As we arrived out in the garden, I could see several Hunters and werewolves moving about quickly. The Hunters seemed wary, but the werewolves were excited. I couldn’t blame them at all. The whole thing of being cut off from your true nature seemed to be quite the ordeal to go through. I wouldn’t want to experience it, so I was glad they were getting their freedoms back.
Rem led us towards the elders who seemed to contemplate things over between themselves. I could sense their excitement, though as yet there were no mind-links with any of the pack members. However, this could be explained as me not yet officially becoming their Luna. I couldn’t gain that position until we completed the ritual. Not because anything was stopping me from claiming the spot, but because the pull would be stronger if we waited until after they had their wolves awakened again.
Rem gained their attention easily as he raised a hand in a silent greeting. H
Sam looked me up and down with a critical yet thoughtful gaze. They didn’t seem unfriendly towards me, but they still held that Hunter caution. After a moment, they held out their hand in greeting and uttered out a greeting of, “names Sam. When addressing me, please use they and them. Otherwise, sorta nice to meet ya, even if this is really weird.”I tilted my head. Then it clicked. They were nonbinary. I extended my hand out and Sam shook it swiftly and firmly. They then pulled me closer and mock-whispered into my ear, “is Rath as annoying to date as he is to be related to?”I couldn’t help but snort out a sudden laugh.“Sam!” Rem reprimanded them with only their name. Sam let go of my hand, held both of theirs up in defence, and then grinned widely.“Don’t worry, Rem,” I softly soothed him. “I love you even if you’re annoying,” I finished with a pl
It was still bright out when the moon first peeked into the sky. Such was the British summer months. Despite daylight lasting longer, it didn’t seem to affect the ritual’s process at all. We gathered everyone around the circle that Sam had drawn on the ground while Rem and I stood at the north and south spots of the circle, not quite inside it, but close enough that when our blood was spilt, we would already be within the correct spot for our blood to be. Sam and Ken stood on the east and west spots and between the four of us, we lit a candle for each hour that got closer to midnight, going in the right direction for the rising and setting of the moon. It wasn’t a complicated ritual, but it was imperative that the candles remained lit and the timing was not off by more than a minute at most. Meanwhile, the werewolves had to meditate and pray to the moon Goddess for as long as the ritual took place. If one of them faltered
Half an hour passed with no known bad side-effects present to the other pack members after the completion of the ritual. They were still excited, but so far none had transformed themselves, mostly for fear of upsetting the Hunters, but also because they were still getting used to having one of said Hunters as their actual Alpha now.Rem had finally seemed to focus his attention less on the voices in his head and more on just my voice as I moved over to his side and spoke softly and soothingly to him. “They’re all just excited. Once they get their focus back, you won’t hear them all the time like this,” I said to him with a gentle smile on my face.“They’re so shitting loud, though,” Rem complained as he glanced away from me and over to the others with a furrow of his brows.I gave a small laugh and nuzzled my face into Rem’s neck to comfort him. “I’d say you could use your Alpha v
The next morning, Rem and I had woken up to the sound of kids play-fighting outside of our room. We had spent the night in one room of the guest house. That way, the pack got used to our presence as their new leaders. Though with our bonds forming and growing stronger, it wasn’t really required for us to do so, however, Rem was adamant about doing so. I turned over to cuddle up next to him. It was still too early for me to get up and too late for me to go back to sleep so I laid there, happily taking in this feeling of belonging. If I woke up like this every morning, then I could die a lucky man indeed. Rem was still asleep. He had spent the remainder of his energy last night dealing with some other issues that had to be done before he could rest, so I dared not wake him up just yet. We could start training the werewolves later when he was well-rested. Besides, if it meant I got more alone time with him, then I’d do anything to give myself that
Echoing inside my mind like it was on repeat were the words Rem had said moments ago: ‘fill you with my seed’. The moment he uttered those words, my body went into heat. I thought I had got over this sudden urge of letting Rem devour me whole, but whatever had ignited within us last night with the ritual had renewed my body’s need to be mated with Rem.This time, however, it was far more potent than previously. So much so that even Rem had picked up on the scent of my heat - which meant the other werewolves would easily smell it too. I panted out, “lock the door,” to Rem as my skin became unbearably hot and flushed. Any male werewolf in the area who had no mate of their own would want to take the chance to mate with me. I wasn’t sure if it would affect pact members in the same way, but I would not risk it.Rem quickly did as I asked. He returned to the bed and placed a hand on my forehead. He hadn’t seen
All around me is fog as thick as soup, but I don’t care. My enormous paws lead me towards something or someone in the distance, as my tail behind me wags happily. I can’t wait to get to where I am going. I easily navigate the dark woods, as whatever draws me towards it calls out my name on the wind.I leap over a large tree root with ease and continue my journey towards that which summons me. As I near the edge of the woods, I slow down, but my excitement remains as wild as the very nature that surrounds me. I see a figure not far off, waiting for me.Gently, the figure says, “listen my child, I am the voice of your history.” Their words are like a melody in the wind. I can’t tell who they are yet, but they are familiar to me.I pause at the edge of the tree line and look around. Nerves wrack my body, even as my excitement grows. I am panting heavily from the length of running I’ve had to do to get here.
The training sessions went as is to be expected with a pack of werewolves that have not had to fight for such a long time with another pack or against any foes. It went bad. However, transforming back into their wolf forms, they took to it like ducks on the water. I was glad that I wouldn’t need to re-teach them how to do this and that even the younger ones seemed to figure it out for themselves. However, they still had no fighting experience in these forms.Rem was off teaching the older ones that were about our age as they would likely be the bulk force of the pack should they need to fight at all. They were fairing only slightly better than my younger group was. Still, it was impressive how well Rem could teach them the basics. Turning my attention to the youngsters, I nodded, as they all somehow kept their focus long enough to have listened to my instructions.Their first task was to learn how to sneak up on their partner. A pre-emptive
As the day drew to a close, the Hunters seemed confident that Rem could keep the werewolves in line with his wishes. Of course, the youngest children were harder to control, but they were zero threat to the Hunters and they understood they were just average children in the times they were merely overtired or fussy about certain tasks.With permission from Mrs Emerson, the werewolves could transform so long as they remained within the gardens and did not stir up any troubles with the Hunters. It was a large test of trust she was offering them, and it was only possible because of Rem. It really pleased me to see the two groups were slowly coming to trust one another, though we still had a long way to go.It was entertaining to watch the younger werewolves transform for the first time and the new bodies they had to get accustomed to. I looked back fondly on the first time I had transformed. Back then I had zero balance on all four paws and the momen
My gaze never shifted away from Arwen as he looked down at me still, the silence deafening. Nothing seemed to happen, and I wondered if maybe I had simply misunderstood what he was implying. The ground had since stopped shaking and the souls had all returned at the Gods’ demands. Taking in a sharp breath, I helped Rem stand up again, but my thoughts did not wane. I kept thinking over what Arwen had said to me. The God seemed to at least have the patience to allow me to do that much, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. Anxiously, I finally dared to look back at Arwen. His arms were folded across his chest, as though he was dealing with a schoolroom full of children. Despite who and what I was, he was still far older than I, by many centuries. Many cultures had their own version of Death, but most of them stemmed from the same legends spread over the world, twisted into their own versions. “What… sort of price?” I finally asked, unknowing i
Thousands upon thousands of eyes stared down at me from the black hole atop the shrine. Even with all of my focus set upon my attempts to hold the ritual back, the opening to Annwn was growing larger. The ground was shaking more, to where small pieces of the ceiling were clattering down on the ground below. Whatever glow I once had was practically gone now, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that was a bad sign.I was feeling drained and knew it wouldn’t be long now before my attempts failed completely. I relayed the news to the three behind me swiftly as the black hole expanded again. There would be nothing I could do to hold the souls back, but with luck, I might still find the strength to stop the ritual from completing fully.Or so I had hoped.A large earthquake rocked the area, causing the four of us to stumble. I couldn’t keep my balance long enough to refocus and the result was disastrous. Souls quickly started pour
The four of us turned our full attention to the shrine ahead of us. Although the tension between Rem and Rakesh hadn’t subsided, they both put aside their personal feelings of the other to deal with the issue at hand. I wasn’t sure how the other two were handling everything, but it relieved me to not have to stress over the issue just yet.The shrine was old, hand-carved from marble stone. Etchings had been carved into it, but it had been worn from time and was harder to see what it had originally been. I suspected it was more of the same markings that had been on the doors and entrance to this place. They had placed the candles in a horseshoe shape on the surface of the marble. Within them was some burning sage.Although these items were important for most rituals, I could tell right away that even if we put out the candles or stopped the burning of the sage, it still wouldn’t stop the summoning.Kayden looked towards Ra
Finding the entrance wasn’t too difficult, as it was where the Alpha had said it would be. Finding the new entrance, it was obvious that the digging of paws had made it. Therefore, it would require the two of us to crawl to get inside. I led the way, with Rem following close behind me.Despite the trouble that lay ahead of us, Rem couldn’t help but interject with, “at least I get a lovely view one last time.”I couldn’t look back at him, but I rolled my eyes. “Really, Rem?” I chided him for his childishness. Though in truth, I was glad that Rem hadn’t lost his quirky little sense of humour. “When this is all over, we can admire each other as much as we want. Promise,” I then added, a little quieter. I had hoped that after this war, we could finally find peace. Now I wasn’t so sure.Fighting mortals was one thing, but fighting what was essentially a God was something else ent
Once more, I take my human form. It seems to surprise the Alpha to find me bandaging his wounds. I hope that if we can convince him to no longer seek revenge, then he might turn into a more reasonable werewolf now that he no longer can be the fighter he once was. If we can salvage him and the others, then perhaps we can finally be at peace and no one else has to go to war on the other. Though with the loss of his mate, I wasn’t sure how the Alpha would react. At worse he would continue to seek revenge and at best; he might get locked up for the rest of his life under the Hunter’s care. “Why don’t you transform back now? It’ll be easier to patch you up,” I say to him, keeping my words firm but gentle. Ken doesn’t seem pleased with how kind I’m being to the Alpha, but after he has put silver cuffs on the Alpha to keep him weak as a precaution, he seems much more amicable to leave my side. I don’t even have to ask where he is going.
The pleasant late morning summer sun heated my fur and made me feel rather warm. It would have been an enjoyable morning had my mind not been full of adrenaline of what had taken place and was still going on even now. All around me, people were busying themselves with helping bandage the wounded. I, however, had no time to help. The Alpha had issued me a challenge, one that I could not really back out of.The two of us circled one another, each of us sizing the other up, but not yet ready to strike first. I was well aware of the Alpha’s skill and although he no longer knew the full extent of my own abilities; he was fully aware of who and what I was. He knew I was no longer the same half-blood he had easily overpowered in a fight before and was now much warier about what damage I could do to him.To make this a fair fight, I had removed the werewolf weapon that Rem had gone to the trouble of getting for me.Staying near me to monitor
It feels like it has been forever since this whole thing started, even though it hadn’t been that long since Rem and I had met and become mates. I had hoped life would have been simple, enjoying life blissfully, but life had other plans for me and Rem and life had sent this Alpha to shake up our two worlds. Now it had all boiled down to this.Looking around the new battlefield, it seemed with the few Ancient Ones having followed and helped with the fight to protect those who could not defend themselves; we had brought down all the Alpha’s pack members. The Alpha was the only one left still able to fight. I stood in front of the others, my tail held up in a challenging display towards him. I was sure that Ken would want to kill him, but I knew that if we allowed him to do that, nothing much would change. The survivors of the Alpha’s pack and allies would merely seek revenge and call our own pack and allies traitors.No. If I want
I can feel the gravel shifting under my paws as Rem and I run toward our family. The Hunters are trying their hardest to fend off the Alpha and his pack members, but the enemy outnumbers them. It was strange that this pack would be out this way, as it was nowhere near the direction of the mansion nor the field in which their allies had camped out. Rem doesn’t seem to know the answer to why they would be here either, other than they knew about the exit, but that doesn’t seem too likely.The Ancient Ones following behind us also confirmed that this pack’s thoughts were of a surprise to find the Hunters and werewolves here. So it put the thought that they had known about our plans aside completely now. It was a strange coincidence, and it made me wonder what the real reason was for. What was out this way that would interest this pack, if not the hidden exits for the Hunters?As we grew
I could no longer smell anything other than the blood that had scattered over the surrounding fields. I was breathless from the constant fighting, but far fewer enemy werewolves were now trying to fight back. We had lost a few of our own but compared to them, we had made it out rather well. I felt sorry for those here. None of them had really started this entire war, but all of them had paid some kind of price. Meanwhile, their so-called leaders were still nowhere to be found.With a slight limp, I made my way across the field to where I could find Rem. He had seemed to fair much better than most of us in this fight, but I wasn’t really all that surprised by it. He was a powerful fighter and smart enough to manoeuvre a battlefield. My memories might have returned to me, but I was never a fighter, not even in my previous lives.He smiled down at me and offered my head a few loving scratches behind the ear, which set my tail into a frenzy of