it clean in here.


    When his hand grazed something that felt like hair, he grabbed a fistful and pulled, dragging her out.


    "Wake up mutt."


    *~*~*


    Khalia jerked at the tightness on her head. The cold air on her wet flesh pricked her skin. Shivering, she reached up, determined to rub out the pounding headache.


    "Diesel, stop. I''ll let you out in 30 mins."


    "Diesel? Is that your Alpha? Why are you in Cruel-Mane territory? Are you a rogue?"


    Instantly her eyes flew open. Her hand sat atop another''s. The hand was large and gripped her with such force that, if she wasn''t frightened, she''d have beat him.


    The air soon became suffocating, a pressure weighing down on her. Oddly a sense of familiarity passed and Khalia shuddered. She''s felt this before. Feeling a pull to her scalp, she got up on her knees.


    "Ow! You don''t have to be fucking rough!"


    The sunlight that warmed her abruptly vanished. He tilted her head back and her eyes widened at the hardened face. Bizarre yellow irises bore into her brown. Like Marigolds and Sunflowers. Its vibrant hue sent a wave of contentment buzzing in her body. His brown hair danced with the icy wind. The strong urge to sniff and taste him made her squint. It had to be the percs. Looking past his chest it was then that she recoiled.


    "Motherfucker you''re naked!"


    "Diem!"


    Hearing footsteps Khalia watched him turn his head, releasing the grip on her. Crawling backwards she collided with the trunk of a tall evergreen. Whipping her head to the right Khalia''s eyes met green ones. They also met two other pairs, of which she chose to ignore. Acknowledging them would be acknowledging that she was naked.


    Naked in the mountains, covered in blood...with other...naked individuals.


    "Damn girl, you did a number in this one."


    Heat rose to her face and she looked at the elk. Opening her mouth she managed a squeak. His accusation surprised her more than his genitalia waving in her face. This man was blessed and highly favored.


    "Why are you hunting in Cruel-Mane territory? Where do you come from Kirma?"


    That word again.


    Khalia studied Green Eyes. Taking in his sable skin and high cheek bones. His voice was gruff yet silvery. Lucious locs rest atop his head in a lazy bun. His demeanor wasn''t intimidating like Yellow Eyes. He made her feel...safe? If that was the correct word.


    His words dawned on her.  Wild eyes took in the macabre scene around them. The decapitated elk''s body was torn open and chewed limbs were scattered around the area. Doing a 360, she spotted the head by a few yards away. Its eyes were missing, and the empty sockets cut into her. Taunting her, asking why she would commit a heinous deed. Glancing down at herself she took in the dried blood, fur, and fleshy bits.


    "Is she mute, Diem?"


    Green eyes spoke, scratching at his beard. He turned to Yellow Eyes.


    "No, very vocal. I believe she might be fresh. No logical Lycan would waste a hunt like this."


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    Diem?


    Alpha Gian?


    Did he call me stupid?


    The man called Alpha Gian let out a sigh. He looked at Diem then to the two other men who accompanied him. Silently they nodded and began descending on her. Gian stepped next to Diem, pulling him into conversation.


    "Run."


    The word rang in her mind like church bells. A deep urgency surged within. One man leered, dragging his eyes slowly over her body. The other gave a lascivious grin as he wrapped his cold fingers around her arm, yanking her from the ground.


    "Fucking run."


    As soon as Khalia stepped forward, she quickly lurched her body backwards. The unexpected force startled the men causing their hold to slip. With their hands off her she felt a hum pulse within.


    "Run damn it! Fucking run!"


    She booked it. She couldn''t get caught. Not by four naked men in the mountains. Frantically she scanned the terrain, spotting a gap in a cluster of Aspen trees. They wouldn''t provide the best coverage, but she hoped it''d hinder them.


    Cutting to the left, Khalia made it pass two trees before a force rocked her from behind. Yelping, she went tumbling into the trees, along with her attacker. They rolled until a pile of downed trees stopped them. Her lungs were on fire and her back throbbed.


    Face down she turned her head, panting. Her left cheek scraped the hardened layer of snow and a familiar copper taste filled her mouth. Going to raise her head she grunted when it forcibly got pushed down. The body on top of her sent warmth across her backside. Each breath they took, pushed her down into the cold.


    They stayed out of her peripheral, spreading her legs with their own, and resting between them. At the base of her cheeks, she felt a large mass. Panicking, Khalia stretched out her arm, reaching for a rock nearby.


    "It''s in your best interest to stay still."


    Khalia did exactly that. Especially when he placed his hand over her outstretched one, dragging it away from the rock. He spoke softly, no hints of aggression. Unlike Theo, his voice was hypnotic. Mellifluous and smokey. Vocal producers would kill for this man.


    "Aye! Good job Diem! I wouldn''t have caught her like that, but to each their own. Bring her down to the homestead and have her checked out! I''ll catch up later."


    "Wait! What! I don''t even know what''s going on! Get the fuck off me!"


    At this, Khalia struggled to get up. She couldn''t fathom going through another life-or-death ordeal. The thought of being at someone''s mercy again sent her adrenaline pumping.


    "So explain why you''re in my territory? Is Micheal recruiting outside town? "


    "Micheal? I don''t know Micheal! I got home from a flight last night. I don''t know what the fuck is going on. I swear."


    Diem climbed off her, pulling her up by her arms to face Gian. The feeling of safety in his gaze vanished. The air became heavy and unpleasant. The two others whimpered before staring at the ground. Khalia herself kneeled slowly as an ache formed in her knees.


    Gawking at Gian''s cold expression she connected the dots. Diem tightened his hold, bringing leverage by pulling her up. He pushed her forward, positioning her two inches from Gian. She turned away while he towered over her.


    "T...C?"


    Cupping her chin, he bared her neck to the sky. Taking an icy hand, he dragged it along the raised flesh. Involuntarily she shivered at the sensitivity, and leaned against Diem. Gian stepped back. Grasping his own chin, he glared down at her.


    "You''re mated. For someone who doesn''t know what''s going on, you''re very in tune to our customs. T.C? Is that your mate?"


    "My what?"


    Khalia''s mouth fell open. She had not a clue what he was talking about, but she knew enough about that word from Nat Geo.


    "I don''t like repeating myself. Take her to the Main House basement. See if you can figure out who her mate is and contact him."


    Contact him? Contact Theo?


    Her lip trembled, and stomach churned. She fell back to her knees and Diem quickly released her. The men covered their noses. Diem looked to Khalia, who like a statue, stayed in place.


    "No. Fuck...please, please don''t find him! Theo can''t- He can''t find me. That guy...killed everyone...he took everything from me. I''ll do whatever you ask."


    Closing her eyes, she sniffled. Her heart drummed like stampeding stallions, pulsating in her ears. Wrapping her arms around herself she shivered. Naked, dirty and forlorn, she felt defeated. Gian waved his hand in front of his nose. A moment passed as he stared at Diem, then sighed.


    "...Under normal circumstances, you''d be held for trespassing and tortured. Due to what you are and what you say...I''ll make an exception. I won''t contact your...the Lycan who marked you. Diem, escort her to a empty cabin near the border. The one nearest to town. I''ll send an omega to assist. I gotta go, meetings and shit."


    With that Gian trudged back to where the elk carcass lay. A broad smile went across his face and Khalia was transfixed by the change.


    "You two take the carcass back to the Main House. She left some good bits!"


    "Yes Alpha!"


    She jumped at their synced voices. When they passed, she kept her gaze to the ground. Uncertain of what to do. The pressure had lifted and she took a deep breath. If she ran, she''ll be caught. If she stayed, they might find him. Or worse...


    A hand wrapped around her shoulder sending tendrils of warmth to her cold extremities. Diem pulled her up to her feet and arched a brow at her. Again, a wave of contentment took over gazing into his honey eyes. They were enticing like the aura that hummed around him.


    This is black magic. He''s a wizard or some type of shit. I shouldn''t feel like this. Not  while cold and naked on a mountain slope, and certainly not around a group of naked strangers!


    She seized up when he approached her. Leaning into her space he brought his lips near her ear. She huffed and her eyes grew when his breath tickled her earlobe.


    "Behave."


    Khalia gasped as his hand clutched her wrist, locking down and leaving no room to wiggle. Instinctively she threw herself backwards. Growling when is grip didn''t budge. A cocky grin spread across his face, and he dragged her down the slope.


    "Follow me Kirma."


    "It''s Lia you jaundice-eyed goblin!"


    Khalia covered her mouth with her free hand. That wasn''t her. It sounded like her, a bit distorted, but she''s never once thought those words. Diem stood by looking at her with a mixture of amusement and bemusement.


    "Lia, you say. Well Lia, welcome to Cruel-Mane."

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    The walk down the mountain was strenuous. Khalia shivered, teeth knocking together. She stumbled to keep up with Diem''s long stride. Legs sinking into the snow on the uneven terrain. Not once did he let go of her hand, privy to her behavior. Holding tighter he guided her down the ski ridge.


    Whistling Ski Resort; not the only one in town but the best for your buck. Khalia glanced at the ski lift parallel to where they walked. It was motionless, thankfully. She visited the resort a few times. Seeing that tall naked men roamed out here, it''ll stay that way.


    Speaking of tall naked men, Khalia raised a brow at Diem. His gait exuded a lazy confidence. Bronze undertones made his sun-tanned skin look bold against the snowy landscape. His back muscles contoured with each step over hardened snow. Shamefully, she ogled his ass before chiding herself. This wasn''t the time.


    "We have Theo. He is master."


    Khalia nodded then realized what she was agreeing too. A disgusted look crossed her face, and she shook her head. The hand around her wrist tightened with her movements. Khalia groaned, worn out and more likely dying from hypothermia.


    "Can you let me go home?"


    "No."


    Diem sighed as she tugged her wrist. This was her fifth ''surprise'' escape. Having scratched him, smacked him, and even licked him. The last attack caused a boisterous chuckle to leave him, startling her.


    "Listen Kirma, do you know what you are?"


    "Khalia and yes, kidnapped."


    A road appeared in the distance. Next to it a few buildings Khalia assumed were part of the resort.


    "You''re very childish for someone your age."


    "Ya mama was childish for having you."


    Diem hesitated, making her titter. His shoulders rose and she delighted at the aggravated moan he released.


    "You need home training."


    "The fuck does that mean?" She frowned when he didn''t reply. Reaching the road she picked up her pace, happy to be on a solid surface.


    "The cabin isn''t far. When we get there an Omega will help you clean up. Afterwards, Alpha Gian and Luna Nyla will come assess your situation."


    "Don''t know, don''t care. I don''t have a situation! This is kidnapping."


    With her balance better she fell in step next to him. Quickening his pace, she glowered at the side of his face. Suddenly, he stopped. Looking down at her he leaned in close, a deadpanned expression.


    "I found you naked in an elk carcass. You were sleeping."


    "Inside?"


    "Yes, inside or deep in them guts as your people say."


    "Aht, excuse me, my people?" She growled in frustration when he chuckled. The sound making the hair stand on her neck.


    "Yes, your people. You humans. Homo sapiens if that suits your fancy."


    "Are you not human?"


    "No."


    "What are you?"


    "Asked you first. We''re here."


    Khalia watched the corner of his lips turn upward. Diem pointed to a driveway that ran parallel to the road. It was barely noticeable with the abundant Oak Brush covering the entrance. As they began walking down the drive, she noticed a group of trees clustered around a clearing. In the center sat a dilapidated cabin. The stained logs were bowed and splintered, creating gaps in the exterior. Snow and ice hung from the roof that looked ready to collapse. Two boarded up windows, and a slanted door hardly on its hinges.


    A small gasp left her and she stilled. He was going to kill her. He was going to torture her, get his rocks off, and kill her. Whatever the fantasy, Khalia wanted no parts.


    Picking up on her hesitation Diem stopped as well. Smoke could be seen leaving the soot-covered chimney. Letting go of her wrist he went to the door. Khalia took two steps back, intent on running again.


    "I''m not going to chase you this time Kirma. Your Fated will find you sooner or later."


    Diem dismissed her with a wave. She glared daggers into his back while clenching her jaw. Ready to chastise when abruptly the rickety door flew open, hitting the frame. A sharp vibration battered her ears, and she hastily covered them. A young woman emerged in the doorway. She looked no older than 16 with honey blond hair and light brown eyes to match. Tawny dimples highlighted her pearly smile.


    "Diem! I''ve missed you!"


    The southern drawl was heavy in her voice. Diem laughed when the woman threw herself on him. Wrapping his arms around her waist he lifted her off the ground, rocking side to side. Khalia gawked, not sure if she should look away or pull him off the girl.


    "Caleesi! You''re the one Alpha sent?"


    Diem put her down. Caleesi gave a nervous smile. Twiddling her hands behind her back.


    "Ah, a bit of wanderlust again Caleesi? That''s against the law."


    "Well, if Alpha Gian would let us leave once in a while! It''s bad enough he moved me to the homestead! That''s kidnapping!"


    Khalia snorted, shooting Diem a sneer. She hesitated when Caleesi''s eyes landed on her. Cheeks flushing as she looked up and down.


    "Who is this?"


    Diem placed a hand on Caleesi''s shoulder.


    "Glad you asked, this is Lia."


    "Khalia to you."


    "Kha-lia. She''s a temporary guest."


    "Hostage."


    Diem frowned and she folded her arms, hitting him with a steely stare.


    "Khalia is a Kirma."


    "Oh, shut up! Kirma born?"


    "Ask her yourself. I''m heading back to the grounds. It''s been a pleasure Kha-lia."


    He started back the way they came while she huffed. A soft hand snaked her wrist pulling her view. Caleesi beamed while waving at the departing man.


    "Bye Diem! See you later!"


    Khalia watched him give a backhanded wave then sprint up the mountain. A gasp left her as she awed at the speed. As if he was surfing on water, he pounded through the snow, reaching the ridge, where she lost sight of him.


    "Kay, so I may have clothes that fit. If not, I''ll ask the other girls. I''m Caleesi! Who are you? Are you from here? Oh, I bet you''re a rogue. Scratch that, we never get excitement here. Did you lose your permit? He did say you were fresh. Oh! So then who changed you? Was it family member? Ex? Hey, are ya cold? Why aren''t you speakin''? You not all there huh?"


    Khalia stared speechless at the back of her head. Mouth agape at the word vomit she impressively spewed.


    "We keep the spares in the bedroom. I''ll grab them. The shower is that door. It''s not ideal, but it gets the job done!"


    Caleesi bounded off to the bedroom leaving Khalia to look around the sooty interior. The air brewed a cocktail of smoke and mildew. Two wooden chairs and a rounded table were the only thing present. Two doors were on the opposite side of the room. One, Caleesi entered. A fireplace crackled lightly, warming her numb flesh.


    Aware of the filth on her, a shower didn''t sound bad. Briskly padded to the other door, ready to melt in the relaxing waters. Imagine her surprise when cold air tickled her. A stall made of planks surrounded the door. A black hose was duck taped to the wall opposite her. On the end a dirty shower head hung limply.


    Khalia followed the hose down to the ground where it disappeared in a crack between the stall and cabin wall. A questionable discolored matt rest on the ground. Hearing walking behind her she crooned her neck. Caleesi gave a sheepish smile, holding up a pair of short shorts, a tank top, and towels. Two bottles also sat atop the pile.


    "I guess I need to fill my bin. Hopefully these fit! I''ll go turn the water on! The pump is on the other side. Please don''t run away! I''m so not in the mood to chase you."


    "...Uh, I''ll do my best not to? Um, thanks Caleesi."


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    Khalia shut the door behind her and stepped on the rubber mat. Making a face she tensed up hearing Caleesi'' on the other side. Giving a holler, Khalia shut her eyes and prepared for the worst shower of her life.


    *~*~*


    It took fifteen mins for Khalia to step into the frigid water. Another thirty to scrub the muck out  her hair and off her body. Surprisingly, her belly ring remained intact, and she scrubbed it the best she could. Afterwards she dressed in the bedroom. Times like these Khalia wished she were bald. After ten minutes of finger detangling, she gave up. Instead splitting her hair down the middle and creating two large puffs. When she exited Caleesi smiled widely and motioned for her sit.


    "Well, the shorts too tight but at least the top is cute!"


    Khalia scoffed while pulling the fabric from between her ass. They rode back up as soon as she sat down.


    "These are drawls."


    "Which is a step up from your earlier attire. Anyway, Alpha Gian and Luna Nyla will be here shortly."


    "Luna Nyla?"


    "Oh that''s right, you''re a Kirma! Let''s clear this up now: Kirma born or changed?"


    Caleesi propped her chin on the palm of her hands. She studied Khalia like one would a bug under a microscope.


    "What is Kirma? What does that mean? Everyone keeps calling me that shit."


    "Oh right, this is like teaching a newborn!"


    Narrowed eyes pierced Caleesi and Khalia huffed angrily. The younger girl laughed.


    "Easy girl. Kirma means mongrel. They shouldn''t exist, a blight in our ecosystem some would say. Especially human Kirmas.  A shifter mixes with a vampire? Your either going to get a powerful puppy or a blood crazed fiend. Regardless, you''re not weak."


    Khalia leaned in closer devouring every word. It seemed surreal to hear her mention vampires so casually. Caleesi''s nose wrinkled and a dejected sparkle filled her eye.


    "A human though, a human Kirma, is a death sentence. There is no best of both. Those souls aren''t meant to be one. Their bodies can''t handle the anomaly. With no unity the souls fracture. Sounds like agony to me."


    Caleesi''s last words sent a chill through her.


    "What''s a shifter? Is it just werewolves?"


    "Oh right, y''all call us werewolves, werecats, were-whatnots. It''s not limited to my kind." Caleesi waved her hand while rolling her eyes.


    "So...Animorphs?"


    "I''m sorry?"


    "Never mind, you said fractured soul?"


    "Oh yea! Dangerous really. When the souls fractures one turns into a Feral. Psyche breaks down and they...become lost. Lost forever."


    Khalia''s nose twitched and the smell of rain permeated the room. Caleesi''s face hung solemnly and she noticed a misty glaze over her eyes.


    How many Ferals have you seen?


    About to ask more questions ta quick tap at the door interrupted them. Caleesi scrambled out of her chair, knocking it over in the process. Standing up straight she became stoic as her hands went behind her back. A position she''s witnessed Jay do a few times.


    "Good morning, Alpha Gian and Luna Nyla!"


    Gian and a woman stood in the doorway. A head shorter than him, she walked with a delicate step. A kinky black fro framed her heart shaped face. Her amber eyes held concern as they searched the room. Lighting up when they landed on Caleesi. She had the pearliest whites Khalia ever saw. A loose yellow dress with heels to match complimented her reddish-brown complexion. She was the light on a moonless night.


    "Caleesi, how are you?"


    Warm and sincere, her voice made a small smile cross Khalia''s face.


    "I''m feelin fantastic Luna Nyla."


    "Oh? Is that so? Then tell me why Beta Chase said you went missing after breakfast?" Nyla folded her arms and cocked her head slightly at a bashful Caleesi.


    "N-no ma''am! Alpha Gian called for an omega, and I jumped at the opportunity. Early bird gets the hog and such!"


    "Well if that''s the case I''m glad to hear it. Mama Edith needs an extra hand helping with daycare. I''ll inform her that you volunteered to assist for...two weeks. Be there tomorrow 5:30 am to noon."


    Khalia never seen someone''s eyes enlarge as much as Caleesi''s. The young girl gasped and remained speechless until Gian cleared his throat.


    "Y-yes Luna Nyla."


    "Good, lunch passed in the Main House already but there should be leftovers. Get something to eat and head to your room for the day."


    Caleesi''s shoulders dropped and she sighed. Saying a quick goodbye to Khalia she headed out the door. On the way Gian placed a hand on her shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze.


    "A few more months, your about there."


    Caleesi solemnly grinned then took her leave. An emptiness settled in the cabin without her bubbly persona. Together, they had a strong presence around them, easily towering over her 5''5 frame. Walking over Gian picked up the fallen stool and motioned for Nyla to sit.


    Biting her lip, Khalia ran her hand along her edges, pulling at the single-strand knots. Soft giggling cut the air as Nyla watched.


    "Don''t be nervous Miss Khalia. You''d be dead already if that''s what we wanted. If we wanted to harm you, we would have. Trust and believe."


    Hearing the tone in her voice Khalia''s thoughts went to her mother. Countless times in youth she had been scolded but with a tender reassurance that everything will be alright afterwards. She missed that woman.


    "Here, you look uncomfortable."


    Gian came up behind her and she squeaked when he held out an oversized hoodie. Snatching the peace offering she threw it on, relieved it reached mid-thigh. Olive green in color a lingering smell of peppermint and pine stuck in its fabric. Holding it up to her nose she sucked in the sharp aroma.


    This smells familiar.


    Nyla laughed again at Khalia''s actions.


    "Yes, you are most definitely human descending. So, explain to me how we got here. No matter how insane it sounds to you tell us everything. We can better assist you then."


    Hesitantly, Khalia nodded. Shame blossoming in her heart at the thought of being under scrutiny again.


    "We don''t have time. Find Theo."


    The feminine voice from previously urged on. This time it sounded like her. Whipping her head, she saw nothing. Nyla frowned.


    " I want to help you but we need to know your intention. We''re not like your kind. You''ve realized that by now. You''ve seen some things you can''t explain I take it. Gian informed me that you don''t want us to contact your Fated. Is he abusive? Have you run away?"


    Khalia''s face flushed. The acute foreign anger from the airport resurfaced.


    Theo? My Fated? The demon that destroyed everything?


    "The beast that did this," Khalia pointed at her exposed legs, showing off the scarred skin, "Is nothing of mine! Don''t ever imply such shit!"


    Clenching her fist slammed it on the table. No sooner had she done so a calloused hand swallowed her neck. Contemptuous blue pupils bore into hers and moments later a crash splintered the silence. Pain eroded in her backside. A loud groan left her as she wheezed.


    Faintly, the sound of bones breaking. The alabaster hand spasmed around Kahlia''s throat, its nails growing, piercing her ashen neck. The chair broke into pieces from the force. Instinctively she wrapped her hands around the arm.


    "Beta Chase! Stop!"


    The pounding of feet made Kahlia''s headache worsen. The pain transported her back to the clearing. Being abused by cruel eyes that regarded her as a cheap disposable.


    "Beta Chase, Luna Nyla asked that you stop. A wise decision. Less the repercussion you face from a woman scorned."


    The occupants over her ceased their movements. Chase paused briefly, dithering about removing his hand. A firm squeeze on his shoulder from Nyla seemed to coax him. When his hand left her throat she rolled to the side, violently coughing until she retched.


    "Damn it Chase!"


    Gian growled at the older man who stood unfazed.


    "That Kirma doesn''t belong here! She threatened Luna Nyla''s safety, and you did nothing! I on the other hand acted accordingly!"


    Khalia wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Throat on fire with every breathe that entered her body. Bewildered, she scowled at the older man. His lanky form reminded her of a stick bug. Acne scars pitted his face and crepe lines jutted from under his eyes. A purple robe with gold ensemble adorns him.


    Chase returned her glare and stepped forward, intent on finishing what he started. Scurrying backwards she slammed into something solid. Hands looped under her arms. They were gentle, lifting her off the soiled floor. Spinning around to see her savior, she was caught off guard by his cheeky grin.


    "You''ll make it farther if you use your legs."


    Diem winked. Not bothering a rebuttal, she scrambled behind him. Now dressed, she clasped onto his blue hoodie. Kidnapper or not, he didn''t choke the fuck outta her. Peeping over his shoulder she took in the brewing argument with Gian and Chase.


    "I had it under control!"


    "You call this control? Ha! Your father, the true Alpha, had better control! Conversing with a rogue? He''d have that filthy mutt in a cell for crossing our borders!"


    "Remember who you''re speaking to Beta Chase!"


    "I''m speaking to an Alpha on trial! Remember that until your Enthronement Ceremony! I rue the day that transpires!"


    "Enough!"


    Nyla''s voice shot through the cabin. Automatically Khalia ducked behind her safety blanket. Burying into his back, her legs trembled.


    "This is not the time nor place for disruption. Diem, please take Miss Khalia home. Her home is likely to be near Cruel-Mane. Assuming she has a valid permit, there is no need for this behavior Beta Chase. We will finish up this conversation tomorrow in the Main House. Diem, you will need to be present. Her situation may be one you''ve encountered."


    Khalia listened to the clicking of heels, tensing up when they ended in front of Diem. She refused to show herself, content on remaining concealed.


    "I''m incredibly sorry this happened. I understand if you wish not to return to our community. However, I do hope you show up tomorrow. It''ll be detrimental for you to know of this...new world. You''re free to go."


    Thankfully her security blanket wasted no time. Spinning he scooped her up bridal style. The motion caused a hiss to escape her and she rubbed her head. When they exited muffled shouting could be heard in the cabin.


    Khalia felt her body lax at the sight of a seeing a black Toyota Tundra idle in the driveway. The tinted windows made it sleek design welcoming. Her eyelids grew heavy and the heat pooling off him lulled her into a dreamy state. Stifling a cough she buried into his shoulder.


    "Where do you live?"


    She mumbled, feeling her body bounce as he shook her.


    "Where do you live Khalia?"


    "Here."


    His grumbling was the last thing she heard.


    *~*~*


    "Khalia! Khalia get up!"


    A loud crash roused her first. Then the hands that shook her. Disoriented, she sat up. Taking in the coffee table, computer desk, and grey sofa chaise, Khalia became more confused. She was home. The puzzling questions were put on the back burner when another crash rocked the house. Alarmed she stumbled off the sofa, Diesel nowhere in sight.


    Did he get in the trash again?


    "Diesel!"


    "In here!"


    "Diem? Why the hell are you in my room!"


    Khalia''s uncertainty outweighed her shock watching Diem toss clothes, shoes, and other personals of hers into suitcases. Dust on the luggage created brown streaks across her duvet cover. Diem tossed two black duffle bags against the wall. The drawers on her slay station were opened, and her jars and their contents on the floor.


    "...Are you fucking joking?"


    "We''re leaving in 20 minutes."


    Picking up the duffle bags he went outside. She ran after him, gasping when she spotted Diesel perched in the backseat, tongue lolling and saliva flying everywhere. Tossing the bags in the bed of the truck, he strode past, back in the house. Hot on his heels, she yanked on the back of his shirt.


    "Will you-"


    The vexing look he put on her stole her breath. It was a jumbled mess of melancholy and abhorrence. Coal colored eyes flicked to the bite on her neck and his lips twisted. Shrugging off her hand he went to the bedroom, emerging later with her cellphone.


    Perturbed by this Khalia checked her phone. Noticing the last four calls and voicemails came from the same number. Opening the voicemail she brought the phone up to her ear. The frantic voice of the detective spilled out the speaker.


    "Damn it! Don''t you ever pick up! I really hope you did as I said! I''m not sure..."


    A deep groan in the background cut her off.


    "Hang on Halifax...Yes do it! - I don''t care, I''ll deal with that later...shit. Listen, I know you don''t care to speak with us but we don''t have fucking time for this! He got your address! Theo is coming!"


    Khalia yanked speaker from her ear, burned by the words spoken. Her jaw hung open while her heart leapt. A shuffling noise pulled her gaze to Diem. The atmosphere about him no longer exuded the lazy confidence. His skin seemed alive and hair, tousled by anxious hands. More questions, no answers.


    "How... did you open-?"


    "Diesel knew your password."


    Short and to the point. Her brows furrowed and lips grew tight.


    "Did you go through it? ...Fuck, did you look at the vide-?"


    "Cvengros."


    "What?"


    "Theo''s last name. It''s Cvengros."

 Bittersweet

    Cinnamon, a distinct spice. Down a bustling sidewalk or held up in a crowded elevator, its aroma encapsulates the senses. So, there was no surprise when Milo homed in on it. Over the putrescent stench of baking soda, lemon, and...vinegar?


    "Halifax, can you hear me?"


    Her melodious voice caused his head to jerk in its direction. Something cool and heavy rest over his eyes.


    "Ah, your awake! Hold on."


    Footsteps padded across the room and a high pitch scraping rang out as curtain rings slid along a metal rod.


    "Sorry, it''s bright in here. I don''t want your eyes to hurt."


    More footsteps, closer now. Cool hands grazed his cheeks. They slid up to his eyes, removing the cloth. He waited with bated breath before opening his eyes. At first the room appeared hazy. A tangerine glow emitted from a candle on the nightstand.


    "How are you feeling?"


    Her concerned tone pulled his gaze to her. Milo tried to recall a time he''s ever seen Elaina with her hair down. Wavy strands cascaded over her shoulders. The baggy tan sweater made her appear shorter than she was. Milo remembered that he had a similar sweater somewhere around here.


    Looking, he spotted the dresser gone. Baskets of laundry sat in its place; the clothes neatly folded. The wall that took the brunt of the shotgun shells still had a large hole, showing the insulation inside. His carpet, now a mixture of beige and pink, was sopping wet. A bucket and sponge sat next to where he first collapsed.


    Furrowing his brows, he went to sit up. His bones popped from the movement. He had hoped that the events were a dream. However, a dull ache pulsated in his side.


    "I feel...dead?"


    Her light giggle filled the air.


    "You''re not if that''s any reassurance. You were unconscious for two days. He nicked you good. I didn''t think I''d be able to save you. Dr. Wreath wasn''t sure the transfusion would take and..."


    Trailing off she jumped up out of the chair by his bedside, going back to the bucket. Milo watched her wring out sponge and start working on the carpet. She kept her gaze down, not glancing up to meet his confused stare. As if knowing the imminent questions to come.


    "Elaina...what are you?"


    "Yes, he was Khalia''s doctor."


    Did she not hear?


    "Elaina."


    His voice cracked slightly. A burning sensation irritated his chest and where that beast cut him. Elaina paused. He could see the contemplative expression. Her mouth hanging open, then abruptly shutting.


    "Elaina...Elaina don''t ignore me! I was just gutted by a fucking monster and then you turned into one. Tell me!"


    She winced at "monster" and ceased her actions. Letting go of the sponge she warily stared at him.


    "...I''m a Lycan."


    "A what?"


    Again, she murmured.


    Milo clenched his fist together, eyes narrowing at the woman. Electricity surged through his veins. With swiftness an injured man shouldn''t have he charged towards her, snatching her arm. Yanking her off the floor, the motion stunned them both. Underneath he felt her arm tense, and she pulled back. Time stopped as he watched her fist fly at him.


    A crunch pierced the air as her fist crushed his nose. Sprawling, he hit the ground violently. Something ripped near his side, and a warmth touched his stomach.


    "Don''t ever in life think you can fucking touch me like that."


    Footsteps marched over to his writhing form. Kneeling she carefully avoided the blood dripping spewing from his nose. Between them thick budding detest grew as Elaina glowered at the hate Milo bore into her.


    "Get out of my fucking house. Now."


    The words were muffled but she understood. Sneering, Elaina hurried to the door. Milo pulled himself up off the floor, flinching as a towel hit him in the face. He pressed it against his crooked nose, glaring at her with bleary eyes.


    "I''m going to Whistling. You can stay here and curse my kind and me all you want. Fact is Milo, humans are not the only  beings. There''s a lot I want to tell you...wanted to tell you. With how badly this escalated...you''re not ready for what''s out there. Which is why it sucks it has to end like this...I thought we were getting along."


    He said nothing and stared blankly at the woman he spent the last few weeks with. She gave him a half smile and though he could be imaging it, a sparkle in her eye. She was waiting for something. Something he wouldn''t give her. Raising his hand, he dismissed her. Seeing her shoulders sagged sent a chill through his heart.


    "By the way, the transfusion, my blood will leave your system over the course of a few days. Until then there will be some adverse side effects. Ignore them and you''ll be fine. It was the only way I could save you. Good luck out there...Hal...Milo."


    He waited until he heard the front door slammed to move. The towel was dyed red and becoming more drenched by the second. Heading to the bathroom he paused in the doorway. The dingy carpet he vowed to vacuum weeks ago had crisp clean lines on the surface. Baseboards, a cleaner''s nightmare, were polished and shown immaculate. The pale blue walls were tainted a slight pink. Partially faded from the scrubbing someone did.


    Seeing this prompted him to step further into his adobe. Dirty clothes were piled in a corner, the ashtrays were emptied, and three candles were spread about. Looking at the labels, none of them said cinnamon. Groaning, Milo threw the towel on the coffee table. It landed with a loud squelch. Heading to the kitchen. He took a deep breath to calm his flurry of emotions.


    Why did she clean up?


    The idea of being grateful came but rapidly changed to anger.


    That thing went through my stuff.


    Huffing at the thought, he went straight to the fridge, grabbing one of the neatly stacked pints of Jameson. During his emotional unrest a pleasant odor pulled at him.


    Searching, Milo stopped and finally observed the kitchen. It was in shambles. Flour dusted the counters and floor, eggshells sat in a pile nearby the stove, and vegetable oil dripped onto the floor. The sink, filled with soapy water, was a breath away from overflowing.


    Nonetheless, amid it all, a pan of cinnamon rolls sat. The toasted golden-brown buns steamed lightly, creating ripples in the air. Cream cheese melting atop the bread and flowing off to pool around it. Enormous and mouthwatering, Milo''s stomach rumbled. Sorrow reflected at him from the glass paned cabinets.


    "Damn. Damn, damn, damn!"


    *~*~*


    Two days. Two days of perpetual fear and grief. The latter being the worst. A festering wound on the mind and body. Leaving a deep sense of hopelessness with nothing to entertain but the "What if''s":


    What if they went tropical? Cruise to Jamaica?


    What if her car broke down on the way to the Cape?


    What if they took what the ranger said more seriously?


    What if she picked Marcus over Theo that night, would she be dead too?


    In the icy and poorly lit cabin, these hypotheticals rampaged Khalia''s mind. Burying her damp face deeper into her pillow, she pulled the duvet over her head. Diesel''s tags chimed lightly as he stirred on his bed.


    Diem was swift in alerting Gian and the others of the threat. Speeding back up the mountain in half the time it took to leave it. Slowing only when they encountered slick road further ahead. In the entirety of the drive he said nothing. She found it nerve-wracking. Watching his jaw flex and skin slither. When he opened his mouth to huff, she spotted large canines. Shaking his head, they disappeared.


    Occasionally he''d glance at her. His gaze always on her marred face. It sent a chill down her spine every time. In those instances, Diesel would pop his head in the front. Panting away as he licked her cheek, dispelling the uncomfortable atmosphere.


    When they reached the cabin Beta Chase stood outside. The tail end of his robes dragging along the ground while he approached the truck. Diem cracked his window a pinch, which annoyed the other man. His look of disdain deepened when he saw her. Her face flushed from the discomfort, and she looked away.


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    Unexpectedly a growl, much louder than Chase''s resonated from the backseat. Diesel jutted his head to the front, teeth bared and sized up the Beta. Diem ruffled his head.


    "Good boy."


    As minuscule the gesture, she couldn''t help but smile, Chase on the other hand, huffed.


    "Luna Nyla and...Alpha Gian had important matters to see. The Kirma is to lodge here at the request of Luna Nyla. Any information you have about this, Theo Cvengros, present it tomorrow in the Main House."


    Hearing his name caused Khalia to shudder and sadly not of fright. Pouting, Beta Chase took his leave.


    "I don''t know what you did to Diesel but...thank you. Thanks for all this. Sorry if it sounds disingenuous. I''m feeling-"


    "Discombobulated? Scared? Aroused? All the above?"


    Letting out a deep chuckle he hopped out the truck as she glared at his backside.


    "You aggy. I''m being genuine here."


    "Are you having a stroke?"


    Khalia gasped but cackled all the same. It wasn''t long before they carried her belongings in the bedroom. Khalia''s eyes watered from the staleness of the room. It was surprisingly large and bare, except for few clothing and a ridiculous amount of pillows.


    At first, she found the twenty sizable pillows peculiar, however Diesel quickly squashed the oddity. Immediately he went to sniffing, pausing to roll his head in the smelly pile. Dropping the bags in her arms she ran over and yanked his collar.


    "Diesel stop! That''s nasty! It stinks! Do you want to stink? Do you want to smell like another dog''s ass? No? Didn''t think so."


    Dropping his ears he whined.


    "Well damn."


    Startled, she rolled her eyes at Diem, who leaned against the doorway. His tossed hair grazed the doorframe, a mess from the day''s activities. He appeared laxer but she noticed the mild tension in jaw. He rubbed his 5 o''clock shadow before rolling up his sleeve and coming in the room. Even in the dull lighting she could make out the rope like veins that wrapped his arms.


    Putting his hands in his pockets the added weight exposed his red briefs. Images of what''s underneath filled her thoughts, and she rubbed her cheeks.


    "Ya know, he sees you lusting for him like a cheap harlot. We should be searching for out Fated. Not entertaining Jaundice Goblin."


    Her dulcet voice spoke in her mind. Khalia''s brows arched in response. Diem gave a ghost of a smile.


    "Can you hear her now?"


    "Her being who? Myself? It''s honestly very fucking annoying. These thoughts, they aren''t mine. It''s a parasite."


    Bringing her arms up she wrapped them around her. A faint growling sounded by her ear. She fanned her hands.


    "Parasite seems a bit over the top."


    "Says the one with yellow irises. She called you Jaundice Goblin by the way."


    Diem snorted and headed over to the makeshift bedding. He glanced at the pillows, a mischievous glint tugging his lips. Reaching down he picked up a red stained pillow.


    It was worn and lumpy. The edges were frayed, showing the stuffing within. She about mistook it for a small animal with the fur on it.


    "Here. Smell this."


    "I beg your fucking pardon?"


    "Did you hear me stutter?"


    Another glare aimed his way. Shaking his head he chucked it at her, snickering when she jumped. Khalia wanted to smack the playful look off his face. This wasn''t the time nor place. Sensing her need for violence a cocky grin formed, and he strolled towards her. Retrieving the pillow, he held it up between them. She saw the fur was a mixture of colors, brindle mostly.


    "Sniff. If you comply, I''ll go back for your bed."


    "That''s a bit unreasonable my guy."


    "Do you want to sleep on this floor? I guarantee you don''t want to sleep on this floor." The cocky grin became a cocky smile.


    "Boy get outta my face."


    "Make your choice."


    "Fine!"


    Huffing, she balled up her fist before snatching it from his hand. Diesel, aka traitor, was glued next to him. Taking the affectionate pats to his dome. Keenly they watched her bring the pillow up to her face. Inhaling, her nose crinkled at the burning sensation, and her skin crawled at the bits of fur. She pulled it back.


    "Diem."


    "Focus."


    Sighing, she brought it closer. At first Khalia expected the same allergen fueled burn. It was a bit of a surprise when the robust smell of pine struck her senses. She practically tasted the citrusy needles on her tongue. Deeply intrigued, she focused on that spot. This time the crisp smell of peppermint stung her nostrils. A stimulating find considering the source. Soon, she found herself probing the entire pillow.


    Dirt freshly excavated. Vanilla, and not that knock off shit, this was lavish. Unconsciously she licked her lips.


    "Khalia?"


    Elk? Turkey?  It couldn''t be placed.


    "Khalia."


    Is that blood?  Her stomach growled.


    "Khalia!"


    "What!"


    She shouted and snapped her head up to a smug grin. A tickle brushed her cheeks and nose. Looking down Khalia noticed a clean spot on the pillow.


    "Ugh!"


    Pulling the sleeves of her hoodie, she desperately cleaned her face. Plucking clusters of fur from her mouth as well. Diesel soon whined happily, joining in with the man who was doubled over, screeching. They hollered as she shambled around for water.


    Pinching the bridge of his nose, Diem pointed to the truck. In the cup holder was a tumbler that she wasted no time snatching. She doused her face and gargled, spitting on the ground. When their eyes met this time, he gave her his brightest smile.


    "Still think I smell?"


    *~*~*


    That question remained at the forefront of her mind. Popping up amid her pity party. Diem did as promised, retrieving her bed even the adjustable frame that couldn''t be used. She hadn''t seen him since that day.


    Caleesi visited after daycare duties. Filling her in on people, and a life she''s yet to experience. Beta Chase did as well, though he stayed a distance away from the cabin. Informing her that her permit was valid, unfortunately. She wasn''t sure if he intended on the last part being heard. The meeting was moved to tomorrow. Like Caleesi, she couldn''t leave. Truthfully, that was the last thing she wanted.


    Khalia would never admit that her two days here were spent with lascivious dreams of Theo, sleeping or awake. She continually roused with her hand between her thighs or inside her. Moaning for someone who wasn''t there, who wasn''t wanted. And the voice, Parasita she named her, laughs. Titters at her denial and guilt.


    This night was no better. When the moan shot past her lips and her toes curl, she closed her eyes at the blissful waves. Resting her hand atop her clit, she lay in humiliation.


    "He feels us. When you touch yourself, he knows you think of him."


    "Who? Diem?"


    The growl in her mind made her flinch. Khalia snorted, having caught on to the Stockholm Syndrome this thing possessed.


    "Fuck with ya mama bitch, not me. The sooner I''m rid of you the better. The sooner all of this is over, the better."


    "Hmm, well, there is a way that might work. It''s risky."


    That statement quipped her interest and she sat up on her bed. A dim glow cast into the room. The fire would need more wood soon. Getting out, Khalia shuffled over to the fireplace.


    "You have to be relaxed for it to work. More relaxed than we already are." She chuckled.


    There was a charming tone in Parasita''s voice. One that shouldn''t be trusted but pessimism was mute at this point. She didn''t care what the trick was as long as she wasn''t inside her head any longer. Throwing a few logs into the fireplace, Khalia bustled to her duffle bag from the trip. Digging in the pockets until she found the small pill bottle.


    Diem had been adamant that drugs weren''t to be used on Cruel-Mane territory. Finding her stash to be of the degenerate mindset. Regardless she scooped up her Bud jar he tossed to the floor, leaving her Tabs for another day.


    Popping the pills the, she grimaced. The rule frustrated her. She wasn''t a part of this place. Who were they to tell her how to conduct herself? She lost everything, gaining nothing but a demon. By no means would she ever call herself a fiend. But two days with no high? Come on now.


    Why be sober if my life is over?


    Another chortle of laughter. In her mind, a beast stalked the shadows. Amber eyes, gleamed as its body remained hidden. The vision felt unsettling real, and she shook her head to expel it.


    "Your life is far from over."


    Ignoring her Khalia pulled a chair up to the fireplace. The budding warmth gave her goosebumps. Diesel, stirring from her movement, peeked his head out the bedroom door. Giving him a smile, she waved him off to return to sleep. Yawning, he dragged himself next to her chair, where he threw himself down.


    "You''re going to break a hip doing that."


    Returning to her hands, Khalia stared at the pre-roll. Quickly lit the joint and all her problems melted away after the first inhale. The sour floral taste twirled in her mouth. Throwing the empty bottle into the flames, Khalia tilted her head back in the chair.


    Drag after drag she pondered life until her vision blurred. Deciding that was enough, she flicked the roach into the fire. Standing up, she leaned sideways, vertigo taking ahold. Simultaneously, the crackling of the fire grew deafening. Everything seemed deafening. Diesel''s breathing sounded as if it was right in her ear. She could hear the crunch of snow, though none was around the cabin.


    "You''re so fucking na?ve."


    Opening her mouth to rebuttal Khalia''s tongue swelled. Her body grew heavy like stone, and she collapsed to the floor, startling Diesel. The room spun while a dull pain coursed in her veins. Putting a hand on the chair, she screamed at the long black hair bursting out her flesh. A fire flourished in her mind. Bringing her hands up she flinched at the claws that dug into her temple. Diesel cowered in the bedroom.


    "We will not share our affection."


    Panic gripped her realizing what Parasita meant. The fog in her mind dissipated and a beast slinked forward. Khalia stilled, agonized by the sight and pain that overcame her. It looked like Theo, opposite in color, down to the markings on the muzzle. Slender and shorter in stature. Feminine, but not in energy. When it dragged its finger across its throat, she slammed her head against the floor, dispelling the nightmarish visage.


    The pain eased after that blow, buying her a smidge of time. Clambering to the cabin door, she threw it open. The cool frosty air made her recoil and the fire roared. Tendons stretched apart in her feet, and she unleashed another cry. Terrified, she turned to Diesel.


    "Go Diesel! Go!"


    *~*~*


    "F-fuck, Lia Baby, you are my favorite bitch."


    Theo stilled his hand over the tip of his dick, sighing at the warm cum that seeped onto his palm and fingers. The boulder he rests on cooled his increasing temperature. The night was now silent except for the soft plodding of approaching footsteps and the babbling stream. Sitting up he looked down at his naked appearance. The fresh scars from that wretched wolf.


    "Khalia will make it better." His beast purred to him, and he found himself nodding, picturing her full lips wrapped him.


    He needed to taste her. The desire becoming stronger than his want to breath. To have her prostrate at his feet, for him and him only. He grew arrogant, taking advantage of a sacred rite. Turning a human, gifting her with his power. Usually, he slaughtered them in time. Struck them down before it''s completion. It made the hunt, the thrill. Feeling their torment, their terror, and knowing he''s the reason. It''s paradise.


    Until this one lived.


    The attachment grows stronger the longer she lives. He found himself pondering her wellbeing. Daydreaming about her smile, simply disgusting.


    Humans are broken toys. Killing her would end these frivolous emotions.


    "You! State what business you have in Whistling territory!"


    A gruff voice barked at him. Lazily he turned in their direction. Eyeing the three men and a woman who stood on the opposite side of the stream. He studied them while two of the men shifted. It left the couple; he assumed the Alpha and Luna. The other two broke off, moving to flanking positions.


    "Again, what business do you have in my territory!"


    "Looking for something I''ve lost."


    "We have nothing for you. Take your exit now. We don''t give second chances!"


    The woman spoke this time. Her voice wavering at the end once she got a closer look at Theo. Theo grinned widely, his eye changing. The flanking wolves growled, and the others began shifting. Abruptly a howl broke out in the distance. It sent a delightful shiver through his body and his dick began to harden.


    "Actually, I think I''ve found it."


    They snarled at his response, all four leaping at him simultaneously. Theo barely contained his excitement, snarling back, before shifting to clash.

 Give Me A Break

    "Run Diesel!"


    Onyx paws pounded harshly against the frosted ground. Breaths came in short pants that crystallized in the cold mountain air. In the distance, the black and brown speck sprinted to the slope. His cries became a sinful symphony in her ears. Khalia screamed, but a combination of snarls escaped. On autopilot Parasita steered them, exalted at being free.


    "After I kill your pet, we''ll go search for our Fated!"


    The taunt billowed in their shared mind. Khalia growled. It was her now, in the fog, naked. She watched Parasita gain speed on Diesel. She could feel the wind ripple against her flesh, smell the cold mountain air. Yet, when she tried to stop, nothing happened. Like waking during a dream, the willpower to control slipped her grasp. Growling she screamed into the void.


    "Bitch you''re delusional! If you fucking touch him-"


    "I can feel him, close by. He yearns for us."


    "Cunt I''ll kill you before you make it there. Give back my body!"


    Diesel''s shape grew closer. Khalia watched him take a tumble and he paused to clear his face. Seizing the opportunity Parasita pounced. Khalia screamed, closing her eyes as tears ran.


    BOOM!


    Parasita grunted and crashed into the snow. Khalia clutched her side falling to a knee. Looking down, a bruise was already forming. No doubt something was broken.


    "Shift, now!"


    The familiar voice demanded. The harshness it held made Parasita snort. Khalia watched Diesel run by them, stopping behind Diem and cowering. Patting his head, she sighed relief when he ran down the mountain.


    "Or what you sucker-punching pussy. You kick like a weak bitch."


    Diem''s piercing glare never faltered, and she wanted to hide the fur that grew in patches over her body. The painful hairs continued to sprout from the tender flesh. Her muzzle hadn''t yet grown to completion, feeling a throbbing sting in the center of her face. Agonizing to say the least, she had to be a grotesque sight.


    "You''re very shameless. Khalia wouldn''t be too fond his death. I hear you should never come between a human and their pets."


    "Pfft, her grief is temporary. Once I''m unite with my Fated, she won''t need companionship elsewhere. He''s near. I can sense him."


    Diem sneered then started circling.


    "Good, you can watch when he dies."


    Parasita snarled, kicking chunks of snow his way. Khalia observed through her eyes Diem stalk closer with agitation and intrigue. Deliberately he brought his hands up to his shirt collar, pulling it over his head. When their eyes broke contact, Parasita charged.


    "Diem look out! Parasita stop!" Khalia recoiled, intent on shielding her gaze but unable to look away.


    One second, she saw the shirt fly in the air, the next, a brindled beast grinned menacingly at them. Recoiling Khalia screamed and fell to the ground. Larger than her, it caused a falter in Parasita''s step. She hit the ground head first.


    Rushing to stand a hand grab the scruff of her neck. Another took her right arm and twisted it behind her back. Parasita yelped as his claws dug in. Pressing against her backside Diem shoved her face into the snow.


    "Shift!"


    Roaring, he snapped his jaws next to her ear. Parasita''s tail whipped against his abdomen. The more she struggled the deeper she sank.


    "Shift Khalia!"


    This time his words echoed in their mind. Surprised, Khalia whipped her head around while Parasita released a whimper. His aura was alarming. Feeling her lungs constrict, she realized he''d kill her given the chance. He had no problem with demonstrating that.


    "Give me back my body damn it!"


    "Ah, alright!" Frustrated, Parasita let out a muffled cry.


    The painful sound of bones shifting mingled with the high wind. With gritted teeth she growled, "You won''t always be here. Remember that."


    Undaunted, Diem stayed silent until the recognizable figure of Khalia emerged. Enervated, she wheezed on the ground, the snow underneath becoming a bed of rubies.


    "Fuck....fuck."


    Pressing her cheek into the cool earth, she swallowed harshly to catch her breathe. A stabbing pain lingered from where he kicked her. She heard the soft rumble of Diem shifting back.


    Fixing her mouth to say "thank you" his scowl stopped her. Disappointment consumed her causing tears to spill. Furrowing her brows, she held her breath. It was a strong emotion, but it wasn''t hers. In fact, the only thing that she could attest to was guilt. She came close to ending more life.


    "Enough with the pity party. You''ll freeze down there." Diem spoke softly.


    In one swift motion he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her out the misery. Diem forced her to look at him, and she was taken back by the nocturnal shimmer.


    "Come on, let''s head back and get dressed. Diesel will stay with Caleesi for the time being. You''re going to explain how you met Theo."


    His mouth...it never moved.


    Bewildered, Khalia stumbled back, tripping over her feet.


    "Diem, how did you-? Caleesi said-"


    She furrowed her brows as he ran both his hands through his hair. The deep sigh he released forming tiny crystals in the air. His shredded sweatpants hung in ribbons at his waist. He glared at the fabric catching in the wind before focusing back on Khalia.


    "That''s Beta Diem....Luna Khalia."


    "...No. No! No!" Parasita screamed.


    Throwing her hands up, Khalia covered her temples, knees buckling.


    "Him! Why him! Bound to a fucking Goblin!"


    Her breath shuddered. The abhorrence she felt for the man standing near her was wicked. Parasita wanted him dead. Immediately.


    "D-Diem I''m..."


    Powerless to finish the familiar cracking began. Parasita ravaged on. Between the nonstop cursing and unbearable changes, she didn''t know which was the most awful.


    "Both of you are beneath me, especially you! You valueless ass bitch! I''ve seen your memories, your hopes, desires. You''re nothing, you''ve done nothing, and will stay nothing! A human! An utterly useless ass whore of a fucking human!"


    Her wrist cracked loudly as it elongated, and the black fur grew again out of already torn flesh. Lost in suffering, Khalia almost missed the cold hands that touched hers. A warmth soon enveloped them. It travelled deeply in her bones, causing her to grunt at the intrusion.


    When the sensation reached her head Parasita''s wails muffled. Becoming soft murmurs, then ending entirely. The silence was tremendous. Her shoulders popped back into their original positions. Astoundingly, she couldn''t feel it this time. The fog cleared her mind, leaving a green meadow in its place.


    "My same sentiments. I should have gone further. Not stopped here, stayed down south. Twenty years, twenty fucking years and you appear."


    Khalia studied him while he mumbled on. Picking up his shirt he growled then tossed it at her, which she gladly obliged. Opening her mouth to inquire about his incoherent babble, she only sighed. Whatever he did, it rendered her blubber. Only experiencing a serene calmness.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Did he drug me? This feels so amazing.


    When he grasped her chin and directed her gaze on him, Khalia moaned.


    "You ask redundant questions," Crouching in front of her Diem maneuvered her on his back. She flushed when his arms looped her legs, securing her tightly.


    "Did I drug you? Do you not remember our first encounter? I told you to behave. Is that word not part of your vocabulary?"


    Ignoring the growl by his ear, Diem scoffed, beginning the trek to the cabin.


    How did he even find me out here?


    Frowning she looked pass his hair, becoming memorized by bright town lights. A speck in darkness.


    "Wheels are spinning but the hamster is dead I see?"


    Diem chuckled when she tensed. He stopped when a quick slap went across his head. The calmness evaporated.


    "Get outta my head and be fucking for real!" Finding her voice, Khalia bellowed in his ear making him wobble.


    "I''ll be serious when you start being grateful for the aid Cruel-Mane is providing you." Diem countered; his eyes narrowed.


    "Who the fuck said I wasn''t!"


    "Probably the fucking drugs in your system!" He tapped at his nose in response to her surprised silence.


    "You were informed of the laws and agreed to obey them. Why did you lie? This isn''t your world, Khalia. Repercussions are severe in many Dominions."


    "You''re a grown ass man letting other grown ass people tell you how to act. How is that working for you? I don''t give two shits about Dominions."


    Hearing it aloud, Khalia understood why he dropped her. Yelping, she made a face at the man who loomed over her. The rapid loss of heat brought a rattle to her body. Crouching, Diem sighed. Rolling her eyes, Khalia blocked his genitals from her vision with a hand.


    "You tell me. She promised you a solution and you took it? Without so much as a fucking clue to what would happen! Why would a parasite help its host? That is her name, right? Parasita? Your beast is not your friend."


    Once again, he rendered her mute. Khalia saw a darkening in his eyes. His jaw tightened and he furrowed his brows, a sneer on his lips.


    "Tell me chatterbox, how good do you taste to amass scars like these? Your Fated must find you delectable."


    Diem jerked his eyes to the many bite wounds on her thighs. Scowling, she pulled back her leg and went for his jaw. Catching it, Diem wrapped his hand around her ankle, doing the same to the other before sliding her to him. Snarling, his eyes became a Dijon yellow as a black mixed in them. Biting her lip, she huffed and looked at the ground.


    "Do you think Theo will show you mercy this time around? Think he''ll see you as equals now that you''re fucked and marked? If he has you again, death will be a welcome reprieve. I promise that."


    Squeezing her ankles, he pushed off her, then started down the mountain alone. Khalia stayed still as a mouse. Taking in every word from his tongue-lashing. She wanted his words to anger her. Instead, only humility found her.


    "Is that who gave you your scars?"


    The words came out a whisper. She hoped he didn''t hear as she wasn''t in the mood for another tongue-lashing. Diem stopped and glanced down at his body, getting lost in the many harden slashes that decorated them. His face softened.


    "No...but he''s a large part of it. Come, Caleesi notified me that she has Diesel. He''s safe in her dorm."


    A cry of relief left her, and she snatched the hand he held out. Soon they hiked down together. Khalia kept hold of his hand, the heat making the cold bearable.


    They should add that to the movies. Werewolves are walking infernos.


    "...Parasita promised me a way to get rid of her. I would kill to be free from her. I don''t want this life, these fucking changes. I''d jump at any opportunity for freedom."


    She could feel his eyes on her but she kept facing forward.


    "Your freedom grants her continued existence. Being born a Lycan and becoming one are vastly different experiences. The more you shift, the more you lose yourself. You''ll become a prisoner in your body. Unless you two come together, you''re on the Kirma to Feral pipeline."


    A quietness settled between the two, a new seed of horror implanted.


    "Earlier, I was stuck in fog. I could feel everything, see everything. It was horrible."


    "Fog?" Diem scoffed, then snickered. "She put you in fog, kind of clich¨¦ for a mouthy bitch like that. Next time ask for a mansion."


    Khalia tried to wipe the smile off her face, hearing a faint growl in her ear. Her feet felt like Jello when they hit solid ground, and she leaned onto Diem''s arm as wind blew past them. Rubbing her cheeks she hesitated when he draped his arm over her shoulders. The motion made her stomach somersault.


    This is for heat. Heat. You better not be in my thoughts creep.


    Facing him, she arched her brow as he sighed and shook his head. When they reached the driveway, she frowned seeing the door ajar. The residue that caked body left her tacky. The snow cleaned off a good amount but nothing topped a shower. Diem on the other hand, wasn''t too bloody. In fact, his skin had a healthy glow to it.


    About to question, he jerked his head right and led them around back. There, a small worn path lead into the trees. Khalia sucked her teeth, and her heart picked up its pace.


    "I know a place in the woods, if you don''t mind."


    "Wait, what did you say?"


    He looked perplexed by the sudden fear in her voice.


    "I said my place is in the woods, if you don''t mind. I have, uh, nicer accommodations. Unless you want to stay here tonight. The choice is up to you Luna Khalia."


    "Please don''t say that."


    The word sent a wrinkle between her brows. He gave her a small smile before heading towards the trees. Hastily she pulled her hand from his and stepped back. Placing her hands on her knees she took a few rapid breaths.


    Fuck, fuck, fuck.


    "Lia? What''s wrong."


    His hand found the small of her back. Huffing Khalia sucked as much air as she could through her nose. Her body convulsed and she tried to steady her hands. Turning to Diem, she watched him grimace. More likely startled by the hot tears streaking down her face. The reaction surprised her as well. Wiping her face, she sniffed.


    "I met Theo in the woods."


    *~*~*


    "He left you for dead?"


    Diem stabbed at the 12 oz sirloin on his plate. Taking a bite, his eyes rolled in the back of his head. He''d level cities for this.


    "Honestly, I think I did die. At one point, the pain stopped. Everything just went numb, and I was ready. Ready to join my brother, my friends...unfortunately, here I am."


    Throwing her arms up, she gave a little pose before scoffing. Shortly after her panic, he found himself in a pickle. Not wanting to worsen her situation but he couldn''t just leave her there. Ultimately, settling on carrying and sprinting through the forest. Effective it was not, but they made it.


    He smiled when she gawked at his cabin. Identical to hers but updated with the times, he snorted when she asked where the bathroom was. Urging him to shower first so she can test out the recently installed wall jets.


    Once they were clean, she headed to his kitchen. Raiding the cabinets and pulling out scarce ingredients, the plates were made in record time.


    "I don''t trust her." Dee growled, pacing in their shared mind. He rolled his eyes at his beast.


    "I''m pretty sure she''s expressing her gratitude. How about you enjoy it."


    "...You''re trying to fuck her aren''t you? Clap some Luna cheeks? We''re going to catch a disease one day and when we do, I pray the Gods take me home."


    Diem coughed, smacking his chest to dislodge the audacity of his dramatic ass counterpart. Quizzically she stared at him before picking at the veggies on her plate.


    "Survivors guilt."


    "Is that it?"


    He eyeballed her while she chomped down on her steak, chuckling at the blood that squirted on the table. Sheepishly she wiped it with a paper towel. The two jumbo cornrows she put in her hair whipped with her every movement. Sun colored shorts matched the tank top she wore. While he''s no stranger to the opposite sex in his home, they usually stayed bed bound.


    "H-how did you become that demon''s Beta?" Khalia hesitantly asked, scooping up some potatoes.


    With her retelling, he remained quiet. Smiling when she did or asking few questions about her friends. When she broke down, he waited till she was done with a look of forlorn. In the end, he did pity her.


    "Born into it. Theo''s father, Alpha Theron, passed under...odd circumstances. Propelling Theo to ascension at 18. My father was Alpha Theron''s Beta at the time. Theo suggested he retire early. Saying it would bring glory and pride to our lineage to have me ascend. A Beta, at ten fucking years old."


    The tone came with bite. Abruptly he rose, collecting the plates, and setting them in the sink. Setting being an understatement, as one of them shattered. A honied aroma soon wafted around him, and he inhaled heartily. Looking back at Khalia, he frowned seeing she was shaking. Her eyes were glued to the floor, a glossy reflection in them.


    "Relax Dee. She''s not use to that."


    He waited, sighing when she stopped shaking.


    "Apologies. Dee isn''t fond of the past."


    Biting her lip, she nodded while standing. Before she finished her yawn, he was already leading her to the bedroom.


    "He dedicated his entire life to that position, my father. Seeing it handed over casually to a 10-year-old, he became a laughingstock. Our relationship soured after that. The ceremony took place, I became Beta, then-"


    "Happily ever after?"


    He gave a bitter chuckle, heaviness settling inside him.


    "The reason Alpha Theo wanted a child to ascend was just that, I was a child. I didn''t grasp the concept of the job title. It gave him free reign over Cvengros. Because of that we suffered deeply."


    Clearing his throat, Diem pulled a pillow off his king-sized bed.


    "I''ll sleep out there; you can sleep in here. Caleesi would die if she knew I gave up her old room."


    She gave a small smile, then climbed into the comfy center. Walking to the door, he was about to close it when she waved at him.


    "Why do you think it''s your fault?"


    The question momentarily stunned him. Glancing he noticed the melancholy in the downturns of her mouth. The look of concern she bore into him with caused a flutter in his heart. He wanted to capture it, to hold on to that feeling of being cherished. Maybe that''s why he continued.


    "...Three months into my duties, I was heading to his office. The pack finances were a mess and we needed to resolve it. I heard screaming...her screaming. She wasn''t supposed to be there, Esyin, my sister. She married into another pack, came to surprise me because of my promotion."


    From the corner of his eye, he watched her perk up at the mention of Esyin. Her head tilted and he watched her eyes dart back and forth. Pursing her lips, he saw the spark of realization.


    "I''m sorry Diem, you- you don''t have to say-"


    "I rushed in on him raping Esyin."


    She flinched when the words left his lips.


    "When I saw her....I reacted. Before I could reach him, my father tackled me. He had been watching from the corner."


    This time she gasped and her mouth flew open.


    "I- I''m so sorry. I''m so fucking sorry!"


    "Don''t be. In the end Theo sentenced me to public humiliation, then exile. Esyin...Esyin returned home. She took her life shortly after. Years later I heard my father ascended to Alpha and Theo''s Fated became his Luna. I''m unsure of the details around that. But-"


    Diem flicked the light switch.


    "Enough of my history."


    In the dark, he heard a shaky breath leave her lips. Hesitantly, he stepped forward, ignoring the warning growls from Dee. Reaching out, his fingertips found her cheek. Slowly he traced over the branded flesh, narrowing his gaze at the tears that touched him.


    "Don''t cry for my past Khalia. Instead, harden your heart with this telling. So that when his death comes, you feel no remorse. Not for him. Never for the likes of him."

 Devils Come To Town

    "Come on say it, no need to be shy. We''ve gotten to know each other very well!"


    "Ngh! Theo you''re - you''re, I''ll kill you with my bare hands!"


    "I don''t think that''s what we practiced my dear Luna!"


    A crash resounded. Theo had tossed the raven-haired woman across the room. She landed hard, decimating the bookcase she picked out herself, not too long ago. A strangled cry rattled from her. Glass from the picture frames embedded in her skin.


    Theo sneered at her. Her pale skin, a beautiful canvas for her wounds. It surprised him how weak his opposition had been. Three to one odds in his condition. Statistically, he should have lost. When the moment of decapitation came for the Alpha, he celebrated in the victory.


    The Beta gave up soon after, a pathetic excuse for a right-hand. As victor, he gets the pack, and all assets it holds. Unfortunately, it held only fifteen members. Not a tyrant, he gave them the option to leave or fight for his title.


    Conversely, that was after he strung the headless carcass up in their community hall. They decided to stay. His dutiful underlings. He took up residence in the Alpha''s mansion, with his temporary Luna. Adding her to the list.


    "Let''s try again! What''s so damn hard at saying Theo you''re better than my Fated ever imagined! He won''t mind, he can''t hear you." He snickered while her eyes widened.


    "Ah, I get it. You need another round to judge. I''m starting to think you like my dick inside you."


    He flinched when she screamed, and his heart raced at the adrenaline starting to surge. Scrambling to her feet, she put her arms up defensively. The fire in her eye made his beast growl. It had to be snuffed.


    "Ready again my Luna?"


    Quickly he jumped off the bed he idled on. Taking a step he craned his neck when pounding sounded on the heavy doors. Flashing her a wicked grin, he held a finger up.


    "Enter."


    Slowly, the huge doors creaked open. A short scrawny man bumbled in, righting the glasses on his face. He kept his eyes down, showing off his shiny dome. A spineless lamb, who better have a reason to interrupt.


    "A-alpha...we, we-"


    "Look up Beta."


    The man did so, fearful to invoke his wrath. He trembled slightly at his imposing power, keeping his gaze on the right ride of his face. The act made Theo growl as he thought of the brown wolf.


    When I catch her...


    Theo''s disfigured face made his own skin crawl. Especially the cavernous hole in where his eye should be. The scar tissue inside throbbed with the flow of blood. Random zings of pain lit up his cheeks, the bite wounds still festering.


    "Beta Tomas."


    The weak whisper came from behind him. Theo stepped aside, observing Tomas as he took in the frail-bodied Luna. Naked, bloody, and bruised. She pleaded with him, through terrified eyes.


    "...Do you want to save her?"


    The question caught Tomas off guard as he jumped. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he looked between the two. One, he''s know his lifetime, the other, a devil who strolled in town. The tension made him look back down.


    "N...no my Alpha."


    "Look at her. I don''t think my Luna heard you."


    Theo cackled when he started shaking, turning into belly laughter. When he saw tears hit the marble floor.


    "My God, this is cheering me up!"


    Tomas bit his lip, staying quiet. Meeting his Luna''s gaze he tried to form words.


    "It''s fine Beta Tomas. I forgive you always."


    "I''m- No, I don''t want to save her my Alpha."


    "Good! Now tell me why you interrupted our honeymoon?" Theo stalked towards the man who backed away rapidly.


    "Ah, well Alpha we went to the address you provided of your Fated. It-it looks like she moved. The place was empty an-"


    The rest never came. Striking out, he scooped the worm up by his throat before slamming him into the floor. A small crater formed under him and Tomas gasped, squirming to release his grip.


    "What do you mean moved!"


    "Ack! Alp...Alpha please. We- we did find her!"


    He let go. Tomas hacked, bloody spittle flying everywhere. Rolling over he massaged his throat.


    "Say that next time you gutless fucking pest. Where is she!"


    On que, two other pack members knocked on the doorframe. Keeping their heads down they dragged a limp body inside. A black sack was placed over her head.


    "Put her on the bed."


    Nodding, they did as told, ignoring their Luna in the process. Carefully they laid her down then scurried out the room. Theo eyed the woman on his bed, a look of pure hate clouding his vision. Scrunching his nose, he cast Tomas a fatal glare. There was no scent of Jasmine, only cinnamon.


    "Beta Tomas...do you remember what I said she looked like."


    "Y-yes Alpha, she was the one who entered the house. She put up a good fight."


    "A fighter? Lia isn''t a fighter, but..."


    Grabbing the bag, Theo ripped it from the woman''s head, taking strands of hair with him. Once he saw her, smiled broadly.


    "Oh ho, good job Beta Tomas! Lia would be better but this one, we have unfinished business."


    Bringing his hand down Theo dragged it down the side of Elaina''s face. Under the cinnamon the smell of wolfsbane singed his nose. He dragged his hand over her busted lips, bruised jaw, and down to her collarbone. He caressed the distinct bone, then pushed down. Not stopping till he heard a satisfying crack. The scream that departed her lips caused them all to flinch.


    *~*~*


    Elaina roused, delirious and in pain. Clutching her chest, she looked at the amused man hovering over her. Color drained from her face meeting the hollow stare. She didn''t realize how badly she got him. He looked horrendous.


    "Admiring your handiwork? I do think I''m going to need compensation for this. An eye for an eye, so to speak."


    Turning away briefly, Theo smiled at a woman holding herself up against the wall. Elaina winced when she fell back to her knees. A cry filled the room as she tried brushing out the glass.


    "I haven''t forgotten you hon. I''m sorry, but I think it''s time we annulled our play. The night we had together...I''ve had better."


    Moving from the bed Theo''s bones cracked in his arm. Claws extended from his nails, and he stalked forward. The woman glanced between him and the open door.


    "Tsk, make your choice love."


    Taking a step to the doors, she hesitated, a draft from the right catching her attention. Elaina saw the twinkle in her eye, the resolution in her body as she jumped from the floor, slamming into the ornate window beside her. The force splintered it into an web. Theo halted momentarily stunned. Falling back, she got up again and ran.


    Gritting his teeth, he leapt, burying his claws into her backside. As he went to hook her Elaina rolled off the bed. Jumping up she rammed into his backside.


    "Go! Go! Now!"


    Elaina wailed, pressing her body into his. The poison made her limbs wobble like noodles. Even so, she can''t let him kill another. Using the last of her energy she sprinted over to the battered woman, who limped to the window. Without hesitation Elaina shoulder checked her. The window shattered to pieces; a dreadful scream rang out before distorting into a howl.


    Wincing Elaina pulled her arm off the jagged glass. Blood warmed her chest as it gushed profusely and she collapsed, light head.


    "You fucking despicable wench of a bitch!"


    Theo yanked at her loose ponytail, wrapping it around his fist. Forcing her up, he slammed her against the wall. She whimpered, shielding her arm.


    "Go after her now! I will not lose another hunt!"


    Tomas let out a squeak, then ran out the room. Elaina grunted as he slammed her head two more times against the wall. Each time white flashed in her vision and the ability to breath waned.


    "Now, who''s coming to save you?"


    *~*~*


    "Damn it!"


    Milo slammed his fist on the steering wheel. Clamping his eyes shut, he rocked back and forth, a feeble attempt at easing the pain. It coursed throughout his entire body, leaving him no way to pinpoint its exact location.


    "She said it would be adverse but what the hell!"


    Rapidly tapping the unlock button on his truck, he threw the door open and heaved. The wet smack of his bile on the pavement made him retch harder. A lone trucker in the rest stop gave him curious looks from afar. Debating on if Milo was worth leaving his truck for.


    Giving one last spit, he composed himself enough to start his truck. The case in his backseat clattered loudly as he sped onto the interstate. Everything that would fit from his gun locker shoved into the black box. A gnawing in his mind fueled his impulsivities. Something felt wrong, extremely wrong. A sharp pang exploded in his right eye causing him swerve wildly. It dulled before reigniting in his groin.


    "You better be okay Elaina."


    *~*~*


    "Khalia Schaffer! You check every box as to why Kirmas are reprehensible. Wasting Cruel-Mane''s resources and time! Death will come for you!"Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    "Beta Chase! Sit your dramatic ass down."


    "Respect your elders Gian! If your father was-"


    "When my Enthronement Ceremony takes place, your Dismissal Ceremony begins."


    Rubbing her face, Khalia covered her nose, a sulfuric sour odor raiding her nostrils. The stench wafted in waves from where Gian and Chase sat side by side. Throwing a glance at Diem across from her he gave a half grin.


    Just an hour ago he had shaken her awake and drove them down to the Main House. All night she thrashed around as the distressing heat returned with a vengeance. Her yelling startled Diem so bad, he decimated the bedroom door getting to her. Hesitantly he informed her what was happening, of Theo''s doings. Parasita fainted.


    "That''s hate, smells delicious."


    His voice filled her mind. Unlike when Parasita does it, it was soothing. Unconsciously the corners of her lips upturned. A feigned cough interrupted her and she found herself staring at Nyla. Who wore a smile on her own face as she looked between the two.


    "Let''s begin."


    "About time, Alpha Gian, your Beta is a spell away from become bone dust." A woman spoke boredly.


    She sat further down, away from everyone else at the long table. Dark green hair contrasted delectably with her cool umber skin tone. Her lips plump, and jaw was chiseled. Androgynous in appearance, Khalia couldn''t take her eyes off her. A playfulness was about her, one that struck her curiosity. The woman giggled, resting her chin in her hands. She returned Khalia''s ogling with a stare of her own. A sly grin took her face.


    "Is someone getting a crush on me?"


    Her voice light, as if she was humming a soft tune. Khalia''s mouth fell and her cheeks grew hot. She smiled awkwardly, shaking her head and apologizing. Gian sighed, "Mavi, we didn''t call you here to seduce her."


    "I know, I know. She''s an adorable little thang however. Don''t you agree...Diem?" Mavi grinned widely at him, ignoring his curled lip and stiff glare.


    "Leave me out your games damn witch."


    "Awe, still sore about losing that bet! How was I supposed to know she preferred eating pu-"


    "Enough." This time Nyla sighed, rubbing her temples.


    "Gian honey, please begin."


    Gian smiled at his love, and Khalia noticed the pride he observed her with.


    "Right. Khalia you committed an unauthorized shift in Cruel-Mane lands. Deemed unauthorized due to your status being a non-resident in our territory. Add assaulting my General, and your initial hunting, the punishment is...death."


    "Whoa! What!" Hoping out her chair, it clattered to the floor. Turning her head she gawked at Diem. It was his turn to smile and shrug.


    "I told you they were severe."


    "I''m leaving out the 80 lashings. Don''t worry, we did take into consideration your predicament, and the fact that you slid us some groceries." Gian paused to cackle at his own joke, leaving his partner to roll her eyes.


    "Due to this, I won''t kill you. Instead, we''ll contract something after we fix your mating issues. To do that, this is Mavi. She''s a Kirma as well. A witch and succubus. Not the craziest mix but she''s interesting. Her knowledge will be useful to you."


    Hearing that news Khalia jerked her head to Mavi. A strange breeze rustled across the table, lifting the papers that were settled atop it. Her cheeks flushed once more and a heat formed in the depths of her groin, building up in her clit. Breathlessly she moaned at the sensation that brought a slight arch to her back. Grabbing the table she held herself up.


    Diem growled in Mavi''s direction.


    No growl at me.


    He froze when she climbed atop the table. A hint of admiralty crossed his features at her quickness, and she winked. A burst of energy flowed in her and she melted in the feeling of its power. It caressed her erogenous zones, toying with her in places she didn''t think arousal possible.


    "Mavi. It''s not the time for this! We didn''t call you here to play matchmaker."


    "Nyla sweetheart, I''m a Succubus. It''s who I am. I can''t help who falls privy to my aura. Plus, it appears she has a healthy dose of sexual tension for ol'' Diem here. Are you both free after this?"


    Khalia watched Diem glare daggers at Mavi, exposing his neck. A thin sheen of sweat made it sparkle like diamonds. Looking at his pulse beat steadily against the skin; she wanted nothing more than to taste his life essence. Wincing as nails stretched to claws, she was inches from his face when her tongue slipped past her lips.


    Leisurely she dragged it across his neck, ending behind his ear where she gave his lobe a flick. Diem tensed and he sucked air between his teeth. Raising his hands he gave her a light shove, but she was too buried in the trenches of lust. Climbing into his lap Khalia felt her mouth move but it wasn''t words that left. Smiling into his neck drank in his scent.


    "L-luna Nyla." Diem''s voice faltered, to the delight of Khalia. Glancing briefly in his honied eyes, the dilation made her beam.


    "You four continue without us. We''ll be outside. Wrap this up please." Sighing, Nyla stood.


    Khalia sighed at the lack of another''s body, feeling herself be lifted from his grasp. She giggled when his hands squeezed ass and she was gearing to grind against him. Before Nyla took her completely away, she leaned next to his ear. The words put a scarlet tint on Nyla''s cheeks.


    "Luna Nyla, I don''t think-"


    Not waiting for Chase to finish Nyla shuffled them out the room. She guided Khalia a few doors down before stopping at two sliding French doors. The haze she found herself in lifted the further they moved. Groaning she stretched, feeling oddly rejuvenated. Soon, the events in the conference room replayed, and she turned to Nyla. Nyla gave her a sympathetic smile and slide the doors open.


    Equipped with lounging chairs and glass tables, a large balcony greeted them. The view faced the mountains and the ski resort. On the drive here, Khalia was surprised to see that they didn''t all live up the mountain.


    In fact, Diem drove them a good 30 minutes away, at the base. Saying it''s easier to shift, seeing as Cruel-Mane owned vast amount of acreage. Leaning against the railing, Khalia buried her face in her hands and whined.


    "...Fuck...I told him to eat me out from the back like a midnight snack."


    "That you very well did." Nyla''s face contorted trying to find the right emotion. Eventually settling on laughter.


    "If it makes you feel any better when I first met Mavi our experiences were similar. A wonderful being, truly she is. Don''t take what she did to heart. Normally she affects men, but women pique her interest occasionally."


    Scoffing, Khalia took in the bustling movement below. Observing a diversity of people who walked with a dutiful purpose. From a building not far, she could make out children running around in the front yard. Squinting, she was positive it was Caleesi who''s chasing them around.


    Buildings and houses were a good distance apart. They circled around the Main House, which was built in the center of the community. She could see farms in the distance, their leafy greens a vibrant beacon. Various shops dotted around. From coffee to instrument repair, it held a touch of everything.


    "I''ve lived here my entire life. Why haven''t I seen this place? Do you and Gian run this?"


    Khalia turned to Nyla who was waving at five gigantic wolves who passed below the balcony.


    "You have. Its about perception. As far as most are concerned, we''re one in sea of tourist towns. Those are our elders. Once we''ve reached their age, we''re given a choice. A lot choose the latter."


    The wolves below eyed Khalia. Giving head tilts and tentative sniffs, some emitted growls, and yips. Eventually, they found her uninteresting, bounding off down the paved walkway. Khalia picture old women with canes and stylish fascinators. Excited to gossip about the next juicy drama piece that happened in their neighborhood.


    "You know, if you wanted, you could stay here in Cruel-Mane. Remain as you are. Given the circumstances, I know it''s not ideal. It is an option nonetheless. We''re not all gore and bloodshed."


    "That''s not an option for me. Are you always this approachable? Or is this some type of Luna thing? That isn''t very safe. Extending help to strangers."


    The giggle that escaped the prominent woman made Khalia arch a brow in her direction.


    "Don''t get anything twisted. I handle myself damn well. If need be, that is."


    "Hm, do you get along with your other half?"


    "Lyla, yes. She''s me, I she, we are one."


    "Okay Descartes." Khalia rolled her eyes, landing on Caleesi as she gathered the children in the quaint facility.


    "I take it your beast isn''t fond of you."


    "Correction, I fucking hate her. Fond my ass."


    Nyla frowned while she flinched from Parasita''s growls.


    "May I ask why? Some in your situation would see this as a gift. All the films humans create. Aren''t you slightly curious about what''s out there? What''s here?"


    "Nah, not me. You can miss me with that. I''m no hero. I agreed to get fucked senseless in the woods. Not have people I love brutally gutted and murdered. Origin story sounds great but can confirm, its trash."


    A snort escaped through Nyla''s hands. Giving Khalia a passive wave she settled herself. Even resting, Khalia noticed her grace.


    "They are almost done in there. If the options your given aren''t what you can handle, how will you proceed?"


    "I don''t know. Theo he''s...dangerous. If people end up hurt, I''ll run again. And again. Hit all 50 states if I have too"


    "Diem and Caleesi, although Omegas, are gifted fighters. They can teach you a few techniques. It wouldn''t hurt."


    "Diem''s an Omega?"


    Khalia bit her lip causing Nyla to grin.


    "Of his choosing. They arrived here together ten years ago. Caleesi was only seven at the time. She grew up in a vicious dominion. Her pack long massacred when he found her. Ironically, his mistake in saving Gian''s father is why he stays here."


    The two moved to sit on lounge chairs.


    "I see. Did he ever speak of his past? Does he have family? A pack?"


    "No. He only stated at the time that he''s been on the move for a while. That is what I heard from Gian. I arrived in Cruel-Mane quite later."


    "Our Fated, I smell him!" Khalia sprang up, fueled by Parasita''s words.


    Frantically she searched over the buildings until screaming drew her to the end of the main road. Nyla reacted suddenly, running towards the railing, and throwing herself over the edge.


    "We have to see what''s going on! Follow her!"


    Shockingly, she listened to Parasita. Running, she threw the French doors apart. The noise of them clattering vibrated loudly. Khalia stepped back from the figure who stood there.


    "Diem!"


    Raising her arms to push past him he took her hands and dragged her to the railing.


    "No time for doors. Lesson one: take the closest exit."


    He didn''t give her a chance to blink before they were airborne. Hitting the ground, he landed on his feet, while she tucked into a roll.


    "Don''t ever do that again!"


    Anxiously she scolded him while they ran to the gathering crowd. By now, it had grown to concert size. With some gathering on nearby balconies and rooftops to get better views. Gian made an appearance, and only then did they part a path.


    His composure slipped when he laid eyes on the woman. Blood leaked from her body like a broken faucet, creating tiny puddles around her. Her skin was a lifeless pale from the many lacerations. Khalia''s heart dropped and she looked in the crowd.


    Is he here?


    "Yvette, Yvette what happened? Where is Micheal?" Nyla kneeled in front of the woman and cupped her cheeks with a delicate hand.


    Gian came up next to her. Confusion settled on his face. Whispers sounded like a nit of crows. Khalia watched Gian narrow his gaze and look at the crowd. A pressure fell on her shoulders and her knees cracked as silence took over. Grunting she gripped onto Diems arm for support and he wrapped his arm securely around her waist. She sighed at the instant relief to her legs.


    "Yvette? What happened?"


    Hearing his voice must have ignited a nerve. Her face twisted, and tears surged from her eyes, running over Nyla''s hands. Then, she screamed. Piercing and savage in cadence, it shook those in its vicinity.


    "He''s dead! He killed my Micheal! Gian! Gian he took him and-"


    More pitiful sobs rang out as Nyla motioned to two guards nearby.


    "Take her to the clinic. Mavi can we use your assistance a bit longer?"


    "Of course, Luna Nyla."


    Carefully they picked up Yvette, apologizing when their fingers sunk into her grotesque wounds. Khalia quickly looked to the ground. The fear began to spread. Like a thick dewy mist, it enclosed around the community.


    "Is Whistling in danger?"


    "Did you see her wounds? Who could have done that?"


    "Serves them right! They chose to renounce Cruel-Mane, this is what happens when you leave your pack!"


    The voices grew, a low thundering rumble as they bounced theories off each other.


    "Aye! That''s enough!"


    Gian''s voice resonated. Immediately everyone hushed.


    "Everyone returns to your duties! We''ll gather tomorrow evening in the Main House! By then we should have answers. Also, have empathy. Regardless of what transpired in the past, the Whistling Pack has remained nonviolent towards us. Being former pack members, we will be courteous. Beta Chase, with me."


    Wrapping up his speech Gian held out his hand to Nyla, helping her from the ground. Quickly the three went after the guards. Khalia watched as the crowd diffused, some with anxious expressions. A head of green hair caught her attention as they rushed over.


    "I better go with them! Diem, take this. Remember what I said. It must be her. If not, you know the rest. Pleasant meeting you Khalia. Hopefully we meet again, I hate that we were cut short."


    Mavi handed Diem a dagger and winked at Khalia before leaving. She studied the gnarly looking weapon he held, taking in the elaborate designs that were etching into the case. The hilt, bound in a worn dull leather, appeared to be made of bone with odd symbols.


    "I am here. I''m here...yet he takes these woman... The fucking Jaundice Goblin wants me for fucks sake. Am I not enough?"


    Parasita startled Khalia into stillness. Diem tensed next to her, and she found his eyes on hers. He bore into them with an indifferent expression, looking through her, searching. When his hand came up and cupped her chin, Khalia relaxed into the feeling, becoming fond of his gentle touches.


    "Parasita...your Fated is a monster. A beast without a heart, he betrayed himself and his kind long ago. He doesn''t love you. He won''t mate with you. You''re a game gone to far. One he''s desperate to win. I know the bond makes it difficult but as your Beta, I implore you, resist the influence."


    Her mind hummed and she felt Parasita stir, scrutinizing his words.


    "Come on. I''m assume you want to stay at my place again?"


    Khalia nodded, watching a breeze tousle hair in his face. Raising her hand, she brushed the silky strands back atop his head. He smiled at her gesture, and she marveled as his glistening canines.


    "Touch me again and I''ll take you to bed ."


    "Don''t make empty promises." She laughed and headed to where his truck was parked.


    "Okay, I promise..."


    Khalia abruptly stopped, feeling resistance on her braids. Heat traveled along her backside as he pressed against her. Warm breath tickled the nape of her neck, caressing her ear.


    "To eat it from the back like a midnight snack. Then the front, upside down, side to side. We can even-"


    "Okay Sir! Back up the fuck up, I was under the influence!" Choking on spit, Khalia shook from his grasp and picked up stride. Her cheeks flushed when he appeared next to her.


    "Were you? She said healthy dose of sexual tension. That''s a lot in Lycan terms. We can take care of it right now."


    Plugging her ears she sprinted to the truck, cringing at the raucous laughter behind her.


    "Fucking embarrassing."

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    "Yeah, keep your arms up! I''m going to pick up the pace! You can call a break you know!"


    Caleesi''s encouraging words were drowned out by the pulsation in Khalia''s ears. Ducking from a kick, her chest heaved. Lungs crackling with each deep inhale. Making a T with her hands, she fell to the ground. Tilting her head she panted, gazing at the azure sky, mesmerized by the cookie cutter landscape.


    "No problem!" Caleesi huffed, wiping sweat from her brow.


    Khalia watched her head toward a red cooler and pull out two waters. She winced when the teen tossed one onto her stomach. The sun beat down on the pair, adding to the exhaustive state they rest in. After Yvette''s disturbing appearance yesterday, Diem had been adamant about self-defense. At least a few things to get her by.


    Caleesi jumped at the opportunity when she heard, taking her to a rarely used training field. The grass was slightly overgrown, a black gravel track created the outline to the field. Various obstacles were placed but she found some to advance for her smoker lungs. Opting for hand-to-hand combat instead. Four grueling hours of it.


    "So, what''s it like? Finding out you gotta kill your Fated to become human again? I bet Parasita is devastated! I know I''d be devastated! That''s the end of her too. Tragic. Some of us live our entire lives waiting to meet our other half."


    Caleesi chugged a water then arched her brow at the thoughtful expression that covered Khalia''s face. Quickly it was replaced with a solemn one.


    "Have you met yours?"


    "Me?"


    "Who else Calee?" A smile graced her face at the nickname.


    "No. When I do, you can bet your sweet ass that it''ll be love at first sight! None of that woe is my love life."


    " No matter what? Even if he kills those closest to you. Your love would flourish?"


    "No. Matter. What."


    Khalia rolled her eyes, chuckling nonetheless.


    "Imma let that slide cause you''re young and ya brain isn''t developed yet."


    Khalia twirled her finger next to her temple, causing the other to scoff.


    "Pfft. I''m just saying, this girl in my class, Rona, met her Fated at a school game. Next day she shows up with tattoos saying, I''m his forever, F4L, Devin''s Property."


    "You think that''s hot? Is that what''s in nowadays? That a kink. Sounds kinky."


    The two cackled, like witches over a good brew, unintentionally muffling the coming footsteps.


    "Caleesi! Is this the training I taught you?"


    Both women jolted and scrambled to their feet. Diem squinted at them, two permanent markers in his hands. Caleesi groaned and put her hands on her hips.


    "We were! It''s called a break."


    "You think someone''s going to take a break when they slit your throat?"


    "If they have low stamina, yes."


    It rolled so nonchalantly off the younger one''s tongue Khalia erupted in a fit of laughter. Jerking his head, he sighed. Caleesi nodded and sauntered off to the side. Plopping on the sideline, she dug her phone out her pocket, getting lost in the screen.


    Khalia arched a brow at Diem, eyeing his hands.


    "Markers?"


    A dark glint sparkled in his eyes. A wolf who spotted prey, slowly he stalked towards her. She bit her lip, stomach turning in knots while her heart raced.


    "This is practice. You''re not a killer, nor do you have any skills that resemble fighting."


    "Hey! I''ve kicked some ass a time or two. Like my streak isn''t high but it''s up there."


    Khalia backed away when he began circling her, closing the gap with full rotation. The grass crunched with each step, and she cringed at the sound of the crushing blades. Parasita growled at the familiarity.


    "Then you''ll have no problem killing me."


    He lunged at her, and she jumped back with an annoyed expression. Still, her lips curled slightly upwards.


    Freeing up one hand he reached into his waist band, tossing an object at her. Surprised, Khalia fumbled it a few times before catching it. Realizing its the blade from yesterday, she gave Diem a puzzled look.


    Sleep came little last night, after he informed her of the price to regain her humanity. The thought of killing Theo brought a serene sense of joy, it brought fear. She lost 5 lbs. dwelling on it.


    "What do you mean kill you?"


    "Did I-"


    "Boy not today."


    He chuckled before continuing, "I know you''ve never been in this situation. Emotions will surface and you need to be able to handle them when the time comes. I need you to kill me. Don''t try. It''s his life or yours."


    He pointed to his heart, then neck, " Strike here or there. Don''t hesitate. I''ll be using these. Each mark represents a stab. Less is better."


    Leaving her no time to ready, he charged. Her heart slammed against her ribcage, and she scrambled to dodged. Unsheathing the dagger she gaped at the stoic man.


    "Wait! Wait!"


    Ignoring her shrill pleas Diem came again, clenching his jaw as he swung at her face. Seeing the fist fly and the person behind it, Khalia found herself rooted. When he was close enough to kiss his knuckles, she closed her eyes impulsively. Waiting for the solid impact and broken bones.


    "Oh?"


    A soft felt tip glided across her upper lip. The sharp smell of the marker made her eyes twitch and burned the back of her throat. Unleashing a fit of coughs, she rubbed her lips. Diem shook his head.


    "Did you forget? These are weapons. Don''t be afraid, I don''t expect you to take me down in 5 seconds. I expect you to try though. I know Parasita wants another round. Redemption arc?"


    A surge of excitement tickled her insides, and she watched Parasita''s tail wag at the idea. Her ears soon twitched as a soft buzzing penetrated them. In the corner of her eyes Khalia could see golden speckles spark and fizzle in the air. Strange as it was, it lulled her into serenity.


    "Let me out."


    Parasita''s demanding voice disrupted. Movement stirred her focus back to Diem who had resumed his stalking circle. She followed suit, matching his leisure pace and scoffing at the beats within.


    "You think I trust you? Especially after what happened?"


    "Trust? Your friends are dead because you trusted a stranger. A demon you call him. No-one forced your dumbass! You abandoned your life the moment you picked him over Marcus. The only demon here is you!"


    Khalia''s breath stilled when Diem swung. Doing a defensive dance she held him at bay, swinging the dagger erratically. Her eyes stung as she held back the hot tears.


    Don''t speak on them you fucking bitch.


    "Pay attention!"


    Khalia focused just as the marker tip slide across her throat.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    "Dead. You''re dead."


    Sighing, Diem threw the markers to the ground, stepping back from her. Her stomach churned while she watched him pacing to and fro. Bringing his hands up he cracked his knuckles.


    "You''re nervous?"


    "Yes I''m nervous. Mavi said you have the be the one to kill Theo. Meaning I can''t, not unless you want to stay a Lycan. You''ve never fought to the death. "


    He said the last part while looking at the 30 or so marks he managed to get on her. She frowned, sheathing the dagger, and sauntering up to him.


    "Try focusing with a whiny ass bully in your head! She''s got me this close to me sprinting to the nearest bridge!"


    Khalia kicked at a rock near her foot, startling when it whizzed by Diem''s head and lodged into a nearby tree. He only sighed.


    "You two need to work together. I know it''s not ideal but if you ever want to become human again, you''ll need her help."


    "What about your Lycan? Is he a dick?" Khalia shuddered, a deep growl filling her mind.


    "Dee? He''s very composed. Swift, deadly, handsome. A true Lycan." Diem grinned at her eye roll.


    "Awe, you sound like a proud father."


    Caleesi snorted at the nonsensical joke, tapping away at her screen.


    "New plan, run away. Although, you can''t do that well either as we know, it''s still better than what occurred here." Knitting his brows, he headed to the cooler.


    Crossing her arms, Khalia huffed. The smirk on his face made her eye twitch, and she swore he riled her on purpose.


    "Excuse me sir, I was training before you got here! Also, name one woman who wouldn''t run away from naked strangers! I''m a damn good runner! If the terrain was right, you would have gotten smoked!"


    She stood behind him, fingers digging into her hips and glowering while he took a swig from a water bottle.


    "Overconfident and judgmental, how toxic."


    Her eyes widened and his grin grew broad. Khalia stepped closer, getting in his face. His eyes lit up with tease.


    "Judgmental? Does that sound logical? I''m far from toxic."


    "If it wasn''t logical..." Diem leaned down and her cheeks grew warm the longer he fixated on her. "Then why did you hit me with the fuck me eyes?"


    At this, it was Caleesi''s who gasped, the phone falling to the ground as she looked on at the two. One with a look of horror, the other a smug smile. The dagger fell to the ground with a thud.


    "Wait what! Drastic change in topic here my guy! Please don''t flatter yourself, that was because of Mavi! Nyla even said-"


    Stepping back, her heart fluttered when he followed, shrinking the gap between them.


    "Mavi wasn''t there when you moved into the cabin Khalia. Nor when we walked down the mountain, nor when you were drooling over my clothes."


    The swagger in his voice made her voice catch in her throat. She settled on another eye roll, this one not so successful.


    "Told you. A cheap harlot. You think he can''t smell smell your leaky faucet?" Parasita cooed, about to chuckle a rumble cut her off. The sensation tickled Khalia''s spine and she quivered delightfully.


    "Parasita, what about you? Face down ass up wasn''t it? You even moved your tail for me."


    A voice akin to Diems, though deep and gravely, chided. Parasita grumbled, "I tripped, we''ll never end up in that position again Jaundice Goblin. And it was windy up there!"


    Khalia watched Diem break out into a wide smile, and Dee, chuckled heartily. A brief image flitted through her mind of Diem''s beast. The longer she gazed into his iris''s the clearer he became. A lush brindled coat of fur, towering in stature. He stood on his hind legs, observing her with the same intensity. Even Parasita awed from the side.


    "Listen, enough of this back-and-forth. There''s a chance of us possibly dying, well, mainly you. Time will tell but-"


    "Were you born with this much audacity?"


    "Yes, so let me take you out on a date."


    The silence over the field was deafening. Khalia heard Caleesi release a strange noise but she kept her focus on Diem. Blinking a few times to process his words.


    "Date?"


    "You heard me."


    Stunned, she mulled his question over. It wasn''t that the answer was difficult. The coveted glaze his eyes when he beamed at her, was already doing a number with her emotions. Mixed with the cocky, yet firm kindness he''s given her, she''d regret saying no.


    "Is that yes? You''re doing it now, the fuck me eyes. Should I send Caleesi away?"


    Scoffing, she shook her head before giving him a broad smile.


    "I''d like that. The date part, not sexing in the field."


    "Diem! That is so wrong! She has her Fated! That''s called being a triflin'' motherfucker! A homewrecker!" Caleesi jumped up, marching between the two she pushed them apart with her arms.


    "Mind your business Lees, go with your friends. Anyway, how about tonight? I got a divine Elk recipe."


    "Uhm, I can pencil you in between fearing for my life and running for my life."


    Chuckling, he beamed at her, until a rustle caught their attention in the tree line. A glint of worn purple emerged, followed by the rest of the unwanted guest. The relaxed aura they had built crumbled, and tension climbed its way to the top.


    "Well, I''m not surprised to see you still with this filthy mongrel. Your depravity knows no boundaries. Watch yourself Diem, you''ll surely catch fleas." Chase derided, sneering as he came forward.


    Khalia''s eyes narrowed and her lip curled, flexing her hand, the nails extended. The nauseating odor of sulfur whipped in the air.


    "Fleas? Ya wrinkly long-necked bastard! you''ve been giving me shit since I got here! Focus on the job you''re going to lose, worrying about me! Pathetic excuse for skin! I bet your wife fucks around and that''s if anyone wants to touch your genitals!"


    Stepping to the elder she snarled when Diem took her wrist and pulled her back. The look he gave her made her press her lips together, but her eyes remained squinted and callous. Bending over Diem picked up the dagger, tossing it between his hands in his hands, he walked up to the Beta.


    Chase peeked at the blade and Diem before removing his hands from behind his back. Diem flashed the man a sunny grin, his eyes taking an inky hue. Caleesi furrowed her brows, and she walked towards Kahlia. She noticed the younger going ham on her bottom lip.


    "What do you want Chase?"


    "Ah, that''s Beta Chase, Diem. Quite out of character for you to not use formalities. This Kirma has been here less than a week and she''s already tainted you? That''s not a good Diem. As a pack member, I''m truly concerned about Caleesi and your involvement with that...female."


    "Answer my question Chase or I''ll assume you came to train."


    His voice was clipped, leaving no room to beat around the bush. They stood feet apart. Each word drifted to her ear like a quieted song. She hated to admit the growing fondness for her heightened senses. Chase smirked, raising his hands in faux surrender.


    "Calm yourself, no need to mark your territory. Whatever happened to Tati? Anyway, I''m merely here on request of Luna Nyla and Alpha Gian. They ask that you train the new recruits today asap and meet them both later in the day. With a new Alpha close its best we are prepared."


    Time passed slowly until Diem gave him a slight nod. Returning it, Chase landed his scornful look on Khalia. Before he could utter another insult, a burning sensation tickled his throat. Brown strands were in his peripheral and a harsh growl vibrated his ear. The blade drew a line of blood as Diem pressed it deeper into the wrinkled flesh. A sizzling sound rose between them.


    "I''ll kill you where you fucking stand Beta Chase."


    Another aroma. This one made her stomach growl. It was sweet and tantalizing. Inhaling Khalia''s eyes closed.


    "...My apologies Diem. I''ll be sure to keep the truth to myself."


    The men glowered at each other, then separated with Chase wiping the blood from his neck. Diem turned to Khalia and took her hand, pulling her from the others.


    "I have to go but I should be done early. You can get ready in my bedroom since we''ll end up there after."


    "Wow, that''s cheeky. Besides that, Tati? Was she your latest rendezvous?" She wanted to snort at the drastic change in his demeanor.


    "A spoiled brat Lycan who''s name you will never be spoken. Drop it. I''ll give you a ride back. Let''s go." Diem cringed.


    "What about Caleesi?" Khalia peeked over her shoulder at the young girl gathering her things.


    "She''ll be fine. Beta Chase knows that she''s my sister. We''ve already spoken about that. Come on."


    The small smile that took over his face let her know he whooped his ass a time or two. Whistling, Khalia waved erratically at the girl then followed Diem.


    *~*~*


    Chase cleared his throat, catching Caleesi''s attention. Reaching into his robe he pulled out an envelope.


    "This is for you Omega. From Luna Nyla. Seems your persistence paid off."


    He gave Caleesi a sly smile and watched her hesitantly take the package. Careful not to alert to girl of his wandering eyes.


    "You''ve grown into a lovely breed Caleesi. Your heat is coming soon? It''ll be hard to keep the boys away."


    "T-thank you Beta Chase."


    Ripping it open she pulled out the tan paper, a red seal stamped on the bottom. Concerned eyes raked over the words but soon the concern evaporated. Her eyes brightened, along with her smile.


    "Is this real? I can leave for today?"


    "It is Omega. Make the best of it. Be sure to bring one companion with you. The Kirm-Khalia might be a good fit. Seeing as she''s familiar with the festivities going on in Whistling. If I were you, I''d hurry on."


    The giddiness Caleesi felt couldn''t be contained. Running around she gathered her things, before sprinting off to her car. An emptiness fell over the training field as Chase stood there, observing the fleeing girl.


    The smile he held vanished, and darkness overtook his eyes. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone. Before it did a full ring a frantic voice filled the tiny speaker.


    "What is it you want Beta Chase!"


    "Manners Beta Tomas. I heard Whistling has a new Alpha."


    In the crackling static he heard screams and moaning in the background. Alongside a cold voice speaking revolting wickedness.


    "Y-yes. He is a better leader than Michael ever was."


    "Ahh, afraid to speak your mind? This new Alpha, Theo, is it? I believe something of his wandered into Cruel-Mane territory."


    A long pause went over the line, causing him to suck his teeth. The shuffling of feet filled his ear, and Tomas addressed another. A roar went through the phone.


    "I don''t give a fuck who you are! What do you know about what''s mine?"


    The seedy roughness in the voice made Chase produce a Cheshire grin. He liked this Alpha.


    "Khalia Schaffer, 25, dark hair, big brown eyes, and newly changed Kirma."


    "Since you''re not in my presence I take it you''ve heard of me. Honored, but I don''t have time for your games."


    "You misunderstand me Alpha Theo. I want nothing more but to recognize a new Alpha to Whistling Dominion. Cruel-Mane graciously extends our welcome. Your Fated, arrived in our territory 5 days ago. She''s been a pleasant guest, but she hankers for her mate."


    A deep chuckle resounded, and Chase felt his hairs stand on end.


    He sounds like a devil.


    "Did she now?"


    "Indeed, she''ll be downtown, human festivities you know, with an Omega of ours. A gift, for our new Alpha and Luna."


    "What''s your name? It''s been a while since I''ve spoken to someone as execrable as I."


    "Beta Chase, a pleasure speaking with you Alpha Theo. I''d make haste if I were you. Seems she''s taken a liking to our General."


    "Of course a lousy Beta. Anyone in that pack touches what''s mine-"


    Hanging up, Chase raked his hand through his thinning silver hair. Looking over the field, the scent of chaotic emotions still lingered. He growled when the odd human scent hit his nostrils.


    "Your vile illness on this pack ends today, Kirma."

 Where Did He Come From, Where Did She Go?

    "Hey, Khalia where are you! We''re heading out!"


    Khalia jumped at the loud bang on the cabin door, dropping the olive-green jeans she held. Throwing it open Caleesi wasted no time running inside. Breezing by her, she inhaled the fresh lilac coming off her. A look of bliss etched into her face.


    She had pulled her honey blonde hair into a high braided ponytail. The glow on her face warmed Khalia and she felt her lips upturn. Seeing her like this reminded her of her own time as a wild teen.


    "What''s got you so happy?"


    Walking back into her bedroom, she picked up the jeans she dropped, throwing them with the rest of her clothes on the bed. Caleesi followed, eyes enlarging at the scattered mess of clothes and shoes. In the corner she saw a small mirror with makeup scattered around it.


    "Awe baby girl, do you need help getting ready for your date?"


    Pushing the pile over Caleesi climbed on to her bed, giggling as Khalia huffed.


    "I don''t know what the plan is, but I have nothing to wear."


    "I''m glad you said that! I got approved to leave for the day!"


    "Meaning?"


    Khalia arched a brow at the young in, picking up a baby blue top and holding it against her body.


    "Meaning we can go shopping for your date! Preferably downtown."


    Caleesi grinned, ignoring the tension that seized Khalia''s body.


    "No. Not a good idea for me. I''m being hunted by a homicidal dog with a hard on for torture."


    "Girl stop! Downtown is heavily populated especially around this time. With the fireworks going, vendor booths, and shops there''s no way he''d be able to scent you out. Plus, you have me."


    Khalia stopped to ask what she meant then remembered what day was coming up, The Firelite Festival, an annual jamboree in Whistling where residents and tourists gather to celebrate life and freedom. A three-day event, they would be heading down during the second day.


    "Caleesi listen, there''s not much to the festival. Just a bunch of people getting fucked up, eating, and letting off fireworks."


    "Don''t forget the music, games, and shows! I''ve never been, and I''ve lived here for 10 years! I''m tired of watching online, looking at experiences when I can have my own!"


    "Ah, maybe you should ask one of your friends Caleesi."


    As the words hit the cool air, Khalia watched her frown, eyes taking a pitiful hue.


    "But...we are friends."


    She whispered it softly, but Khalia caught every word. The tears brimmed in her eyes before she could comprehend why that statement cut her deeply. A fog formed in her mind, and she felt the oh so familiar presence make herself known.


    "You''re so clich¨¦."


    "You should go. You''ve been stressed out, have you not? If I''m not mistaken, your favorite store is downtown. You used to frequent it every week. I bet they miss you."


    Parasita cooed softly, a hint of amusement laced in the words. Her favorite store was indeed downtown. Problem Solved, the one stop shop for all your needs. Her last visit there was before the trip.


    "Get out of my memories Parasita. I''m not in the mood for your shit right now."


    Wiping her cheeks, Khalia gave Caleesi a soft smile.


    "Yea, yea we are friends. As your friend, it seems wrong to ask me."


    "Not according to Beta Chase! He said you''d be better because you''re from there. You know the ins and outs."


    Hearing his name made a growl slip. Caleesi stared in awe as Khalia''s eyes became murky.


    "Wait, Chase? Stick-bug Chase?"


    "Oh, wow haha yes! After y''all left he handed me a approval letter. Signed and sealed by Luna Nyla! So, please come with me! Its my first approved outing alone and it''ll be so much fun with you there! We''ll be back before Diem realizes we''re gone."


    Unease stirred up in Khalia''s heart listening to her.


    "D-do you trust him?"


    "What do you mean?"


    "Caleesi, you told me that if you''re under 18, you can''t leave freely. You''re still 17."


    "Well, maybe they made an exception, with all that''s going on. We might have to go to war, and this is Luna Nyla extending a courtesy. Again, it won''t be long. Please?"


    Clasping her hands together Caleesi shook them in front of Khalia, who stood with her arms crossed. Images of Problem Solved flashed in her mind and if she concentrated, she heard the jingle of the silver bell above the door. Parasita chuckled.


    "I was too harsh back there. I promise I won''t interfere. I''m interested myself in this festival. How do humans spend their time?"


    Khalia pursed her lips together, then groaned loudly. Rubbing her temples, she looked up at the ceiling.


    "Okay, two hours. That''s it. We''re back here at 8pm on the dot."


    "Yay! I''ll take it! Thank you! Thank you!" Caleesi threw her arms around her.


    She warily smiled at her enthusiasm, nervous about what she just agreed to.


    *~*~*


    "Fuck."


    Collapsing down at the plastic picnic table, Caleesi threw her bags a top it. The pile almost blocked her view of Khalia, who situated herself opposite of her. The black eyeliner she wore was beginning to smudge and brown beads of sweat ran down her cheeks.


    They stopped to rest in one of the beer gardens and bask in the jovial atmosphere. People hustled by and the steady hum of chatter filled the area. Caleesi had been surprised at how big the festival was. Expanding over a five-block radius, sections had been devised for the various activities.


    Many shops had their doors open, welcoming and beckoning tourists to enter. With street shows taking up one entire block and food vendors lined up on another. Sweet smells of food with a hint of matches and charred wood filled the air. Distance pops and rumbles echoed in the sky as fireworks went off in succession.


    "It''s so hot. Why aren''t you sweating like me? This is unnecessary."


    Chuckling at the teen who had begun fanning her face, Khalia slapped down her plate of food. Licking her lips at the two massive turkey legs and two hamburgers. Parasita drooled and yipped at the meaty sight.


    "I know you''re not complaining Miss I-Wanna-Go-Downtown. You''re wearing a crop top sweater in the summer."


    Caleesi scoffed while she grinned at her. Having chosen jean shorts and a white tank top, the weather felt perfect.


    "I''m happy with the haul today! You should be too, Miss Red-Thong. Can''t believe you''re going to let my brother hit."


    Caleesi''s grin turned into a smug one as Khalia dabbed a napkin to her lips.


    "I''m not going to sleep with your brother."


    "Do you know how many times I''ve heard that?"


    The deadpanned tone made Khalia cackle. Biting down on the leg, she growled when the bone cracked. Scarfing it down with a disgusting vigor. Once she worked the legs, she focused on the burgers.


    "Damn girl, you hungry?"


    Laughing, she raised her hand to protest but was silenced by the loud grumble in her stomach. The cavernous abyss still craving more. It travelled to Caleesi''s ears, making her hoot. Rolling her eyes, she smashed one burger in three bites.


    "I''ll take that as a yes."


    "Ah no, I''m fine. It''s close to two hours, we gotta go." Mumbling, she finished the other.


    Glancing, another rumble erupted when she caught sight of a funnel cake. It was soon devoured by the child holding it. Caleesi followed her gaze.Stolen novel; please report.


    "Are you sure you''re not hungry? Ya know, you''re not human anymore. Parasita can take down at least 5 more of those legs. I can go buy some."


    "Harlot, protect her at all costs. She''s the best."


    "Diem is cooking later tonight so she''ll be fine."


    Gathering up the bags Caleesi stood, and she copied her movements. They walked out from under the tent and were soon in the street.


    "Oh, Italian ice! Here, I''ll meet you at the car!"


    Shoving the bags in Khalia hands and tossing her the keys, Caleesi ran off to the stand a few yards away. Groaning, she shook her head. Judging by the line, she''ll be waiting at least 15 mins.


    Teenagers.


    The car was a 5 min walk to where most fireworks were being launched. She didn''t realize how intense the smells and sound would be as a Kirma. It knocked her off her feet and Caleesi had to tell people she faints randomly to keep the bystanders at bay. When she came too, Caleesi smiled coyly.


    "You get use to harsh smells eventually."


    That was all Parasita needed to experience to start complaining. Nevertheless, surprisingly, she kept her word. Letting Khalia order a flight of cocktails and go about normally. Her beast was truthful about her interest in human gatherings. Intently she watched the diverse groups of people co-mingle and have a grand time. Piping up to ask questions that most would find mundane.


    "Why do humans wait in line? Can''t you all fight for the larger portion?"


    Khalia only laughed, content with helping her confusion.


    "Ah, found you."


    She spoke excitedly to herself, spotting Caleesi''s black Impreza. Picking up the pace she faltered when she spotted a bright red neon signage. The recognizable green leaf almost blinded her. Problem Solved. Their door was open and she could see the line of people inside. Patiently waiting to browse the many floral products. When the sour aromatic fragrance wafted over, Khalia inhaled deeply.


    A tickling sensation travelled along her spine, and she closed her eyes. Images of Jay and her first walking inside flooded her mind. It was their first time there. He showed vague interest while she became immediately hooked to the many items.


    "No-one would know."


    Parasita whispered, almost breathlessly. Looking between the car and the radiant shop, Khalia bit her bottom lip. Her cravings had been subtle, with everything going on, she barely noticed the missing bud. But, seeing it now, readily available and within reach, she couldn''t help but need the delectable flower. The smoke to fill her lungs and alter her mind to a peaceful state.


    "We''re wasting time. I sense...wait."


    Parasita alerted, waking Khalia from her deep thought. Sighing loudly, Khalia gritted her teeth before turning away from the building.


    "I can''t, plus I still have some at the cabin. You promised Para."


    "I haven''t interfered once today, and I quite enjoy the effects of the magic grass."


    "Wait till you try Molly."


    Khalia frowned as Parasita traversed her memories. Growling, she made sure she felt her disgust.


    "You''re the queen of one night with strangers I see. We''ll have to skip that drug."


    "We''re all animals on a floating rock, get off your high horse."


    Rolling her eyes she jogged to the car, pulling the keys from her pocket. A firework went off next to her. The explosion shook the window panes in the shops nearby. Impulsively she covered her ears, the bags clattering to the ground.


    "Fucking shit!"


    Hearing a slight ringing, she waited for it to cease, then hastily bent over to pick up the clothing that spilled. Gripping the red lace thong, Khalia''s face flushed as she got a soft smile.


    "He better appreciate these."


    Standing, she jumped out of her skin when a hand forcefully smacked her ass and a arm snaked around her neck. Yelping she dropped the bags again and yanked at the arm. The grip only tightened and their chest vibrate from the growl they released.


    "Lia-Baby, you still think of me. Such a good bitch you are."


    No. No...


    "T-Theo?"


    *~*~*


    The gasp never left her lips. Picking her up, Theo dragged her to a nearby alley. It lay in-between two brick buildings. Litter was scattered everywhere, along with cloudy puddles of garbage water. Overflowing dumpsters lined one wall, and a fence closed off the opposite direction.


    Immediately when he let go, she ducked his arm and ran, only to be snatched back by her hair. The pain caused a strangled cry echo in the alley. That too was silenced when he slammed her against the wall. Inhaling loudly she groaned while Theo seized her throat. Deep in her mind, she heard whimpering and Parasita cowered in the fog she created. When her vision stopped shaking, Khalia scrutinized his face.


    "Y-y-your face.."


    "Ahh, do you like it? Courtesy of the worthless bitch I have at our home. You''ll meet her soon."


    She flinched when he leaned down. The face she had found handsome was marred with scars. His cheeks appeared sunken and hollow with the jagged marks. His eyes... she whimpered staring into them. She didn''t recall him having heterochromia when they first met. Staring into the hazel pupil invoked mild recognition. The brightly bruised skin that encased it made her queasy.


    "The fact that you made me travel here is aggravating. But...buying lingerie for another man? What was his name?"


    "P-please...""


    "Please? Are you begging me?"


    She could hear the amusement in his voice. Letting go of her throat she remained tense. Between them, the tiny speckles from the field flashed, and the hair on her arms stood on end. Unlike the field, a deep burning bloomed in her chest. Theo grinned widely, burying his face into the crook of her neck. Something rough and wet gliding across the raised mark.


    "Beg some more."


    At that, he sucked fiercely on her scar, pulling at her tank top till they heard a satisfying rip. Whimpering she pushed at his chest. The heat from his body enclosed around her. A tarty aroma was spilling off him in droves.


    "Our Fated wants us now."


    Parasita spoke trance-like. Her voice, robotic yet filled with desperation. Unwillingly, Khalia moaned at his aggressive touches, and her legs spread as he eased his knee between them. Her body was betraying her, but her mind refused to be swayed. Stopping his assault on her branded skin, he growled low into her ear.


    "She''s calling to me. Come out, come out."


    Promptly, Khalia cried out and her eyes became encased in darkness. Her hands clenched the front of his shirt, nicking his skin and drawing blood. He Pulled away from her neck, and she wanted to kiss the devilish smirk off his face.


    "My Fated!"


    The words were shrill, reeking of distress and excitement. Excitement of finally being able to touch what belonged to her. To finally feel whole. However, the moment was short lived when a sharp sting blasted her face. Clamping her eyes shut, she shrank at the bitter metallic fluid that spewed from her nose and mouth.


    A pressure covered her neck as she realized she was being choked again. The knee between her thighs rose, and he lifted her off her feet, hoisting her up on his knee. He groaned feeling the warmth of her pussy through her shorts. Letting go of her neck, he gave her a light pat on her swelling cheek.


    "Don''t touch me, lest I say so."


    Khalia said nothing. Parasita shook blood from her maw, stupefied by the fact that he hit her. She was his Fated, and he dared to strike her?


    "Fated? Is that what she tells you? You''re nothing more than a hunt. A blemish on my record of success. A human bitch that I took interest in. Fated? Not a chance. I fuck them. I mark them. I hunt them. I guess I marked you too much."


    A cruel chuckle left him. Extending a hand, he held up Kahlia''s bloody and trembling chin. The tears rolled, cutting through the red and the fear in her soul was undeniable. Parasita growled softly, the fog dispersing as she stepped out. Khalia whimpered when his warm lips brushed hers.


    "Tsk. This can''t be the same fucking slut I had screaming my name. The one who begged me to go deeper in that sweet pussy. Do you always give it up so easily?"


    The fake astonishment made her shudder. Soon his tongue went back to her collarbone, where he dragged it across, nipping at her sensitive skin. She inhaled sharply when he began rubbing her clit through the jean fabric. Laughing, Khalia found the authenticity in it distressing.


    "You truly are repulsive! I slaughter your friends, your brother, and you still get wet for me? You want me to fuck you right here?"


    Turning, she looked away in shame. The blood dripped to the ground, a steady rhythm.


    I fucking hate you. Why can''t you just die? Die. Die. Die!


    "Ah, you hate me Lia-Baby? Whys that? I''ve given you a gift. One that I''ll need back."


    When the hand rubbing her slipped into her waistband, then did she struggle. Quickly, he pressed against her to cease her movements.


    Being in a semi-public area she was dismayed no one came to her rescue. At the opening she saw the rush of people going by. Some casted disgusted looks her way, shielding their children''s eyes. Others ignored them, noticing her situation, yet choosing not to interfere. Directing wary and pitiful glances her way then shuffling away. She wondered if it was because of the energy pressure that was crushing down on her.


    She was alone in this, utterly and hopelessly alone. Turning back to his prideful gaze she couldn''t help the sob that escaped.


    "Just, just kill me you fucking piece of shit! You ruined my life! You destroyed everything!"


    "You ruined your own life!"


    The grip around her airway tightened again, and her breathing stilled.


    "It''s your fault their dead. If you hadn''t- if you hadn''t looked at me. I''d have slaughtered you too."


    Hearing this revelation Kahlia''s brows knitted, and she wrapped her hands around his, attempting to pull him off.


    "L-looked at you? You''re fucking insane!"


    Thinking back, she figured he must be talking about their first encounter. She did glance at him, in passing. Was he saying all of this happened, because of a glance? That their deaths, pointless in nature, were caused because she gazed at him?


    "If you don''t get this mangled face clown ass bitch off of you!"


    Parasita''s voice boomed, startling her. Her mind was clear and she felt lax now that it was gone. The grip she had on his hand increased, and the sounds of bones shifting echoed between them. Theo''s eyes widened slightly as he sneered.


    "Ah, is my good bitch upset?"


    "You''ll be upset when I kill you and fuck the Jaundice Goblin on top your corpse you batshit crazy fucker!"


    Briefly she watched his head tilt at the strange name. Parasita growled and images of Diem filled her thoughts. His eyes, his smile, his beast.


    "...No."


    The change was swift. For a moment she was wrestling his hand off her shorts, the next he was slamming her repeatedly against the stone wall. The pain came in spurts as Parasita continued to break out, encasing Khalia''s arms in fur.


    "Diem! He should be dead! You both will be dead!"


    Hey! Leave her alone motherfucker!"


    Limply, Khalia peeked to see a group of women staring at them. Their gazes held malice and contempt, thankfully, directed at Theo. Each held shopping bags from various stores in the area, they set them down on the ground. One of them soon walked to the forefront, and Khalia couldn''t help but reach a partially shifted hand out to the woman.


    "M-Mavi!"


    Mavi gave Khalia a brief smile before looking back at Theo. The other women gathered around her, there presence lifting the thickness in the air.


    "She doesn''t look to be enjoying the sick shit you''re doing, so how about fucking the fuck off!"


    More bystanders glanced as they passed by. A deep rumble formed in Theo''s chest, and he growled at the sudden interruption. Pulling Khalia''s chin up he crashed his lips onto hers, diving his tongue through parted lips and moaning into the bloody mess.


    "Luck is on your side today, Lia. Can''t say the same for your companion. Luckily, I enjoy playing with my food before I eat it."


    With that he dropped her and ran to the fence. Jumping, he scalded it with ease, then disappeared onto the other side.


    "Companion?"


    Khalia panted out, trying to wrap her mind around what he was saying. The back of her head was leaking, and she winced as bones began to mend. Taking off her shirt, she pressed it against her nose. The hair on her arms receded and the clicking of heels came towards. Mavi rested a hand on her shoulder.


    "Are you alright? Was that him? A horrid man."


    "Ye-yes. Thank you! Thank you. Caleesi, I have to find.."


    BOOM!


    Another firework went off above them, showering the darkening sky with rays of colorful light. This time she didn''t flinch. More so because panic clutched her heart.


    "C-Caleesi!" Throwing down the shirt Khalia scrambled by Mavi and the others. Stumbling out onto the road she looked at the Impreza, seeing no one inside or around it.


    "Caleesi! Fuck! Fuck!"


    Sprinting, she ignored the strange looks and dodged outstretched hands. She glanced at every face that whizzed by, searching frantically for the optimistic girl.


    "Caleesi!"


    Her voice cracked and grew hoarse. Kahlia screamed louder, traversing the five blocks in record time, only to come up empty. She was gone.


    Caleesi was missing.

 We Meet Again

    They struck fast. Shoving and weaseling their way into the line until they nestled behind her. High on the euphoria of the social gathering, Caleesi flinched at the pinprick in the middle of her back. Instinctively she threw a quick elbow into the gut of her assailant.


    "Relax sis! It''s just me!"


    The groaning man protest, doubling over and cradling his gut. His words made her head cock to the side, a frown etched on her face.


    "Caleesi! Be respectful to your brother! It''s time to go!"


    A firm hand dug into her forearm, wrenching her out the line. Caleesi tried gripping the hand, but another''s clasped her other arm. Firmly securing her in between two men. Strangers cast them wary gazes and merely continued with their activities.


    "We''re fucked, you let your guard down."


    A growl rang out, counteracting the dizziness she felt. Unfortunately, her beast, Cali, was correct. The strong presence of wolfsbane soon dried out her mouth. Blinking became a chore, and she stumbled slightly, trying to catch herself by gripping those closest.


    Reaching their destination, Tomas hopped out the driver side of the black Suburban. When Caleesi''s gaze met his, she huffed loudly before pressing her lips together and spitting in his face.


    "Beta Tomas, you rat! What the fu-"


    "Behave yourself omega!"


    Grimacing he wiped his face, motioning at the two men before hopping back in the SUV. Unceremoniously they tossed her in the back, ignoring her cry as she hit the center console. Wincing she pulled herself up with the little strength she had and flopped onto the seat.


    The car jerked and her stomach churned. Raising her hand she fondled the door, searching for the handle. In her pursuit she hit the window button. The cool air elicited a groan from her parched lips.


    Suddenly a piercing ache exploded in her right side. Looking down her eyes widened as they slowly processed the blade-like claws buried in her skin. Blood began pooling out gradually, sliding down onto her grey leggings.


    "Ah ah ah, your highly needed. Caleesi, is it?"


    A voice, smooth as satin, whispered deadly close to her ear.


    "Caleesi!"


    Looking back out the tinted window, she saw a blurred figure running frantically into stores and the street. As if they were dancing to an upbeat tune.


    "Khali-argh!"


    White spots formed in her vison, as he withdrew his hand. In that instance, weightlessness overcame her. Leaning back, she hit the headrest. Lolling to the side she tried to make out the figure seated next to her. Even with the blurry vision, the smile on his face was arrogant. Opening her mouth her tongue held still, and she went limp.


    *~*~*


    "Caleesi!"


    Khalia''s voice croaked. It was dark outside when the town shuddered their stores and packed up their booths. She had stayed longer, hoping, waiting. That what transpired was a fluke. Maybe she''ll pop out from a store, the bar...anything.


    "She''s not here and you''re causing a scene. He took her. We must go now!"


    Parasita''s voice rose firm. Khalia''s torn and bloody shirt caused whispers and stares. A few officers attempted to stop her, the ones that did she concocted a tale of social media and going viral. They glared at her, issuing warnings before descending upon the streets. Mavi and her coven, she found out, left as well, not privy on werewolf politics. Mavi did share a bit of advice before strutting off.


    "Wallowing in pity won''t save her nor yourself. Get the dagger, hit the heart."


    Parasita, she had been quiet till now. Drowning in the confusion and bitterness of the raw betrayal. Everything that dumb Goblin said was right.


    "We have to go. We need help. We need the dagger."


    Parasita pleaded with the broken woman. Who leaned against the Impreza, face buried in her hands. Hesitantly she nodded, rubbing her cheeks, and grabbing the bags next to her. She managed to scrounge up some of their clothing. The ones that hadn''t been picked through while she was being assaulted. Tossing them in the back, she slid into the driver seat.


    The drive back was nerve wracking, but not as disheartening as having to explain to Diem Caleesi''s kidnapping. She got his sister taken by the same monster who stained his childhood. The thought of those consequences made her pull over multiple times to spew. With Parasita''s coaxing did she make it to the cabin.


    "Call Diem, we need to gather people quickly. It''s her only chance and ours as well."


    Khalia scoffed, her grip on the wheel cracking her knuckles.


    "You''re being unusually helpful."


    "Unusually? Girl, crawl out of those delusions. Our...my Fated displayed to me what he thinks, what I am. This is now a vendetta, nothing less. I''ll kill him, whether either of us survive or not."


    "...For once, I agree Parasita."


    Turning the key, the car shuddered then cut off. Stepping out, Khalia paused. The truck she''s become so familiar with was parked in its typical spot. Smoke billowed out from the chimney and a dim glow shown through the windows. Checking her phone, the time read 10pm.


    "Time is of the essence."


    Picking up pace she hurried to the door. Loud shouting made the knob vibrate softly in her hand. Along with more voices, it sounded like she left the T.V on max volume. Furrowing her brows, she twisted the knob, stepping inside.


    Immediately the room fell silent, and Khalia was met with stares and scowls. Gian and Nyla stood by the bedroom door. Their eyes a mixture of emotion, contempt blazing the brightest.


    Casting her eyes quickly away she turned to Diem, who hung around the fireplace. She didn''t have to look into his dull eyes. Gasping, the hairs on her body stood on end at the immense wretchedness he flooded her with. The disappointment, the anger...the betrayal. She didn''t bother wiping her cheeks this time round. She couldn''t, his presence rooted her.


    "See! Look at that filthy Kirma! She''s safe while Caleesi is taken! By her Fated no less! It was a trap! I warned you! All along she played us like a cheap fiddle! Pawns in whatever scheme they have planned! They likely came to take this dominion!"


    Startled by the hateful voice, Khalia looked to Chase. He marched in the center of them. His purple robe twirled as he raved on. Waving a manilla envelope in the air, he glowered at Kahlia.


    "I''ve given you all the proof Luna Nyla, Alpha Gian! What else do you want! It''s time you do the right thing for Cruel-Mane!"


    The stench of his hate was overpowering. Tension had its hand on all their throats while she looked at everyone.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    "What? No! That''s not true! I would never betray Cruel-Mane!"


    "Are you sure?"


    Nyla hissed at her, cracking her voice. A voice Khalia''s come to hold in high regard.


    "No! No, Caleesi came to me! She- you approved her to leave for the day. The paper, it''s in the bedroom! It was signed by you! Chase handed her the paper!"


    "You lying piece of shit! Where is this paper Kirma? We looked through your things. There was no paper, a lot of drugs though. I have evidence of your misconduct! You can fool the others but certainly not me!"


    Ripping open the top of the envelope he tossed it at Khalia, striking her in the chest. Pieces of paper fluttered out, scattering in the air and on the ground. Leaning down she grabbed one and watched as Diem did the same.


    Holding the sheet, her mouth fell open. They were pictures, printed and blown up to fill the entire page. Pictures of her and Theo in the alley. Unlike what truly happened, these displayed the moments her body cheated her. A snarl erupted from Diem and he tossed the paper he held at her feet. Khalia let out a whimper, covering her mouth. The one he had held showed departure, with Theo giving her the most demeaning kiss of her life.


    "No! Fuck no, that''s bullshit! He assaulted me! I didn''t- I would never fucking hurt Caleesi! He''s setting me up!"


    Khalia lunged towards Diem, clutching his arm forcefully. For a moment a look of repugnance crossed his face, then pain. Stepping back, she pulled him closer to her.


    "Goblin please! You, you were right and I''m fucking sorry. I''m so sorry. I would never harm Caleesi. You chose to open a bond with me. I can''t give that up. I won''t! Please! As your friend...your Luna, believe me."


    "Luna?" Gian, Nyla and Chase spoke in unison.


    Diem''s face contorted with confusion at Parasita''s cry. Her voice obscuring his thoughts. This wasn''t Khalia, he was sure of it. Searching her face, he opened his mouth to speak but a certain alpha beat him to it.


    "Khalia Schaffer,"


    The low rumble in his voice commanded everyone''s attention. A heavy malevolent aura replaced the tension and Khalia found herself letting go of Diems'' arm. Backing towards the door, her body convulsed while Gian moved closer


    "You...you are exiled from Cruel-Mane. Don''t return here. If any pack member spots you in this territory, you are to be executed swiftly. I will extend you five minutes...Kirma, to remove yourself from my land."


    The weight of his words caused a sparked pain in her chest, as if a link had been severed.


    "Run."


    Parasita whispered, a quiver in her voice.


    "Wait! Please! We have to save Caleesi! Diem he knows about you, that you''re here!"


    "Alpha Gian-"


    Diem spoke striding towards Khalia with a look of surprise. The splintering of bones filled the cabin as Gian and Chase began stripping their clothes.


    "Three minutes left."


    "Run! Run now!"


    Stunned Khalia gave a parting look to Diem. His eyes held a look of urgency and desperation.


    "Go, go now." His soothing voice filled her mind and she shakily groaned.


    Closing her eyes she yelled out in frustration before bursting out the door. A howl broke out as she sprinted past Caleesi''s car.


    "Parasita!"


    "Don''t worry."


    Hitting the road, the snow kicked up behind her as she ran. A soothing warmth filled her body. Travelling down her spine. This time, as her bones cracked and shifted, she felt nothing. The ground grew further away and soon black fur covered her feet as her shoes ripped apart. Replaced by paws her speed quickened and she raced up the mountain.


    "Where do we go?"


    Parasita questioned, at the forefront of their shared consciousness. Khalia shivered with defeat. It was her turn now, hugging her knees, she buried her face in her palms. There was no fog, only darkness, and she welcomed it.


    "Away from here. Far away."


    Nodding, she dug her paws into the ground. As the others exited the cabin, Diem could only watch while she crested the mountain, disappearing.


    *~*~*


    "Elaina, I hear something."


    The words thrummed like a siren, splintering her mind. Gasping softly, she strained to open her swollen eye. The poorly sanded concrete captured bits of her skin when she dragged herself to her knees. The room he held her in was chilly and dim. The only light source, a dirty lantern that barely reached her.


    "Get off me!"


    Young and aggressive, the feminine voice carried in the dreary cellar. Stumbling to her feet, Elaina stepped back into the shadowed corner, wincing ever so often at the stinging of her joints. Shallow pants slipped past her lips, that stilled when the commotion came into view.


    Shifty eyes analyzed the young girl, who was giving the two brawny guards a lashing. She kicked, spun, and punched on the men; with a practiced accuracy she''s witnessed in MMA fighters defending their coveted titles. The ferocity in each hit made Elaina exhale a shaky breath. If human, the girl would have ignored her strained breathing.


    However, hearing the life of another caused a falter in her assault, and she turned defensively to the barred cell. One of the battered men, seizing the opportunity clamped down on her limbs. The other hastily wrestled with the keys. Yanking the creaky door open, they chucked her inside.


    *~*~*


    Cursing under her breath Caleesi ran at the closing door. Her body slammed against it, causing a rattle just as it locked. A soft sizzle erupted under her palms that clasped the bars. Pulling them away she shook her hands.


    "Son of a- wait till I''m free assholes! I''ll drain the blood from your bodies and sell it cheap to the vampires!"


    A snort sounded from the corner that distracted her earlier. Squinting, Caleesi made out a haggard looking woman. While she couldn''t see her face, she could see her clothing. Least what was left of it. When the woman raised her hands, Caleesi impulsively did as well. Though, with her state, she assessed she could take the woman down at any given time.


    "Sorry...I didn''t mean to cause you to lose. It''s nice to see a well-rounded fighter, and young. I thought they stopped training kids."


    "Did you see them? I didn''t lose...who are you? Where are we and why are we here?"


    Caleesi took tentative sniffs in her direction, arching her brow at a vague yet familiar scent. Elaina did the same, the best she could with a busted nose. Her eyes lit up slightly with the scents that came off the girl.


    "You- is she here? Is Khalia with you?"


    The insistence for an answer lured her out of the comforting dark. Elaina tried to ignore the shock that graced the others'' face while she looked her over. Caleesi lingered on her face causing Elaina to hastily look down. Her cheeks reddened at the embarrassment she caused the woman.


    "I''m sorry, I just...I wasn''t expecting.... are you a friend of Khalia''s? Is that why we''re here? That man...he''s her Fated?"


    Caleesi watched the woman give a curt nod.


    "I wouldn''t say friend but...I''m a detective. I came to warn Khalia about Theo, unfortunately I failed."


    "Did they do this to you or did he?"


    "He, but I did him worse."


    Caleesi smiled at the chuckle that escaped the woman. She watched her lower herself to the ground on her behind. Her weight seemed to favor one side.


    "He''ll be down here. I''m assuming he''s going to use us to get Khalia. Hopefully, she''s smart and she won''t come here."


    "Ah, she''ll come, and so will Diem, Alpha Gian, and Luna Nyla. He''ll have no chance. This cell is enchanted?"


    Walking closer to her, Caleesi plopped down a few feet away. An ache travelled her backside. With the dried and caked on blood, it was difficult to read Elaina''s expression.


    "I wouldn''t be here if it wasn''t. What is your name?"


    "Caleesi, you?"


    "Elaina. You''re very optimistic about them coming. A word of advice, sometimes you must rely on yourself, and yourself alone. People can''t be trusted nor helped. They''re unreliable."


    "...Who hurt you? That''s bleak as fuck. I promise once my family comes and rescues us, we''ll track down the person who made you say such shit."


    At that Elaina scoffed, somberly smiling at her prison mate.


    "Hm, if rescue does come, I''ll take you up on that offer Caleesi."


    *~*~*


    "It''s clear."


    Khalia only nodded, staring at the row of copy and paste townhouses. Arms tightly wrapped around her breast; she stepped out onto the desolate street. Dogs soon sang into the moonless night, forcing Khalia to run. The slap of her feet resonated sharply against the concrete. Nearing an alley she ducked into it, kneeling behind a row of trashcans. Eyeing the police cruiser creeping by she held her breath until they rounded the corner.


    Like a cat, she slinked carefully down the paved path, going around the many light sources that gleamed from around the houses. Eventually she stopped in front of an old rickety privacy fence. The wood bleached and damaged from years of sun. Remarkably, Diesel never tried to escape, as he would easily have made it through the barrier.


    Grabbing the planks, she pulled herself up, looking around as the wood whined under her weight. Landing on the other side, Khalia stared up at her adobe. The grey house looked monotonous. No lights shown from the windows nor came on as she moved towards the back door.


    "Hopefully I have some clothes left here."


    Khalia sighed, turning the doorknob. A bit shocked that it opened, she remembered why she left in the first place. Inhaling, she caught multiple scents from individuals. The strongest one being of cedar and ash.


    "Pfft, they better give us all our shit back."


    Grumbling, Parasita growled, locating Theo''s scent in the mixture. That vermin will perish by her hands.


    "I doubt they would. Maybe-"


    Swinging the door open, Khalia stepped inside. The back door led to the kitchen, or what used to be a kitchen. Glass lay strew about on the counters and floor. Either from the dishes or the windowed cabinets, she couldn''t tell. Chairs were broken to pieces, and her table was folded in on itself. The fridge had a large dent in the door, which barely closed. Rotten food odor wrinkled her nose, and she wheezed loudly.


    "What the fuck happened here!"


    Waiting for Parasita to speak, Khalia froze when a sharp click sounded next to her ear. The hairs on her body stood up and her heart lurched into a rapid beat. She knew that sound. The smell of ash hit her nose and Khalia arched a brow. Curiously she twisted to the side.


    Her eyes crossed as she looked down the barrel of a shotgun. Earlier, this would have caused piss to flow down her leg. Now, she only squinted at the man, his face concealed in the shadows. The cherry from his cigarette illuminating the thin wisp of smoke.


    "...Ranger?"

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    ¡°Here. Its all I got that doesn¡¯t smell too bad.¡±


    ¡°Thanks.¡±


    ¡°Not one to thank. If I¡¯d done my job, this wouldn¡¯t be happening. Your friends would still be here. Shit, I''m sorry for not taking you seriously.¡±


    Inhaling sharply at Milo¡¯s words, Khalia took the clothing from his outstretched hand.


    ¡°It didn¡¯t sound like something to take seriously. I wouldn¡¯t have. You aren¡¯t the first. I appreciate your apology, Ranger.¡±


    Slipping the black shirt over her head, the scent of cigarette smoke and charred wood encased her. The shorts, faded Khakis, had worn and broken belt loops, giving hint to their frequent use. Putting them on, she secured them with a few safety pins she found in her bedroom.


    Milo stared at the wall, thrumming his fingers against the barrel of the shotgun. A part of him was dismayed that it wasn¡¯t Theo who walked through the door earlier. It would have made the four hours wait worthwhile.


    When she locked eyes with him over the barrel, his heart stuttered. Like a ghost, he thought her dead. Figuring that demon already gotten her with the state of her home. Relief then shown on their faces at the recognition of each other. For now, they knew they were in safe company.


    ¡°You look horrible. It¡¯s giving ran through junkie on a binger. Ecstasy or LSD? Need a drink?¡±


    Stepping out of the kitchen, Khalia sipped something from a chipped coffee mug. ¡®STFU, Its Early¡¯ displayed boldly in white on the side, was splattered with bits of dried blood.


    ¡°Tch, I deserve that.¡±


    A faint smile spread, and Milo plopped down on the cushionless couch, wincing at the uncomfortable springs. Attempting to locate them earlier, the fibers scattered around gave him clue that his search was useless. Placing the shotgun across his lap he rubbed his swollen eyes.


    The vision in his right eye blurred substantially after his puke fest pit stop. The bags under them, seemingly tattooed to his skin, exposed his recent nightmares. Anytime rest would come, his mind was flooded with unbearable screams. Even worse, they sounded identical to Elaina.


    ¡°Where are you?¡±


    *~*~*


    He mumbled quietly to himself that even Khalia couldn¡¯t hear.


    She watched him intently from afar. Earlier she recounted to him what happened after she left the airport. He took the news surprisingly well this time round. In the midst, Parasita pointed out his unusual scent.


    ¡°He smells like us but it¡¯s odd. Almost like cologne.¡±


    As much as they wanted to ask him about it, a shower was more tempting. Unfortunately, she had to clean a path to the bathroom, but it was worth it nonetheless.


    ¡°Gotta plan?¡±


    Milo¡¯s voice, gravelly in cadence, rattled Khalia out her thoughts. Heading back to the kitchen she filled the mug once more with whiskey. Jack wasn¡¯t her favorite, but he was the only survivor in the melee. Handing it to the raggedy man, she sat down next to him, huffing. Home insurance wasn¡¯t going to be happy with her claim.


    ¡°Yea, you save the others while I sit here and get high.¡± At that she lit half a joint, taking a long drag before passing it to Milo.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!


    ¡°Are you serious right now?¡± He frowned, waving her hand away.


    Standing, Milo walked to the back door where he exited. Khalia followed behind, sitting next to him on the 3 x 3 concrete slab. She observed him light a cig and take a drink before looking up at the sky. Minimal light pollution made the view picturesque.


    ¡°Listen, so far, everyone who comes near me gets fucked 10 ways from Sunday. I don¡¯t even have the dagger anymore. What¡¯s a human and a Kirma gonna do against a fucking monster?¡±


    In the mountains, Khalia watched Parasita howl, shred trees, climb peaks to quiet the anguish in her soul. All while wailing herself. She wished she died with her friends and Jay.


    In the corner of her eye, she watched Milo shuffle before feeling a warming hand on her shoulder. Smoke whipped in front of his face, but she could make out the tired yet determined gaze.


    ¡°Listen, me and you, were not exactly the best for the job,¡± He glanced at cup in his hand and the joint in hers, ¡°but were the only one¡¯s here for the job. I hope you weren¡¯t expecting something profound.¡±


    She scoffed but a small smile graced her lips regardless.


    ¡°I was.¡±


    ¡°Well, that motherfucker broke into my house. I¡¯ll be damned if he runs free while I look over my shoulder. I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re going to do, but I know what I¡¯m willing to do. I¡¯m willing to bury that son of a bitch, even if it cost me.¡±


    Though whiskey permeated his breath, the conviction was evident.


    ¡°Elaina, she-she came down here to save you. I should have come with her.¡±


    His lips pressed together in a hard line with desolation taking over his features. A long drag seemed to steady his trembling hands. Khalia furrowed her brows in confusion as a bittersweet aroma rose around them. It reminded her of dark chocolate.


    Is this regret?


    ¡°I think I know where she is.¡±


    Khalia eyes glossed at the thought of both Caleesi and Eliana being in Theo¡¯s clutches. His hunger for dominance and power extended no disconcertments towards age. Hell, she doubted even sex. Theo took what he wanted, when he wanted. He won¡¯t stop. Not while that hunger festers within him.


    ¡°We can¡¯t keep running. He¡¯ll always find us...feel us. He doesn¡¯t deserve to feel us. He must die.¡±


    Parasita whispered, the statement sending a chill down Khalia¡¯s spine. They were right. Taking another drag she finished off her joint, putting it out on the cement. Rising, she stretched and cast a glance to the sky once more.


    ¡°...Theo has a massive ego. He can¡¯t help but flex his power when anyone¡¯s near, especially when tortures involved. If I fight him, you can save the others. Then come back, you shoot. I stab. He dies. The end. We might have to fight others but-¡±


    This time Milo jumped up as well.


    ¡°Holes. Lot of them. Where is Theo? What¡¯s the layout of the place? How many, uh, lap dogs does he have? We need something more than just strolling on up and hoping for the best.¡±


    Holding up his now empty glass, he shook it. She jerked her head towards the kitchen and folded her arms across her chest.


    ¡°They¡¯re Lycans, and isn¡¯t that what you were doing in my house?¡±


    ¡°Touch¨¦.¡±


    ¡°Well, what do you have?¡± Biting her lips she rolled her eyes.


    ¡°From what I¡¯ve seen, he has a hard on for making you miserable. You¡¯re going to walk up like you captured me. He¡¯ll throw me in a cell, we save the girls, bing bam, dead.¡±


    ¡°Bing? Bam? How is that not the same thing I said? Throw you in a cell? That¡¯s optimistic. What if he decides to kill you on the spot?¡±


    ¡°He won¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°How do you know?¡±


    ¡°As you said, massive ego. He¡¯ll have us both where he wants. It¡¯s perfect for him. Once we, or you, kill Theo it¡¯s over. Life goes back to normal. Anyway, I need a refill.¡± Stepping by, he disappeared into the house.


    Khalia sneered at his resolution. What¡¯s normal for her? There¡¯s the funeral she¡¯d have to plan. Along with the four she¡¯d be attending. Then the trashed house and totaled SUV, normal seems like a fallacy.


    Tendons popped as she stretched her limbs and scratched her scalp. The act made her yawn, and only then did she realize how exhausted she was.


    ¡°We should get some sleep, execute our plan when we wake.¡±Parasita spoke.


    Every so often a flash of what transpired in the in the dingy alleyway surfaced. The memory made Khalia¡¯s lip twitch, and she ran her tongue along healing cut. Blowing her nose after the shower had her groaning as bloody mucus came out. The fucker smacked her like a PowerSlap champion.


    ¡°Yea, lets-¡±


    The sound of breaking glass pierced her ear drums. Cursing, she busted through the back door, sprinting to the living room, only to bump into Milo. The push barely moved him as he stood rigid. The shotgun was up and aimed at the front door. At his feet she saw the remnants of the mug. The carpet drinking up the dark liquor.


    ¡°This a cold reception. Call me egotistical but I thought you¡¯d be happy to see me.¡±


    Milo¡¯s face contorted with confusion as he stared at the younger man, who lazily held both his hands in the air. His gaze darted around until he spotted her. Her breath stilled, and immediate tears welled in her eyes.


    ¡°Diem?¡±

 Let Me Be Your Euphoria

    Hearing his name lightly escape her lips, made his eye soften. The range of emotions she was pelting him with caused him to step forward. He hoped she couldn¡¯t hear how his heart drummed at the sight of her.


    ¡°D-did Gian send you here to kill me?¡±


    The wane in her voice made the man next to her grunt and he circled out of his peripheral. Diem didn¡¯t move but he did let Dee make his presence known, weighing his options as his eyes flickered in color.


    ¡°Do I shoot or is he a good boy?¡±


    ¡°Nice to meet you too.¡±


    This time he did move, facing Milo. They fixed each other with a glare, sizing the other up.


    ¡°Likewise.¡±


    ¡°Why are you here? I don¡¯t see Diesel with you. Nor my things.¡± She whispered with slight venom.


    Taking a step near her, he growled when Milo mimicked his actions. Looking him over again Diem sneered.


    ¡°You must be the one who caused all this? The Rescue Ranger, correct?¡±


    Milo¡¯s body tensed, and his finger twitched on the trigger. The glare he fixed him with would have frozen hell over. He hit a nerve, and it was a doozy.


    ¡°Aht stop Diem! This isn¡¯t his fault. If you¡¯ve come to point fingers, start with me.¡±


    Khalia spoke up, reading Milo¡¯s expression. Diem narrowed his gaze as she walked by towards Milo. Placing her hand on his gun she forced him to lower it.


    ¡°Who said I wasn¡¯t?¡±


    She rolled her eyes. Milo grunted, stooping to whisper in her ear, then disappearing into the kitchen. Hearing the back door shut, Diem growled.


    ¡°Any more men on your roster going to pop out?¡±


    ¡°Cut the shit, I¡¯m not in the mood. Why did you come here?¡±


    Diem watched her shoulders slump when she tilted her head to look up at him. His heart lurched at the dejection, and he resisted the urge to draw her into his arms.


    ¡°Alpha Gian is having all your belongings returned later in the afternoon. Diesel will remain with Cruel-Mane for-¡±


    ¡°Wait! You¡¯re kidnapping my dog! My dog? That¡¯s fucking low!¡±


    Jabbing her finger into his chest she winced went it bent oddly. Sighing, he continued.


    ¡°For a few days Lia. Your home resides just outside of territory. Entering past Helm St. will be at your own discretion. We are heading to Whistling 10 hours from now. I¡¯m advised that if you are spotted there with Theo, Alpha Gian-¡±


    ¡°Gian what! Will kill me? Kill my dog? Take a fucking number!¡±


    ¡°Khalia.¡±


    ¡°No, don¡¯t fucking Khalia me! I fucked up going downtown with Caleesi, I get that. Shit, going to that stupid park was the worst thing to happen. These last two weeks have been hell and to top it off; y¡¯all took Stick Bugs side, threatened my life, and now you wanna keep my damn dog? Fucking insane! ¡±


    Kicking what used to be her wooden end table, she didn¡¯t flinch as it shattered into pieces against the wall. Wrapping her arms around herself she sat on the couch. Burying her face in her lap, he frowned as her body shook. Dee whined.


    ¡°Theo completed their binding; she might reach out to him in this state. We must-¡±


    ¡°I miss you, I miss you so much Jay. This would be so easier if you were here.¡± Khalia choked out the words.


    Dragging his knuckles along his sternum he tried to ease the despair she was pouring into him. The snake that seemed to constrict his lungs, coiled tightly. Gasping, he crouched to eye level in front of her. Beneath the misery he felt budding joy.


    It was perverse and toxic the way it migrated inside him. Seeping into his organs, poisoning his soul. In his mind, Dee snarled as inky wet tendrils attempted to encase him. Thrashing he sliced through them, watching them disintegrate into smoke.


    ¡°All these years and you¡¯ve managed to find my sloppy seconds? Like father, like son, eh Diem?¡±


    Dee growled as Diem tensed.


    ¡°She¡¯s so beautiful when she cries. The tears taste exquisite when your waist deep inside that pussy. The best time I¡¯ve had in awhile. The only regret is killing Marcus first before he could watch me fuck-¡±Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    ¡°Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!¡± Khalia screamed. He watched her ears stretch into points and her body wriggled like worms. Ready to rip through flesh like wet earth.


    Diem placed his hands on her arms, pulling them apart. He gritted his teeth at her crumbling expression and dark eyes. Canines protruded past her lips, drawing blood as they cut her.


    ¡°Look at me, don¡¯t listen to him Lia.¡±


    Firmly, he cupped her cheeks, unsure if this was the right action. In a circular motion he rubbed his thumb across her damp skin, over her pigmented scars, desperate to wipe away the anguish.


    ¡°Please, don¡¯t ever think I¡¯d side with those who wish you harm. I am your Beta, Khalia. Yours.¡±


    His words quieted her sobs. Leaning forward he rested his forehead against hers. Sliding his thumbs down her cheeks he stopped on her plump lips. Her jasmine scent mixed with his peppermint, and he wondered if she could feel his pulse in that thrummed through his fingertips.


    Parting her lips, she sighed when he pushed his energy through her. It tickled her ears and swam throughout her body. Whatever wounding emotions he encountered, he quickly dissipated. Replacing them with his own essence. Around them the air hummed, and he chuckled softly as she became consumed in euphoria. Snaking his hand to the nape of her neck he massaged gently.


    ¡°Intimate but this is the fastest way.¡±


    He could have screamed those words directly into her ear, and she still wouldn¡¯t have acknowledged them. Her pupils had blown to saucers and the tip of her tongue glistened. The urge to capture it between his own lips made him tilt his head. Stopping just centimeters away he closed his eyes as ragged breaths left her. Smiling sincerely, he released her.


    ¡°Thank god you have some sense.¡± Milos voice called from the kitchen doorway.


    Arching a brow, he glanced at the shotgun Milo impressively held in one hand. His finger never left the trigger as he downed the remaining contents of the whiskey bottle.


    ¡°You two really think right now is a good time for sex? Homicidal maniac werewolf, but sure let¡¯s make out.¡±


    Grimacing, Diem stepped back from a hazy Khalia. Static buzzed in the air still and she fanned her face.


    ¡°The fuck is that and how do I do it to myself?¡±


    ¡°Energy Amalgamation. It¡¯ll take you years to learn.¡± He smirked at her pout.


    ¡°Well now that it¡¯s established that your, uh, boyfriend boy-toy is on our side. Should we fill him in on the plan?¡±


    ¡°He is not any of those to me, thanks.¡±


    ¡°Yet. Depends on if she dies.¡±


    Khalia sucked her teeth before heading to her bedroom. Milo gave him a deadpanned stare, shaking his head, he headed back outside.


    ¡°That many nics in a short span will kill you, Ranger.¡±


    Diem tittered at the curses Milo eloquently strung together and followed his Luna.


    ¡°Our Luna? Getting carried away there aren¡¯t we? Once this resolves, she goes. We resume as normal, no Lunas, no Alphas. I enjoy my mundane existence. It¡¯s been disruptive ever since she arrived.¡±


    ¡°That may be true...just let me be a hero Dee. We couldn¡¯t for Esyin, we can for her. Even if it is temporary.¡±


    ¡°Seems she isn¡¯t the only one with survivor¡¯s guilt. Careful Diem, there¡¯s a reason she¡¯s here and I don¡¯t think Fate is done with her. What are the chances, really? That a human would bring together an exiled Alpha and his banished Beta?¡±


    Diem remained silent. Reaching the doorway of her bedroom, he looked at the skimpy pile of random fabric and cloth. Having constructed a makeshift bed. Laying on her side he couldn¡¯t see her face, but the rise and fall let him know she was fast asleep. Stripping off his clothes, he shifted. His change in weight made the floorboards creak. Dropping down, he wrapped an arm around her waist, bring her against his chest. Dreamily she sighed, rolling over and pressing her face into his fur. He fought the need to lick the top her head. Instead, he focused on why the Fates felt compelled to turn his world upside-down.


    *~*~*


    Amid nautical twilight, Cruel-Mane lay dormant. Storefront signs buzzed like mosquitoes, and small amounts of light peaked out curtain covered windows. A few of the elder wolves walked about, getting ready to start their paradisal day. At the Main House Gian and Nyla walked the hallways, greeting the morning staff before heading to the main balcony.


    ¡°Do you think it¡¯s a good idea to bring her along? After what she¡¯s been through, I think it¡¯s best she stays here Gian.¡±


    Nyla pursed her lips and pushed the doors open. Picking a lounger, she sat rigid. crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. Gian stood near the railing, looking over the waking homestead. Wrinkles formed in his forehead, and he groaned.


    ¡°Baby I know. I tried talking her out of it, but she persists. It¡¯s her home after all. They built it with their bare hands.¡±


    A scoff made his head turn.


    ¡°She wants to avenge Michael; she doesn¡¯t care about her home. In her eyes they betrayed her. Those people mean nothing.¡±


    ¡°Yvette is aware of the laws. You win, you get the pack. It¡¯s always been. Obtaining power is easy, keeping it has always been the risk. One they both accepted at their Enthronement Ceremony.¡±


    ¡°What if she decides to challenge him while we¡¯re there?¡±


    ¡°Then she challenges him. Baby, what¡¯s really bugging you?¡±


    The concern in his voice moved Nyla to come to him. Wrapping her hands around his waist, she buried her face in his chest. Immediately he enclosed her, caressing her back. Vanilla icing wafted in the air and, his stomach grumbled.


    ¡°...Do you think we did the right thing?¡±


    ¡°For Cruel-Mane, yes. For Khalia...it¡¯s the law, Nyla. What else was I going to do? The evidence is there and lines up. I¡¯m prepping for the Enthronement Ceremony. We aren¡¯t a discreet pack. He might as well have sent her for reconnaissance. The timing is too perfect.¡±


    ¡°If that¡¯s the case, why not attack sooner? She hasn¡¯t bothered to harm anyone in Cruel-Mane or Whistling. Her records come up human origin at birth, and her permit was verified. Let¡¯s not forget, she called herself Diems Luna. He would have killed Chase if you weren¡¯t there to stop him. Are we too banish him as well?¡±


    Pulling away from his chest, she raised her hand and stroked his right cheek.


    ¡°We sent a woman to her death. At the words of your Beta, against the words of an Omega. A Beta, who you threaten to dethrone and absolutely hates you. An Omega, your General, who saved your father¡¯s life and has remained loyalty to this pack.¡±


    Hearing her words, he leaned deeper into her palm. A pause travelled between them until he sighed.


    ¡°If she¡¯s at Whistling when we arrive, we¡¯ll have our answer. I suspect me and Diem will need to talk about his past.¡±


    Nyla frowned. Lowering her hands she walked to the doors. Following quickly behind her, Gian reached out and in one swift motion, picking up off her feet.


    ¡°Let¡¯s get some rest. We have a good five hours till we leave.¡±


    ¡°Do you think it¡¯ll be bad?¡±


    A look of worry crossed her face, and he hugged her closer. Though he hasn¡¯t seen the man behind this, he has already tainted his peaceful pack. Bringing her up to his face he planted a kiss on her lips.


    ¡°It damn sure won¡¯t be good.¡±

 Will It End

    Anger. Rampant and burgeoning, wrapped its fiery tendrils around Caleesi while she snarled at Theo. The heavy pulsation in cheeks let her know that swelling had started. Grinding her teeth together she got up off the ground. Wiping the blood from her nose with her hand, she flicked her wrist in Theo''s direction, splattering her bodily fluid in his face. Chuckling, he dragged his tongue across his lips.


    "Sweet. Wait your turn pup, we''ll have our fun soon."


    He cooed before turning back to his current obsession. Elaina leaned against the opposite wall, her labored breathing a broken symphony in the echoing cellar. One arm on her knee, struggling to hold herself up. The other dangled limply, festering with infection.


    Clothes once tattered and torn, now lay in strips on the cold ground near her feet. Fresh blood spilled from new cuts along her frame. The worst, a 7-inch horizontal cut under her breast. It trickled like a stream, running down her stomach to her thighs. With every inhale, Caleesi heard her wheeze.


    "What day is it now? I haven''t seen anyone come for you. Let alone look for you. Not even Halifax! Opposed to this runt, we received a call within hours. Very admirable of the Cruel-Mane pack. "


    He said the last part while looking at over at her. Pressing her lips together she spit in his face. The one thing she''d never tire of is putting a bitch in their rightful place. Enraged, he wiped the mucus off his nose.


    "Your ego is bigger than your pea sized brain you deformed rat! No-one wants to hear you talk! When Diem gets here-"


    Caleesi spat at him again when he stalked towards her. Elaina''s eye widened a fraction. She forced herself off the wall, attempting to stop him. Hearing her slow-coming footsteps, Theo whisked back around, lunging forward to seize her throat, and raise her off the ground.


    "Since you want to be a savior like him..."


    With his free hand he flexed his claws, dragging his index nail across Elaina''s breasts before stopping above the gaping wound. In a swift motion he thrusted his nail inside. Grinning at how her body tensed then squirmed while he dug into more flesh. Her scream came out choked and garbled when his grip tightened.


    "You''re going to save her. On your knees brat."


    Caleesi ground her teeth and gave him a hell freezing glare. Cali raged when she lowered to her knees, bones shifting but nothing more. She hated enchantments and she didn''t have to ponder where this was leading. Enthused by her complicity, he pulled his hand from Elaina''s wound but left the one around her throat. He motioned to her then his jeans, making her growl as she crawled forward.


    "Beta Tomas informed me you were an Omega. Bottom of the rung. This will be a great moment for you, to taste an Alpha. If you''re lucky, you can sit on it too."


    "And you can taste what it feels like to be dick-less! Do it! I fucking dare you."


    Stepping closer to her Theo stopped when his cock was mere inches from her lips. Giving Elaina''s throat a final squeeze he let go. She landed with a brutal thud and lay motionless.


    Darting her gaze to her limp body Caleesi cringed when a hand wound itself in her braid. Giving it a tug, Theo forced her to look up at him. Lunging, she snapped her teeth together, growling when she only tasted air.


    "Ah."


    Grabbing her jaw, he squeezed until the pain made her open wide. She gagged as he shoved his index and middle finger in her mouth. The pressure forced against her lower jaw made the corners of her lips split. Attempting to bite him, he yanked her hair back more forcefully, craning her neck. Movement to the side caught her eye and it wasn''t long until she met Elaina''s weak stare.


    Fear.


    "N-no! She''s a child!"


    The words came out hoarse and choked. Elaina erupted in a coughing fit. Theo jeered, looking between the two ladies. She felt her saliva coat his fingers and glide down her jaw. A sickeningly sweet aroma filled tickled her nostrils, and her eyes ran over with tears while his cock twitched near her tongue.


    "After this, I''ll bless you in many ways Omega."


    BANG!


    The three flinched as the door collided against the wall. Shuffling feet came and stopped in front of the cell door. Theo frowned letting out a guttural growl.


    "Interrupting me, Tomas!"


    The Beta shirked backwards, keeping his eyes glued to the ground.


    "For-forgive me Alpha but its, its- "


    "Fucking spit it out worthless fucking wolf!"


    "She''s here! The one you''ve been after! Scouts spotted her coming from the tree line near the courtyard. She has someone with her, a man! He''s badly injured."


    Trembling, Tomas resembled a frightened child. Caleesi''s mind raced, thinking of who the man could be. When the grip on her head loosened, she felt herself be tossed to the side. Slamming against the pure sliver bars, she winced. The grin on Theo''s face widened like a man who just got acquitted.


    "She came here?"


    Walking to the door Theo waited as Tomas scrambled to unlock it. Stepping out he gave them one last look.


    "I''ll be back for you Omega. You smell delectable when you''re afraid."


    Sucking her saliva off his fingers, he swiftly headed out, with Tomas trailing right behind. Hearing the door shut, Caleesi picked herself up and crawled over to Elaina. Grabbing her shoulders she rolled her on her back, resting her head in her lap. Tenderly she stroked Elaina''s hair, pulling it out of her face.


    "They''re here Elaina! Just hold on. They''re coming for us!"


    Caleesi''s spoke breathlessly. Reaching up she wiped the blood off her bruised lips.


    *~*~*


    If the circumstances were different, Khalia would have loved to tour the massive mansion. To walk on its pristine marble floors and awe at the decorative insights of the designer. For example, why they chose stained glass windows and old castle flagstone paths for the flourishing rose garden. Why the fountain, a three-tier porcelain masterpiece, wasn''t centered in the middle of the affluent backyard. Instead, it was pushed to the side, surrounded by granite benches. A poor choice in Khalia''s mind.


    A loud groan next to her brought her back to reality. Casting a side glance at Milo she grew grim, whispering sorry while members of the Whistling pack situated themselves on the large wrap around porch. It wasn''t her idea to beat Milo bloody or Diems.


    *~*~*


    "Hit me."


    "I''m sorry?"


    Khalia gawped at Milo, disturbing his viewing of the mansion.


    "We have to make it believable. You think I''d let you capture me without a fight?"


    Moving in front of her he planted his boots firmly in the ground. Diem stood by, taking over the stake out. Two young Lycans, canoodling behind a rose bush, soon stopped their affectionate touches. Sniffing the air in unison they uncannily faced his direction before jumping up and running off.


    "Hurry up, I''d rather not kill those who aren''t involved."


    Nodding at Diems'' words she hesitated, then cocked her arm back. Milo instinctively closed his eyes, waiting for her to knock his jaw sideways. When a pillow soft fist connected with his cheek he grunted.


    "You hesitated. Come on Khalia! We have one chance! You can''t expect to-"


    Bam!


    The crack of Diems fist smashing into Milo''s cheek made Khalia recoil. Regaining composure, she winced when he struck him again and again. Grunts and coughs left the older man as he squirmed on the ground.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    "Damn, that''s hot."


    "Parasita."


    Reaching out to stop him, she paused when his nails grew to claws.


    "Take your clothes off."


    The words came out guttural and low within her mind. Opening her mouth to protest, she stopped when he began slashing methodically at Milo''s body. Milo let out pain filled moans, blood soon staining his body . Diem was careful not to nick important arteries.


    "R-right."


    Grabbing her shirt, she pulled it over her head. Being naked in the open was starting to unfazed her, what didn''t though was Diem watching. Fumbling with the safety pins, goosebumps sprang along her body, following the path his eyes traveled. Her heart raced when footsteps came closer to her.


    "Here."


    Large hands pushed hers to the side. His knuckles tickled her skin, and she leaned into them. With a strong jerk, the shorts came apart and he wriggled them down her legs. Heat crept into her cheeks that grew when Diems hands glided over her legs. Starting at her calves he worked his way up.


    "What are you doing?" She strained to get the words out.


    "You need to look the part."


    His face remained serious while he smeared Milo''s blood over her thighs. The site shouldn''t have turned her on. Seeing fresh blood should calm her aching clit, not rev it up. Instead, she widened her stance, causing a dark chuckle to leave him. Reaching her stomach, he applied more, grazing her breast lightly. Lastly, he coated the tacky fluid over her face.


    "There."


    Stepping back, Diem admired his handiwork, perhaps a little too hard as she noticed his gaze linger on her breast. Nipples were erect from the intimate contact he had showered her with. Pouting, Khalia snapped her fingers repeatedly and he looked up sheepishly. Diving into his waistband he pulled out the dagger.


    "Hide this somewhere inconspicuous."


    Nodding, she wound her hair in a bun, securing it with thick strands of her own hair. Handing her the dagger she stuck it unsheathed through the coils. A lethal hair piece. Diem smiled ear to ear.


    This wasn''t supposed to happen. She shouldn''t care this much. She barely knew him. Not her middle name, not her favorite color, hobbies, nothing. So why did it hurt, the thought of this ending? After this she goes back to a normal society. No witches, no werewolves, no pain. Her feelings for him, will go buried, and they''ll fade into the recess of each other''s memories.


    "The end only comes when you want it."


    His lips weren''t moving, but his voice was ever clear. Out of the corner of her eye, tiny fires whirled around them.


    "Can you learn to knock?" Parasita brooded, snorting at the invasive man.


    "If it makes you feel better, I''ll visit once your human."


    "Me feel better? You''re the one that''s going to suffer withdrawals. I have an addictive personality if you haven''t seen."


    Diem shook his head. "I''ve seen all I needed; I prefer hands on."


    "Are we still on for that date?" A flicker of hope sparkled in her eyes before she concealed it.


    "Let''s rescue Caleesi first. Then discuss it."


    Looking back to the mansion his smile took on a somber tone. The playful aura soon died, and she took a deep breathe. Talking about after, like she won''t die here.


    "If you need help. Call me. I''ll be inside the mansion."


    They walked over to Milo, who was struggling to get on his feet. Khalia dipped under his right arm, slinging it around her shoulders. Patting him on the back Diem snickered.


    "You eat punches like a champ."


    "If he lives, I''m sure he''ll shoot you."


    Milo only grumbled. Steeling her face she stepped into the trees.


    "Be safe...my Luna."


    Spinning, she saw nothing. Without him her nerves skyrocketed.


    "This will be over soon. All fucking over."


    "Whatever happens. It was a pleasure being your beast, Khalia. Even though you''re a dirty cheap harlot...I''ll miss you."


    "Ha. Likewise, Para."


    *~*~*


    Touching the edge of the faded grey and red pavers, Khalia marveled at the intricate pattern they created. Large bronze vases sat on each corner of the square. Liatris and Chocolate Flower overflowed the rims. Drifting to the porch her stomach knotted, and she stumbled a bit causing Milo to wince. The birds who sang near the tree line suddenly stopped and eerie silence enveloped them.


    The faces that greeted her held no wickedness. Khalia observed their shaky forms and worn clothing. The men, fully dressed, while the women in poorly clad undergarments. She noticed a few children as well. The two youngest had to be around 5 years old. They clung to the legs of the women and some men. Their frayed clothes swallowed up their fragile bodies. Frightened faces stared at her. A devil she must have looked like.


    A thud next to her made her glance at Milo, who collapsed on the pavers. Hands twitched as she resisted the desire to pick him up. Diem really didn''t have to go hard on the man. Taking a deep breath, she narrowed her eyes and chuckled sinisterly. At least the best she could, it came out more a dry cough.


    "I''m here for The-my Fated. Where is he?"


    Adding a growl to the end of the statement she ignored the wrenches in her heart watching the kids shrink further behind the adults. They too stepped back against the wall. All except three of the males. Although she couldn''t pinpoint who, a few scents she recognized from her house.


    Intrusively, she thought of calling the cops before remembering it won''t matter at this point. No one responded and their eyes shifted to something behind her. Gradually they walked back. One child gripped the door handle and darted inside the mansion. Like a spring were embedded in their necks, the women snapped their heads down. Shuffling behind the children and shutting the doors.


    Khalia''s brows wrinkled until she heard it. Light breathing, so quiet she would have considered it a hallucination. A large hand slid across her waist, going over her tattoo where it stopped. Another hand slid between the valley of her breast where he gripped her neck firmly. Shuddering, she felt a body press up against hers and a hollowness formed in her stomach.


    "Well, well, my good bitch has arrived. Did someone miss me?"


    Shit. How did he get behind me?


    His breath tickled the space between her neck and collarbone. Leaning further he sucked harshly on her mark, biting at the raised flesh, enough to draw blood. Wincing from the pain she waited for her body to betray her...nothing happened. The electricity he sent through her previously didn''t awaken. The sparks that glinted, even without the sun, ignited once before flashing out.


    "He''ll likely notice soon. I can feel him pressing to enter."


    Parasita spoke, a twinge of pain residing in her voice. Khalia mulled over what she said. Realizing he couldn''t read her thoughts anymore. So, did that mean Diem couldn''t as well? Theo was the main link to their bond. Was it severed?


    A jolt soon tickled her mind. Parasita yipped in delight and a high-pitched bark left her.


    "We''re still here."


    Deep and tender, she relaxed into Theo unconsciously. She could see him now, brindled with the darkest eyes, and a fanged smile. No wonder Parasita was jubilant.


    "You disgust me truly. Tell me why you''re here. To save your friend? How about you Milo! You look worse for wear."


    A force hit her backside, and she fell forward. Pushing herself up on her arms she turned to see Theo sneering at the beaten man. Reaching down for him, he was momentarily surprised when Milo smacked his hand away.


    "Fuck off, where''s Elaina?"


    He''s up thankfully.


    Thinking fast she growled at Milo, smacking him on the head.


    "Don''t touch my Fated!"


    Pulling herself up to her knees, Khalia positioned herself in front of Theo. Sitting on her legs she looked up at him with weeping eyes. The position made her squirm, its demeaning nature affecting her subconscious.


    "I''ve been banished from Cruel-Mane because of you. I have no loyalty to them, to anyone. I have nothing anymore...except for you. I found him in my home. P-please, accept him as my offer! ...She craves you. She''d do anything to keep you Sir."


    Desperate, needy, and earnest, the bile that wanted to spew was rightfully called for, but she shoved it down. Breaking character would be instant death. Theo gave her a hard stare, lip curling as a snarl escaped.


    "Oh really? That''s a rapid change from yesterday."


    His calculating eyes switched between her and Milo. Her eyes flickered to Beta Tomas who was enamored by something in the corner of the mansion.


    "Do something! He doesn''t believe you." Parasita hissed the words.


    At that moment Khalia felt her beast fear. Theo''s expression grew nasty as he hovered over Milo. Milo rolled onto his back, groaning he raised his hand and flipped Theo the bird. Theo''s eyes narrowed, and he reached for the man again.


    "W-wait!"


    Switching her position Khalia pulled her legs from under her. Leaning back on her ass and arms she spread her legs wide. Gasps echoed from behind her, but anxiety wouldn''t let her face them. Theo stopped and gazed down at the blood covered woman. Eyes lowering to her glistening cunt. His beast roared and a slow smile spread on his lips.


    "T-take me. Here, in front of your pack if you don''t believe me. I''m your hunt aren''t I? If I''m going to die, I''d rather die in bliss."


    To push her point, she went back to her knees and placed her hands behind her back. Rolling her tongue over her lips she let the saliva drip down her abdomen. Tears stung her eyes, and soon rolled down her face.


    "What? That''s your plan! That!" Parasita hollered, completely floored. Dee''s growl resounded as well, and she trembled.


    He said I look my best like this. I''m open to ideas!


    Theo paused for a long moment. Shifty eyes diluting as he thought. Reaching for his shirt, he pulled it over his head. Khalia twitched for the dagger when his face became blanketed under the cloth.


    Not yet.


    "Tomas.... take Halifax to the cellar. His surprise is waiting for him down there."


    "Of course, Alpha. It seems Cruel-Mane has arrived."


    Grabbing Milo by the shoulder, Tomas heaved him up and began dragging him to the door the children ran through earlier. For a stubby man, he was robust.


    Hearing Tomas''s words Khalia''s tongue shot back into her mouth.


    Not now, they can''t be here now!


    Her leg tensed as he stepped on her thigh. The force causing her to cry out. As she did, he clutched her chin. She brought her hands up to pry him off. He forced down harder on her thigh and she winced. Bring her hands down she touched the pavers.


    "Keep that tongue out. Don''t clam up now, I''ll wait for them to join us." Theo smirked, moaning as he stroked his dick. His pupils flickered and she watched his internal conflict.


    Bad. Bad, bad, bad!


    Her plan was falling apart. With Cruel-Mane there, the humiliation would destroy her. His claws dug into her cheeks, drawing blood. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she panted as he dick came closer. Air wasn''t reaching her lungs, and she dug her fingers into the stone, breaking nails off in the process. She closed her eyes, unwilling to witness what was about to take place.


    "Hello Alph...Khalia what the hell!"


    Fuck...Nyla.


    Opening her eyes they both turned to glimpse. Theo laughed then clasped his hands together. Standing not far was Gian and Nyla. Next to them a woman. Recognizing her hair, she remembered the woman to be Yvette. They took in the scene. Their faces, akin to witnessing a murder in progress.


    "You must be Cruel-Mane, please come while I take what belongs to me." His wicked grin grew as he reveled in her surprise. She knew she looked devastated, and he savored it. Taking his eyes off her he spotted Yvette, winking at her shaky form.


    "Have you come to your senses and returned home? I don''t mind adding to the harem."


    At that, she screamed, unable to keep up her fa?ade. When her hand encased the bony hilt, she whipped it out, cutting hair in the process. Lunging from the ground she thrusted the dagger upwards. Joy beamed in Parasita''s eyes witnessing the shock in his.


    Finally...he dies today.

 Goodbye, Khalia

    The end only comes when you want it.


    And how badly she fucking wanted it.


    Khalia pondered that while the blade cut into his flesh. Her momentum caused it to sink deeper, hitting the bone and causing her hand slip. His body shuddered then swayed as he staggered backwards. The peculiar sound of sizzling grew between them, spreading to the others in the vicinity.


    Theo did a double take between the dagger and her. Raising his arm, he pulled the weapon out, whimpering when it made a sickly squelch. The blood on the blade boiled, its crimson color blackening, while the viscosity became tar. The smell pricked her nose and Theo''s breathing became labored. Grinding his teeth, Khalia''s ears twitched at the noise.


    "...Lia Baby?"


    The skin around the wound charred and flaked away in pieces, the blood changing to match that on the dagger. Attempting to raise his arm he grimaced, it went down limply. That''s when he shifted. Immediately she observed his previous changes to be showboating. It made her despise him even more. Barely having finished a blink before he towered over her. Seeing that she wasn''t going to dodge in time, she covered her head.


    It did nothing to lessen the strike. His right leg connected with her cheek. Where she stood moments ago remained only blood splatter. She rag dolled into one of the bronze vases, shattering the ornate pottery before coming to a stop in the grassy field. The scream that left her was drowned out swiftly by Theo''s roar.


    Crawling to her knees she sat dazed. Sounds around her were muffled, hearing just the blood sloshing around in her ear. It poured steadily out the gash along the side of her skull. Running down the base of her neck and dripping on to her shoulder. Moving her tongue she crept it over her molars, flinching when she met two broken ones.


    Dull cracking noises resonated through her body, the bones binding themselves back together. Agonizingly she stood wobbling ever slightly. Theo stalked over to where the dagger lay, resembling a sowing needle in his hand as he scooped it up. Throwing his arm back he tossed at her.


    It stake the ground near her feet. She leaned to pick it up, taking her eyes off the monster.


    "You''re tricky. The hunter became the hunted. Unfortunately, you need practice."


    She tensed at his words. In human form, his body wriggled under the rays of the sun. Contouring and twisting, sprouting fur in various regions before the tuffs sunk back into the flesh.


    "A fight to the death? Is that what you want? I''ll give you one chance to make it up to me Lia Baby. Get on your knees my Fated."


    Khalia clenched her jaw and glowered as he spat those words.


    "You''re a rabid fucking dog. Diem should have put you down long ago. My friends, we didn''t deserve your cruelty. I''ll be damned if we die in vain."


    She spoke evenly, taking notice of his faltering smile. He stalked closer to her and she scrambled to stand.


    "Ah, someone''s been oversharing. She was a good bitch through the entire thing. I even bought her a dress after, that shallow ingrate still took her life."


    A spine-chilling howl rang over the garden. Everyone turned to the mansion, watching as the doors flew open. The women and children ran out. The men, petrified on the porch, soon sprinted behind their families and packmates, who beelined for Gian. Honey blonde hair bobbed in the crowd.


    Caleesi.


    Her and Milo limped along, a woman being supported between them. Far more bruises covered his frame, but he kept pace with the others. The shotgun, now bent, he held tightly in his left hand. The woman''s torso was wrapped with Milo''s bloody shirt. Her head drooped into his shoulder.


    Theo rumbled, taking a step, then halting when Nyla and Gian flounced to the forefront. They stood stoically while the pack members ran behind them. Their eyes, a fiery amber, lit with disdain while their skin squirmed. Scoffing, he leered at the group before fixing back on her.


    "Think you''ve won? Because you found a pack to hide behind? Least not forget, my lousy fucking Beta! Where is the exiled shit! Did you let him taste?"


    Parting her lips she growled. About to speak a roar cut her off. It''s ferocity made her shiver and her eyes flicked to a balcony. Theo followed her gaze, his eyes narrowing while he rapidly shifted. Just in time for Diem to pounce on him. A child''s scream filled the area and Khalia shielded her face from flying debris.


    Air licked her skin as their thunderous blows collided. Gian screaming for the others to get back made her look at the chaos. Clumps of fur and flesh created art on the ground as they swapped fist for claws. The center of Theos muzzle was split wide, and blood oozed over his fangs. On Diems left ear, the tip was missing, and large gashes littered his left arm.


    Theo beat him in size and strength, towering a foot taller, he kicked Diem. The crack of his ribs made her flinch, and he skirted across the yard, pulling up the ground with him.


    "Diem!" Her voice riddled with surprise, and she ran in his direction.


    Like in the mountains, her effort was wasted. She didn''t see Diem pull himself out the rubble, nor run past her. Only feeling a slight breeze to her cheek and lingering fur that drifted in a trail. A yelp made her swivel her head. Diem snarled as he ripped out the tendons behind Theo''s knee before hastily repeating the process on the other.


    Staggering, Theo had no time to react to the kick Diem sent to his backside. His spine popped as he tumbled 8ft away. Roaring, he attempted to stand, his body turning back human. Her mind drifted to a childhood memory of her and the neighbor''s dog locked in battle. One of them didn''t make it.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    "Shift."


    Khalia''s eyes met Diems. His eyes looked wild, but she saw something else. A surge of excitement boiled in her heart and spread to her limbs. It tingled at her fingertips, and she watched her nails transform.


    "Get your revenge Lia, shift!"


    *~*~*


    Pulling himself up, Theo had no time to react when a severe pain went across his back. Staggering he turned, backing up against the fountain. Leaning onto it, he looked distastefully at the two Lycans.


    On the smaller side, her rich sable fur pulled the colorful environment around her. Silver and white hairs dotted her muzzle, and blind hatred obscured her eyes. Fur wouldn''t grow over her cheeks, leaving his branding on display. Claws dripped with the blood and sinew from his back. He grinned.


    "The Yin to my Yang."


    The two didn''t acknowledge his chatter. Instead, Diem came again. Gritting his fangs, he leapt away in time as Diem devastated the fountain. Rolling onto his knees he winced, his shoulder sizzling softly. Looking down, the gaping hole appeared to breath. Flesh slopped off his shoulder blade, landing heavily in the grass as the infection spread. His ear twitched, and soon synchronized footsteps pulled his head upward.


    They circled.


    Never deviating their pace yet inching closer bit by excruciating bit. Khalia to down on fours while Diem stayed bipedal.


    "...We''d make a good pack. It''s not too late, I don''t mind sharing Diem."


    Again, they ignored them. Theo shifted once more, slower this time, growling at the two whenever they came too close. The chuffing from the Diem made him lash out, only to miss by inches, giving Parasita an opening for his vitals. Leaping, she sunk her canines into his foot, pulling away when he swatted at her face.


    *~*~*


    Parasita shook the fur matted meat from her maw, delight rushed through her at sight of the mangled appendage. Quick glances at Diem and she saw the same tenacious hunger. It bled off him, seeping into her bones and igniting a sensation unknown to her.


    Was this how he felt during training?


    Another opening made by Diem. She ran, attacking his knee and ripping the cap off. Theo howled, his leg giving way to the explosive pain. Neither gave him time to nurse the discomfort. She lunged for his torso, only to fake him out and allow Diem to sink his canines into Theo''s contorted abdomen. More howls as the deadly waltz continued.


    Piece by piece they baited, ravaging the beast of their nightmares. Khalia stayed silent watching Parasita and Diem, their perverse animalistic pleasure. She realized why Theo took such pleasure in the suffering he caused. Being the hunter is far more tantalizing.


    Diem caught Theo''s elbow between his jaw, the final injury of savagery. Clamping down, he jerked his head and twisted, ripping off his last able appendage. Theo fell on his gaping knees while his body gradually shifted back to that of a human. Flinging the arm a good distance, Diem reverted as well.


    "Bet-Beta Diem. Glad to see brutality hasn''t escaped you. Like your father, opportunistic and vile." Theo coughed out bitterness and blood as he sneered.


    Diem bit his cheek glowering. Stepping back, he glanced at the panting Parasita.


    "It''s all yours."


    Her tail whipped wildly. Standing, Theo weakly watched her change back into the woman of before. His blood coated her like paint on canvas. She growled at the admiration in his gaze.


    "My h-hunt. Do you hope to regain your humanity?"


    Khalia said nothing, walking and picking up the dagger she had set down. It was only then that a new scent seized her. It was heavy and tart. Secreting a savory saltiness that coated her taste buds, mimicking her favorite foods. Inebriation at its finest, her pupils dilated from the smell...and it was coming off Theo.


    Fear. Sweet and succulent fear.


    "It''s over."


    She took a step when he started chuckling. Just like at the campgrounds, rich and lively.


    "Diem! You want to know what your sister cried out as I raped her! She screamed for you over and over. Diem, Diem, Diem, please stop! Please help me, Dad! Why are you doing this! Know what I told her..."


    Khalia gasped, hesitating in step as she looked at her Beta.


    "I said who am I to deny your fathers gift?"


    She didn''t see.


    She didn''t see in time.


    "Diem stop!" Gian screamed before shifting.


    Khalia felt force on her chest as she was shoved back and she hit the ground. The dagger flew from her grasp, and she cradled her head. Fumbling to a stand she cried out seeing Gian hold Diem. Birthed from darkness itself, his fur made hers look dull. His arms were wrapped tightly around Diems. The latter snarled, his eyes a color she''s never seen. He pulled against Gian, causing them both to till the ground. All while, Theo panted heavily, a mocking smile on his marred face.


    "He''s going to kill Gian and Theo if we don''t do something!" Parasita hollered.


    "Diem!" Caleesi''s voice carried over the noise.


    Before Nyla could grab her, she sprinted towards her brother. Cursing under her breath, Khalia looked to the ground, eyes scanning for the dagger.


    "W-was it something I said?" Theo let out a garbled chuckle.


    Glaring at him she noticed the pale hue of his body. His breathing came with long pauses.


    What happens if he dies before I kill him?


    "Let''s not wait to find out.... there!"


    A tingle ran up her spine when she saw the bone hilt feet away. Howls rocked the air, and she turned in time to see Gian and Caleesi wrestle down a mad Diem. Gritting her teeth she broke into a sprint for the dagger. She didn''t stop when she scooped it from the ground. Instead, running faster towards her target.


    She was oblivious to the tears that ran down her cheeks. This was it. This chapter is over. Ending his life will usher a new beginning.


    A new human beginning.


    Reaching his decrepit form, she raised the dagger above her head. However, quick footsteps filled her right ear, and a blurred figure smashed into her side. Her lips parted while the air flew from her lungs. The dagger clattered onto the pavers as she hit the ground again.


    "Khalia? No! Don''t! Yvette!"


    Groaning, she caught a few of the words from Nyla.


    Yvette? That''s-


    Jerking her head, she saw the final moments, his final moments.


    "...N-No."


    In front of Theo, Yvette lowered herself, snatching up the dagger. Khalia jumped up, scrambling to close the 10ft gap.


    "No!"


    "For you, Micheal!" Sobbing, she raised the dagger and plunged it swiftly into Theo''s heart.


    Khalia stopped and clutched her chest. A pain worse than what she''s experienced the past few weeks exploded in her body. Her eyes widened, and she heard a scream mix with Yvette''s. Was it her? She couldn''t tell. The only thing she could tell was that Theo''s body fell limp, and he crashed on his side.


    Swiftly, Nyla wrapped her arms around Yvette, dragging her flailing body as she broke down in sobs. The commotion from the others ceased, and she felt Diem probe her mind.


    "Khalia I''m-"


    Jumping up, she ran over to Theo, hastily rolling him on his back. Shallow breaths escaped his lips, and eyes became dull. When they landed on her, she saw a quiver of a grin.... that shit eating grin. Shakily he rose a hand, bringing it to her cheek. She flinched at his touch but didn''t pull away.


    "L-Lia Baby, forever my creation. Mine."


    Like a candle, the light left his eyes. His hand slid off her cheek and slapped the ground.


    "...No. No! No! No!"


    Gripping the hilt, she yanked the blade from his chest cavity. Ignoring the blood splatter that sprayed her face she brought the dagger down again. She gouged his eyes, chipped his teeth, and cut his throat. Over and over the blade pierced him...yet nothing happened. He was dead alright, but not by her hands. The chaotic realization caused something to snap.


    Coldness filled her body, and her vision blackened. Her body writhed and bones began to crack. A roar leapt from her lungs, and she set her eyes on Yvette before madness consumed her.

 Now What?

    "Nyla! Baby are you okay!"


    "I''m okay! Yvette-damn it! I''ll take the group back to Cruel-Mane! Don''t you dare die Gian!"


    "Never love."


    "Khalia! Khalia, snap out of it!"


    "Man, talk to your girl after you knock her ass out!"


    "Alpha, duck!"


    "I see her! Fuck, she''s fast!"


    "Oh ho! What have we stumbled upon here ladies?"


    *~*~*


    What?


    Opening her eyes, Khalia stared dejectedly into the night sky. Humming buzzed around her and soft chatter was heard. The smell of smoke tickled her nose and soon a soft yellow glow swept over her eyes. It flickered, pulling her attention back to earth, back to those around her.


    "Lia, you good? You zoned out for a bit?"


    Furrowing her brows, she inhaled sharply at the warm hand that touched her thigh. Their thumb drew small circles on her legs and continued while they continued their chatter with the man next across from them. Her vision had to be deceiving her.


    "Jay? Marcus?"


    They stopped talking and turned to her in unison. Jay arched a brow and Marcus gave her a soft smile.


    "Yea?"


    Where''s Diem? The others...Parasita?


    She got no response from her counterpart. Her mind feeling oddly empty. A weight eased off her shoulders, and she studied those that surrounded her. A look of wonder and shock seized her features. The fire they sat around crackled loudly causing Alexa to jump. She leaned into her, breaking in a fit of giggles. Tentatively, she reached out and ran her fingers through the long black strands that dangled across her shoulder. Alexa flinched before nudging her.


    "Ow! Whatever you''re into I''m not so stop."


    Normally she''d goad her on until she''s frothing at the mouth. This time, she couldn''t contain the excitement, wrapping her arms around her and squeezing.


    "Awe, Lia baby, did you miss me? Don''t worry we have all the time here."


    "Here?"


    She looked around at where exactly here was. They were back in the clearing, situated around a campfire. The cabins looked just as she remembered, except the Tahoe was now a Suburban. Unease prickled her skin, and she shifted on the log under her. The lights were on, and someone was moving around inside.


    "Is-is Theo in there?"


    "Who?" Trinity arched a brow at her, taking a sip from her solo cup.


    Khalia''s stomach dropped and she rose quickly off the bench.


    "Parasita! Para can you hear me? What''s going on?"


    Still nothing. A squeak from one of the screen doors caught her attention. As the door began to open, she leaned down and grabbed a large rock from the edge of the firepit.


    "Whoa sis! What are you doing?"


    Ignoring Jay, she winced at the burn that encased her palm but sprinted up to Theo''s cabin. There was no deplorable odor as she graced the porch, only charred wood and a hint of wetness. Raising the rock, she waited as the person came into view. When her eyes fell on the dark brown hair and golden eyes, she flinched violently. Dropping the rock to the wayside.


    "How did you get here? Diem, what''s going on."


    She stared at his as he came to stand on the porch. The bags under his eyes aged him and she couldn''t keep her eyes of the new injuries that decorated his arms. Near his neck she squinted at the fresh scar that disappeared under his shirt. Diem looked past her, scanning the others as they began to walk over to her.


    "You need to come with me."


    "Why? Look, they''re all here. They''re alive."


    A small smile graced her face. Everyone was here, and the content that spread through her at this revelation began to warm her. Diem''s jaw clenched.


    "Khalia who is that?"


    Marcus spoke, giving Diem a once over before coming up behind her. His arm snaked her waist, causing a gasp to slip. Immediately a growl filled the area.


    "This isn''t real Khalia. Come with me. We have to go now! The coven-"


    "The coven? Bro you good? How do you know my sister?"


    "Jay stop. He''s...he''s-"


    Fumbling over the words, she inhaled sharply when Marcus pulled her back. Looking over her shoulder he had a sharp pointed gaze on Diem. Who happily returned it. Diem''s jaw clenched again, and she watched his eyes flick between her and Marcus. Sighing, he looked at the ground, before returning his gaze to hers.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    "I''m sorry Khalia. I''m sorry I failed you both."


    Before she could question his odd phrase, he snatched her hand, yanking her forward. Jerked from Marcus grasp, her eyes widened when something smooth and cool wrapped around her wrist. As soon as it touched her flesh, it stung. A red light emitted from the golden bracelet. Wind billowed under their feet and Diem wrapped his arms around her securely.


    "Mavi! I found her!"


    Mavi?


    "Wait!"


    Grabbing his arms she tried to pry them from her waist. Looking up she saw dread spread on her friends faces. Jay sprinted back to his cabin.


    "Lia!"


    Running forward Marcus reached out for her. Their fingertips brushed but that was all as Diem raised his foot, landing it square in Marcus''s chest.


    "Diem! Diem what the fuck! Let me go!"


    Clawing at his arms she switched to hitting his chest.


    "Look!"


    Letting her go he placed his hands on her head, forcing her to look back at the group. Marcus teetered on the first step, before falling backwards. He tried to catch himself by flailing his arms. Reaching out Khalia missed him by inches. Cursing, he hit the ground, and that''s when her brain imploded. As his body hit the ground, it burst. Literally. Her eyes widened, trying to process the phenomenon. His body burst into tiny speckles of light. The orbs whipped around in the air, spinning upon themselves like a murmuration. Their aerial display elegant and bright. Soon, they swirled in a tight circle. That grew tighter and tighter until it looked strangely human. With one more sharp burst of light, she shielded her eyes, and there he stood once more, Marcus.


    "W-what what?"


    A click to her right made them all swivel their heads as Jay pointed his pistol at Diems skull. Growling he grabbed Khalia again, before falling back into the cabin. A shot rang out, and she could feel the air of the bullet whip by her face. Waiting to connect with the ground, she panicked when it never came. Diems'' arms stayed securely around her. She could see the cabin door above, see her brother look down into the darkness that they fell.


    "Jay...Jay!"


    A startling knock echoed in the cerebral abyss around them, seemingly flipping a switch. Soon she found herself in a dimly lit room with Diem nowhere to be found. Around her the room bore a boring beige, sprinkled with little furniture. A small square glass table with a chair tucked in the corner under a large window. Another chair was seated close to her bed. A black gym bag rests on top the table, clothes spilling out of it. She recognized the sky-blue tank top peeking out. Three bookcases took up the remaining walls.


    Peering at the books she logged the strange titles, and their damaged bindings. Some were made of leather, and some looked unusually like scales. One had an eye etched into the binding and she swore it was blinking at her. Fidgeting on the plush mattress she squinted at the IV pole that stood bedside and the strange iridescent blue liquid it held. The bag resembled a slow beating heart, making it more unsettling that it was flowing into her bloodstream.


    Another rapid succession of knocks. Then the door flew open clattering against one of the bookcases. Khalia didn''t know who to expect, but it sure wasn''t Mavi. Strutting inside the click of her heels danced off the walls. Her face was glowing, and hints of apricot wafted off her and her water wave styled hair. Smiling, Khalia tried not to swoon.


    "Ah! You''re awake! It worked! That makes my prediction the closest. Pay up dog."


    Face dotted with confusion she watched Mavi beckon to someone in the hall. A deep rumble replied, one that made Khalia straighten up. Walking into the room Diem slapped a few crumpled-up bills into Mavi''s hand, grumbling about witches and greed.


    "You didn''t have to take the bet, freewill in all. Don''t be upset my streak is better. Now you dear. Did you rest up well? Have any dreams involving me? Do tell."


    She smiled coyly at Khalia, who returned it bashfully.


    "Thank you Mavi. I''m feeling okay, I can''t say I recall my dreams at the moment."


    "Ah good answer. Wouldn''t want to upset the only man here. "


    *~*~*


    Diem''s gaze narrowed before it softened once finding Khalia. The knot that had tangled in his chest loosened. Muddled thoughts grew concise as he watched her chat with the witch. For days he paced the room waiting, hoping. He was sure she had questions, as did he.


    Shuffling over to the opposite side, he sat down in the metal chair that he placed there the first day. The two quietly mused while they stared each other over. His disheveled hair and wrapped ear, her bandaged cheeks and grateful expression. When he leaned closer, her eyes drifted to his chest, and she gasped. Finally seeing her handiwork.


    "What- what happened?"


    Rubbing her throat, Khalia frowned at the brittleness. He gave Mavi a quick glance.


    "Fill her in Diem, I''ll wait in the hall."


    Nodding, when the door shut he turned his attention back to her. She wasn''t looking at him, instead she had noticed the golden charm bracelet on her wrist. Marquise diamonds wove into the gold band in a cross-hatch pattern. A single charm, an emerald with red inscriptions engraved, dangled freely. Its beauty left her breathless.


    "Who''s is this? I don''t think I can afford this."


    He smiled but it never reached his eyes. He didn''t ogle the band either like she, looking upset rather than marveled.


    "It''s a sigil."


    "A sigil?"


    Her face bleed confusion and he stopped smiling. For once, he avoided her gaze. Extending a hand, he glided his fingertips across the bracelet.


    "After Yvette killed Theo...you killed Yvette. A Feral was born that day. It took a while for Gian and I to subdue you. Luckily or suspiciously, Mavi and her coven where near the area."


    Diem ignored the sharp inhale she took, still glued to the bracelet. Picking up the emerald, he stared deeply at the red inscription. It hummed in his hand.


    "Ferals can''t be reasoned with. They don''t accept bargains, and they don''t care for those around them. Eat, sleep, survive. Nothing else matters."


    Suddenly she yanked her hand from his and rubbed the center of her chest. Tears fell from her eyes, and she looked dejectedly miserable. Quickly he pulled back, a more stern look settling over his face.


    "I apologize, you weren''t supposed to feel that. It was quick, her death. She didn''t suffer...she didn''t even fight back. If that makes it any better. She just stood there. Mavi, and her coven helped us subdue you. We brought you here to the Cruel-Mane clinic. They enchanted the room so you wouldn''t cause harm. You and that shifter, Elaina, have been unconscious for four days. She''s next door with Rescue Ranger."


    *~*~*


    Quiet, Khalia rifled through what he just told her. She swallowed the jagged rocks of sadness and wiped at the tears as they fell.


    She killed someone.


    Not just anyone. A fellow victim of that wretched demon. Diem pursed his lips.


    "The first kill is always the worst. More so when you had no intention or recollection. Yvette...was hurting deeply...don''t drown in that guilt."


    "...What happened back there? I was with, I was with my friends and Jay. Then...you.."


    Diem looked away, rubbing the back of his head, he sighed.


    "What Caleesi doesn''t know; she can''t tell you. Ferals can come back to their senses but with bindings."


    "Bindings?"


    "Yes. With the covens help, we figured out a spell that would help. Every spell requires balance. You can conjure yourself a million dollars, but where that money comes from will structure the balance. Say a life insurance policy, or a settlement. To take, you must give. To give, one must take."


    "Can you just spit it out please?"


    "I gave you pieces of my soul."

 Quest Continues

    "Your soul?"


    Khalia furrowed her brows, her heart skipped as his face grew slightly grim.


    "Whats that-"


    "I knew you were awake!"


    Khalia was mindful of the southern lilt in the speaker. Poking her head through the opening door, Caleesi grinned. Khalia felt the broad smile that took her over her face and she spread her arms for the teen. Barreling in Caleesi nudged Diem out the way, ignoring his grunts and curses.


    "I''m so sorry, I should have went with you."


    Khalia spoke into her shoulder, body slightly shaking as she tightened her grip. Caleesi chuckled, though Khalia felt her tears with each tremor. Glancing at Diem, he brought a finger to his lips.


    "We''ll talk later."


    "No, I''m sorry, I should''ve never left Cruel-Mane or trusted that rat. Alpha Gian should have let me finish! And that Theo! That man was a fucking monster. I''m glad he''s dead!"


    They held each other for a moment longer until a loud jingle caught her attention. The brown and black blob wagged its tail erratically entering the room, this time with an annoyed looking Mavi.


    "Diesel! My boy! Omg, it''s been ages, I''m sorry Parasita tried to kill you! It feels like forever since I saw you. Such a good boy!"


    Moving out the way Caleesi ushered Diesel to the bed, and he hopped up without resistance. Tongue ready to go as he licked Khalia''s hands and arms, excitement bubbling into whines and yips.


    "He said you''re forgiven."


    Diem chimed. Khalia raised her brow then pouted, ruffling Diesel''s floppy ears.


    "You''re going to have to teach me that."


    There''s a lot of things I''d happily teach you." He whispered it softly, a raunchy smile growing.


    "Ew, stop you sadist. She''s injured and just became Fated less. You''re like a dog in heat."


    Helping Diesel off the bed Caleesi frowned at Diem''s unashamed expression. Mavi chuckled lowly and stepped to her bedside.


    "While I would love to stay and direct those teachings I must tend to a brewing issue back in my coven. Now..."


    Bringing her hand over the bracelet, Mavi flicked her wrist, and a lavender hue enclosed around the jewelry, causing it to hover in the air. Wonder sparkled in Khalia''s eyes as she caught whiffs of licorice within the magic.


    "This is a temporary fix. This was the best we could do with little time. This is a sigil. It''s what''s keeping you and your beast sane. No sigil no sanity. Do not take this off. Ever. I don''t care if you wipe your ass with this hand. Never take this off. Are we clear?"


    Mutely, she nodded.


    "Good! You''re such an attentive listener. I bet you follow directions even better."


    Mavi clasped her hands around Khalia''s floating one, a suggestive grin on her face. Immediately heat traveled to her groin and provocative images of them flashed across her mind. Gasping, Khalia slowly slid her hand from Mavi. Touching her neck she checked a black studded collar.


    "Oh! Look at that? The scars on your cheek grew darker. Are you blushing? Maybe that was too much for our first time. We''ll keep it vanilla."


    "Mavi! Focus!"


    Diem moaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.


    "Yea Mavi, Diem already called dibs. They have a date."


    Caleesi spoke the last word with air quotes walking towards the door. It was then Khalia saw raw cuts and purple bruises that mapped over her knuckles.


    "Hurry up guys, that piece of shit is getting dethroned and we''re missing it!"


    Whistling, Diesels perk up and he trotted after the girl. Smiling, a sliver of her heart broke at the betrayal.


    " Any who, I added extra links in case you need to build a stronger sigil. Surely, you''ll meet a few who dabble in arcane magic. That is, I''m assuming your still on the quest for your humanity?"


    It was a question that needed no hesitancy.


    "It''s all I want. I''d do anything to get it back."


    "Ah. Be careful who you whisper such confessions around. It''s a lot different out there. Many love an easy reward. Unfortunately, my current skillset isn''t at that level. But-"


    Rubbing her hands together they watched a white card appear from her palm. Gold lettering began writing itself upon the card. A jolt of energy started buzzing through Khalia''s body. Is this what kids felt when magicians pulled coins from behind unexpected ears?


    "This is the address for my cousin, Beatrice. She''s like me, minus the fun but triple the sex. Years ago, she met a sorcerer who specializes in this field. With any luck if she isn''t too busy, you''ll be back normal in no time! Alright, I seriously must be off. Take care! Diem make sure nothing happens to my princess!"You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    Khalia winced at the booming growl that left him. Mavi laughed, high in spirits.


    "Lycans. Predictable and possessive."


    "Don''t you have men''s souls to go fuck and steal?"


    "Why Diem! I don''t steal, I lure. What happens after...we''ll call an act of fate. Goodbye my friends! The next favor will be double the fee!"


    Waving, Mavi left out the door taking the exuberant energy with her, leaving the room empty. Sighing, Khalia faced Diem. A rosy, red color covered his face, and he pulled at his pants to loosen them. It was Khalia''s turn to give a lewd grin.


    "Oh? What''s the matter? Was that too much for you? I found the pink ball gag to be cute. It matched the cuffs she added."


    Khalia teased, laughing as the hue became beat red. Gripping the bed sheet she threw it off her. Slowly she removed the IV out of her vein, letting it dangle. Diem suddenly ran to her bed, picking up the needle and wrapping it gingerly around the pole.


    "Trolls blood. The starfish of the supernal realm. Can''t waste this."


    "Trolls blood? Aht, whatever I''m not even going to ask."


    He watched her shudder as the cool air kissed her warm body. Hair stood on end and her nipples became erect. Moaning, he turned his back to her and readjusted his pants. Sweats would have been better.


    "Please don''t be weird, you''ve seen me naked. Even gave me a piggyback ride remember?"


    Getting up, she crossed over to where the bag rested. Rummaging through she chewed on her bottom lip, quirking a brow at the clothing choices. Nothing matched. She held up black skirt, glaring as she found no pants, or shorts.


    Well, I know who packed my bag.


    "Who could forget? You left a snail trail on my back. I thought about licking it off but it was hard to reach."


    Fumbling the clothes Khalia scowled, feeling the heat once more.


    "I swear you irk the shit outta me."


    "That''s a problem because I''d rather fuck the-"


    Diem never finished his vulgarity as Khalia covered his mouth with her hand.


    "Dethronement Ceremony. Milo and Elaina. Focus. I''ll be out in a sec."


    Pushing back, she forced him out the door, just as he licked her palm. Scoffing, she smiled softly.


    "...Thank you, Diem."


    *~*~*


    If someone were to ask Milo what day it was, he''d tell them Elaina. Same if they were to ask the time...it''ll always be Elaina. His eyes never wavered from her weary face nor the white patch over her eye. The quiver of her chapped lips, the wrinkle of her nose, the unyielding strain that pooled off her. If there were nightmares, he couldn''t blame her.


    Seeing her in that cellar, nude and badly beaten replayed uninterrupted in his head. An infection in his heart. One he likened to shame. Reaching out for her hand he encased it in his own, massaging circles on the back.


    "Elaina..."


    Her name hung forbidden in the air. Since waking from his own deep slumber he made a habit of checking in on the women. Khalia more sparingly as her visitor count rose at unexpected times and her guard dog was exceptionally clingy. The moment they gave him the all clear, he lollygagged to where he''s been ever since: Elaina''s bedside.


    A deep sigh rattled the phlegm in his lungs, and he coughed into his shoulder. The noise made her move an arm but nothing else to delude the state of her consciousness.


    "I''m sorry Elaina. If I had...hadn''t been...things should have turned out differently. You shouldn''t be here, like this. You''re to passionate to be bedridden...too essential to be stuck here."


    Thinking back on their many meetings Milo pulled his trusty friends from his pocket. The box stained with blood, he flicked the lid open and close. A shaky breath escaped, and a sinking feeling weighed down his stomach. The urge to shed tears came and went. His mind not yet aware of the reason but his heart-


    Rising, the chair squeaked as he pushed it back. Next to her hand he placed the cigs down. Hovering, Milo wished for a photographic memory. Instead, he settled to remember the curvature of her brows, the subtle beauty mark on her neck, and the lovely face that annoyed him for weeks.


    Leaning down he dithered then pressed his lips tenderly to her forehead. Pulling away he watched the tension leave her, a slight saltiness on his lips.


    "Take care, Elaina."


    Ignoring the sting in his eyes Milo abruptly went for the door. Throwing it open he recoiled, coming face to face with Khalia and Diem. They stumbled over each other as they backed away. Sheepishly they word-vomited apologies and excuses. Sighing he waved them off, walking with them down the empty hall.


    *~*~*


    Cruel-Mane was a ghost town when they exited the clinic. Shop signs read ''Closed'' and windows were shuddered by blinds. A dim hum tickled Khalia''s ear. Gradually rising into unknown whispers that reached their crescendo in front the Main House. There, the town was alive.


    Residents shoulder to shoulder in the road, some, on top shoulders, while filling every balcony. Teens and young adults occupied the rooftops with their friends. A look of uncertain swath on their faces. Each and all looked on towards the gated entrance into Cruel-Mane.


    "In review, because of your brazen transgressions, treason against Cruel-Mane, and making my Fated and I look like damn fools..."


    Standing on tip toe, Khalia tried to get a better look, frowning as Gian''s frame disappeared in the masses. Jumping, she quickly stopped, as the skirt she wore billowed up with the draft. Glancing around for an opening she stopped when the strong scent of peppermint and pine washed over her.


    Warm hands gripped her hips and something round pressed firmly at the back of her thighs. Khalia watched the ground move further away as she rose in the air before being plopped down on a set of broad shoulders. She recognized the head of hair instant, resting her hands atop the pillow soft mess. Scanning the heads, she recognized a group that stood close together.


    Their skin looked aglow and the clothing that adorn their bodies, brought out their unique personalities. The kids laughed as they chased each other, running through their parents legs. Next to them, a familiar stout man stood slightly obscured under a business awning. She tensed when she found his eyes already on her. He looked on indifferently, before raising his hand and mouthing something with a smile. Hesitantly, she raised her own and gave Tomas a nod.


    Nyla and Gian stood at the crossroads facing the way out of Cruel-Mane. A feeble and gaunt Chase, hunched over, wobbled in front of them. The purple robes were gone, replaced with blood-stained shirt and shorts. Squinting she could make out red patches and gashed where his skin was exposed.


    "Beta Chase, you are hereby stripped of your duties at Beta. You are banished from Cruel-Mane and will be executed if spotted in territory. May the Fates provide you mercy on your new journey. You have a minute to leave our sight."


    A collection of gasp and murmurs rang out. Faint clapping echoed around but nothing compared to the hoots and howls coming from the daycare rooftop. Many in the crowd, Khalia included, watched Caleesi jump up and down. Her smile, broad and cocky while she waved her middle fingers in Chases direction.


    "WOOHOOO! Fuck you! You dirty stick bug! Don''t come back! I hope I see you first if you do!"


    An older woman, Khalia assumed to be Mama Edith, yanked her arm to pull her down but Caleesi shook her off, too caught up in the moment. Grinning, Khalia laughed. Bring her hands up she hesitated to join in. A firm squeeze to her thighs found her staring down at Diem.


    "Remember, celebrate the small victories. Just like I''m celebrating your ass on my shoulders."


    His statement left her perplexed and she rolled her eyes at the latter.


    "You and your audacity."


    Sticking her pinkies in her mouth she whistled, loud and passionate, before chucking up her middle fingers. Diem howled, the haunting sound sparking a domino effect as the crowd followed suit. Scratching his head, Milo wrinkled his brows at them, before walking through the crowd.


    "Where the hell''s my truck?"

 Runaway Bride

    [3 WEEKS LATER]


    Welcome back. I already reviewed our closed cases. Just need you to sign off. New case is on desk. Take it easy. - Scott


    Elaina squinted at the yellow Post-it note on the office door. Scotch taped haphazardly layered over the four corners, an extra measure from her partner. She would have chuckled if she had the energy. Pulling keys from her pocket she searched for the office key. Shoving it in the lock, she winced slightly as her arm turned with the knob. The scar seemed to wriggle with life of its own. Its gruesome sight, a glaring reminder of a futile rescue. Sighing, she stepped inside. Not much changed except three bouquets of flowers and various ''Get Well'' cards neatly piled on her desk.


    The fib she told Scott may have been a bit grand, but it made sense with the injuries. Her stolen eye, mangled arm, and disfigured chest: all injuries pertaining to a horrific single vehicle accident that led to ejection and an intensive hospital stay. He didn''t believe her at first when she dialed him up. Not until she sent a picture of the pale pink socket.


    Walking to her chair she slowly lowered herself into it. It all felt strange, foreign to her senses. She wasn''t a prisoner long, but those frightening days lasted an eternity. Days of wondering if each night would be her last. Days of insurmountable pain with the devil.


    Absentmindedly Elaina massaged the bumpy scar under her breast. A habit she spotted herself doing when she thought of that wretched soul. Jumping back up, she hurried to the window and threw it open. The air smelled of a brewing storm, and she inhaled, rolling her shoulders.


    BUZZZZZ


    Looking back, she went to sit back down just as her phone went dim. Khalia''s name popped up across the screen:


    Hey! we''re down at the police station getting the rest of Jay''s things. Gonna head to the funeral home after. Want to grab a bite before we head out later?


    Tapping her tongue against her teeth, Elaina then sucked on them before typing back "Ok. Send the location". A softness touched her eyes as she thought of the ladies back in Cruel-Mane. Caleesi was there first when she awoke. The girl was sleeping by the bedside, snoring peacefully against her bandaged arm. Strangely an unfamiliar feeling welled up inside her. The poor girl was jolted awake with her howls and wails. A pitiful state that calmed once she spotted the beaten-up pack of cigs that rested on the nightstand.


    "Childish emotions. Get it fucking together Elaina."


    Snatching up the bouquets she tossed them on McDermotts desk for now. Hell, his birthday was coming up, she''ll repurpose them.


    "I liked him."


    Elaina remained silent about her counterpart''s remark. After a long pause she sighed.


    "I liked him too Ellie, but liking isn''t enough."


    "Not enough, really? So, we''re going to keep carrying around a pack of cancer sticks, mind you we don''t smoke, like a lovesick pup? I don''t know about you, might as well tattoo pathetic across our forehead."


    Growling, she gave her head a good shake before grabbing the manila folder underneath the cards. She scanned the first page, surprise etching a line between her brows.


    "Trinity Cadman? Missing....victim of Cape...what the hell Scott?"


    Scanning the paper Elaina went over each statement before snatching up her phone and scrolling through her contacts. It rang once then a muffled "What''s wrong! What happened?" cracked through the speaker. Chuckling she went back to scanning Trinity''s case file.


    "Everything is fine McDermott."


    "Are you sure? I can turn around! Might take a couple days to reach land!"


    Crashing waves echoed behind his screaming. She never took him for the extreme fishing type, but he amazed her with his five-day fishing cruise through Alaska. Didn''t sound fun in the slightest but the smile never left his face.


    "No! Enjoy your trip. I just had a question about this Trinity Cadman file."


    "Trinity?"


    "She was one of the victims at the Cape. In the report she''s listed as missing and now her file is in the new case. That''s a mistake, right?"


    "Oh her, yes that''s accurate! No mistake! Her body hadn''t been recovered!"


    "Wasn''t recovered? As in found or...was it in pieces? Why wasn''t I informed?"


    "You were at the hospital with the living victim at the time! By then they had taken us off and closed the Cape cases. Her case has been moved to missing persons till we either locate a body or bring her in for questioning!"


    "Question her as a victim or suspect?"


    "That would be up to Trinity don''t you think!"


    "...Shit. Shit! Thanks! Talk to you later!"


    She caught the beginning of a goodbye as she hung up on him. Rising, her chair clanged to the floor as she gathered up her things, striding to the door. Throwing it open she shrieked, scaring Milo as he recoiled from the door.


    "M-Milo!"


    Sheepishly, Milo opened his mouth then closed it just as quickly. The dark circles under his eyes were gone, and his ranger tan had returned. He stood in uniform, nervously adjusting his hat. A sharp pang went through her heart as Ellie whined with glee. If time wasn''t of essence, she would have set up a chair with the buttery-est of popcorn. Attacking it greedily while she mused at his justifications and apologies. Unfortunately...


    "I don''t have time for this! She should still be at the funeral home! Let''s go! Your truck!"


    *~*~*


    While the fog crept readily through the buildings and streets of the costal town, pitter patter of rain began to kiss their surfaces. People walking the sidewalks moved with more purpose while they rushed to their destinations. A gray film settled in, casting its shadow over the parking lot Khalia occupied. She looked briefly at the darkening clouds, twitching when droplets made it through the cracked window and onto her face. Building up rhythm the rain played heavily against the truck''s windshield.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    They chose to park in the center of the empty lot. Hoping to draw the immediate attention of the funeral homeowner. She''d never heard of a one that wasn''t 24/7, so it surprised her seeing the old sign that said, ''Schindler''s Funeral Home: M-SUN 8-5''. Last she checked; death had no time constraints. With an hour to kill, they retreated to the truck.


    Diem''s knee twitched and hit the dash, causing her to look away from the dull sky. The passenger seat extended way back to accommodate his resting frame. His arms crossed leisurely over his chest, rising and falling with his deep breaths as he snored faintly, his black jacket, bunched up over his face, shielded him from the light. His contented posture made a smile tug at her lips, but the crinkle of the clear plastic bag smacked it down.


    Bold red letters, the word ''EVIDENCE'' was taped across it. Underneath, Jay''s name and case number scribbled in permanent marker. The diminished smell of new plastic and grease came off it. Hesitantly she turned the bag over, inspecting each item.


    It took under ten minutes to gather Jay''s belongings from the police department. Apparently, it was ready for her to pick up a day after her flight home. Shamefully pondered if she would have bothered, even without turning into a Lycan. Jay''s suitcase of clothing was bundled up with the rest of the luggage under the tonneau cover. This was the last stop before they headed to Bathale. A tiny midwest town in bumfuck nowhere as Gian put it.


    "The sooner the better! Ouch! Hey! That''s not a toy!"


    Parasita growled out, causing Khalia to shake her head. She snickered as her counterpart chased the dark wolf pup around the dark abyss. Tuffs of Parasita''s fur flew from his mouth as he yipped. Golden eyes lit up with mischief as he ducked her massive claws.


    "Calm down, this is the effect to your cause."


    "My cause! Of all the pieces, he burdened us with his childhood, and you expect me to calm down? He could have given us 20-year-old Diem, 27-year-old Diem. No, we got a fucking toddler."


    Sighing, Khalia closed her eyes. She pictures vast fields and hills, with an abundance of trees. The ground beneath Parasita became a lush green, and the roar of a waterfall soon tickled the two Lycans ears.


    "There. Go play hide and seek. It''ll be beneficial for both of you, especially me."


    Parasita grumbled, but soon got on all fours and chased after the little troublemaker. She felt the tension leave her shoulders and the headache soon dwindled. Dragging her hand across the bag she bit on her bottom lip.


    Examining the worn brown leather wallet she then fixated on the set of keys. A photo attached showed Jay and Trinity near a stunning cliffs edge. She balanced on his shoulder''s arms spread wide, their broad smiles complementing each other. Khalia had snapped the photo just in time before she tumbled down a small rocky incline. With awful cuts and scrapes to her legs and knees, it was still one of her favorite memories.


    Like wet sand through a piping bag, she swallowed the growing lump in her throat forcing it down. Splitting the bag open she pulled out the final item. The metal was still cool like she remembered. Heavy in her hand, it gleamed if she held it at the right angle. She checked the chamber: empty. Then the magazine: empty. Scoffing a horn blowing drew her back to the funeral home. A young man had reached the door, only to rush back to a red Ford Focus. Leaning into the driver''s window he grabbed a set of keys before planting a peck on the driver''s lips. Khalia''s phone lit up with a notification, revealing the time: 8:00.


    "Least they''re punctual."


    Setting the gun back in the bag she groused as she slid a black beanie atop her head.


    "I wonder if I can find silver bullets for this."


    The outstretched hat dipped over her eyebrows, forcing her to adjust. She''d be damned if she got her silk press wet. A poor hairstyle choice for their road trip as the weather wasn''t having it.


    "Hn. Human media has corrupted you. Silver can''t kill everything."


    A yawn disrupted the flow of Diems words. Raising his arms he did a pandiculation stretch, groaning all the while. Removing his jacket he gave her a tired smile.


    "Well, if my passenger princess would drop some knowledge on me like he planned..."


    The smile vanished.


    "Passenger Princess? You only drove for two hours! Princess my ass."


    She chuckled then watched the neon sign come a glow in the window. It seemed tacky, though she was sure the customers didn''t care. Opening the truck door, she frowned at the many water puddles merging under her feet.


    "Do you want me to come with you?"


    Sitting up Diem rubbed his eyes and worked to put his jacket on. When she gave no response, he looked over. Indifference was plastered on her face. He didn''t know her brother ten ways from Sunday, but he understood the emotions that come with burying a sibling. The relief of it ending and the devastating grief that emerges indiscriminately for years to come.


    "Let me come with you. I understand you''re capable of doing it alone. I just want to make sure you''ll be okay."


    At that she visibly relaxed, giving a curt nod before exiting the truck.


    *~*~*


    "Hello, I''m Terrence. Welcome to Schindler''s Funeral Home. How may I assist you all today?"


    He was a brunette, the young man. Smiling warmly at Khalia and Diem, his aura of professionalism caused them to return the gesture.


    "Hi, I''m Khalia Schaffer, I spoke to John, the owner, about body transportation. It will be for my brother, Jay Schaffer."


    "Yes, I''m incredibly sorry for your loss."


    "Thank you."


    "John won''t be in until noon, but I can start the paperwork. Afterwards you two may see Jay, if you wish."


    Khalia gave a tight smile. She watched him tap away on a laptop while also taking in the 90''s d¨¦cor. The red and white floral wallpaper stained with yellow grim matched the carpet that went through each doorway of the Home. The waiting chairs looked pristine but were layered with thin dust and random religious Knick knacks were strewn about. All it needed was a grandfather clock and gold framed Ernie Barnes paintings; she would be transported back to her childhood home.


    "Ms. Khalia, will you do full payment for transporting or will it be split between you and his wife?"


    Diem furrowed his brows before focusing on Khalia, her expression just as surprised as his.


    "Um, I''m sorry, wife? I''m his sister."


    The young man pursued his lips and gave a tentative smile.


    "Oh, I understand you''re his kin. I mean his wife or fianc¨¦e I should say. She came by...4 weeks ago. Said she''ll be back in two weeks to transport the body. She didn''t arrive, I assumed she mixed up the dates."


    This time she scowled. Narrowing her eyes, he stepped back, probably preparing for an onslaught of curses. A range of emotions played on her face before she settled with astonishment. Diem went to reach for her but stopped when the door crashed open. Startled, they turned, and all eyes widened. Diem pointed first at Elaina, then slowly at Milo.


    "A bit early for a reunion, isn''t it?"


    When Khalia''s eyes landed on Elaina''s, a flutter of realizing passed between them. Coughing, Terrence instantly put a smile back on his face.


    "Hello, I''m Terr-"


    "Jay Schaffer! Where is he?"


    Pulling out her badge she flashed it at him briefly. Scarlet tinted his cheeks, and he raised a trembling finger towards a pair of double doors further down from where they stood.


    "Uh, back there. We keep the bodies back there."


    Khalia broke into a fast walk, the others following behind. Terrance weaved his way to the front, walking ahead and pushing open the doors. He turned left, passing through a doorway, where they saw six coffins laid out. A morbid thought skirted though Khalia''s mind and she looked away.


    "Are you alright?"


    Parasita whispered softly. Terrance raised his hand and pointed to a black and gold coffin further in the back of the room.


    "Open it."


    It sounded like a threat and Khalia looked to Elaina warily. She trusted it was a fluke. That there was a miscommunication.


    "Are you sure? He- I don''t advise that. His injuries were-"


    "Please! Please...just open it."


    She pleaded this time, clenching her fist. Her body shook subtly, the bracelet chiming with each shake. Terrance''s face twisted up and slowly he nodded. Stepping forward he went for the latches only to still inches away from them. The gang watched confusion flash over his face before it changed to shock. Khalia moved closer, the floor groaning with her heavy steps.


    "The latches...they''re broken."


    Terrance moved over, giving her room. Directing her to lift the bottom half while he worked the top. No countdown was delivered. Soon as her fingertips touched the wood carved tomb she pushed.


    Terrance screamed.


    Khalia''s heart smashed into her ribs.


    There in the coffin.... was nothing.


    Only a soft indent of where a body had been. Leaning forward, she inspected the coffin more as Terrance, rightfully, freaked out. Elaina marched up to him, gripping his arm, pulled him back and began asking questions.


    "I-I don''t know! He was here! W-when his wife-."


    "The wife, what is her name!"


    "Ah, T something, Taryn? No. I think Trin. Yea! It was Trin-"


    "Trinity."


    Terrance hastily faced Khalia. The subtle shaking had become volatile, and her breathing staggered. There wasn''t enough air in the universe to fill her lungs and spots formed in her vision. Holding her hand up, they all stared at the ring, decorated with blood and filth. The diamond in the center sparkled like a gaudy ruby.


    "...Trinity. She''s alive!"

 The Queen is Here

    Cold, deadening, bitter, none accurately captured the restless sensation that kept her skin burning. It festered in her hypodermis, causing an unbearable itch, not even her coal-colored nails could ease. Her nails...


    Holding up her arm, she ran her blackened fingertips over the muted and dry skin. The vibrant peach hue that she bragged about in grey winter months, mocked her with its desertion. Groaning, she looked up to the modern mansion, white eyes catching the rearview mirror. Immediately she ripped the mirror off the windshield, chucking the worthless piece on the passenger floor. Seething, she hoped out the SUV. A cough from the gate pulled her gaze to the tiny guard box. Locking eyes with the large bald man inside, she hissed.


    ¡°You can¡¯t even breathe Jonathan.¡±


    ¡°You Fledglings are always angry. Why is that?¡±


    ¡°Fledgling but I rank higher than you.¡±


    ¡°Nah, you¡¯re just a bitch who got lucky. Wrong time, right place.¡±


    Narrowing her gaze, she kicked a rear tire. A soft hiss arose, and the SUV soon began to lean. Reaching the trunk, she threw the hatch open. A cluster of flies whipped by her head. The burlap that  wrapped around him was damp with stains in random places.


    Grabbing the corpse, she slung it over her shoulder, displeased at its rigidness. Her boots scrapped cross the pavement as she passed Johnathan without a glance. The guard shook his head, as he grabbed a floor jack and moseyed on to the SUV. Reaching a pair of grand doors, she stared into the blackness that lay on the other side. The mirror thin glass a burglars wet dream.


    Pushing on them, they parted with ease. Stepping inside, her ears rung at the lost of natural sound, becoming swallowed the further she walked down the long hall. She ignored the jerky movements  of the demons  that slithered across the walls. Soft murmurs soothed the ringing  and she followed the whispers deeper into the home.


    ¡°Will you resume the contract?¡± The voice was honeyed and matter of fact.


    Tilting her head, Trinity peeked into the ajar door, a child¡¯ cradled form catching her attention. Steel shudders concealed the windows, leaving the only light source five dim crystal chandeliers. They casted a yellow glow upon the room¡¯s occupants, highlighting their desires and fears. Trinity focused on an older woman whose arms snaked around a young girl. The grip on her, tight enough to cause tears but not enough that¡¯d she pull away. Though who would.


    The beast next to them was an abomination. She studied it¡¯s flat head and bulging red eyes. It¡¯s ears reminded her of a fox but the snout resembled a vampire bat. Hair sparsely dotted it¡¯s body, and a thick webbing of skin rested under its arms. One extended to hold onto the woman, showing its disgusting wingspan. Towering at 8ft, she sees why little girl kept her eyes closed.


    ¡°Derrick, please! I¡¯ll sign everything over! Everything, let us go!¡± The woman¡¯s brittle voice croaked.


    The man Derrick, reeked. Under the cream colored polo that showed wires of grey on his chest, and the Prada silk slacks that covered his stooped legs, he smelled of sulfur and sewage. It infected him, surging in his veins, encapsulating his organs. His cataract eyes looked over the woman, likely in her 40¡¯s, before reaching the girl, who couldn¡¯t be older than 9. The smile he gave them didn¡¯t reach his eyes.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    ¡°It¡¯s not that I don¡¯t love you. Please remember that, Grace.¡±


    His focus turned back to Qwen, her figure and face obscured by a hooded robe.


    "I will resume our contract Lady Qwen."


    ~A bit dramatic. ~


    Dragging a blackened nail over her wrist, Trinity watched a thick black bile weep from Qwen. The liquid hit the white marbled floors with a loud and steady drum. The man that groveled at her feet gasped before pressing his white patchy tongue to the floor.  She inwardly cringed as he sunk deeper, his forehead smearing the muck around, seeping into the wrinkles.


    Shortly after he stilled, then his body crashed onto the floor. Grace¡¯s cries grew louder as his shoes sporadically tapped the floor. Trinity looked away as Grace squeezed the girl, until she too cried out. Derrick¡¯s arms jutted straight and his hands curled; a puddle formed between his thighs. She curled her lip and raised her nose.


    ¡°¡­Trinity, you should have introduced yourself.¡±


    Stepping forward she gently placed Jay¡¯s corpse on the ground. His body partially exposed as the burlap fell.  She tensed at the click of Qwen¡¯s heels. A sharp pain soon pinched the base of her spine, enveloping her senses and burrowing into her mind. Her joints locked and she couldn¡¯t rise from her kneeling position. Instead, her eyes lingered on Jays face. They did their best to make him presentable. Though she was sure Khalia would have still pushed for a closed casket. Restrained, she ground  her teeth as Qwen infiltrated her being.


    ¡°Your memories fascinate me¡­our memories fascinate me. We love him so dearly, more than anything, everything.¡±


    Unable to look up she only registered shuffling as Qwen adjusted her robe. She bit her lip when a hand entered her vision. A motley of colors and sizes she would never get used to. From sepia, to dainty, to amputated, then ebony, her flesh altered. Trinity¡¯s gut boiled as the hand caressed Jay¡¯s mangled face.


    ¡°He¡¯ll require extensive work, but I will uphold our bargain.¡±


    Sudden coughing caused more cries to echoed in the room. She  felt Qwen rise and  back away from her.


    ¡°It¡¯s always good to see you in marvelous health Derrick. You had me worried there for a few decades. Head through those doors, someone will take you to the showers.¡±


    The old man, or once old man gave a wide smile. His knees no longer bent, showed his full 6¡¯3 frame. The clothing that barely fitted, now seemed to hug his bulging biceps and thickening thighs. Trinity knew a few old friends who would have folded at the flawless smile he gleamed at Qwen. Grey was nowhere to be seen, only a vivacious blonde, that glinted platinum. He removed his clothing, bunching the attire over his groin.


    ¡°Thank you, Lady Qwen. You never have to question my loyalty.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re right. These are the 10<sup>th</sup>.¡± Craning her neck, Qwen looked over the cowering girls.


    ¡°Trinity¡­you look ravished. Dine with me?¡±


    ¡°No thank you. Just give me my task, Qwen.¡±


    ¡°Hm¡­Head to Bathale, I need you to visit a friend. Convince her my way is the only option. When you return, you¡¯ll have what you want.¡±


    Trinity nodded as her vision blurred, a dark haired woman stood before her.


    ¡° She likely wont look the same after all these centuries. Dismissed.¡±


    Trinity exhaled, the weight that held her now gone. Leaning forward she dragged her hand against Jay¡¯s stitched cheek, before planting a kiss on his dead lips. As she exited the doors, screams filled the mansion. Shrill¡­.childlike¡­ feminine, she quickly blocked out the nuisance. Instead, flooding her mind with joys of the past. Stepping out, the moon kissed her face as she strolled to her repaired SUV.


    ¡°Try not to break anything else on accident.¡±


    She sneered at his demand before hoping in the vehicle. Rolling down the tinted window she stared at him indifferently.


    ¡°When I return, I¡¯ll  do you a favor Johnathan and kill you last.¡±


    ¡°Yea yea, see you in a few weeks Fledge.¡±


    Frowning she rolled up the window and gave a last look at the home. He was in there, waiting. A buzzing pulled her attention to her cell. Fishing it out the cup holder, Khalia¡¯s face appeared on the cracked screen. She pressed her thumb over it with force, dragging it in circles over the glass. The same black bile spilled, obscuring Khalia¡¯s face and smile. The vibrations stopped. Tossing the phone onto the passenger seat she flicked her hand sending blood on the windshield. Gripping the wheel, she pressed the pedal to the floorboard, making sure to kick up gravel and dust into the guard shack.


    ¡°Yea yea, fuck you too.¡±