As I walk back down the hill, I collect all the throwing knives, and weapons from the dead. I set them all on the picnic table in our camp site.
I walk to the car and grab the first aid kit, turning my attention to the guys.
"Sit down, I'll clean your wounds." I say to them, They all start to argue. I hold up my hand to stop them "No arguments, SIT" They all obey and I giggle.
It's mostly their arms and shoulders that got bitten, I clean the bites with alcohol, and check that the bleeding has stopped. Werewolves don't heal instantly, but they do heal much faster than a normal human would.
By morning all these small puncture wounds will be healed, but only if they are cleaned, otherwise a vampire bite can cause a deadly infection in a werewolf. It is rare for this to happen, but I am taking no chances.
I superglue the few wounds still bleeding, not because they need it, but just to keep them from bleeding on
Ansel places a few more bodies, while I finish cleaning the weapons. I lay out the ones that Micheal and Peter will want to have on them when they get up. I hand Ansel his weapons, then replace my throwing knives and stars into my boots and other hiding places on my person. I put the rest into the bags in the back of the car. I don't have enough deadmans blood filled bullets to fill all the guns. I fill one for Ansel, and one for Peter first, because I know that me and Micheal are the best at hand to hand combat. I place the last five in one of Micheal's guns. "Well, We are not as well armed as when we got here. But we will be able to defend ourselves, at least long enough to retreat if need be." I say to Ansel. "I don't like it... There should never have been so many vampires in one place, and they were so easy to kill...It almost feels like they were placed here just to run through our ammo, wear down our defenses..." Ansel says. "Now that you said
I wonder if we should run in wolf form, now that I can shift... It will be faster, but we will leave a scent trail that is much easier to follow in wolf form...Come to think of it, I wonder why my wolf has not been pestering me to go for a run, now that we have shifted... Every werewolf I get up with told me their wolf spent the first few days begging to go on runs nonstop.<It's because I know that we are on a mission right now, we will have plenty of time for running later.> Mal says*That makes sense, thanks for answering my questions.* I say with a chuckle.Before our conversation can continue Peter calls for my attention in a quiet voice."Hmm.." I answer, Ansel and Micheal are both snoring softly so I know it can only be Peter talking."Annie, I need to tell you something, Only... don't tell anyone... And please, please, please, still be my friend after.." Peter says, still in the low quiet voice."Okay... Well... H
"Yea, I can hear you my love." He answers in my head, while he stares at my wolf."Baby... Your wolf is so beautiful." He tell's me, as he walks around me, reaching out and gently running his fingers through my fur from my neck down my back.A low wolfy moan leaves my throat."Ansel... There is something I need to say to you, now. I know that you are aware that I cannot feel the Amore bonds, at least not yet.. I only feel the sparks when we touch... And Iam sorry about that, but I wanted you to know... Just in case something happens tonight... I do love you. You are mine, and I am yours." The moment I finish speaking I am hit with an overpowering surge of emotions. I feel a pull towards Ansel so strong that I find it hard to resist throwing myself at him. I feel like my whole body is yearning for his touch. His scent is invading my senses, I am drunk on him.I nuzzle my wolf snout into his side."Now shift love, we need t
"Picture yourself in human form," Ansel starts. "The way you look, how it feels to move on to legs..." He instructs me, sensing the distress I am in without me having to say anything more. I do as I am told. After a moment's hard focus I fall down onto my beautifully human legs. "Thank you." I say, as I get to my feet and launch myself into Ansel's arms. He holds me tight to his chest, I relish in the feel of his skin against mine. After a moment I realize what the feeling of his skin against mine means... Ansel is still naked, and so am I. I flush with embarrassment at the thought. Ansel must feel me tense up, he tilts his head down and whispers in my ear. "Don't worry baby, I will close my eyes." He give's me an extra squeeze, then he lets me go and takes a step back. He keeps his eye's tight shut as I walk to my pack and pull out a dress and a pair of tights. Once I am dressed I walk back to Ansel. "I want to p
'It is a witch, I can sense her powers' Ansel tells me. 'Stay here, see what you can see, leave before the sun comes up, go to the meeting place. If I am not there by 9 AM then enterthe pack as planned. I am going to the roof of the main pack house to see what this witch wants. None of them likes the idea of me going so far into enemy territory alone. I end up having to make it an order to Micheal and Peter, whoI out rank, so they have to follow my orders. I know they are mad at me now since this is the first time I have ever given them an order like that. 'Ansel, if I am caught, my only chance will be you three on the outside to come and get me. I am already in position so please just go' I beg him, and thank the moon he listens. The tree I am in hangs over the roof of their pack house, but I am not in a good position to see the action, I have to drop down to the roof. I hope no one hears... I crawl across the roof on my
When we get to the library it looks completely empty. Everything is covered in dust, it looks like no one has been here in month's, maybe years. "Does no one here read?" I ask Ansel, sounding much more harsh than I mean to, so I add "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I wasn't trying to be rude..." "I know you didn't Inamorata. This used to be very much like your library... They read to the kids everyday... I don't know when or why that stopped... But I don't like the implications... Where are all the children? I haven't seen one single child since we got here" Ansel answers his eyes shining with unshed tears for his pack. The library is 2 stories. The first is very much like a human library, divided into sections, childrens, young adult, non fiction, history, ect. They second houses spell books, the histories of the packs, and other books that we need permission to read these are on cage like shelves with locks on the front. Ansel f
I flip the rest of the book looking for anything that sticks out. The curse ment for my mother was onew of the last things written in the book. After that is page after page of scribbled drawings of a demonic figure. I am not sure what these drawings might mean, but they are very dark, and they give me the creeps. on the very last page is one sentence "The visions are getting worse, I fear that he plans to usae me to exact his own revenge." Huh... This is interesting... I wonder if she was really having visions of the future like this seems to imply, or if she was making it up, or if the loss of so much of her soul simply made her a little unhinged...? I think the answers to these uestions may hold the key not only to her motives in this war, but also her plans for Chad, and this pack. I replace this book in my bag. Then I pick another random book from a shelf and start looking anything on curses, witches, breaking curses, how to reverse a spell, or blo
His words cut straight to my heart. I am holding onto his elbows, I slide my hands up his arms to his face, and pull him around so I can look him in the eyes. I can see that he is fighting with his wolf, his wolf wants to mark and mate, now. His wolf has probably wanted to mark me since the moment he caught my scent. And now that I have marked him he is going on instinct, and instinct is a powerful thing. "Ansel, I know that I want you... But I don't know how to do this... I don't know the right way to do any of this..." My voice trail's off. I am completely vulnerable to him in this moment, and he knows it. Ansel leans down and rub's his nose against mine as he whispers "My sweet Amore..." He leans in so his lips brush against mine ever so slightly "Tell me what you want." His tongue brushes my bottom lip, I try to kiss him, but he pulls back. I moan in protest. Ansel just chuckles. "I need your words my