The Lycan Warrior's Human Mate

Note: Hey! I hope you enjoy this spin on a Lycan/Human romance. There will be words used in the "Lycan" language on ocassion. I will add a glossary to the top of each chapter when they are. Below you will find a list of our primary and secondary characters of this chapter with a little info about them. I'll add each secondary character (those that will get a POV) going forward as they are introduced.

Main

Colby: 17 soon to turn 18, human, enjoys expolosives

Daniel/Gramps: 69, human, scientist obsessed with learning and study any and everything

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Colby ran down the dark corridor. Moving his head from left to right, but refusing to risk a glance back. The thing was following him; and he new it. He could hear the scraping of it's claws on the floor, but that was not what he was searching for. Where are they? The shuffling of claws began to move faster, and Colby pushed himself harder. Determined not to get caught, not to be feasted upon. A loud screeching made his pace falter slightly, before he picked it back up and continued. Still looking from side to side. Still searching.

Making a quick left turn, he immediately wished he had not. He could see the end of the hall; a dead end, but he had no choice but to keep in that direction. Doubling back, meant coming face to face with those ugly, vicious creatures. Kenzie had called them wolves, but they did not look like any he had ever seen. Colby did not have a name for them. He simply knew they were not something he wanted to mess around with. Yet, here he was playing a game of cat and mouse with one.

Coming to an abrupt halt right in front of the wall, he turned around only to find the creature there at the entrance. Frantically, Colby searched for a way out, but found none. He stilled himself against the wall. He was too young to die. With a deafening growl it began to charge at Colby. He cursed under his breath as it drew closer. It was now only thirty feet away.

Then, in succession, Colby heard three shots from what he distinctively knew to be an m16 assault rifle. Pfft pfft pfft. He watched as the thing went down. It's body jerking in hard spasms. Another shot was fired. Pfft. Colby watched as Kenzie jumped from a ledge about a foot above his head. She walked up behind the creature and kicked its hind leg; gun poised and aimed. Ready to fire if the damn thing moved.

"It took you long enough," Colby voiced when the creature was believed to be dead. Kenzie simply shrugged at him. "A few seconds longer and I would have been done for."

"Yeah, but you weren't," came Kenzie's reply.

"Sometimes I can't stand you."

"Well take a seat. And I could have let it kill you, so you really should be thanking me."

Colby clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at the person standing before him. Remembering how he was pushed out of the place they were hiding and told to run. He gritted his teeth, hating that he'd been used as bait yet again. Next time, he'd be on the opposite end of the deal, and Kenzie would be the bait.

"Mackenzie," a stern voice stated drawing both of their attention. "Stop picking with your brother."

"Yes, Gramps."

They watched as the old man drew closer handing Colby his pack and weaponry back. Retrieving his items from his grandfather, Colby hooked his items securely onto himself.

"He's a young one, and more deformed than the others."

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Kenzie turned to find her grandfather crouched in front of her latest kill. His words registering in her head. As she took in its appearance, she had to admit that it was smaller than the other ones she had seen. Much smaller than the one they had killed a few hours before.

"She's producing more offspring." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"I'm afraid so, and at an alarming rate. What did the people who built this place do to these poor animals?" their grandfather stated and questioned, confirming what Kenzie had just said. "All the more reason to find her."

"I vote we just blow the damn place up," Colby voiced for what he was beginning to feel was the thousandth time.

"We can't. We don’t know what’s stored here. It could cause a massive explosion, and we might be able to get out of the blast zone," their grandfather reminded him.

"And watch your mouth," Kenzie tacked on gaining a pointed eye roll from Colby.

"Let's go. I'll take the front. Mackenzie, you bring up the rear."

Kenzie nodded at her grandfather as they began to move out of the long hallway. Making a right turn at the end and heading back in the direction they had come from. Kenzie kept her eyes and ears open. She did not like the deformed wolves. What person in their right mind would? She was vigilant as she followed behind her younger brother. Watching every direction. Listening for any distinct sound. She heard nothing. Only silence greeted her, and that Kenzie knew from experience, was a bad thing.

"It's too quiet."

"I was beginning to think the same thing," Colby agreed.

"Just keep your eyes open," their grandfather stated.

Following her grandfather's orders, Kenzie kept her eyes open. They'd made it to the center of the structure, when she noticed something was missing. The body of the first wolf they had killed upon entering that day. She was about to voice her thoughts when a low rumbling caught her attention. Snapping her head up she studied the ledges above her. The torches they had lit upon entering the structure were not helping with the dark corners and higher places. Another low rumble drew her attention. Kenzie's gut churned. There was more than one. She couldn't pinpoint where the sounds were coming from, but she knew they weren't coming from the same place.

"Did you hear that?" Colby asked in a hushed tone.

Kenzie lifted the m16 that hung on her shoulder, nodding at her brother. Scanning the ledges again she saw nothing. Damn the darkness. Colby took out a large flashlight and scanned the ledges with it. Pausing when he stopped on a wolf. This one was deformed like the others, face contorted and with a long tail that stuck straight out as it was poised to attack. Before it could even lunge, Kenzie fired off three quick shots to its head. The creature plummeted from the ledge to the ground with a sickening crack.

Turning around to a hiss coming from behind them, Kenzie aimed her weapon, as Colby shone the light on a leaping wolf. Two loud shots echoed around them, before it also fell to the ground. Kenzie looked over at her grandfather. The old man still had it.

"Could you have picked a louder weapon?" Colby asked rolling his eyes.

"They'll get stuck like that you know," Kenzie taunted before her grandfather could answer.

"Yeah, well stick this," Colby retorted flipping her the bird.

"That's enough. This is no time for games," Gramps stated. They both nodded consenting that he was right.