Wolf’s Obsession – Part 1, 2 and 3

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Copyright © 2009 Charisma Knight

Title: Wolf’s Obsession – Part 1,2 and 3 Copyright © 2009 Charisma Knight

This is a work of fiction. All places, events and characters are crafted from the author’s imagination and any resemblance to currently alive or passed people and events are coincidental.

Cover art by Tammie King

Wolf's Obsession

Thorne Cloudfeather returned to Club Ravenous a second evening in a row, eager to see “her.” This town, nothing like his New Orleans disgusted him completely. A certain “aura” hung over the city like a dark cloud. Thorne was here for one reason, and one reason only, to claim his mate and return to his precious New Orleans.

As he strolled into the club, human scent and sex tainted his nostrils. As he confidently walked through the crowd, he exuded the appearance of a predator. His demeanor was that of a leader, laced with a hint of danger. Women shot appreciative glances at him, hoping to land him as one of their clients for the evening.

She was human, so hard to believe a mere human woman could entice him in this manner, especially never having laid eyes upon her. She was here, his instincts led him to this town, and her scent led him to this club.

Thorne found a vacant seat at the end of the bar, and sat down. Ordering a scotch, he scanned the room for “others” of his kind. Oddly enough, neither werewolf nor vampire lurked within, although he had sensed a few vampires in another part of the town.

In New Orleans, werewolves and vampires thrived, secretly among the humans. Thorne planned to maintain peace with the bloodsuckers, until his clan, The Black Claws recovered from the brink of extinction. Thorne planned to run the vamps from New Orleans. He did not care where they went, as long as every one of them evacuated New Orleans. Apparently, this town was crawling with the vile fiends as well.

The view was excellent, his stomach churned with anticipation of seeing “her” again. The evening before, she was actually entertaining a couple. It was hard for him to leave her, especially with those horny young human males. Tonight would be different; he would have her in his bed before daylight approached.

The music ended, and the lights dimmed. The bartender sat several large white pillar candles along the edge of the stage, lighting them with a cigarette lighter. “She” was going to dance next. Every muscle in Thorne’s body tensed, and the very site of her caused his cock to swell! She was beautiful – wearing a black leather bikini adorned with studs and chains. Breathless, Thorne imagined her riding him with nothing except her thigh high leather stiletto boots.

The girl seductively gyrated to “It’s a Man’s World.” She was awesome, athletic, and the acrobatics she performed on that pole caused his cock to twitch with anticipation. Mesmerized, Thorne’s eyes scanned every luscious inch of her body. Inhaling her womanly scent caused precum to form on the head of his engorged cock. A low growl formed within his throat as he shifted in his stool.

No woman had ever held such control over him as the woman who dominated the stage at this particular moment. No one managed to hold his attention for this long, not the way she had. Scanning her entire body again, he searched for the shred of proof that would bond her to him for the rest of their lives.

Three women approached Thorne, hoping they would obtain the chance of retaining him as a client. The name of the game was persuading clients to the champagne room. Politely dismissing them, only one decided to push her luck.

“I possess no interest in you; however I do not mind giving you a tip.” Thorne confessed dryly. “Please leave me alone and be on your way.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing out on honey!” The woman said.

“I’m waiting for her.” Thorne insisted, gesturing toward the stage, handing the scorned dancer a five-dollar bill.

“Ok darling, suit yourself. You can put it in my g-string.” The dancer turned her bottom towards Thorne, trying to entice him.

“I would advise you to take it or leave it.” Thorne growled a warning, as he was not a man of patience and did not take kindly to repeating himself.

Sensing the danger in his voice, the girl turned, snatching the bill, heeding Thorne’s warning, but not before rolling her eyes at his rejection of her.

Exhaling sharply, Thorne directed his attention to “her” again. He was successful in capturing the woman’s attention. Her voluptuous, statuesque figure glistened with moisture. As her eyes held his, she seductively released her full breasts from the bikini top, causing Thorne to moan with want. His jaw clenched as he gripped the glass of scotch in his right hand, trying not to shatter it.

Glancing around the bar, Thorne noticed others watching, waiting to buy her a drink. Beckoning the bartender, Thorne purchased a $1,000.00 champagne bottle.

“You have exceptional taste, my friend, the bartender grinned. Starr is one of our finest women. Hey, weren’t you in here last night?”

“Yeah,” Thorne replied. She was busy with a couple of her best clients, I would assume. Give me another scotch please, make it a double.”

“You’ve got it man! I’m Randy, let me know if you need anything else tonight” The bartender happily obliged, since Thorne was a great tipper.

The man with the dangerous eyes mesmerized her. Starr noticed him moments before stepping upon the stage, although she pretended not to. She loved dancing, but put on an especially seductive show for him, since he had paid her a visit the evening before. She tried in vain to break free from her customers; the couple she entertained often. This awesome stranger waited for her until the bar closed. Unfortunately, her customers bought her out when the bar closed. She could have sworn the handsome stranger was angry. For some strange reason, she knew he would return.

He spoke to her with his eyes, almost controlling her. Dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt, the man possessed expensive tribal tattoos and a wolf’s head on a medicine shield around his left bicep. His features were sharp, exquisite, as though chiseled from marble. His high cheekbones and hooked nose proudly announced his Native American heritage. He was completely bald and clean-shaven, with the exception of a small patch of hair along the cleft of his chin. His ears and nose were pierced with small golden hoops, and his large fingers sported gold bands, displaying exquisite tribal designs.

His enticing gaze touched her in a way she had never experienced from any man watching her. Highly aroused, Starr seductively slid down the pole, spreading her legs while giving Thorne a glimpse of her saturated flesh. Starr’s third song was approaching, and she decided she would give Thorne the best floorshow of her life.

The lit candles portrayed adorning the stage displayed an ancient, seductive air of mystery, eroticism, and sensuality. Starr seductively picked up a neatly folded black velvet wrap, gracefully laying it on the stage floor. Mea Culpa echoed through the sophisticated bar, all eyes glued to Starr. She elegantly lit a long tapered white candle from one of the pillar candles.

Thorne’s heart raced, and his eyes narrowed in anticipation of her next move. His hard cock oozed a thick glob of precum. Starr gyrated around the pole, as if it were her lover, and turned towards Thorne, spreading her thighs, bending down without bending her knees, seductively sliding on the velvet wrap, allowing Thorne to see her ass and pussy. There was no shame in her game.

Commencing to pour hot candle wax over her entire body, Starr stuck out her tongue; licking her lips as if invisible drops of cum rained upon her. Thorne thought he would shoot his load into his pants. His painful erection, strained against his tight leather pants forced another low growl to form within his throat. The air sizzled and cracked with sexual tension as the pair met one another’s gaze once more.

The beast within howled, craving freedom, and the opportunity to mate with the sex goddess before him. Starr looked as though she were experiencing the time of her life, spreading her legs, allowing hot wax to drip down her cunt. Nipples standing erect from the wax dropping upon them, Starr stimulated a sensual gyrating movement, as though she were fucking an invisible lover.

The song seemed to last forever, in Thorne’s mind. He wanted to claim her right there, on the stage, despite the crowded bar. Once her act was complete, she gracefully exited the stage, picking up the velvet wrap, careful not to allow wax to fall upon the floor, out of respect to the next dancer. The crowd cheered and whistled at the seductive event. Thorne, unable to think clearly, stared in awe at the woman he planned to claim.

“You may want to go back to the Champagne room dude. If I know Starr, she is changing into a nice evening gown, and changing hairstyles. Here, have another one on the house. The other girls will continue to hound you as long as you sit here.”

Taking Randy’s advice, Thorne strolled over to the booth, wishing Starr would hurry up. Taking a swig of scotch, Thorne lit a cigarette, thinking of the survival of his clan. Females were scarce, and many of the males fought amongst themselves in an effort to gain human mates. Unfortunately, it was rare for a human to survive the bite of a werewolf. Thorne hoped it would not be the case with Starr. There was so much more to her, there had to be for him to sense her from another state. Thorne inhaled deeply, knowing Starr was approaching. Her scent caused him to lose his head.

“Hello, how are you?” asked a soft, but stern voice. She was a vision, indeed. Her long black shoulder length hair was pinned up into an exotic style, allowing some pieces to fall to her shoulders. Her rich, dark brown skin appeared flawless under the lights of the room, and that black form-fitting evening gown was classy, yet revealing.

“I’m good, darling, how are you?” Thorne asked, standing to greet her.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, I just had to get all that candle wax off my body,” Starr said shyly. “Randy said a few of the girls were bothering you. Some of the girls can be so catty.”

“Hey, I was good. I knew what I wanted, I sent them packing. Of course, I tipped them for their troubles.” Thorne grinned, flashing his white teeth.

“You’re quite the gentleman,” Starr said, not understanding why she felt the way she did in the presence of this man. “What’s your name,” she asked, trying to clear her head.

“I’m Thorne Cloudfeather.”

“I take it you’re not from around here. I detect a Southern drawl,” Starr exclaimed, sipping on her champagne.

“I’m from Louisiana.” Thorne said dryly, taking another swig of scotch, and extinguishing his cigarette. Sitting back on the sofa, he eyed Starr up and down, allowing his imagination to run wild.

“You’re turn.” He coaxed.

“What do you mean? I’m Starr. Randy was your bartender. I’m sure he has already told you my name.”

“No, what’s your real name?” Thorne asked, in a stern voice, penetrating her soul with his gaze.

“Starr,” she insisted, avoiding looking into his eyes, nervously drinking the champagne. “What does it matter to you,” she asked. “You buy me a champagne bottle, and now you think you own me?” She asked, anger rising within her voice.

“Wow, take it easy Starr,” Thorne laughed. “There is no need for hostility; I think you’ve been cooped up too long in this hole in the wall. Come on, leave with me tonight. A woman like you should not be in a place like this.”

“Are you crazy? I’m not allowed to leave with customers,” Starr laughed.

“Oh, only the ones that pay you well enough?” Thorne asked, anger permeating from his eyes. “How much of the money do you actually receive? I would figure, by the time you tip the bouncers, doorman, and the bartenders, would it even be worth your effort?”

“I don’t think this is working out,” Starr said, throwing her hands in the air as she turned around to exit the champagne room. Thorne grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him, pressing himself against her, staring deep into her eyes.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” Thorne whispered in her ear, pressing his body tightly against hers. There were those eyes again, mesmerizing, soul searching. Thorne grabbed her hair, and roughly inserted his tongue between her lips, exploring her tongue. Moisture pooling between her thighs, Starr sucked his tongue greedily, moans escaping her lips as she slid her hand to his swollen cock. Purposely, she bit his lower lip. A low growl forming deep in his throat, he broke the connection, staring deep into her seductive eyes, still holding a handful of her hair.

Nostrils flaring, he wrapped his hand around her neck, gently tugging her hair. Thorne planted a kiss on her cheek, tracing a trail with his tongue down to her neck, leading Starr to believe her skin was on fire. Nibbling at her neck, Thorne left his mark without Starr noticing. She was too busy, lost in the throes of heated lust.

Picking her up, Thorne sat Starr on the small sofa, while continuing to nibble at her neck. Slowly, he pulled the top of her strapless evening gown down, revealing full, luscious breasts. Groaning, Thorne gently rolled the perky dark nipples between his fingertips, as he strayed from her neck, to her succulent lips once more.

Drunk with her scent, Thorne drifted from her lips to her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples, while caressing her full breasts with his hands. Gently, he nipped at her breasts with his teeth. Her female scent was driving him mad. With one hand, he forcefully hiked up her evening gown, revealing a black lace garter and thong.

Spreading her mouth-watering thighs and properly positioning himself between them, he yanked on her thong. Gently, he pushed her down against the arm of the sofa, sliding his hand from her breasts, to the flatness of her stomach, down towards the apex of her inner thighs. Her heat, attacked his flesh, as did the moisture between her thighs, causing Thorne to swallow hard.

Inhaling her scent deeply, as though his life depended upon it, he gently pulled the material between her pussy lips agitating her already sensitive clitoris. Satisfaction engulfed him as he watched the dancer gyrate her hips, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she played with her breasts. Her liquid heat glistened on her pussy lips and inner thighs, inviting him, causing a large thirst to build within Thorne. He needed to taste her, burying his face between her thighs was what he craved immediately. His tongue twitched at the very thought of tunneling deep within her pussy.

“This must go,” he demanded, in a deep husky voice, wrapping the side of her thong around his middle finger.

“Either you remove them, or I’ll rip them off you, with my teeth,” he warned. Excited, Starr, spread her legs for him, egging Thorne on in carrying out his threat. Eagerly, she reached down towards her pussy, stroking her clit through the lacy material. In one fluid motion, Thorne bent down, ripping the flimsy material with his teeth as he had threatened.

Gyrating, Starr reveled in the fact that she was exposed, vulnerable to this awesome, dangerous man. She arched her back as he played with her, exploring her mound, finding her sensitive spots, making her flesh ache with his touch. She bit her lip as he ran his thumb against her engorged clit, eventually pinching it, stopping abruptly as he ran his fingers over her slit.

Sensing her need, Thorne continued to manipulate her body, pressing against the opening of her pussy, making her think he would slid a finger or two in, eventually faking her out, leaving her frustrated as he explored the softness of her thighs. Her clit, sticking up, demanding his tongue, however, Thorne wanted her to ride the brink of an orgasm, allowing that mounting pleasure deep within her to build, as high as it could, denying her release. When she finally came, she would come all over his face, and in his mouth. His tongue burned with the thought.

Staring at Starr with such intensity, he slipped his thumb into her pussy, causing her to arch her back, crying out. She was so fucking wet, and seemed to become even wetter each time he fucked her with his thumb. At the same time, Thorne tortured her as he lightly rubbed her clitoris with the index finger of his other hand. Eventually, his middle finger took the place of his thumb, as he lowered his head down between her legs.

Gasping at seeing Thorne’s face so close to her soaked pussy, Starr tried lifting her hips off the couch to meet his teasing tongue, which possessed a gold stud.

“Please,” she gurgled, surrendering herself to him.

“Please, what?” Thorne asked, continuing the sweet assault with his fingers on her pussy. Teasingly, his tongue slowly snaked past his lips, almost touching Starr’s clit, showing off the small gold stud…

“Eat me Thorne, please,” she cried out, lifting her hips off the couch once more in an effort to feel his tongue on her swollen flesh. Bending down, he kissed the aching folds, licking his lips as he pulled his head away from her. Starr let out a tortured moan, as she tried in vain to roll to the side.

“I’ll do more than eat you, I’ll devour you,” Thorne threatened, plunging his tongue deep into her pussy, her moans like music to his ears. Spreading her thighs further apart, he assaulted every inch of her pussy with his thick, hot tongue. The gold stud provided her with as much pleasure as his tongue and teeth.

Thorne said he would devour her, and he kept his promise. He greedily licked and slurped at her pussy, sucking up every drop of her sweet nectar as he could. He slid his hands underneath her ass, squeezing the voluptuous cheeks. Abruptly stopping, and hearing Starr curse like a sailor, he pulled himself up onto his knees long enough to undo his leather pants, his cock springing forth as though it had a life of its own.

“Condom,” Starr said in a dry voice.

Thorne dug into his back pocket, pulling out a large gold foil. Tearing the condom from its wrapper, Thorne rolled it down the length of his cock before sitting down on the couch.

“Ride me!” he demanded, glaring at Starr with such intensity, she thought she would come on the spot.

Impaling herself on his thick, long cock, Starr let out a wounded cry. She avoided his gaze, but Thorne eventually turned her head back towards his gaze, forcing her to look into his penetrable eyes while she wrapped her thighs around his muscular build. Standing up, Thorne pressed her back against the wall, pumping into Starr with a mighty force, rocking her body hard and fast, while she screamed out with cries of ecstasy.

Each stroke Thorne inflicted upon her left her weak, and trembling. Continuing to slide his cock in and out of her wet pussy, Thorne growled loudly, nipping at her neck, nostrils flaring, sensing the build up of her orgasm. His release was not far behind hers. Screaming, Starr’s muscles contracted around Thorne’s cock, as he continued thrusting inside her, riding her to his own completion.

Starr’s orgasm rocked her body, as another wave of pleasure closely followed, Thorne still rocking her body against the wall, his body shaking, he eventually came, throwing his head back, gritting his teeth, growling as his cock twitched violently inside her. Eventually, he collapsed against Starr, his breathing, uncontrollable for a few moments, as he gently dropped her legs to the floor.

Zipping his pants, Thorne retrieved his pack of cigarettes and lit two, offering one to Starr, who accepted with much appreciation, grabbing the carafe of champagne, and sitting down next to Thorne.

“I swear, I really need to cut back on these things,” she murmured.

“Don’t tell me, you only smoke when you drink.” Thorne said, holding Starr’s gaze with his mysterious dark eyes.

“Well, yeah she said, basically. When I’m home, I’m a totally different person.” Starr said, lowering her eyes from his glare.

“Hmmm, Thorne studied, you appear to be much more shy when alone, however, on the stage, you are outgoing.” Thorne analyzed before extinguishing his cigarette.

“I’m only expressing myself on stage Thorne.” Starr confessed. “I never get too fucked up from drinking. I’m not trying to fall off the stage and crack my head open in front of everyone. You know, that actually happened here.” She claimed.

“What are you doing here?” asked Thorne. “Do you have family?”

“Yes, I have family, but not really close to them, you know?” Starr said, sipping her champagne. “Why do you look at me like that Thorne?” she shuddered.

“In what way do you speak of?” Thorne chuckled, flashing his white teeth.

“The way you’re looking at me now.” Starr exclaimed.

Thorne caressed her cheek with the palm of his hand, planting a passionate kiss upon her lips again, as he extinguished her cigarette.

“Come with me to New Orleans,” he murmured. “This town…is not for you,” he confessed, almost giving away his secrets of the night.

“Now, why would I run away to New Orleans with you?” She asked jokingly.

“Because, you know in your heart that is what you desire.” Thorne stated freely, staring into the depths of her eyes once again.

Starr’s head began to spin, unsure if it were from the champagne, or from staring into those piercing brown eyes of Thorne’s. Easing herself back into the sofa, she held her head.

“You don’t have to finish this,” Thorne insisted, taking the carafe of champagne from her, setting the carafe on the small table. “Leave with me Starr, now.” Thorne tried convincing her.

“Thorne, I have to work!” she insisted. “I’m right in the middle of my shift, and I make pretty damn good money here! I have bills, you know.”

“Fine!” Thorne exhaled sharply. “How much to take you out of here?” he inquired. “I’m not letting you go, only to have someone else snatch you away from me, like last night!” Starr could sense the rising anger within his voice.

“So, you entertain couples?” he grinned slyly, becoming aroused at the very thought of another woman going down on Starr’s pussy. In some clans, it was acceptable for two males to claim one female. Thorne, the alpha male of his pack would never allow another male to claim his mate, however, the thought of sharing her with another female made his cock throb. Truth be told, Thorne probably would be too greedy to share his woman with anyone.

“How much would it be to take you out of here? I want you with me tonight,” Thorne growled in a low voice, sliding his hand underneath her evening gown. His touch sent sensual currents of electricity through her body. Every nerve within made her body ache for his touch. Her nipples became aroused, and her pussy began to salivate.

Equally, Thorne developed a raging hard-on once again. Once more, the wolf howled for its freedom. It required much self-control for him not to mount her again. He sought seclusion for his mate. It would also allow him to search her body for the mark he thought she possessed.

“Haven’t you had your fill of me Thorne?” Starr asked, wanting to vex the dangerous man. For some strange reason, she wanted to live on the edge, wanted to experience more of the same sexual excitement she experienced earlier. The man was hot, and possessed mad skills. His hands, tongue, and cock made her climb the walls in many ways.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, Thorne pulled her head back, nibbling on her neck, running his tongue from below her earlobe, down to her clavicle. Starr felt as though she would over heat. Never quite feeling such intensity from someone just touching her, she grabbed hold of his arm, sinking her nails into his flesh. Growling, Thorne nipped Starr’s neck, sliding his hand towards her wet heat. Allowing his fingers to slip into her flesh, he moaned, and then nipped her neck. Starr gyrated her hips, moaning softly.

“Ummm, slick with want,” Thorne growled, as he softly manipulated her clit with his finger, bathing it in Starr’s hot juices. Stopping, he stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking on it. She thought his eyes to be brown, lately they glowed golden brown, almost yellow. Perhaps she drank too much tonight, and should slow down.

“Go get your belongings, now.” Thorne commanded. “I plan to make the necessary arrangements at the bar. I’m staying at a hotel across town. Starr stood up, smoothing her wrinkled gown, looking Thorne in the eyes, losing herself in them once again.

“I’ll be waiting for you at the front of the bar,” Thorne said, not allowing her to leave before he kissed her for what seemed like an eternity.

“Give me fifteen minutes; I will be out to meet you.” She said.

“Hurry, don’t keep me waiting,” Thorne said, slapping Starr on her voluptuous rear-end.

* * * *

Starr hurried quickly to the dressing room, at the opposite end of the bar. A tall, sinister, but good-looking man approached her, wanting to buy her a drink. He had black shoulder length hair with red streaks. His eyes appeared to glow within the darkness of the club. Something awakened within Starr. Instinct leading her to believe this man was the epitome of evil, and she would be destroyed forever if he ever had his chance to get her alone.

“I’m sorry, I’m with someone,” Starr said breathlessly.

“Perhaps I can take his place,” the strange man suggested, raising a brow at her. His temper slowly rising. As he looked into her eyes, Starr became unaware of her surroundings. Feeling as though she were caught in an endless tunnel, her mind suddenly was not her own. A picture of the man consuming her naked flesh as she lie beneath him invaded her mind. She was his plaything, he, her master. She would bend to his every desire, his every whim. He would use her as he saw fit, sharing her with others. The feeling of prickly heat danced over every inch of her skin, moisture beaded her pussy, and her breathing intensified.

“Starr!” Thorne’s voice snapped her out of the control the man had upon her. She knew the man controlled her, wanted her. He would simply add her to his collection of “toys,” nothing more.

“Raphael!” Thorne spat venomously, standing between Starr and the sinister stranger. “Get the fuck away from her, now!” Thorne growled, ready to pounce upon the man.

‘Well Thorne, what brings you to this city?” Raphael asked in a sarcastic tone.

“None of your business, vampire!” Thorne spat, slightly pushing wide-eyed Starr to the side. She just did not hear Thorne call the man a vampire!

“Is she your new mate, my friend?” Raphael grinned. “She hardly seems to be your type, after all Thorne, she is a whore! I thought you were better than that.” The vampire laughed.

“Watch your mouth Raphael, lest I break our pact and rip your fucking head off at this very moment in time!”

Enraged, Starr made her way from behind Thorne, cursing at the top of her lungs,

“Who are you calling a whore, asshole!” she spat.

“You will pay for your rudeness. I will tear you apart from the inside out, you little bitch!” he spat, cursing her. Hatred etched upon his face, Thorne closed in on Raphael, but the man vanished in the blink of an eye.

“What was that all about? Was that a friend of yours?” Starr asked, rolling her eyes. “You know, I’m not going anywhere with you. For all I know, I could be found in a dumpster somewhere tomorrow.”

“You will come with me Starr, Thorne insisted. “Your life depends on it now, and I’m the only one who can keep you safe from harm.”

“Yeah, right! What kind of harm are you speaking of?” she scolded, turning on her heel to retreat to the dressing room. Grabbing her arm, Thorne pulled her to him.

“I’m dead serious Starr; you need to come with me.” Trying to convince her she was in danger was like pulling teeth. A part of him wanted to sling her over his shoulders, carrying her out as she kicked and screamed.

“Starr, are you having problems with this man? Clint, the bouncer asked. Starr looked up at Thorne, and then glanced over at Clint. Deep down inside, something was screaming at her to stay close to Thorne. If not, she would never see the light of day; she knew this deep in her heart.

“No Clint, I’m fine. He actually saved me from that asshole that was here a few moments ago. He was the one who started the trouble. I tried telling him I was with someone else, but he refused to listen. I’m so sorry about this. I hope we didn’t cause any trouble.”

A drunken dancer who looked to be in her forties grabbed Starr by her hand, saying, “Nest time, kick em in the balls!” raising her glass in a toast, nearly falling off her bar stool. “Honey, you can’t let these men push you round, like you’rre their property or somthin,” the woman slurred.

“Jeanette, I think you’ve had more than your fair share of Jack and Coke tonight.” Randy said, snatching the glass from the woman. “Now see, Clint will have to drive you home again tonight!”

“Come on Starr, get dressed and let me pay you out! Don’t keep this gentleman waiting any longer, get the hell out of here girl!” insisted Randy. “You take good care of her man,” Randy said. “Don’t make me hunt you down and kick your ass!”

Thorne shot Randy a chilling glance, making the hair stand erect on the back of the bartender’s neck. Thorne whipped out his wallet, and laid ten one hundred dollar bills on the bar. Afterwards, he gave Randy a large tip, just so he would be able to accompany Starr into the dressing room, in case Raphael decided to materialize while she dressed.

The women were ruthless. While Thorne waited for Starr to dress, breasts were unleashed, as were thongs. Thorne, turned off by their behavior, cringed at the sight of them under the bright lights. A few even tried to convince Starr to have Thorne by them out as well, just to make easy money and have the rest of the night off.

“Come on Starr, why don’t you cut us in on some of the action!” Claudia coaxed. “Remember, when I pulled you in on one of my customers last week?”

“Claudia, this is totally different situation, so kindly back the fuck off!” Starr demanded, throwing on a long classy dress, not bothering to put on any thongs. She was actually pissed at Claudia, not because she wanted payback for helping Starr to make money, but she actually viewed Thorne as “hers.”

“Well, aren’t we being greedy Starr! You remember the next time I pull you in on a good customer!”

“Hey Claudia, I didn’t ask for you to do that. There have been many times when I pulled you in on my customers, so the way I see it, we are even! Now, this conversation is over!” Pissed off, Claudia stormed to the other side of the dressing room.

She found herself wanting to rip out throats of the ones who approached him, trying to cop a feel to his cock or ass. Who could blame them, after all, he was packed tightly packed in those leather pants, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Sensing Starr’s jealousy, Thorne shot the other women “a look.” There was no need for communication. He could be a threat to anyone, when he wanted. As with Randy, the cold stare sent chills down their spines. Pleased in knowing how willing Starr was to kick ass for him caused a slight grin to form upon his face. There was no doubt in his mind she felt the same intensity towards him as he did her.

Once outside, Starr began asking questions. The strange aura hanging over the town permeated Thorne’s senses. Scanning the area, he could sense the presence of the vampire, watching their every move. The streets were crowded, but it did not matter. Vampires moved swiftly amongst humans in the most crowded parts of cities.

“Alright Thorne, talk to me!” Starr demanded. “How do you know that man that was here earlier? Are you taking me to him, is this some kind of plan you two have in order to have sex with you both?” Thorne picked up his pace, aggravated by Starr’s words.

“Damn it Thorne, slow down!” she called out.

“Wow, you are really paranoid Starr,” Thorne growled. She had succeeded in making him want to throttle her. He spun around, allowing her to see his yellowish eyes, damn near scaring the living hell out of her.

“What the hell was that?” She asked, trying to catch a glimpse of his eyes again. “What are you Thorne, and why did you call that man, Raphael a vampire?” Starr demanded. “Thorne, what the hell is going on here? Thorne! Answer me damn it! Starr demanded impatiently.

Continuing to ignore her, Thorne grabbed her wrist, trying to hurry her. He would deal with her later within the confinement of the hotel room. She had a mouth on her that required discipline in the most seductive ways. The thought of blindfolding, gagging, and binding her seemed like a very good idea now.

Approaching Thorne’s rental car, he quickly ushered her in from the driver’s side, slipping into the leather seat once he was certain she was safe from harm. Starting the car, Thorne seized an opportunity to dart out into traffic.

“I’m sure you know there was something strange about him.” Thorne insisted. “You continue to deny the truth in spite of what you saw with your very own eyes. Tell me how you felt, and I’ll say you’re crazy for ignoring the truth Starr. As for me, what do you think I am?”

Starr studied the man, a sinking feeling developing in her stomach. Something was not right about the sinister man who made the hair on the back of her neck stand at attention. Something definitely was not right about Thorne. He had a similar effect upon Starr when staring into his eyes; however, Thorne was not evil. Thorne instigated arousal, something vaguely familiar about him. He was also a man of power and dominance, used to running things his way. She could tell, where he came from; he was someone of great importance.

“Thorne, was that man a vampire?” Starr asked in a shaky voice. Her words alone evoked goose pimples upon her flesh. She stared out the window, waiting for his response to confirm she was not insane.

“Yes, that was Raphael, leader of the vampire clan from my hometown of New Orleans.” Thorne said dryly. “Upon my arrival here, I did not sense a vampire for miles. I did sense a certain negative vibe, possibly, because vampires inhabit your city from time to time. He must have followed me here!” Thorne shook his head in disgust.

“Now Thorne, what brings you here? Starr inquired. “Please be honest with me, I’m feeling like….

Yes, I know what you are feeling Starr! Thorne growled. It is your instincts, warning you about Raphael. You knew he meant you harm in the club. Had you left, he would have destroyed you, forever!”

“Why are you so interested in me Thorne? What are your plans for me?” Starr asked, her voice quivering with fear.

“I’m not going to hurt you Starr; I’m here to protect you. You will need to stick by me, and listen to everything I tell you.” Thorne was grateful he had marked her; however, in doing so, Raphael took that as a challenge, an invitation.

“I’m sensing something else Thorne.” Starr pushed. “What are you? I know damn well you are not human. Are you a vampire too, or some sort of demon? She asked, holding her breath.

“No, I’m a werewolf!” Thorne stated.

“What?” Starr asked, scooting as close to the door as she could.

“Starr, I’m not going to hurt you. Trust your instincts. Trust what happened in the club. I could have done anything to you in that champagne room. Think about it!” Thorne spoke sternly.

“I’m sorry Thorne,” she confessed. “I thought something was up with you while on stage. You exude a certain aura about you. Damn Thorne, a werewolf?” She questioned, still not believing her ears.

Exhaling sharply, Thorne arrived to the hotel, allowing the valet to park as opposed to utilizing the underground parking garage; it would be an open invitation to the vampires. Starr and Thorne walked through the lobby of the hotel, eventually reaching the elevators. On the ride up to the 12th floor, Starr stood close to Thorne, shaking. In an effort to comfort her, he placed his arm around her shoulder. The doors opened up, allowing them to enter an empty hallway. Carefully scanning his surroundings, Thorne could not sense a vampire anywhere within the vicinity.

Finally reaching the room, Thorne and Starr entered, turning on the lights, and flopping on the bed after setting down Starr’s belongings.

“What the hell are you carrying in that case?” Thorne asked wide-eyed. “I fear I could never tell you to travel light!”

“I need these things!” Starr exclaimed. I have make-up, a change of clothing, and some shoes. I even have my outfits.”

“I told you Starr, you won’t be returning to that club ever again. You wouldn’t be safe there anyway, and there are issues far more pressing, especially now!”

“Thorne, what do you want with me?” Tell me, now! What is Raphael going to try to do, kill me?” Starr demanded.

“Yes, but I’ll kill him first, he won’t lay a hand on you.” Thorne insisted.

“Go to sleep, I’ll keep watch over you Starr. I just have one request.” Thorne said sheepishly. “What the hell is your name?”

“Oh, alright, if you must know, my name is Melanie Jackson.” She replied.

“Hmmm, pretty name, don’t know why you resisted telling before,” Thorne chuckled, glancing over at her. “Now I must train myself to call you Melanie. Yeah, I like that name, much better than Starr.” He inhaled, stretching.

“I’m so sleepy, Melanie muttered, scooting up on the bed. “Shit, I really need a shower,” she insisted. “Do you think you can relax enough to allow me to shower?” she joked.

“Go on, everything is safe, I assure you.” Thorne comforted. “Hurry back, don’t keep me waiting too long woman.” He murmured in a husky voice, becoming aroused.

“Why don’t you join me Thorne,” Melanie pleaded with her eyes, freeing herself from the dress. She had not bothered to put on a bra, either. Her full breasts tantalized him, causing his cock to harden instantly. Inhaling her musky scent caused the wolf within to go crazy.

“Lay down on the bed,” Thorne commanded, his nostrils flaring, staring at Melanie with much intensity. “I don’t think we’ll make it to the shower tonight,” he breathed, pulling her close to his body. She was beautiful he noticed in the light. Her beautiful skin was soft, and inviting. She had a healthy, hourglass figure, high cheekbones, and full pouty lips. The moisture pooling between her thighs brought him to his knees.

Freeing himself from the restraint of his clothing, Thorne pushed Melanie onto the bed, making her lie on her stomach. Straddling her, he allowed his cock to rest between her voluptuous ass cheeks while he nipped at her back and neck. His teeth, grazing her skin caused her to burn with ecstasy.

Thorne kissed and licked every inch of her body, unable to find her mark. Moans of ecstasy escaped Melanie’s lips as she felt Thorne tremble on top of her. Sensing her need, he took her from behind, filling her with his thick hardness. Bucking her hips, Melanie’s moans grew louder.

“Harder Thorne, fuck me harder,” she breathed, supporting herself on her elbows, sticking her ass up, and grinding into Thorne’s cock. Reaching around, Thorne cupped her breasts, excited by the sound of his balls slapping against her ass cheeks. Pulling her hair, Thorne nibbled at her neck, fucking her so hard, causing her pussy to spasm. Never mind, the amount of time, the heated fucking was what they both needed, to quench their carnal desires, for now. Collapsing in a sweaty heap, they lay, enter-twined in one another’s arms.

Thorne reached for his leather pants, pulling out his cigarettes, lighting one for Melanie and one for him.

Melanie noticed for the first time the scars that decorated his arms. Some were on his chest as well.

“What happened to you? She asked. “Were you in some sort of accident, or a fight?”

I’ve been in my fair share of fights, with vampires, and werewolves, and other creatures unknown to humans.” Thorne said dryly, piercing her soul with his eyes.

“What do you mean; creatures unknown to humans?” Melanie asked, clutching the comforter. You seem to believe what you speak of,” she murmured, praying it was not true.

“Ah Melanie, it is ignorant of humans to believe that they are the only species who dwell upon this earth. You know, as I child, when your parents spoke of things that go “bump” in the night? Well, believe it. In New Orleans, there are beings that exist within swamps, cemeteries, and other places humans do not suspect. Well, I should not say all humans are ignorant to supernatural presence. There are quite a few who possess the gift of “knowing.”

“Have you always been a werewolf?” Melanie asked.

“Yes, my ancestors derive from the sacred pack of the Black Claw Clan. We are descendants of the Wendigo, and at one point in time, were almost extinct. Our clan possesses more males than females; it has been that way for years.”

“Wendigos, aren’t they derived from Algonquian mythology? Melanie asked in awe.

“Yes, to be exact, I’m Chippewa. Centuries ago, my family migrated to New Orleans to blend in with the creatures of the night, so to speak.” Thorne grinned, flashing his bright smile. “Wendigos nearly became extinct, due to starvation in Canada. Every now and again, I return to Canada, however, it pales in comparison to New Orleans. Perhaps it is the fact that I was born in New Orleans.”

“Wow, such a man of mystery,” Melanie grinned. You really have some heavy blood ties going on. Amazing, I would never have imagined such creatures could exist.”

“You will come to realize that many things do exist, especially if you hang around me long enough,” Thorne chuckled. “Now, get some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us, we’re checking out early and heading to the airport at 8 a.m. sharp!”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Melanie murmured, shaking her head while looking at Thorne.

“Well, believe it” Thorne insisted. “If you stay here, Raphael will claim you as his. Vampires are vile and disgusting, well, some of them are, depending upon their origins, and how well they have tamed their lust for blood. Our Black Claw clan has the same cross to bear. I’m sure you are aware that Wendigos were cannibals. It took an insurmountable amount of strength to control that bloodlust within our clan.” Catching Melanie nodding off, Thorne reached for the lamp, snapping Melanie out of sleep.

“No Thorne, please leave the light on. I’ll be honest, I’m scared shitless. I don’t want some vampire draining my blood and controlling my mind. After those moments of Raphael possessing my mind and body, I felt drained, like an empty shell, almost soulless!” Melanie’s voice rose high in excitement.

“Get some sleep Melanie,” Thorne coaxed softly, pulling the covers over her. “I will explain more to you tomorrow.”

“What do you plan to do while I’m sleeping?” Melanie asked.

“I’ll be keeping watch,” Thorne said in a serious tone, before kissing her on the cheek.

* * * *

Downstairs in the vacant lobby of the hotel, an eerie black mist crept along the floor, out of sight from the clerk at the front desk...

(To be continued – Part 2 Out 11/2009 at Night Owl Romance – www.nightowlromance.com – This will be a free read!)

Wolf's Obsession Part 2

Thorne's senses alerted him to the impeding danger. Surely Raphael wasn't fool enough to follow him to the hotel room. Thorne was prepared if the fiend was stupid enough to put up a fight, alerting the humans within the hotel to the world of vampires and werewolves.

Slowly, Thorne stalked into the sitting room ready to shift into wolf form, the ancient Wendigo watching, waiting…He'd do anything to protect his mate. Upon seeing the black menacing mist slowly filter underneath the door of the hotel room, Thorne growled a warning. Shocked, he realized Raphael was not the vampire boldly entering his dwelling.

The black mist slowly transformed into that of a tall muscular figure. The magnificent looking fellow possessed eyes of obsidian, a flawless caramel complexion, and dread locks that hung well past his shoulders raised his brow in question to Thorne. There seemed to be something utterly familiar about the noble looking gentleman standing before Thorne, only he couldn't understand how, as he was certain he'd never laid eyes upon the man before now.

“Do you truly think it's wise to drag my daughter off to New Orleans?” The man asked in a deep menacing voice, his dark eyes almost piercing Thorne's façade. I'm Donovan Jackson, Melanie's father.” The man introduced himself, folding his arms across his large chest.

“Daughter?” Thorne asked, suddenly realizing why the man seemed so familiar.

“Yes, you plan to drag my daughter to New Orleans into the heart of a war that has raged between vampires and werewolves for centuries? She would be vulnerable. Already, you have led that rogue vampire and his clan to my city, endangering my clan, and my family.”

“Melanie mentioned she wasn't close to her family, I had no idea….Wait a minute, you're a vampire, so that means, Melanie….”

“Yes, young wolf. Melanie is half vampire, although she denies it. She didn't tell you?” Donovan asked as he slowly paced back and forth, his eyes never leaving Thorne's gaze. “Has she told you anything about her mother and me?”

“No, she never went into any specifics.”

“You should know, her mother, my wife is a werewolf as well, although from a different clan than yours.” Donovan confessed. “It would appear that you and Melanie need to have a little heart to heart instead of getting it on in some hole in the wall club.” Donovan gritted his teeth, his eyes starting to glow.

“Your daughter is a grown woman Donovan. Apparently, there is a reason why she denies who and what she is.” Thorne said defensively. “I sensed wolf within her, I had no idea she was part vampire. That's probably what attracted Raphael to her.”

“Apparently you don't know the danger you and Melanie face if you return to New Orleans.”

“My clan is there, we can face any threat that may present itself. My brother….

“You and Melanie aren't returning to New Orleans,” Donovan bellowed. “She's my daughter, and I'm telling you she'll be in danger if she returns to your city. I find it pathetic, vampires and werewolves battling over territory, senseless indeed. No wonder your clan is nearing extinction.” Donovan snarled.

“How dare you! You know nothing of my clan!” Thorne snarled.

“How dare you approach my daughter!” Donovan hissed, his eyes glowing with rage.

“Enough!!”

Like two kids caught with their hands in a cookie jar, Donovan and Thorne whirled around to see Melanie standing at the entrance to the bedroom and sitting room. She had slipped on the dress she wore from the club, and now she stood, her chest rising and falling uncontrollably. Clenching her fists together, Melanie's eyes glowed yellow, and her fangs elongated. Thorne was caught off guard by his lover's appearance.

“Melanie calm yourself.” Donovan said gently.

“How dare you come here father? Have you been spying on me again? Go home to mother!” Melanie snarled.

“I suggest you watch your tongue with me child, I'm still your father even though you choose not to acknowledge me as such!” Donovan growled.

“I'm a grown woman! Please just go away.” Melanie spoke through clenched teeth as her eyes returned to normal and her fangs retracted. Her body shook at the transformation that had almost taken place.

“Melanie, why did you go out of your way to hide this from me?” Thorne asked, approaching her.

“Maybe I wanted a normal life Thorne. Everything you spoke of in New Orleans exists here, only without the violence. Here in Charm City, vampires and werewolves coexist peacefully.” She murmured, sitting on the loveseat.

“Why do you not acknowledge your parents Melanie,” Thorne asked. You're lucky to have them around; I wish my parents were still alive.” He admitted. “They can provide you with so much guidance. I don't understand, why did you pretend not to know of vampires and werewolves? When were you going to tell me?” Thorne asked impatiently.

“Raphael did sense something about me at the club. I could feel it! Fortunately, he couldn't pick up on anything thanks to the cloaking spell my mother placed on me to hide the hybrid side of me, Melanie explained.

“We don't like our presence to be known Thorne.” Donovan admitted. “We watch the city and fight only when we must. I told you we don't make war, not in this city. Both clans thrive well here in Charm City. We live many miles away in seclusion and peace without any problems from the outside world.”

“You didn't sense the wolf within me Thorne, because I wouldn't allow it. When you arrived, you thought I was an ordinary human.” Melanie admitted. “I sensed something about you, knew you were somehow dangerous, but…

“But, you were clouding your senses with alcohol while working in that shithole!” Donovan hissed. “I told you to stay away from that place and keep your senses about you Melanie! Drinking isn't going to change who you are! You can't escape it, you need to grow up and acknowledge who and what you are, and where you come from! And you young wolf, your senses were clouded because of your obsession to find a mate.”

“Don't judge me vampire!” Thorne snarled. “I sensed Melanie in New Orleans, she drew me here!”

“That would be the wolf within her, duh!” Donovan replied sarcastically, staring at his daughter.

Thorne's eyes narrowed, preparing to retaliate against the vampire's words, ultimately he acquisieced, a feeling of dread clinging to every fiber of his being.

Sighing, Melanie folded her arms, avoiding her father's menacing look, tuning him out like she'd done in the very beginning. “I'm nothing more than hybrid, a freak!” Melanie breathed. “I want a normal life!”

“Did you truly think you would have a normal life in New Orleans?” Thorne asked, slowly walking around the room, hands shoved into his leather pants. Melanie, as much as I hate to say this, I agree with your father. I can't take you back to New Orleans with me. Now that I know the truth, I understand why Raphael has a special interest in you.”

“You marked me tonight, didn't you?” Melanie smiled, approaching Thorne.

“Yeah, the selfish young pup marked you. I can smell it!” Donovan hissed, rolling his eyes at Thorne. “Come on, you two must come with me, as it will be safer. Thorne my friend, there is much you will learn about us.” Donovan looked upon Thorne, not as an enemy, but someone he could pass his on his knowledge to. Lord knew the young man needed someone to guide him and his dwindling pack. He quickly studied the battle wounds on the young man's arms, wondering how many senseless fights he'd been in over territory and power throughout the years.

“Come on Melanie, get your things.” Thorne said, gathering his clothes from the dresser drawers.

“Wise decision,” Donovan said.

“And Donovan, I'd appreciate it if you would stop calling me a young pup. I'm the Alpha leader of my clan and will not be disrespected, not even by my mate's father. I will respect you sir, as this is the way my parents have raised me. Know this, if we are ever to do battle, I will never back down from you.” Thorne said, never breaking his gaze.

Donovan stood for a moment, his eyes fixated upon Thorne's, realizing he would have retaliated in the same manner, especially being a leader of his clan. A brief smile formed upon the vampire's lips before he turned, leaving the room.

“I think that means he likes you Thorne. So, I guess you'll get to meet my mother.” Melanie said sheepishly. “She's actually tougher than my father.

“Wonderful, just what I needed to hear,” Thorne said, shaking his head.

“Do you regret coming here?” Melanie asked, holding her head down.

Flinging his backpack over his shoulder, Thorne walked over to Melanie, placing his index finger under chin. “No, not for a moment my sweet one.” He said in a husky voice. I'll face whatever challenge I must to have you remain by my side.”

* * * * * * *

Silence hung heavily in the car as Thorne concentrated on his driving. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Melanie staring at him.

“Something wrong?” he asked, quickly glancing over at her.

“Are you upset with me?” Melanie asked.

“I was at first, but not now.” Thorne admitted.

“Actually Thorne, I should be upset with you.” Melanie chuckled.

“Why?”

“Well, here I was trying to lead a normal life… as normal as any vampire-werewolf hybrid could, and you stroll in, totally rocking my world.” Melanie confessed.

“How does that make you feel Melanie? ” Thorne asked inquisitively.

“I'm not sure. I'm torn Thorne. The feelings you invoked within me were dormant until your arrival. Then there was Raphael. His hold on me was intense back at the club. It felt as though he somehow crept under my skin, and I was forced to relinquish control over to him.” Melanie confessed.

“I marked you Melanie, but apparently your vampire side overrode that. I hate to ask this, but what happens if Raphael bites you?” Thorne asked.

“That is the reason why my father is taking us under his protection Thorne. Raphael now seeks me out and won't stop until he claims me, or eventually until I…”

Thorne didn't even wait for Melanie to complete her sentence.

“Or eventually until you choose between us?” Thorne asked, raising his brow. Anger rushed through him, causing him to grip the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. The wolf within howled with pain and anger at the threat of Raphael claiming his mate.

“Unfortunately Thorne, my vampire and wolf blood will pull me in both directions until I choose a mate, and my father knows that. He has experience in cases such as this. Oh, turn left here please.”

“Cases?” Thorne asked as he made a left turn in a large green path, with trees on either side. The area was secluded, causing Thorne's senses to sharpen.

“Yes, this could not end smoothly.” Melanie murmured regretfully.

After driving on the grassy pathway for a few miles, Thorne's temper began to rise. His keen senses alerted him to vampires and werewolves lurking in the shadows, which brought him to ask himself why he hadn't sensed Raphael or Donovan when he first arrived to the club.

“I think we must have made a wrong turn somewhere Melanie.” Thorne said, as agitation began to set in.

“No, we're headed in the right direction.” Melanie smiled.

The grassy pathway was endless, nothing existing within the distance with the exception of trees, night sky, and more trees. The strong vampire and werewolf presence forced Thorne to stay alert. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw shadows move quickly in different directions. Among the trees, yellow eyes peered at them as they drove. “Alright Melanie, I can sense them, but where the hell does your clan live exactly?” Thorne asked.

“Thorne, you aren't exactly a patient man, are you?” Melanie asked. “Keep driving and you'll find out.”

As soon as Melanie completed her sentence, a blinding flash of light assaulted their eyes. Eventually the grassy pathway turned into a large neighborhood of elegantly crafted log cabin homes belonging to vampires and werewolves. Thorne looked on in amazement as he shook his head, feeling as though he'd step through some type of void.

“Melanie, what the hell just happened?” Thorne asked. “I'm not feeling too well.” The man said, holding his hand to his head.

“Thorne, it's alright. This area is safely hidden away from those outside our clan. Humans, vampires, nor werewolves can pick up on our location,” Melanie slowly explained.

“So, this is where vampires and werewolves coexist peacefully?” Thorne asked in disbelief. “Come on Melanie, this is ridiculous. What is this, some type of witchcraft?” Thorne asked, admiring how each cabin was nestled among trees. Surely this must have helped vampires avoid extra sunlight slipping through the windows. The neighborhood appeared to be out of some fantasy storybook.

“Be that as it may, don't let father here you say that. He has spent his entire existence maintaining peace among vampires and werewolves. It has worked out well over the centuries.” Melanie spoke proudly.

“Funny how just a few short hours ago, you were ready to run from your father Melanie.” Thorne said.

“Well, perhaps I'm finally listening to my instincts Thorne. It drove me insane to see you two arguing like little kids. I don't know, something just came over me I guess. I'm feeling confused and emotional and I hate those feelings. I like to be in control over my situation. Last night, I felt like I knew what I wanted, needed…Now, I'm not so sure…of anything.” Melanie confessed.

“We've just entered the gate into our clan. You can't sense it because you aren't from…well, there is a reason why that barrier is up, and mother can explain it to you better than I can.” Melanie said hesitantly. “Also, I have reasons why I've avoided my father. He was always so strict with me, and I just couldn't deal with it. Mother has a better understanding of me, and I can relate to her more.”

“Now your father has me curious. I need to learn, to understand how the hell vampires and werewolves exist in peace. It just doesn't seem natural Melanie.” Thorne said, stroking the patch of hair within the cleft of his chin.

Don't worry Thorne, soon enough you will understand things. Now, this is my parents' house Thorne.” Melanie said, pointing to an elegant large three-story log cabin styled home, a myriad of large trees pushing it further into seclusion. In the driveway sat a jeep and a sports car.

“Let me guess, the sports car is your father's, right?” Thorne mused.

“No, actually, the sports car belongs to my mother.” Melanie laughed.

The two got out of the car, and approached the door just in time for it to open. The living room was large, and dimly lit. A hint of coffee, spice, and musk hung heavily in the air, and the wooden walls were adorned with family pictures. Ming vases were displayed proudly, along with a few items from the Victorian era. Thorne felt as though he were stepping back in time to several different cultures.

“Well, it's about time you two finally got here!” Donovan snapped, urging the couple to sit down on the sofa. “Natalie, they're here!” he called out. “Took them a while, but they're here!”

The Jackson's home was a large beautifully crafted maplewood cabin. After crossing over the threshold of the Jackson's home, one would come into contact with exquisite furnishings. Melanie's mother was a collector of Chinese vases, many of them, gifts from Donovan when they lived in China during the Ming Dynasty.

From what Thorne could tell, Donovan and Melanie's mother must have lived for quite some time simply because of the tell tale knick- knacks that simply could not have been from modern times. A beautiful oil painting of Melanie's parents, crafted in a gold Victorian frame tastefully adorned the space over the fireplace. Donovan towered over his wife, looking elegant as ever, held his wife's hand. The background of the oil painting appeared to have taken place in Greece Thorne decided, since they were standing next to a magnificent Greek Parthenon. To the left were sturdy wooden stairs, leading to the third level of the Jackson's beautiful home.

A tall, biracial woman emerged from the kitchen. The expression on her face brightened as she ran to Melanie with open arms. The two women embraced one another for what seemed like countless hours.

“Damn, I didn't get a greeting like that!” Donovan sneered. “I guess my baby girl doesn't love her blood-sucking father anymore.” He said, trying to lay a guilt trip on Melanie.

“Oh Donovan, stop it. You can't blame her for what she's going through.” The woman said.

“This is my wife, Natalie.” Donovan said to Thorne. “Natalie, this is the thorn in my side…um, I mean Thorne, Melanie's…. mate!” Donovan growled deeply, casting a dark look at the young man. Thorne's eyes began to blaze yellow and Donovan's incisors lengthened, his eyes burning blood red.

“Alright, dammit!,” Natalie yelled out loud. “You too will need to work your differences out amongst yourselves! This is ridiculous. Donovan, did you bring them here to argue with Thorne? If you continue to act like a child, I'll treat you like one and throw your ass out of the house! I'm not playing now!

Thorne immediately pulled back, out of sheer concern for Melanie. Donovan acquiesced, even though he was unable to fight the animosity he felt towards Thorne for endangering his daughter. A part of him liked the young man, but Donovan failed to see how the man made it this far as pack leader. Thorne must not have known there was more to his existence than fighting vampires over territory.

“Alright Natalie, but you know my feelings.” Donovan said, calming himself.

“Come on, I've made some coffee for us. Everyone, let's sit so we can discuss things.” Natalie said.

Natalie quickly retreated into the kitchen, returning with a carafe of coffee and four cups on a large tray. An older, lighter version of Melanie, the woman was graceful as she was smart, quickly setting down the tray for everyone to help themselves.

“Now Thorne,” Natalie said, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “I'm sure you know our Melanie is a hybrid.” The woman smiled proudly, glancing at her daughter.

“Yes ma'am, I just recently found out,” Thorne said, shifting his gaze towards Melanie.

“Has Melanie told you anything else about her heritage?” Natalie asked.

“No Mrs. Jackson, she hasn't.” Thorne said, puzzled. “I understand she is a hybrid, but that doesn't change how I feel about her. I wish her to be my mate, but I need to protect her from Raphael.”

“I'm going to explain something to you young man. Only because of the good I sense within you.” Natalie began.

“Nat, don't do it.” Donovan warned. “What about other vampires who may venture here, trying to start a war? Even worse, what about the hunters?” the brooding vampire asked, tapping his claws on the wooden table.

“Hunters?” Thorne asked, his senses sharpening.

“Yes, humans who hunt vampire and werewolves, or anything else out of the ordinary they feel shouldn't exist.” Donovan sneered. “I've come in contact with many of them in my time.”

“Donovan Jackson, you should know I call them as I see them. I know you're distrusting because that's your baby girl. She's my baby girl too, but he has to know about her.” Natalie insisted.

Thorne glanced over at Melanie, raising an eyebrow. Melanie averted her gaze to the brick fireplace, breaking out into a sweat. Life as she knew it no longer existed. It was now time for her to embrace her ancestry, fully. If she truly intended to accept Thorne as a mate, she would need to be completely honest with him.

“Go on Melanie,” Natalie pushed. “Tell him!”

“Tell me what?” Thorne asked, trying to swallow the huge knot in his throat. An uneasy feeling penetrated his aura, and the blood in his veins turned cold, warning him that something wasn't quite right.

“Melanie has magical powers, just like her mother.” Donovan interrupted, his dark eyes fixated upon Natalie's with warning.

“Oh, you mean like that special entrance that keeps these grounds out of plain sight from others outside your clan.” Thorne said, stroking his chin. “Melanie informed me of that when we first arrived. Is that the big secret Mrs. Jackson?” Thorne asked. “I'm no stranger to magic. My grandfather is the Shaman of our clan, and still tries to instill “the old ways” within us.”

“Yes Thorne, Melanie has magical powers.” Natalie said through gritted teeth as her eyes turned black, shooting an “I'll get you later” look at her husband who sat smugly with his arms crossed. “She inherited them through me, a trait our clan possesses.” Natalie said, choosing her words wisely as she picked up on the vibe that now just wasn't the time for Thorne to know of their daughter's true ancestral blood. Aside from Melanie being a hybrid, there was just one more fact Thorne would have to accept.

In addition, when they came on their heat, Melanie and Thorne were to be locked in the steel cage downstairs during the full moon. Thorne would have to pass the test to see if he was worthy of fathering Melanie's pups one day. This was the way of Natalie and Melanie's clan.

Melanie looked over at her father, shooting him a look of relief. Her father had stepped in, saving her from possibly losing Thorne. If he found out the truth of her heritage, it was quite possible he'd never accept her for who and what she truly was. Her entire life she felt she was a freak of nature, although there were other hybrids who accepted their heritage without fail. Somehow, Melanie could never quite come to terms with things. Seeking life as a dancer, she fulfilled her strong powerful sexual lusts with clients, male and female whenever they bought her out. Who would have known her life would change forever after crossing paths with Thorne the evening before. She had half-hoped she would continue dancing, never having to change her life, until she met Thorne Cloudfeather.

“Alright, so that's settled,” Donovan said. “Sun's almost up, and it's time for me to retire,” he said stretching his arms above his head, and exhaling with a sharp hiss. “Come on Natalie. Uh oh, almost forgot. I don't want any hanky panky going on up in my house, is that clear?” Donovan Jackson demanded. “I know you are grown Melanie, but if the urge strikes, take it outdoors!”

Stifling a giggle, Melanie had allowed her father to penetrate her hard shell, and for the first time in years, she felt close to him.

* * * * * * *

“What do you mean you couldn't find them?” Raphael roared at Darius, one of his clan members. Darius, the same height as Raphael growled in anger as Raphael chastised him. His eyes, glowing like golden embers, Darius ran his fingers through his blond hair, which came just above his shoulders. Darius proceeded to explain himself, something he had grown tired of over the past two years.

“I'm telling you Raphael, they disappeared into thin air. Where were you, why weren't you tracking them?” Darius hissed. “I'm not your lackey man!”

“You dare speak to me in that tone Darius? Have you forgotten the times I saved your ass? If it weren't for me, Thorne would have turned you to dust last week!” Raphael spat.

Darius clenched his jaws tightly together, looking through Raphael as though he weren't standing before him. There just seemed to be no respect for a newly turned vampire. Originally from California, the man had been the victim of a car-jacking while traveling through New Orleans. Darius was thrown into the streets, left for dead until Raphael found him and granted him the gift of immortality. Darius, or Jeff McKeegan had very few family members left. After siring Jeff, Raphael named him Darius. Within the next few evenings, Raphael showed Darius how to hunt and kill without mercy. Raphael tracked down the perpetrators responsible for the car jacking, coaxing Darius to take his revenge; reluctantly, Darius did. Everywhere Raphael traveled, he left death and destruction in his wake.

It was much later when Darius regretted his existence as a vampire. Somehow, death seemed much more inviting than the sewers, clubs, and the bayous of New Orleans. Death had to be more inviting than enduring the cruelty of a monster such as Raphael.

“Raphael, why do we never adhere to the pact between you and Thorne? Don't you think life would be easier, and the wolves wouldn't harass us so much?” Darius asked.

“Are you questioning me Darius? I half-agreed to what Thorne wanted. He and his damned brother, Storm nearly wiped out my best vampires! That's the only reason why I turned your sorry ass when I found you half-dead.” Raphael hissed. “So far your service to me has proved useless as tits on a bull!”

Darius hissed, his eyes glowing a pale gold. Raphael swiftly turned, eyes glowing hideously red. Grabbing the newly turned vamp around the neck, he slammed the man against the sewer wall. Darius hissed as his spine cracked against the concrete. In vain, Darius clawed at Raphael's hand, but the man held him fast. He was more powerful, leaving Darius no match for him. Raphael was driven by rage, bloodlust, and pure evil. There was no reckoning with him, and no mercy from him.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn't rip your head from your pathetic body right now!” Raphael growled, drawing blood from Darius' neck. Eventually, he let the man go, but not before cracking his head against the wall, letting Darius know who the boss was. “Next time, I'll dust you myself!” Raphael hissed.

“I'm fucking sick and tired of living in sewers, bayous, and other fucking places a werewolf would never hang out at! I want the girl, his mate!” Raphael spat. Two other vampires from Raphael's clan joined the two men. “I want you all to search hi and low for Thorne and his whore.” Raphael said.

“Are you claiming her for your mate?” Danoir, a tall lanky vampire with short black spiky hair asked. “She's a fine piece of ass.” He added.

“No, I just want to fuck the shit of her before I drain her completely dry. You see gentlemen, this whore is priceless. Her blood…hmm,” Raphael leaned his head back in ecstasy at the thought of his canines driving deep into Melanie's throat. “Her sweet blood will give me powers beyond imagination,” Raphael growled. “You see Darius, while you were out and about, searching hi and low, as you put it. I managed to discover some valuable information about the dancer.

“What type of valuable information?” Danoir asked eagerly.

“She isn't human,” Raphael purred. “I thought I sensed something about her in the club. She was quite vulnerable to my power. If it weren't for Thorne, she'd be mine now. Pity though, I would have had to put her down anyway after discovering her heritage.

Darius' fists clenched tightly together, but relaxed a little as another vampire, Dane gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“What is she then?” Danoir asked.

“She's a fucking hybrid, half vampire, half werewolf,” Raphael answered between gritted teeth. “I struck a deal with a hunter tonight. Parts of her body will be sold on the black market. Her fangs, claws, and anything else deemed valuable by the hunters.” He added. “I've heard talk, here in this city which ultimately led me to the hunter. Her magical body will enhance charms, spells, and curses. The hunter will pay me a hefty price for delivering the hybrid whore to him.” Raphael laughed, bearing his fangs. “It's fucking beautiful and never ceases to amaze me how things always fall into place for me.”

“Why would you do that?” Darius asked. “We are all vampires, how could you sell out your own kind to a hunter? Wouldn't he do the same to you if given half the chance?” Darius asked, shocked and appalled at Raphael. This time the evil blood- sucker had gone too far.

“She's not my fucking kind! She's a fucking hybrid! If she were merely human, I would love to turn her into a full-blooded vampire, but now that I know she is part werewolf! Hell fucking no!” Raphael snorted. “And you need to keep your fucking mouth shut Darius, you're skating on thin ice with me as it is.”

“Alright, so what do we do now?” Danoir asked.

Raphael turned around, looking the men in their eyes. Having been a vampire since eighteen forty-nine, Raphael adapted quickly to his new existence once sired. Raphael migrated with his family from Europe to start a new life. His catalyst for doing so was money. One unfortunate evening after closing a business deal, he returned to his family, finding them slaughtered mercilessly by werewolves. Losing his mind, Raphael ran screaming like a mad man deep within the woods, disturbing a vampire dining upon a weary traveler. Raphael quickly found himself alone with an empty black void where his heart once beat after that vampire sired him. From that night on, he swore damnation to all werewolves.

“Find her, kill Thorne, and bring her ass to me! It's plain and simple gentlemen. Let's see how baby brother does without the help of his big brother. When we return to New Orleans, I want Storm killed, along with every Wendigo warrior in his pack!” Raphael hissed.

Danoir and Raphael were in all their glory, leaving Darius and Dane looking on in sheer terror. Not only was their leader a raving lunatic, he would be the very thing that would cut their existence short. Most of the members of Raphael's clan were runaways and misfits who had grown up on the streets of New Orleans. They were the society of the lost, meaning; no one missed them, or even cared if they were dead or alive.

Darius and Dane were two vampires who bonded with one another quite easily, never truly fitting in with Raphael's crew. After two years of following the madman's orders, the two decided they had simply had enough. Now what Raphael was asking them to do was simply horrific. Immortality sucked just as badly as life had for them.

Quite often, Dane desired to go to Memphis, Tennessee in search of his so-called family. Bobby Ray had been his human name. Two years ago, Raphael sired and gave him the name, “Dane.” Back then, life as a vampire seemed so enticing, adventurous, and thrilling. Today it seemed filled with despair, death, and darkness…as though they'd been sentenced to hell.

* * * * * * *

As Melanie slept on her queen-sized bed, Thorne familiarized himself with his surroundings. Melanie came from a wonderful family, a family that would have and did give her anything she desired, until her desire for freedom overrode her. The bedroom was fit for a princess. The beautiful four-poster bed was carved out of wood, by Donovan's hands. It was comforting, making him feel as though he were in his own home. A positive aura radiated from all around, unlike the usual negative vibes he sensed in New Orleans. Could it be his clan had fought in vain throughout the years? Up until he met Donovan, he believed he led his pack correctly, now he was unsure. Confusion sat in and he decided later in the evening, he would call Storm to see how things were going back in New Orleans.

For now, all he wanted to do was mate with Melanie. He couldn't imagine her sexually pleasing her clients, and locking herself away during the course of a full moon, lonely, heated, and longing for a lover's touch. That simply was not the way of the wolf, at least not with his clan. Thorne sat on the bed next to Melanie, his weight causing her to roll slightly towards him.

Sighing, he couldn't quite understand as to why she possessed no mark. In the beginning, when he thought her to be human, he suspected the mark would enable her to accept the venom of a werewolf. She had to have a mark, especially since he was able to sense her in New Orleans. Sometimes human women died from werewolf bites, other times, if they bore a birthmark, usually in the shape of a wolf's head, or a paw, that meant she would survive the bite. Then again, Melanie was a hybrid, so it was quite possible she bore no mark. Melanie barely moved as Thorne began searching her scalp for a shred of evidence, anything. Something wasn't quite right.

Melanie's eyes fluttered open and she smiled at her mate.

“Thorne, what are you doing?” She asked seductively, rising to kiss him on the lips.

“I just wanted to be close to you Melanie,” Thorne breathed. He wasn't lying, he wanted to be close to her, but also desperately needed to find out what attracted him to her. It had to have had something to do with her heritage.

“Make love to me Thorne.” Melanie whispered, leaning against the honed warrior. A low growl forming in his throat, Thorne caressed her jaw line, slowly thumbing her chin, and running his hand to her neck, his fingers caressing the base of her skull, touching something semi-hard and leathery.

“What's this?” Thorne asked, becoming shocked when Melanie jerked away from him suddenly.

“It's a scab,” Melanie quickly said, rolling off the bed, rising to her feet. “I break out every now and again, you know, and I think must have scratched it.”

“Oh,” Thorne said, wondering why the hell she was acting so damn jumpy all of a sudden. “Maybe you should have your mother take a look at it. It felt strange, is it infected?” Thorne asked, moving towards Melanie.

“Thorne, it's fine, really.” Melanie said, changing the subject. “Now, you were going to make love to me?” she said, leaning against Thorne's muscular chest. Seductively, Melanie traced the tribal tattoos along his arm up to the medicine shield tattoo with the wolf's head.

“Melanie,” Thorne growled. “We're in your parents house,” he moaned, his balls heavy with need. Thorne inhaled deeply as he buried his face in her hair. He smelled something else too. The musky fragrant cream teased and tantalized his nostrils, making them flare. His aroused cock stubbornly pressed against her belly through his leather pants.

“Thorne, I need you.” Melanie whispered, her nether lips becoming slicker with each passing moment. Her knees became wobbly as he tilted her chin up with his index finger, forcing her to look him in the eyes. His other hand lightly caressed her full breasts, teasing and caressing her aching nipples that required his lips, tongue, and teeth. Her mate's dark rich brown eyes sucked her in, rendering her helpless against his powerful gaze. Through the dark, chestnut brown eyes, shades of yellow burned through, letting loose the ancient wolf that longed to run and be free with his new mate. Back at the club, Thorne held back, stifling his wolf as not to physically hurt Melanie. Now, knowing what she was, he would allow the wolf to rear it's head a little during mating.

Melanie stepped back, frightened at the sudden change in her mate, then closed the gap between them again, realizing there was nothing to fear. The wolf within made it's way to the surface, and her eyes shone yellow with lust, not anger like the previous time in the hotel room.

Wolf pheromones permeated the bedroom as the two nipped at one another, a playful way of showing affection. Melanie pushed Thorne on the bed, straddling him. Now it was her turn to be the dominate one.

“Let your wolf show through Melanie.” Thorne coaxed as his lover raked her nails over the silk black shirt. Thorne's muscles rippled at the feeling of her nails, and his cock hardened even more at the sight of her yellow eyes. Slowly, seductively, Melanie pulled the silk shirt up, revealing his strong pectoral muscles, washboard abdominals, and the thin patch of hair leading from his Xiphoid process into his black leather pants. Quickly, she unzipped them. Black pubic hair enticed her, and the urge to draw him into her mouth consumed her.

A strong pulsating throb assaulted her core as she leaned forward, raking her tongue across Thorne's flesh. His growls of approval egging her on, Melanie dipped lower, darting her tongue into his pubic hair, causing Thorne to pull her even closer to his body. Pre-cum had already leaked from the large swollen head of his engorged cock. He could feel it moistening the entire head, and he wanted nothing more than to have Melanie run her tongue over his tip, slowly devouring him.

“Let me up woman.” Thorne growled, realizing it would take an insurmountable amount of strength not to plunge himself deep inside her pussy. Back at the club was raw lust that should have linked them both to one another, forever. “I need to feel your skin against mine.” He breathed.

Melanie moved off beside him, yanking the dress off her naked body, waiting, as Thorne quickly shed his garments. Gracefully, he returned to the bed, stalking her, as though he were in wolf form. Melanie met him, wrapping her arms around his muscular body. Thorne sat on his haunches as Melanie licked and nibbled at his neck, wrapping her hand around his aching cock.

Thorne's tongue invaded her mouth, and she had almost forgotten about that precious little piercing he possessed that brought her so much pleasure when he went down on her the evening before. Slowly, she stroked his steel, bathing the tip of his head in pre-cum. A wolf like growl slipped past his lips and he gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to come. Melanie's juices slowly trickled down her inner thigh as she ran her tongue down his neck, to his chest. Licking and biting each nipple as she raked her nails over the man's stomach, causing him to jump. She ventured further, over his abdominals, lingering at his belly button, following the sporadic trail of hair that met up with his pubic area.

Melanie licked the base of his cock, and slowly traveled up his member to the throbbing head dripping with pre-cum. Like ice cream on a cone, she slurped at the pre-cum, enjoying the hot salty taste of it on her lips and tongue. Teasing the tip with her finger, she played with the long strand of pre-cum just to see the tortured expression on Thorne's face.

Groaning, Thorne gently pulled her hair, almost begging her to accept him in her mouth. Making the tip disappear in her soft, warm mouth, Melanie sucked hard, causing Thorne to grab handfuls of her hair. Slowly she sucked him down until his head lodged in the back of her throat. As though she were drinking, Melanie contracted her throat muscles while cupping Thorne's tight, heavy balls.

Swearing an ancient oath of his people's clan, Thorne propped himself up on his elbows to further enjoy Melanie's deliciously wicked show. His masseter muscles in both cheeks twitching in a steady beat as his salivatory glands worked overtime as he deeply inhaled the scent of his mate's cream.

“I'm going to get you good,” he warned Melanie, fiery passion building in his dark eyes. Flecks of gold slowly appeared as she continued her sweet torture on his cock. Abandoning all tenderness, she deep throated Thorne hard and fast, simultaneously pumping the head of his cock in his fist until his toes curled and his body shook beneath her. She was bringing him to his knees because as hard as Thorne fought to control his orgasm, Melanie instigated further, eventually causing the man to spill his load deep within her throat. Greedily she continued to suck as his cum slowly dribbled from her mouth down her chin, and along the base of her neck.

Thorne buried his fingers in her hair as he squirmed against her touch, causing the man to jump out of his skin. His cock, still hard required more attention, but now it was Melanie's turn.

Swiftly Thorne rose, pouncing on his mate as she laughed, wrapping her arms around him. Thorne mounted Melanie, grinding his cock against the wetness of her mound. Locked in a passionate kiss, they writhed and squirmed against one another's bodies, the friction almost as good as penetration.

“I need you Melanie,” Thorne moaned.

“Then take me now Thorne,” she growled, grinding her pelvis against his cock. In vain, she tried manipulating his head against her slick opening. Gently nipping her breast, Thorne held her hips down as Melanie squirmed, lightly cursing him. She enjoyed having him dominate and devour her with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Slowly, he licked and nibbled his way over her breasts, down the flatness of her belly and into the place where she craved him most. Pleasure gripped her from head to toe as Thorne's tongue slowly savored the hot juices clinging to Melanie's labia.

Smooth, dark, and sweet were the words that ran through his mind as he slowly devoured her wonton hot flesh. Gently pulling her slick folds apart, Thorne circled her fleshy bud with his tongue, eventually pulling the hood back. His generous licks on her swollen clit was entirely too much for Melanie to handle as he quickly darted a tongue in and out of her wet pussy, gently squeezing her clit between his fingers.

“Thorne, I can't wait any longer, now…please!” Melanie demanded, as her hands traveled to her breasts, pinching, and pulling at her dark perky nipples. She ground her pelvis hard against Thorne's face, riding his tongue until he greedily drank her sweet juices as she came.

Crying out his name, Melanie's hips rocked with intense pleasure as Thorne slowly crawled up her body, thrusting into her with his hard cock, increasing her pleasure ten times over. Instinctively, Melanie wrapped her thighs around his waist, still reeling from her intense orgasm. Slowly he sank deep inside her, resting his balls against her body, and speaking to her in his native Chippewa tongue.

“Ma'iingan” “My wolf” Thorne spoke softly to her, licking her neck, slowly pulling the swollen head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. His breathing laboring, as he pushed his orgasm aside in an effort to bring Melanie to hers. “Nezhahwanega Kedah!” “I love you,” Thorne moaned heavily.

“Oh my God Thorne! I love you too.” Melanie cried out, close to tears, raking her nails against Thorne's skin. His flesh, dampened with perspiration felt hot and smooth under her palms. Her demanding hands gripped his taunt ass, his cock swiftly stroking her pussy. “I need to come, make me come, please, oh God, Thorne!” Melanie scratched Thorne's back, drawing blood.

“Gold eyes punched through his regular eye color as the man growled, biting Melanie on her neck, claiming her a second time. Howling with pleasure Melanie shifted a few times into her wolf form. “Ma'iingari! Show me your form again my sweet “Ma'iingari!”

“Harder Thorne, fuck, oooh, fuck yeesss!” Melanie pleaded, as the two shifted continuously between wolf and human form. “I want to run free with you Melanie.” He growled, throwing his head back, howling as his balls released his load, baptizing Melanie's pussy with his hot seed. Climaxing a few short seconds after Thorne, Melanie howled in unison with her mate…

Lazily, they basked in the afterglow of their mating, Thorne's cock still lodged inside Melanie's swollen pussy, shifting alternately between humanoid and wolf form. Eventually they shifted into human, still lying in one another's arms. Lying on her side, Melanie scooted as close as possible against her mate, growling as Thorne lightly stroked the small of her back. She ran her palms against his bronzed skin, feeling his cock growing into steel once again, totally aware of what her father told them before he retired to his vampiric sleep. Giggling, Melanie nipped Thorne's nipple, causing a growl to escape his lips.

* * * * * * *

“So, Thorne never said where he was going?” Storm Cloudfeather asked Ronnie Redhawke as he sunk into the black leather chair. “I love my little brother, but he's become quite the pain in my fucking ass!” Storm snorted. Storm, a larger version of Thorne had long black hair to the middle of his back. His yellowish orange eyes glowed with fury as he imagined putting a foot up his brother's ass.

“I don't know where he went, but I can tell you wherever he went, he was seeking his mate.” Ronnie sighed. “Storm, that looks pretty damn nasty, you'd better have Hawk take a look at that,” Ronnie said wrinkling his face as the gauze on Storm's forearm soaked through with blood. Earlier last night, the two members of The Black Claws rumbled with what was left of Raphael's clan.

“I swear, if I turn into a fucking vampire, I'll skin Thorne's ass alive.” Storm cursed. “I'm way ahead of you brother, Hawk has already looked at it. It should be fine. He said a few chants, and blew smoke on my arm, and all should be well.”

“Storm, stop your negative talk about our old ways.” Ronnie warned. “Why do you think our clan is teetering on the brink of extinction, as we were centuries ago?” the tall, thinner man spoke. Ronnie desperately clung to his Chippewa heritage. It gave him faith each time he came into contact with Raphael's clan.

“Don't lecture me Ronnie,” Storm said through gritted teeth. “I need to rest, then I'll track my brother. Our clan is teetering on the brink of extinction, because, according to the Old Ones; Wendigos, our ancestors were cannibals who ate their fucking women and children! Our clan came pretty damn close to extinction back then, remember?” Storm raised a dark eyebrow at his long time clan member.

“I don't know. That was a long fucking time ago man. Wendigos and werewolf history aren't exactly in the history books, you know?” Ronnie laughed.

“Thorne's in danger Ronnie, I can sense it. He and his mate are both in danger!” Storm Cloudfeather groaned, holding his head in the palm of his hand.

* * * * * * *

Raphael and Danoir walked through the wretched alley in the lower West Side on the outskirts of Donovan's town. Vampires and werewolves from Donovan's clan had ran Raphael and his small clan out of their city, infuriating him to no end. Unfortunately, Raphael's diabolical mind discovered many new ways of sexually manipulating Melanie, while bringing cruel calloused vengeance against Donovan and Thorne all in one felt swoop.

“Where the fuck is he?” Raphael hissed. “He said he'd meet us at this time!” Raphael, in a fit of anger punched the side of the large green dumpster, leaving a dent bigger than the size of his fist.

“Calm yourself vampire,” Kyle Sway, the hunter said as he coolly strolled down the alley towards the two vampires. “Don't you know the meaning of the word patience?” The hunter chuckled, dropping the heavy duffle bag down next to him.

“Well, it's a bout fucking time!” Raphael hissed, approaching the man.

“Whoa, hold up there bloodsucker!” Kyle demanded, pulling a small crossbow out of the bag. “I don't fucking trust you! Now how do we get our hands on the hybrid?” Kyle demanded.

“Quite easily,” Raphael growled deeply. You see, I was in her head the first time I met her. If it weren't for Thorne, she would have been mine that night. But that was before I knew she had fucking wolf in her!” Raphael spat in disgust. “After I'm finished with her, you take her and do whatever the fuck you want with her. First, I want half my payment up front!” Raphael demanded. “Don't fuck me hunter, or I swear, I'll tear your fucking heart out and shove it up your ass!”

Tell you what vamp, deliver me the hybrid, and I'll give you all the money. Nothing up front until I see you stick to your word. Capish? And don't try anything, whether you know it or not, you're being watched. Did you really think I was stupid enough to come here alone?” Kyle laughed. Instead of calling to the hybrid, take this.” With one hand, Kyle dipped into the duffel bag, pulling out a small round silver gadget resembling that of a compass, only larger.

“What's that?” Danoir asked.

“This little beauty tracks hybrids. My brother invented it himself. Hybrids are worth a lot of fucking money. You can get more money for them if you dissect them. It really depends to whom and where you sell them. My brother and I are one of the best dealers in the biz, and if you deliver, we'll take good care of you.”

Raphael grinned as greed radiated in his eyes, lust slowly replacing greed at the thought of all he would do to the hybrid whore….Thorne's whore.

* * * * * * *

The sun set quickly causing vampires to stir throughout the elegant neighborhood. Something jarred Thorne out of his sleep, causing him to sit straight up in bed. Thinking Melanie had tapped him, he glanced over at her still body. It had to have been Storm projecting his spirit, shaking Thorne out of his sleep. His brother was pissed, Thorne could feel his brother's anger radiate through his body.

Melanie stirred next to him rolling over, flinging her arms around his waist.

“Well, hello sleepy head,” Thorne laughed, as he gently touched the tip of his mate's nose. “I'm surprised your father hasn't bothered us. I know he's awake now.” Thorne said, reaching for the lamp on the night-stand next to the bed.

“Get your asses down here now!” Donovan Jackson roared from downstairs, sending a slight child down Melanie's spine.

“Dammit Thorne! You spoke too soon!” Melanie squealed, slipping into a denim dress, this time wearing bra and panties. “He's gonna kill us!”

“Well, he warned us. What's the worse he will do? He's a peace loving man, correct?” Thorne grinned as he slipped into a pair of faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

“It will be fine, his bark is worse than his bite.” Melanie suggested.

“Well, I respect your father Melanie, but I won't be pushed around by him.” Thorne said. “Oh shit, I made love to his daughter under his roof, so he'll view that as disrespect.”

“Okay Thorne, stop worrying, come on. Let's take our blows like adults.” Melanie busted out laughing as they entered the hallway. Floorboards creaked as they made a sharp right to slip down the steps and take a seat in the living room.

Donovan stood next to the fireplace, hands on his hips, giving the couple “the” look, eventually sitting down as Natalie walked past, swatting him on the arm.

“Donovan, leave those children alone and watch television or something. Your pig's blood is in the kitchen, I forgot to bring it out!” Natalie said, giving her daughter a huge hug, and kissing Thorne on his cheek. “Thorne, I want you to know, we welcome you to the family. Please take care of our little girl.”

“Thanks Mrs. Jackson.” Thorne grinned.

“No worries Thorne,” Natalie crooned.

Thorne grabbed Melanie, pulling her close to him while inhaling her fragrance. Accidentally, his hand brushed against the small patch of skin he felt earlier during the day. Satisfying his curiosity, he quickly pulled Melanie's hair up in an effort to examine the patch, despite Melanie's protests. “Thorne…nooo!” Melanie howled.

“What the hell…Melanie!” Thorne growled in shock. “What is that?” The alpha of the Black Claw Clan demanded venomously. Melanie broke out in tears, fear gripping her, as she knew Thorne demanded an explanation for what he'd just seen at the occipital area of her skull.

Donovan and Natalie rushed over to the couple in an effort to console Melanie while explaining to Thorne.

“Donovan, now do you think it's time to explain to the man?” Natalie asked, raising her brow. “He needs to know if he's going to be her mate.”

“Explain what exactly?” Thorne asked. “Melanie has a thick scaly patch in her scalp. I felt it earlier this afternoon, but she said it was a bump she had scratched. It looks like…like, like snake's skin.” Thorne said, wrinkling his eyebrows.

“Son, sit down.” Donovan said as soft as he could despite his deep voice.

“Melanie, why are you dishonest with me?” Thorne demanded.

“Thorne honey, I'm sorry, but you just don… Oh my God, Mom!” Melanie whimpered, suddenly feeling weak at the knees at the look of disgust carved on Thorne's handsome features. The look in his eyes made Melanie consider crawling underneath a rock, remaining there for the rest of her existence.

“What is it Melanie?” Thorne demanded. “Someone tell me something!”

“Lower you voice in my house son,” Donovan said, raising a brow.

Sitting down, Thorne placed his head in his hands, bracing himself at the explanation to come. Natalie sat down beside him, putting a hand on the confused man's shoulder.

“Is something wrong with Melanie?” Thorne asked. He supported his chin against his knuckles, feeling his elbows digging deep into his quadricep muscles. He fought hard to regain control over his breathing as Melanie sat across from him, tissue in hand, her eyes red from crying.

“Melanie and I are from a different clan of werewolves.” Natalie said, biting her lip as she glanced over at her daughter. “You see Thorne, I have a patch as well.” The woman turned her back to Thorne, lifting her sandy brown colored hair revealing the same scaly patch similar to that of her daughter, but larger. Looking closely, the patch was in the shape of a wolf's head, appearing to take on a life of it's own.

“What the…Melanie..” Thorne shook his head. He knew she possessed a mark. It was supposed to have been in the form of a birthmark. But there was more. Thorne swallowed hard as Natalie turned, facing him.

“You see Thorne, this isn't our original home. Our home was destroyed centuries ago by war and greed. Our home was a planet called Edolonia…

(To be continued – Part 3 Out Now at Night Owl Romance – www.nightowlromance.com – This will be a free read!)

Wolf's Obsession Part 3 of 3

Thorne started shaking his head, looking at Melanie, Donovan, and then Natalie. Fighting to maintain his composure, Thorne bit his lip and proceeded to ask questions.

Among the stars?” he asked.

“Come on Nat, cut to the chase.” Donovan said. Young Wolf is becoming as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs! You're making the boy sweat, for God's sake!

“Our planet was called Edolonia Thorne.” Natalie said as calmly as she could, fearing the man would lose his mind on the spot. “We are an ancient race of advanced shape-shifters. My ancestors first visited this planet around the time when Native Americans freely roamed North America before Custer, even centuries before Conquistadors,” Natalie continued. We have existed for thousands of years until greed and war destroyed our planet. Quite similar to the way things are going here on Earth. Man is uncaring, wreaking havoc on Earth's resources, building senselessly, and killing animals, throwing Earth's balance off. I witnessed the same pattern on Edolonia. Earth is safe…for now.

“Safe, for now?” Thorne asked.

“Yes, for centuries, tribes foretold of the Earth changes Thorne. Look around you, global warming has affected the planet. Polar ice caps are melting, and the levels of the oceans are changing, destroying our barrier reefs. Certain wildlife is decreasing. You had to have known these things, elders in every Native American tribe knew of the approaching changes.

“Aw, come on Nat, you’re depressing me!” Donovan exclaimed restlessly. “You know I hate it when you talk like that!” he said like a little kid pouting.

“The truth hurts, doesn’t it Donovan? Edolonia went through the same changes. Our oceans dried up, and the suns destroyed our planet. It became increasingly harder to survive the heat.

“Your planet had two suns?” Thorne asked in awe.

“Yes and three moons.” Natalie responded. This is how the patch on the nape of our necks formed, it was a survival mechanism, capturing the harmful rays of the suns. At night, we regained our strength, allowing our species to develop a tolerance to the suns.

“So, it’s true what my ancestors spoke of, witnessing iron birds in the sky centuries ago," Thorne said, sucking in a deep breath. "Melanie, why the hell didn't you say anything to me, I mean, why all the secrets?" Thorne asked, his gaze slicing through Melanie like a knife through a biscuit.

"Thorne, I didn't say anything because I knew you'd react this way." Melanie said in a shaky voice. "I denied my heritage for the longest time, as though it would change things. I didn't accept myself Thorne, so how could I expect anyone else to accept me?"

Thorne rose to his feet, slowly walking around the house, his gaze fixated upon the wooden floor. Confusion and doubt set in, causing him to analyze the situation and his relationship with Melanie.

"So, how different are the species?" Thorne asked. "Melanie, I need my clan to carry on the wendigo line." Thorne said regretfully. "I'm sorry, I…I can't do this Melanie, not now, I need time to think." Thorne said.

"You son of a bitch!" Donovan sneered. "My little girl was good enough for you to have your way with in the back of some shitty hole in the wall club…"

"Donovan, please, don't…" Natalie started, rudely interrupted by Donovan.

"No Nat, I'm going to have my say!"

"Dad, please, let it go!"

"Hell no Melanie!" Donovan hissed at his daughter. "Son, what you're saying is my baby girl isn't good enough for your clan? Well damn you and your fucking clan to hell, and get the hell out of my house while you can still walk, young wolf!" Donovan sneered, trying to stifle the mounting rage building within his chest.

"Donovan, its not like that, I simply need time to think!" Thorne exclaimed, not wanting to get sucked up in a shouting match with the stubborn vampire.

"If you love her like you say you do, what's there to think about Thorne? You know, I think I was wrong about you. When I first met you, I didn't like you, then after getting to know you, I liked you; some. Now, I don't fucking like your sorry ass at all! Go on boy, get out, my daughter will find someone who is capable of loving her, regardless of where she comes from! You haven't even listened to Natalie."

"Oh my God, Donovan!" Natalie cried out.

Due to the increased stress and heartache, Melanie was in the process of painfully shifting, somewhere along the lines of wolf and vampire. Painful cries and animalistic moans escaped her lips, as she was forced down on all fours by the change. Bones crackled and popped underneath fur. Vicious, yellowish red eyes glared straight ahead into the wall, and Melanie's moans turned to screeches as she regained her composure, eventually rising on two feet.

"Melanie?" Natalie called approaching her daughter, only to be answered with a growl as the beautiful creature backed up, towards the entrance of the house. She looked at her father, and it almost tore her heart out, seeing the sympathy he held for her within his eyes. Then there was Thorne, which was the hardest for Melanie. The look of confusion and disgust, clearly carved across his face.

Thorne sucked in a deep breath as the large creature before him studied him with a hurt look on her face. His heart sank, for she was beautiful to him, different, but beautiful. Thorne had never seen a female wolf of this nature. Her black and silver fur gleamed in the lighting of the Jackson's home, and her fangs were a mixture of wolf and vampire alike. Her slender physique was muscular and dexterous. Her snout was rounded and her nose quivered.

The female sniffed the air, and although in Thorne's present state of mind, his wolf pheromones excited her. Throwing her head back, Melanie howled a long heart felt howl, releasing all her pain and anguish.

"Melanie honey, where are you going?" Donovan asked, as his daughter lowered herself on all fours, proceeding to the entrance of the house.

Melanie turned, looked at her father and a strange hissing growl slowly escaped curled lips. Patience, all but lost to Melanie, she was ready to tear into anything that moved. She'd attack herself if it were a possible feat. Right now, hatred emanated from every pore in her body.

"Who the hell are you growling at young lady?" Donovan hissed back, ready to approach his daughter until Natalie cut him off.

"Donovan, let her go." Natalie said.

"Are you crazy woman? She could hurt someone the way she is! We need to lock her up!" Donovan exclaimed.

"No, you will not lock our daughter up!" Natalie said, her eyes beginning to glow with sheer fury. "Melanie needs to sort things out, on her own Donovan. You know it as well as I do. She needs to roam free, and this is just the place to do it. That is the purpose of our community. She has countless land to roam free on." Natalie insisted.

Donovan stared at his daughter in shock, harshly sucking in a breath in agreement with his wife, and giving Thorne the evil eye. Thorne tried to approach Melanie, but to his surprise, she quickly turned around, slashing at him with her sharp claws. If it weren't for his lightening fast reflexes, he'd be sporting a large claw mark on the side of his face. Melanie bared her fangs, growling a warning, a warning that strangely racked fear throughout the leader's taunt body. Fear had never been a part of Thorne's life, until now.

"You should heed that warning Thorne," Natalie said. In our race, females possess the ability to overpower the males, some even devour their mates, when they have been wronged by them.

“Oh wonderful; well at least our clans have some things in common.” Thorne said harshly. "Both species are into cannibalism, go figure!”

“Oh, yes, wendigos ate their women and children, that’s why your clan members were depleted long ago.” Natalie said.

“So…you know of our clan, our heritage?” Thorne asked in surprise.

“Thorne, there is much I know,” Natalie said. “I’ll explain it all to you later, but right now…

Quickly, Melanie dashed out the door, knocking the screen off the hinges. Several lone howls broke the night as Melanie ran long and hard, far away from the torment, rage, and pain she was experiencing.

Thorne attempted to shift into wendigo form, until Donovan stopped him. The vampire was simply too quick for the leader. Wrestling Thorne to the ground, Donovan warned Thorne of the impeding danger.

"Get the hell off me, old timer!" Thorne gritted through his teeth as haunting, golden eyes slowly replaced his dark ones.

"Boy, who the hell are you calling old timer?" Donovan hissed, baring his incisors. “I’ll show you an old timer, you young son of a…

"You two! Cut it out now! Natalie growled.

Suddenly, without warning a large black form came careening through the open door, snatching Thorne up from Donovan's clutches and into the cabin wall of the Jackson's home. The large wolf must have been at least six foot five. The wolf held Thorne within it's gaze as the man struggled in vain for freedom.

"Storm! Get the hell off me, now!" Thorne choked out. Storm Cloudfeather was a mighty force in his wendigo form. One large clawed hand fit snugly around Thorne's neck, and Donovan simply couldn't get enough of the action, for he broke out in a deep, dark hysterical laughter. He would have definitely defended Thorne if forced to, but since this large wolf knew the young wolf, Donovan wallowed in seeing the man jacked up by this large wolf with the beautiful thick, long black hair.

Slowly, the large wolf released his brother, dropping him violently to his feet. Red faced, Thorne angrily gripped his throat and quickly rose to his feet, muttering Chippewa and making hand gestures to the wolf, who slowly shifted to human form.

Natalie shook her head as two large Native American men entered through the doorway one by one. Ronnie Redhawke acknowledged the Jacksons, introducing himself, and the other man, Jay Silvercloud. Slowly, an elderly Native American gentleman stepped through the door. Hawk Silvercloud, the clan's shaman spoke in Chippewa, chastising Storm and Thorne.

Donovan shook the mens’ hands, introducing Natalie. The two men were strong, fierce warriors, and posed no threat, Donovan sensed. Hawk was tall, but elderly, possessing centuries of wisdom. They all stood proud and noble, filling Donovan with a sense of pride.

"My deepest apologies to you both," Storm said, regaining his composure. He walked over, shaking the Jacksons’ hands.

"You see, I've been tracking my little brother for quite some time. He led me all over the damned city, and now here, out in God only knows where," Storm said, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Young man, how did you find us? This land is protected by our guardians’ ancient protection gates." Natalie asked, puzzled.

"I tracked Thorne here, Mrs. Jackson, and I sensed your gate. Hawk, our shaman was able to break through the defenses of the gate, but I was the guinea pig, and since I was the first one through, it shocked the living hel…, I mean daylights out of me." Storm slowly explained. "It painfully caused me to shift into wendigo form. I'm truly sorry for barging through your home," Storm apologized to Natalie. Turning to his brother, Storm shook his head in utter disappointment.

"Thorne, you and I really need to talk. I have a few choice words for you." Storm growled, eyeing the young warrior.

"Storm, I can explain."

"Truly Thorne, I don't wish to hear whatever it is you have to say. You tracked your mate here, to this state, leaving the clan vulnerable. That is a crime I cannot and will not forgive," Storm spoke harshly to his younger brother, his stone cold features hardening with each moment he looked at Thorne. A flash of yellowish orange poked through his dark brown eyes as his eyebrows knitted tightly together. His long jet black hair was neatly combed back and held with a deerskin tie. If not for his modern clothes, Storm looked like an ancient Native American warrior from the past.

"Raphael followed me here, along with a few of his clan members." Thorne said to his defense. "Things aren't as bad as they appear to be Storm," Thorne said. "Try to lighten up a bit, and understand my situation."

"Lighten up a bit? Your situation? Listen to yourself Thorne! You are simply a self-centered, uncaring ass!" Storm said quietly, trying not to curse too much in the Jacksons' home. Since childhood, Thorne had such a profound way of bringing out the worst in Storm.

"I'm well aware of Raphael's presence. This entire town wreaks of him! Thorne, you’re unbefitting as a clan leader, and I hereby renounce you of your position!" Storm quickly said, glancing at Hawk, who nodded in agreement with the tall man.

"What! But you can't do that to me Storm!" Thorne sneered.

"Oh, but I can, and….I have Thorne. It is my own fault, I thought I had taught you better than this, apparently, I haven't. I'm disappointed in you, and myself Thorne." Storm said in a low growl. Hurt slicing through his tough exterior, Thorne sucked in a breath, and held his head high, for it was the wendigo way of not showing any emotion.

"I challenge you Storm." Thorne croaked.

"I don't think you want to go there." Storm quickly said, arching a brow.

"No Thorne, I don't think you want to go there, either, not in my damn house." Donovan Jackson said, folding his arms across his chest. "You men need to take your problems outside, before I call my clan." Donovan said calmly.

"I mean you no disrespect sir," Storm said.

"Now see Thorne, why can't you be more like your brother. He's respectful, and doesn't dislike vampire as a whole." Donovan said.

"Thorne doesn't think of anyone but himself," Storm replied. "I sensed pain when I approached the house, and I'm sure you're the cause of it Thorne!" Storm said.

"It's a long story, our daughter, Melanie, Thorne's mate. Oh, hell, I don't even know where to start." Natalie said, sitting down, holding her head in her hands.

"Your daughter is in danger" Jay said.

"What do you mean, she's in danger?" Donovan asked, as his temper quickly flared.

"Raphael's clan has struck a deal with your friendly neighborhood hunter." Jay quickly said. "Your daughter is hurt, and her judgement is way off," the medicine man added. "The hunter will soon find her!"

"You're a very powerful medicine man," Natalie quickly added. "There is so much to talk to you all about, we just need to get my baby to safety," she added. "Will you please aid us in finding Melanie?"

"Let me round up a few members of my clan," Donovan said, quickly grabbing his cell phone. "I'll need a few members watching over the premises here, while we split up and search for Melanie."

Thorne's heart lurched as he remembered the pain in Melanie's eyes, in human and wolf form.

"This is far from over," Thorne said, walking past his brother. If looks could kill, Storm would have died where he stood.

"No, it is over, brother." Storm said through gritted teeth. "You better hope all is well with your mate, else I swear, I'll kick your pathetic ass!"

"Asshole!"

"Can we stop bickering amongst ourselves gentlemen?" Ronnie demanded. “We need to save Thorne's mate!"

Storm paired up with Natalie, Jay, and Donovan, while Thorne, Hawk, and Ronnie teamed up. Donovan and Natalie provided Storm with cliff notes version of Thorne and Melanie's situation, while Thorne filled his crew in on his personal life.

"Thorne, what is wrong with you?" Ronnie asked. "You go and find someone to be happy with, and you wind up breaking her heart." Ronnie chastised.

"I was shocked, that's all. I love Melanie, loved her from the first time I laid eyes on her." Thorne defended himself. "I swear, I don't know what I'd do if she never spoke to me again."

"Discovering her true origins shouldn't have mattered to you," Hawk said. "Love conquers all. The Great Spirit crossed our clans long ago, when our ancestors first saw the iron birds in the sky, well before our sacred clan began to dwindle.” Hawk explained.

"I was thinking of our clan." Thorne said, hanging his head in shame.

"The Great Spirit showed us the path centuries ago Thorne. Our clan doesn't go for discriminating. Our people have diminished greatly over the centuries. Have you ever thought that mixing with Melanie could produce an entirely different, and stronger race of wendigos? Things happen for a reason. Our line wouldn't completely die out. Will you ever learn, foolish young pup?" Hawk asked, before giving into complete silence, despite Thorne's rebuttal.

"Hawk has spoken his peace. Thorne, save your breath," Ronnie said. "You'll never get him to talk now, he's really pissed at you man."

"Yeah, a lot of that seems to be going around tonight," Thorne said in an agitated manner.

* * * * * *

Melanie continued to run wild, as fast as her legs would carry her. Freedom called to her, and the pull of the full moon required her to embrace her wolf form. The vampire within was buried beneath the strong genes of the intergalactic Edolonian wolf tribe. Warm breeze tickled her nose and skimmed her fur as she found a small hill in which to comfortably perch herself.

Gazing at the stars and the full moon, Melanie threw her head back and howled to the universe, questioning, remembering the stories her mother told her of their long lost planet, Edolonia. A part of her wished the planet still existed, perhaps she would have found someone like her, and she wouldn't have to worry with whether or not they accepted her.

Unknowingly, Melanie traveled too far from the safety of the clan neighborhood. Danger lurked within the trees, and it was far too late when she felt several sharp, stabbing pains in her sides. Rising to all fours, Melanie tried to dash away to safety, only to fall to the ground as the tranquilizers took their effect. Unable to move and breathing heavily, Melanie's eyes gravitated to Raphael and a man she didn't recognize. A small plea in the form of a whimper escaped her lips as blackness invaded her mind.

"You see, vampire? I told you this little beauty would track the hybrid, without a problem. Now, let's get out of here. I'm sure her mate is within close proximity." Kyle said. Two large vampires lifted Melanie's body up and into the back of a large SUV.

"I'm impressed Kyle," Raphael hissed. "I can't believe I have Thorne's whore in my presence. Playtime, sweet dancer, it’s time I taught your ass some manners baby."

"Just remember vampire, don't mark her up too badly. I want to kill her in her wolf form; her fur is beautiful and will fetch a hefty price on the market." Kyle grinned after he and Raphael climbed into the truck.

"Will she wake up anytime soon?" Raphael asked.

"No, I shot her up with enough tranquilizers to knock out two bulls. She'll come to in the morning, and will shift back into her human form tonight, the form you desire the most," Kyle grinned, looking into the back of the SUV. "Mind if I watch or have a turn with her? She's fucking gorgeous! It’s a damn shame what we have to do to her."

Melanie had shifted quickly into her human form, right beneath their noses. Kyle turned on dim lights, that softly shone on Melanie's rich ebony skin, and her shapely silhouette gave both men raging hard-ons as their devious minds conjured up most explicit ways of doing shameless acts to Melanie.

"I could take her right here, but I think it best we take her back to my place." Kyle said, the woman's view leaving him breathless. "I'll give you the rest of your money when we get there," Kyle said. "Well done vampire, well done!"

* * * * * *

Melanie awoke, her whole body feeling as though it were made of lead. Raising slowly, she decided none of the hangovers she experienced in the past topped this one. She lay on soft fur, and quickly noticed both legs were shackled, and the chains attached to steel bars.

Sheer terror struck her as she realized she was bare ass naked. Her heart lurched as she listened to the mannish talk of men outside the cell. Her keen ears picked up on what they would do to her when they entered her cell, hence the reason why she lay on the soft fur, naked as a jaybird. Quickly, she covered her body, her mind remembering the painful incident at her parents' house, her heart sinking further as she remembered Thorne’s reaction to her heritage.

"Well, well, well, sleeping beauty has awakened," A dark, menacing, familiar voice shot through her like needles through a pincushion. She recognized the man's voice well enough, even though she wished she hadn’t. Raphael, the vampire who threatened to tear her apart from the inside out, now it would seem as though he would have his chance to do just that.

“Melanie sat up, trying to conceal the fear in her eyes. Raphael smelled and cherished it, just as he would cherish turning the beautiful dancer inside out with all the sinful, delectable forms of sexual punishment he had planned for her.

“Aw, my dear, were art thou mate?” Raphael snickered, his eyes glowing venomously as he spoke to her through the bars of the cell.

Melanie averted her gaze, trying to think of a swift comeback, but she had none.

“What’s the matter, did he desert you, after discovering your hybrid blood? Tisk, tisk,” Raphael teased, slightly sticking out his bottom lip in a pouty manner. “Don’t worry, Raphael will pick up the pieces,” he grinned. This actually could be fun, he decided. His cock grew at the thought of spending time alone with the beautiful hybrid, fucking her senseless, and tasting her sweet blood, something he’d been wanting to do the moment he laid eyes on her in the club. Perhaps, if he could override her wolf side, he could access her vampire half…he would have the upper hand. Maybe he could claim her as a mate after all. Kyle had shot her up with enough tranquilizers so she would be unable to shift into wolf form, making things much easier for Raphael. Suddenly, greed enveloped him, more so now than ever. He wouldn’t share her with Kyle, after all. For some strange reason, he developed a protective nature to the hybrid dancer. She should be his, and his alone, Raphael decided.

Raphael dug a key out of his black leather pants, and squatted so he was almost eye level to Melanie. He cocked his head to the side and licked his lips. “You see doll, this is the reason why you shouldn’t have shot me down the way you did in Club Ravenous the other night. I wanted you as my mate, and you just slapped me in the face.” Raphael said through gritted teeth. He didn’t deal with rejection well.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” Raphael asked, his face reverting to a serious state. Melanie kept her gaze away from him, remaining curled in a fetal position, hoping Raphael would keep his distance. She knew she didn’t have the strength to fight him off, and sent a silent prayer towards the heavens for him to kill her swiftly. The same effect Raphael held on her in Club Ravenous reared it’s ugly head now, sending a delightful tingling sensation that melted her core, causing her slit to cream. The moisture increased when Raphael called her name several times.

“Melanie!” Raphael called, snapping his fingers in the air in an effort to grab the sensual beauty's attention. God, she looked good, her hair was a mess, but damn, she looked so fucking good. Raphael studied the creature with an intense gaze, and rose to his feet, slipping the key into the lock with ease. Scared, Melanie quickly turned to look at the venomous fiend, the maniac who sought to claim her for himself.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but we have unfinished business, you and I.” he said calmly, as he strolled into the cage, squatting before Melanie, who tried turning her head away from him until he grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t Melanie,” Raphael demanded huskily, gently stroking her chin with his thumb. She was so sweet, and she should have been his. Pre-cum oozed from his cock, as the thick organ strained relentlessly against black leather pants. He just had to feel how tight and wet the hybrid bitch was, then, he’d slowly slide his cock deep inside her hot velvet pussy, then her ass, eventually riding her to completion, making her scream out in pained pleasure.

“What do you want with me?” Melanie asked, struggling to swallow because of the lump that suddenly developed in her throat. She tried moving back towards the wall, but couldn’t, because Raphael simply eased himself closer to his prize.

“You know what I want beautiful,” Raphael grinned. The man was extremely handsome, black shoulder length hair framed his strong, chiseled features. Bright reddish highlights adorned his ebony locks, and the red mesh shirt left nothing to the imagination, Melanie noticed. His chest was slightly hairy, and she took in the well-defined pectoral muscles, giving way to tight, washboard abdominals. Witnessing his finest attributes immediate sucked the breath from her, causing shame to wash over her like a tidal wave. The inviting bulge straining against the leather pants made her slit weep more now than usual.

“Let me go, please.” Melanie asked, almost begging, as she finally peered into Raphael’s dark, hypnotic eyes. “I want to go home, and I can’t stand being cooped up like this Raphael. I promise, I won’t tell Thorne a thing.”

“I like it when you beg, you’ll be doing more of the same when I’m thrusting deep inside you, and I don’t give a shit if Thorne knows I have you. When he finds out, you’ll be mine anyway. Why do you even want to be with him la petit? Why do you cling to the louve “wolf” side of you?”

“Please, go away and leave me alone,” Melanie begged, fighting her body’s betrayal. If she weren’t careful, she’d do something she’d regret. Then again, what did it matter, Thorne sure as hell didn’t want anything to do with her. She was an abomination in his eyes, that is why he rejected her. If he truly loved her, he wouldn’t have thought twice about accepting her for whom she was. Damn him, she had feelings too, and she was about to act upon them.

Melanie looked into the inky black depths of Raphael’s eyes, becoming lost within them. Suddenly, she wanted to be lost, wanted to succumb to the lustful hold Raphael held on her.

“So, what will it be, chere?” Raphael asked huskily, as he licked his lips, imagining his tongue lapping the sweet nectar of Melanie’s pussy. He could smell the strong scent of her, enticing his nostrils, making his mouth salivate.

“You want me, no?” Raphael groaned, as the thought of her rejecting him again slipped quietly into his mind. Oh, he wouldn’t stand for it, not this time. She was in chains, bare ass naked, he’d take her by force if he had to.

“Yes Raphael.” Melanie gulped, knowing he heard her swallow. Her heart thumped hard against her ribcage and her breathing labored as Raphael closed the gap between their bodies. Her head pounded, and her limbs grew heavy, as she willingly spread her legs when Raphael’s hand crept towards her heated center. Her pink clitoris stood erect as it jutted out proudly past her thick, clean shaven pussy lips, drenched in her juices.

“Ummm, you smell so sweet, chere. You must allow me to taste you, to savor your sweet juices,” Raphael growled, no longer holding his composure. Raphael dipped his fingers in Melanie’s pussy, making her moan with want, causing her nipples to swell. Slowly, he teased her clit, gently applying pressure as she arched her back, throwing her head back while he gazed at her like a sex-starved maniac.

“If this is the kind of reaction I receive from simply touching you, what will I get when I go down on you, hmmm?” Raphael asked, tucking the key in his pocket. Melanie couldn’t help but to notice his bulge straining against his leather pants, and she wandered how wide he would stretch her with his cock. “What do you want from me?” Raphael asked. “What will you have me do to you?”

"Anything you want,” Melanie whispered, beckoning him to devour her.

"Will that sweet pussy belong to me, and only me?” Raphael asked.

Complete silence hung heavy in the air as Raphael’s gaze intensified.

“I said, will that delicious pussy belong to me, and only me Melanie?” he asked her again.

"Again, there was silence.

"Just as I fucking thought!” he hissed. “You still want Thorne, you…fuck, why the fuck did I even consider making you my mate. I should just fuck the shit out of you and hand you over to the hunter.” With that threat, Melanie quickly rolled to her side, turning her back against him, praying he’d grow tired of her, leaving her alone. She tried pulling the fur around her body, but Raphael roughly pulled it from her grasp.

“Well, first I shall taste these sweet nether lips of yours,” he breathed, as he rolled Melanie onto her back. Melanie protested, but stopped briefly as Raphael slowly parted her legs with very little effort. Raphael held her gaze as he ran his hands from her ankles to her knees, and down the insides of her inner thighs, until he reached the area coated in the sweet stickiness of her juices. Raphael loomed over her knees, deeply inhaling her fragrant musky scent.

Melanie trembled, squeezing her eyes shut and scratching her legs as Raphael dipped his head between her thighs. She dug her nails even deeper into her skin as Raphael forced a wounded cry from her parted lips, his cool tongue spreading delectable wicked sensations throughout her heated body. Wriggling his tongue inside Melanie’s wet cavern, Raphael spread her wet satiny flesh open, observing the moisture quickly developing on her hot, sensitive flesh. Raphael’s hair tickled the apex of her sex, causing her to reach for her nipples.

Still holding her gaze, quick darts of the vampire’s tongue quickly brought Melanie to a gut wrenching orgasm, causing her legs to quiver like jelly, and her stomach to twitch uncontrollably along with each passing wave of her orgasm.

Suddenly, Danoir appeared at the entrance to the cell, a twisted grin curling his lips. He was compelled to stand and watch, but knowing Raphael, he'd have Danoir's hide.

"Raphael, Kyle needs to speak to you, he says it's very important." Danoir said.

Cursing under his breath, Raphael quickly covered Melanie over, but not before giving her a warning that sent enticingly sweet shivers down her spine and through her dripping hot core…

"I'll return later, and we will pick up where we left off." Raphael smiled. "I promise you that. Get your rest dancer, you're gonna need it!"

Melanie shivered in delight as Raphael exited through the cell, flashing a serious look her way as he strode alongside Danoir, making her insides turn to molten lava….

Melanie groaned, lowering her head to the floor, pulling the furs securely around her. Quite the predicament she was in, not only because she faced death, but if she survived, and Thorne changed his mind, where would that leave them?

* * * * * *

Storm Cloudfeather enjoyed the ongoing conversation with Melanie's parents. Indeed, he'd never seen a vampire and werewolf couple before, but his mind was not closed to it.

"Jay, ancestors visited centuries upon centuries ago when Earth was new, in the time of the dinosaurs. Then, it was decided there was truly nowhere we could exist on Earth. Later, my people returned, and they spoke of a great clan called The Black Claws." Natalie confessed. "I'm told there was a powerful shaman who wouldn't let his proud wendigo warriors perish with time."

"It is true, what you speak of Natalie," Jay replied. Our clan's population dwindled heavily, but The Great Spirit saw a way to overcome that and knew we'd survive. That was why my ancestors and your species paths crossed. Jay reached into his pouch, retrieving a small deerskin bag adorned with feathers. A beautiful gold talisman with a large black stone mounted on a wolf's head quickly captured everyone's attention. Electrical currents coursed through the stone, startling Donovan.

"What is that Jay?" The vampire asked in awe, reveling in the beauty of the mystical object. "Wait a minute, Natalie, isn't that…

"Yes Donovan, it is the Aldelandian, a talisman allowing shape-shifters from our planet to travel to one another, no matter where they may be in the galaxy," Natalie beamed proudly. "I thought they had been destroyed and often wondered if I would ever cross paths with any of my kind. I seriously think it’s the only one left."

"This belongs to you Natalie, and Melanie." Jay said, leaning forward, carefully handing the sacred object to Natalie. My ancestors made sure it was safe, passing it along as our clan dwindled."

"Why didn't they ever stay here on Earth?" Donovan asked Jay and Natalie.

"For those who journeyed, homesteading on another planet would have possibly caused them to lose touch with their families who were still on Edolonia. The wars helped nothing, and quite possibly, families would have been taken as prisoners if left unprotected. Earth isn't the only planet where Edolonian wolves sought new homes." Jay said.

"Yes Donovan, my love, don't you remember me speaking of this. I mean, we have a few fellow Edolonians in our community, but nothing comparing to the masses who are scattered across the galaxy.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Storm grinned, looking at Donovan who, for the first time in his entire existence was at a lost of words.

"You're telling me!" Donovan exclaimed, shaking his head. "Well, that's my baby Nat and our daughter Mel. You both are my sacred gifts from above, and I really couldn't imagine my existence without you two." Donovan said, looking out the window so his mate wouldn't see the small tear forming in his obsidian eyes.

Gently brushing his dreadlocks aside, Natalie beamed at the man whom she spent several centuries with. Donovan was a hard assed vampire, never letting his gentle nature, with the exception of his humorous side show through to others. Natalie knew that.

"Donovan, are you..."

"Don't you even say it woman!" Donovan snapped at his Edolonian wife. Natalie giggled, planting a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek. She began to laugh hard when Donovan muttered something under his breath about locking her in the basement on the next full moon, and chaining her to the wall.

"You both are amazing," Storm said. "It does my heart well to see two beings in love, despite their origins. I only wish Thorne hadn't hurt Melanie's feelings," he said regretfully.

"Your brother is something else," Donovan said. "I like the boy, but he has so much growing up to do. I swear for cheese and crackers, you two are like night and day. Yin and Yang," Donovan added.

"Yes, this is true, maybe one day, he will wise up. Thorne is a wonderful leader, when he's focusing properly on things. It hurt me to strip him of clan leader, but what else can I do?" Storm asked, turning to Jay.

"You've done the right thing, it's all up to Thorne now." Jay said patiently. "Don't worry yourself over it, what's done is done. Things will fall into place, as they should," the wise medicine man suggested coolly.

"Storm, do you have a mate?" Natalie asked innocently.

"No, but I used to, fifty years ago," Storm said, his voice slowly trailing off. "She died from an attack from another wendigo, whom I killed with great pleasure." Storm said, as bitter anger rose within his throat.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," Natalie said, feeling the man's pain. She turned around in the passenger seat, reaching for Storm's hand in reassurance. "Have you ever thought of seeking a new mate?" She asked.

"Yes, I have, but….Storm exhaled. "You know Mrs. Jackson, I'm just not ready, not even for my clan, I cannot seem to take another."

"Storm, that will happen when you're ready for it buddy, don't you worry." Donovan said. "I met Nat when I least expected to. I was so lonely, and miserable, I had briefly at one point in my existence thought of embracing the dawn." Donovan said.

"I guess that is why I'm so angry at Thorne," Storm explained. "Here, he has been blessed with someone who loves him and cherishes him, and he turns on her." Storm said angrily.

"You mustn't be so hard on him. Thorne was just devastated, but Melanie should have been honest with him to begin with. From the first time they met, she led him to believe she was only human. She never spoke of her father and myself. She hurt me slightly with that Donovan." Natalie confessed.

"Tell you what, when we find her, I'll ground her until she's….fifty!" Donovan joked, trying to make his mate laugh.

"Smart ass!" Natalie growled, hitting the man she loved playfully on the arm.

"Hey, I need to stop here," Donovan said to everyone. "Isaac and Brady, a couple of our good friends own this bar. Nat and I used to hang out with them back in the day. Perhaps they can contribute to the information we already have on this hunter," Donovan said eagerly.

"Mind if I come in with you Donovan"? Storm asked.

"Sure son, not at all," Donovan grinned, briefly wishing Melanie had met Storm instead of Thorne. Then suddenly, remorse kicked Donovan in the ass, because Thorne reminded him of someone he used to know in his human and younger existence. Himself. That's why the two always butted heads when in close proximity of one another.

Jay, Nat, we'll be back as soon as I can get some information. After that, I'll be able to find our baby girl. Between myself and these fine gentlemen, we'll find her, then I'll rip the hunter's heart out with my bare hands," Donovan promised, as his eyes glowed a feral red.

* * * * * *

The smokey filled bar was deserted, with the exception of a few guys shooting pool. Donovan called out to a bald headed black man sporting an expensive looking black suit with white pinstripes. A scruffy-looking white man with scraggly long blond hair wearing suede moccasins, with fringes, faded blue jeans, and a tie-dye shirt acknowledged Donovan. Both men looked as though they stepped right out of the seventies. Both were vampires, comrades who would gladly give Donovan the shirt off their backs if he needed them to.

"Hey man," Brady Jorgensen said, squeezing Donovan tightly. "Damn, where you been man?" the blond man asked. Brady looked up to Donovan in so many ways, especially after Donovan had sired him during the Vietnam War. The young man had accidentally discovered Donovan's secret, and kept it. Six months later, when the Vietcong attacked their outfit, Brady had been pumped full of ammo. Quickly, Brady had given Donovan his permission to sire him, and Brady never regretted his choice.

"I've been around, I've been around." Donovan said laughing, and hugging his other buddy, Isaac Dayze. Isaac had also served beside Donovan and Brady, but unlike Brady, Isaac and Donovan met one another back in the thirties, when he and Natalie owned Club Wolfen in New York City. The club was a smash, and eventually, Natalie and Donovan retired, selling it to the Santini Clan, an Italian family of vampires with whom they were still friends with.

"You are looking good my man, looking good." Isaac laughed.

"Guys, this is Storm Cloudfeather, a good friend of the family." Donovan said.

"Hey, nice to meet you, wolf brother," Brady said, shaking the tall man's hand.

"What's up man?" Isaac asked with a concerned look on his face. "What brings you to these parts? Oh, wait a minute, something's going on, what's wrong Donovan?" Isaac asked, sharply inhaling. "I can smell it, something ain't right!”

"Melanie has been taken by a vampire hunter. From what Storm tells me, this guy is a new player in town. You know anything?" Donovan asked, hopping up on one of the pool tables.

"Yeah, his name is Kyle Sway. He's some geek from out West who has these fancy gizmos and such, used to track….hybrids." Isaac said reluctantly. There is a market for hybrid parts, and their fur is worth it's weight in gold." The husky man dropped his gaze to the floor, feeling sorry for his long time friend.

"What can we do to help you man?" Brady asked. "Say the word, and you've got it."

"Well, we need the back up. I know Storm and his clan can track Raphael, but we don't want to go in unprepared. Where I come from, hunters are never unprepared," Donovan sneered.

"Can you sense Melanie?" Storm asked Donovan.

"No, I can't, and that's what's pissing me off. In my gut, I know she's alive."

"The bastards probably put a cloaking spell around their hide-out." Isaac huffed. "These cats are close to witch doctors and other practitioners of the dark arts, so they know their game. But that's alright. You see, I have a few tricks up my sleeve too!" Isaac said, patting the pocket of his suit.

"Oh, Isaac man, you are way cool!" Brady laughed.

“My grandfather was a Bokor, born and raised in New Orleans in the Eighteenth Century.” Isaac grinned slyly. As a boy, he taught me some real cool tricks, and since I became a vampire, they are more powerful than ever,” Isaac snickered. “His knowledge may actually save our asses.”

“When did you become a vampire?” Storm asked.

“I was sired by my main man over here in nineteen twenty-nine,” Isaac grinned, gesturing towards Donovan. “Oh yeah, there is much history between all of us.” Isaac continued.

“Yeah man, Donovan saved my ass when in Vietnam. We’re like family, you know, so his fight is our fight. Anyone fucks with Donovan, his clan, or his family has to deal with us.” Brady said, lighting up another cigarette.

The men continued talking, putting a plan into place….

* * * *

Thorne angrily smashed the tin trash can with his foot, causing it to buckle. He was pissed because they searched the city in vain. Thorne cringed at the thought of someone killing Melanie.

“You mean to tell me, you traced her all the way here from New Orleans, but you can’t sense her now?” Ronnie asked, becoming agitated at the wasted time. “Unfuckingbelievable!” the man exclaimed.

Thorne leaned against the brick building in the alley, holding his head in his hands. Slowly, he slid down on his haunches, trembling. Regret, guilt, and fear ate his insides like a cancerous tumor, leaving him helpless as an infant.

"Thorne." Hawk called the man. “Thorne, come on, snap out of it, you must focus.” The shaman commanded. “We don’t have time for this.” Feeling his pain, Hawk and Ronnie tried consoling the young man.

"Oh God, what if…what if she’s dead? The last thing on her mind would be the way I reacted towards her, what if…

Ronnie squatted next to Thorne, grabbing the man’s large forearm.

“You know, young wolf, your feelings shine through for Melanie. She’s not dead, she’s still alive,” Ronnie said, sniffing the city air.

“How do you know?” Thorne asked, his eyes glazed over with defeat.

“I just know, I can’t explain it, but Raphael and this hunter is using dark magic to mask her presence, I’ll tell you that.” Ronnie suggested. “Ain’t that right Hawk?”

The elderly Native American closed his eyes, and his body shook hard, in an effort to pierce through layers of magic. A low humming sound developed in his throat, eventually growing stronger, and he erupted into a prayer like chant in their Chippewa tongue.

“I love it when he does this.” Ronnie said proudly. “He’s focusing, tapping into the Earth’s powers.” Ronnie said, grinning at the shaman.

"Thorne rose to his feet, studying Hawk with much intensity. A glowing white aura formed around the old shaman, and Ronnie and Thorne witnessed Hawk’s dual totem spirit. The wise old man’s wendigo proudly raised it’s head, howling in the air, and the bear spirit, from his mother’s people stood on hind legs, rearing his head back, allowing a mighty roar to pass it’s lips.

“Now, that’s power,” Ronnie said, almost in a whisper as the shaman held his arms out wide, receiving knowledge from the universe.

Thorne looked on in awe, truly appreciating the Old One’s will and strength, working with Mother Earth to obtain answers. For the first time since his parent’s destruction, Thorne opened himself up to that power. For centuries, he ran on sheer physical strength and brawn, ignoring the spiritual gifts readily available to any of the clan members. Almost every member of the Black Claws possessed a certain power that ultimately held the clan together in more ways than one. Now, for the first time, Thorne fully understood what it meant to be a proud wendigo warrior. He also knew, it would take him a long time to regain Melanie’s trust, but he was up for the challenge and willing to do whatever it took to make the necessary changes for Melanie and his clan.

The Elder, Hawk was self-sacrificing in every way imaginable. Throughout the years, he selflessly battled demons, manitous, and other dark malevolent beings that had plagued the clan from time to time. Thorne was a good leader in his own right, and currently, he was learning his life lesson through ultimate power.

The bright aura around Hawk subsided and the man dropped to one knee, causing the young men to rush to the man’s side, helping him to his feet.

“What did you see Hawk?” Thorne asked.

“Melanie is chained in a dark cell.” Hawk said.

“Is she alright?” Thorne asked, as anger burned deep in his eyes. His wendigo growled deeply, wanting desperately to rush to the surface, destroying Melanie’s captors. He’d take great pleasure in ripping Raphael to shreds.

“Melanie is fine, but for some strange reason, I’m sensing only one harmful spirit around her, but soon there will be more. One must stay, to free the others and to save this planet. Greed is involved, it has to be the hunter. Where is Raphael?” Hawk asked puzzled.

“Maybe Raphael isn’t her captor?” Ronnie asked. “What did you mean by one must stay, to free the others and save this planet? What is going to happen?"

“No, Ronnie,” Thorne murmured. “Raphael will go to great lengths to get back at me.” He said. “Something strange is going on, don’t know what it is, but we need to get my Melanie.” Thorne said eagerly. “I’ll honestly never forgive myself if something were to happen to her. Hawk, what did you mean?” Suddenly realizing Hawk would remained tight-lipped, Thorne racked his brain in an effort to decipher the old man’s words.

The men hurried back to the car, away from the stench of the alley and the prying looks of human passerby’s. Once inside the car, Hawk sensed Thorne’s epiphany. Joy and pride erupted within the shaman’s heart when he quickly had a vision of Thorne running the Black Claws, as he should have been all along.

“There is just one thing Thorne.” Hawk said eagerly. “I understand your first reaction to many obstacles is anger, but you will need to lie that to rest. I foresee great things in your future, young wolf, but on this night, if you let anger get the best of you, Melanie will be lost to you forever. Tonight will be your greatest challenge, your greatest test,” Hawk warned, and with that, the shaman sat back, chanting a prayer in their Chippewa tongue.

Ronnie and Thorne looked at one another as Ronnie drove through the heavily trafficked streets of the city. A sense of peace and confusion swept across Thorne like a warm blanket, but he knew Hawk would not reveal all he knew. Thorne would have to figure things out on his own, as the moment of confrontation grew closer.

* * * * *

Darius and Dane spoke silently among themselves, not too far from Melanie’s cell. The old abandoned warehouse was eerie and dank, and specially made for containing creatures who were about to be put on the black market.

“What are we going to do?” Darius asked Dane. “That woman doesn’t deserve to be in there, Raphael is crazy, and Kyle, he’s just a fucking sicko!”

“What do you propose we do?” Dane asked. “I swear, I don’t know why the hell I’m still here,” the man exclaimed.

“That goes for me too, Dane, this is all we know my friend. I mean honestly, since Raphael sired us, we have always followed in his lead. Now, everything is leaving a bad taste in our mouths, buddy.” Darius said.

“I think we should help her bust out of here.” Dane confessed, scanning the area. “Kyle and Raphael are consumed with greed, and they think…

“Alright superhero, how can we get her out of there? Raphael has the key, and there is a spell that makes breaking into the cell impossible, not to mention those damn chains, but only Raphael can free her, if he wants to.” Darius said.

“Fuck, I guess we’ll have to wait for the right moment. If I survive this, I’m getting as far away from Raphael as I possibly can.” Dane said.

“I’m with you on that man, let’s just hang around, keep your eyes and ears open, alright?”

“Yeah man, whatever you say.” Dane replied, as both men walked to another section of the warehouse.

* * * * * *

Melanie was in a serious funk, because as hard as she tried, she could not shift into werewolf form. Hunger pangs ripped at her insides, but not as bad as the strong desire to mate. Raphael must have known her cycle was quickly approaching, and she knew, he’d do anything to throw a wedge between Thorne and herself. After allowing the fiend to pleasure her two evenings in a row, Melanie became riddled with guilt, and for a short period, she denied herself food. Now, the insatiable hunger was back, and Raphael was approaching her cell. His masculine scent teased her nostrils, causing her pussy to dampen.

Thankful for having her back towards the entrance of the cell, Melanie squeezed her eyes shut as Raphael inserted the key into the door, and slowly strolled in, closing the door behind him. Bloody hell, why did he appeal to her so? Melanie did all she could to contain herself, but her body’s betrayal told her she’d lose the fight once again.

"I know damn well you aren’t sleeping dancer.” Raphael murmured in a low, masculine voice, his leather ensemble mixing with his scent, causing Melanie’s already swollen cunt to tighten further.

"I know you’re in heat, beautiful. I can smell you.” Raphael breathed, inhaling Melanie’s sweet musky scent. "Tonight, it was my intention to spread you wide and thrust deep inside you until I hear my name rolling repeatedly from your lips, but for some unknown reason, I can't….not without…, and the vampire's words trailed off.

Melanie shuddered at those words, and she clamped her thighs together, remaining silent. Raphael glided towards her, lowering himself to his knees. Slowly, he pulled back the fur, allowing his gaze to burn into Melanie’s flesh. Shaking like a leaf at his touch excited Raphael in a way he didn’t understand. This sudden change in feelings towards the dancer left him confused, angry, and heated. With his index finger, he traced an invisible trail of fire from her neck, shoulder, and down the length of her arm. Slowly, he palmed her ass cheeks, causing her to gasp with excitement.

"Melanie,” Raphael moaned seductively. “Look at me.”

"Raphael, go away, please.”

"Are you ashamed of the brief moments of pleasure I've given you?” Raphael asked in a hushed voice. "You're in need right now, you should allow me to pleasure you again."

"I prefer not to speak about that.” Melanie replied, yanking the fur towards her body, only in vain as Raphael held it firm in his hands.

"Stop playing your games with me dancer. I know what you need and how to give it to you.” Raphael replied. "I could have taken you, forced myself upon you, and there would have been nothing you or anyone else could have done to stop me, do you know that, sweet dancer?” Raphael asked. "Now, I’m only going to ask you this one more time; turn over and face me, please.”

With that, Melanie shifted on her back with ease, since her right leg was chained to the brick wall. Upon meeting Raphael’s gaze, she noticed something different about him. There was a gleam in his eyes, a strange and different aura radiated from him. Her nipples hardened and shamelessly ached for his touch again, confusing her further.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She asked Raphael innocently. “All I want is for you to send me home. I…I just have too much floating around in my head right now. You keep fucking with my brain, just….go away and leave me alone, or kill me, and get it over with.” Melanie said, as her voice quivered uncontrollably.

"I have no intentions on killing you, only in another way, if you would ever allow me to chere." Raphael purred. "I'm not sure what you have done to me, but I'm finding you irresistible," the dark vampire confessed. "I believe it is you who now holds power over me."

"No, I believe you like toying with me, you used your power over me in the club, and the first two times, and I'm just fu….Raphael interrupted Melanie quickly.

"I've used my power on you only once Melanie, the other night, you enjoyed everything I did to you, thoroughly, without any help from me. I will even go as far to say, you were wetter than the times when I had power over you." Raphael said, as his cock hardened against his leather pants.

"I can only say, I wish you were mine, and Thorne should fucking know how lucky he is to have you. I hate to fucking admit that, but I do," Raphael said, sitting on his haunches, staring into an unseen abyss.

"What are you saying?" Melanie asked. For the first time since her capture, a flicker of hope emerged within her.

"I'm saying, I think I need to let you go. I can't do this anymore…"If you stay near me any longer, you may regret my actions, and I'm unsure how long I can hold out Melanie." Raphael said, consuming her with his dark gaze.

Raphael continued speaking, rambling on about how he held so many regrets from his human life, that they multiplied into his vampire existence.

"I'm tired, and you need to go…I think." Raphael said, not believing himself.

"What's wrong with you?" Melanie asked. “Is this a trap, because, I swear, if you try to hurt Thorne, I’ll rip you to shreds.” She threatened.

"No time for questions, my sweet chere," Raphael murmured, lightly stroking her cheek with his index finger. "I'm going with my gut. Also, you wouldn’t have the heart to turn on me. I no longer wish to harm Thorne. It is done, everything is over with.” Raphael said solemnly.

"I do believe you've lost your bloody mind vampire!" Kyle Sway bellowed, swiftly entering the cell. You fucking bloodsucker, I knew you couldn't be trusted!" Kyle yelled. The man was sporting a freshly sharpened stake, and it had Raphael's name written all over it.

"Take your fucking money back, but you're not harming her." Raphael hissed.

"Well hell, a vampire with a guilty conscience. Damn man, I never thought I would see the day when you, of all bloodsuckers developed a conscience. What's the matter, she got you pussy whipped, huh?" Kyle chuckled as Raphael slowly stalked him. Quickly, Kyle pulled some type of contraption from his pocket.

"Take another move towards me bloodsucker, and I'll blow us all up!" Kyle swore. "You have honestly fucked me over man. I should have known something was up when you insisted she was sick. "Now, you both will pay dearly….

* * * * * *

Thorne called Storm on his cell phone, describing the building where Melanie was. Hawk was exhausted, and another vision allowed him to penetrate the spell that had been cloaking Melanie's whereabouts. The elderly wendigo rested on his side, in the back of the car, his strength horribly depleted since he used all his power to reunite Melanie and Thorne. Now was the time to implement the plan, preserving the clan for the next few centuries.

"How you doing back there Hawk?" Ronnie asked, turning on the dome light, and quickly looking back at the shaman, who nodded, but still looked weary.

Ending the conversation with Donovan, Thorne quickly explained Donovan knew where the old warehouse was, and was closer to it than they were. Donovan gave Thorne directions, which stuck in Thorne’s mind like a fly to flypaper.

"Finally, we're getting somewhere!" Thorne said excitedly. "Donovan knows exactly where she is. I gave him the description, and he knew! I have the directions, turn here Ronnie, and hurry!"

"Well, just remember what Hawk told you, don't go in with anger, use your instincts man!" Ronnie gently reminded Thorne.

"You know, for the first time in my life Ronnie, I think everything will be alright." Thorne confessed.

“For the first time in your life, young wolf, you’re thinking in a positive manner,” Ronnie said smiling.

* * * * * *

"Donovan, slow down, please, you're going to draw unnecessary attention to us!" Natalie exclaimed. "I think you may have lost Brady and Isaac too!" she added, turning around, looking for the black Lexus.

"Nat, stop being a back seat driver, it's on now! Those bastards will pay dearly for kidnapping Melanie! Donovan turned a corner, damn near running a pedestrian over. Reaching their destination, Donovan parked around the corner, turning off the ignition, while Brady and Isaac slowly pulled up behind them.

“This place smells of the black arts!” Donovan hissed. “Nat, I would tell you to wait in the car, but I know you can hold your own, especially once you shift into a werewolf. “Now, just be careful, I’m telling you, there are some traps around here!

“Yes, I can sense it too Donovan!” Isaac said. “My mojo is telling me something ain’t right in there. I wonder how many creeps who deal in the black arts are covering Kyle’s ass!” The bald headed man said, ending his sentence with a hiss.

“Let me see what’s going on in there!” Storm suggested.

“Now, how the hell do you plan on doing that son?” Donovan asked.

“I can project my spirit to any place I choose, and even if the place is rigged, I’ll know.” Storm explained, soon after the words left his lips, the man appeared to be in a coma-like stare. Brady studied the tall man in awe, waving his hand in front the man’s face.

“Wow, cool man!” Brady exclaimed. “Check it Isaac!”

“Every little thing appears to amaze you, doesn’t it Brady?” Isaac asked in a whisper, slowly shaking his head.

"Dude, I swear….!" Brady exclaimed.

“Shut up Brady, you don’t want to jar the man out of his body for good. Stop waving your hand across his face.”

Upon seeing Donovan’s car, Ronnie parked on the opposite side of the street.

“I need to stay,” Hawk said. “I need to keep protection out here, while you are inside.” The shaman suggested.

“I agree Hawk,” Ronnie said. You’re much stronger in spirit form, and I’m sure you can stave off any attack from dark spirits.” The man said.

“I don’t know Ronnie, I don’t want to leave him out here!” Thorne warned. “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“Thorne, take Ronnie, and go. Remember what I said to you earlier.” Hawk warned. With that, the man sat straight up in the back seat of the car, chanting an old Chippewa prayer. There was no wind, no people, just dead silence, and an electrifying aura, haunting the vicinity of the warehouse.

“Come on man, you won’t win, and he’s right. He will do us more good waiting in the car.” Ronnie said, locking all the doors with the remote. The two men dashed across the street to join the others.

When Storm projected his spirit into the warehouse, a cold chill engulfed Jay, and an old familiar spirit seemed to surround them all.

“I don’t know, but something doesn’t feel right, I’m not liking this,” the medicine man said in a low voice, and nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“No, he’ll be alright,” Thorne suggested.

* * * * * *

Storm quietly strolled through a large open area, unable to detect or sense anything except a foul odor within the air. As he exited the area, he turned down a small corridor, running into Darius and Dane.

“Storm, is that you?” Dane asked, with a surprised look on his face. Dane and Darius were all too familiar with the wendigo warrior's presence.

“Lower your voice vampire!” Storm growled in a low voice.

"Don’t go getting all defensive man, do you have back up outside? If so, you need to get everyone in here, I don’t think you can shift to your wolf form while you’re a spirit.” Darius quickly said. Kyle and Raphael went at it for a while. Kyle was going to stake Raphael for defending Thorne’s mate.” The vampire explained.

“What?” Storm exclaimed.

“Look man, we’re on your side, don’t ask about Raphael, I have no idea why the sudden change, but he seriously went to bat for Thorne’s mate, I’m telling you. He’s injured, thanks to some ugly ass beasts Kyle has protecting the joint.” Dane said. “Go, get whatever help you have and get them in here, quickly!”

“Kyle is a one man show. He has this fancy ass equipment, and he’s into some kind of black magic, he summons beasts, and they protect him. He’s like a master of illusion, he’ll fuck with your mind, so be careful!” Darius warned. “Hurry up damn it, there isn’t much time to explain,” the vampire whispered.

No one ever saw the large dark shadow that charged Dane until it was too late. The shadow creature sent Dane hurtling into large wooden crates on the opposite side of the room. Darius, hissing and baring fangs dodged the hideous creature with saliva dripping profusely from it’s fangs.

Get the hell out of here man, I think there are more of those things, that’s what’s been….The beast ripped through Darius’ shoulder, spilling blood across the floor. Howling in pain, Darius clashed with the beast, rolling on the floor. Storm quickly projected himself back to his body, shocking everyone as he sharply inhaled a deep breath.

“The shit’s hitting the fan inside,” Storm told everyone. “Look, we need to get in there. From what I could see, Kyle’s running the show from all angles. Darius and Dane warned me about them….

What!” Thorne exclaimed. “You can’t trust those two birds Storm, have you lost your fucking mind?” Heading towards the building, Storm warned Thorne about his temper.

Yeah Storm, remember Hawk’s warning, keep your temper in check, it could cause you to lose Melanie, forever.”

Yeah son,” Donovan added. “Then I’ll have to kick your ass up one side and down the other. Okay everyone, here goes nothing. Once we’re inside, split up, and go in opposite directions. If we can find those vampires, that will be a big help…

What the hell is that?” Natalie asked, shocked at an eerie two-headed beast charging her. The exquisite woman shifted into a tall reddish-silver werewolf. The slimy, scaly critter with fangs and blood red eyes howled as Natalie slashed it’s throat. Collapsing, the beast hit the floor with a loud “thud.”

Brady, Donovan, and Isaac’s senses were off the charts as they detected several more of the beasts coming their way. One charged Isaac, barely scratching the man’s bald head, when Isaac ducked. Reaching down into his boot, Isaac pulled out a five inch instrument. Pressing a small button, it grew in length, gutting the creature.

Jay, Thorne, Storm and Natalie had their own problems dealing with strange cat-like creatures who insisted upon going for the proud warriors’ eyes. Each man shifted into tall, black wendigo werewolves, bravely fighting for their lives. Darius and Dane came around the corner, joining in on the fight. Bodies were flung about in such a vicious manner, that the beasts charging Donovan and his crew managed to lose themselves a few body parts.

“I’m going to rip your intestines out and strangle you with them.” The female cat creature purred as she foolishly closed in upon Natalie, who growled viciously, before lopping the creature’s head off in one fell swoop of her hand. Anger and rage coursed through Natalie’s body as she saw one of the hideous green creatures biting into Donovan’s shoulder, and another wrestling him to the ground. It hissed loudly as Donovan dug his claws deep into it’s chest, accidentally missing the hideous creature’s heart. Rage propelled Natalie towards her mate as she hurled one creature into the wall, and cruelly snapping the spine of the other.

* * * * *

Melanie clung tightly to Raphael as the two scurried through the cluttered warehouse, undetected by the hideous creatures Kyle summoned to watch over them. Raphael was wounded, and without feeding, his strength was severely depleted. Guiding Melanie towards the nearest exit he could think of, he explained to her she would have to leave.

“I’m not going anywhere without you.” Melanie whispered. “You saved my life, and I just can’t….

“Dancer, you need to listen to me, and get out of here. I don’t think you want to know what will happen if these dark creatures were to get loose in the city.” Raphael warned. “I played my part in creating this mess, now I need to clean it up.”

“But Raphael, why must….

Kyle ambushed Raphael from behind, pushing the weakened vampire into a crate, and stabbing him several times, with a stake, in an effort to dust him. Raphael turned, catching Kyle in the jaw with a claw, ripping at flesh. Kyle howled in pain through gritted teeth as Raphael caught him in the throat, lifting him against the wall. Just then, Jay Thorne, and Storm had located Melanie.

Sniffing the air, Melanie caught Thorne’s familiar scent. Relief flooded through Melanie as she gazed into familiar wendigo eyes. Her heart did flip flops when she saw joy in the wendigo’s eyes. He was very happy to see his Melanie.

“Ma’iingan” “My wolf,” Melanie exclaimed, breathlessly. The wendigo gazed at her, nodding it’s head indefinitely, then glanced at Raphael, who was in the process of ripping Kyle’s heart out of his chest. The vampire was covered in blood, and his eyes glowed with bloodlust as he slowly looked his old nemesis, Thorne over from head to toe. Thorne’s lips curled baring his teeth to Raphael, who in turn, did the same.

Isaac and Brady came rushing in from one side of the warehouse while Ronnie, Natalie, and Donovan joined them all. Upon seeing her daughter, Natalie shifted into her human form, her clothes hanging loosely from her body. Melanie clung tightly to the fur around her, since she was still in the nude.

“Are you alright Melanie?” Natalie cried. Donovan joined in, grabbing his daughter, holding her tightly, sniffing her.

“Melanie,” Donovan murmured softly, quickly looking at Raphael, then Thorne who had shifted back into his human form. The team had ultimately destroyed the creatures, but Danoir approached them all quickly, informing them the critters would continue to enter the portal that Kyle purposely left open. Raphael turned his head upon seeing Melanie throwing her arms around the warrior.

Anger slowly coursed through Thorne, until he remembered Hawk’s strict words. It took every last bit of strength within not to lash out at his mate. Raphael’s scent was strong on her, and although he knew the two didn’t have sexual intercourse, Thorne knew Raphael had tasted, and pleasured Melanie. The young warrior struggled hard with that knowledge, remembering if it weren’t for his reaction to her heritage, she wouldn’t had stormed out of the house, and none of this would be happening, probably.

“Thorne,” Melanie murmured. Its

“There’s no time, you all need to get the hell out of here, fast.” Raphael said, "That’s if you want to live.”

"Are you threatening us?” Thorne asked, shooting the long-haired man a look that he knew what he’d done with Melanie.

“No Thorne, but this place is about to be destroyed. Furthermore, my fight with you is over, I hold no animosity towards you or your clan.” Raphael confessed. “Its over. Danoir, Darius, and Dane, you will tell the rest of our clan that there will be no more fighting the Black Claws.” Raphael said in a demanding voice.

The vampires stood, looking at Raphael in awe. Even Brady and Isaac were a little shocked. Surely this wasn’t the Raphael they’d come to loathe and despise.

“Won’t you be returning with us to New Orleans,” Danoir asked Raphael.

“No, I won’t.” Raphael said, with no regret on his face. Danoir noticed absolute content upon Raphael’s face, and for some weird reason, that was soothing to him.

Raphael approached Thorne. Thorne backed away, out of fear of lopping Raphael’s head off, until Ronnie eased him forward, reminding him of Hawk’s warning.

“Now is the time for complete change Thorne,” Ronnie coaxed. “It’s time to make peace, instead of war. Our clans have fought for the longest time, and that didn’t help our losses Thorne, you know that.” Ronnie stated. “This is what Hawk was speaking of.” Ronnie said, looking at the others who had puzzled looks on their faces.

“I’ll explain more once we get back to a place where we can talk, but for now…

Ronnie’s voice trailed off in terror at hideous sounds coming from another part of the warehouse. More creatures were working their way through the portal Kyle had spitefully opened up. He decided if he were to die while trying to strengthen the black market, he’d take down all of mankind as well.

“You need to go,” Raphael hissed.

“Raph man, what about you?” Danoir asked.

“Don’t worry about me,” Raphael smiled, taking a small hand-held gadget from the belt loop of his black leather pants. “There are hideous beasts from the pit of hell coming through a portal in another room, and I’m the only one who can stop them.” Raphael said, looking at everyone.

“Maybe I can stay and help?” Thorne suggested, still struggling with the burden of Raphael touching his mate. Raphael should have been dead by now. Glimpses of Thorne’s powerful jaws ripping Raphael to shreds sent shivers down his own spine. Now he knew everything, if Raphael was destroyed before putting a stop to Kyle’s evil, all of man-kind would suffer, indefinitely.

“No Thorne, this is something that I must do.”

“Thorne, we can’t leave him here.” Melanie said, gazing at Thorne, and her parents. “There has to be another way, Raphael actually saved me.” She exclaimed, her heart going out to her captor. For a fleeting moment, Melanie regretted not fully giving herself to her captor, but knew it wasn’t meant to be. Oddly, she couldn’t help but notice the strange closeness to Raphael. It had to be from her vampire half.

“Everyone, get out now!” Raphael roared, as he skillfully manipulated the piece within his hand, activating some age-old detonating tool. “Do you see this?” Raphael bellowed, “This has the power to seal the portal, but it will destroy this warehouse, and everything within it, so leave now!”

Thorne bit his lip as Melanie rushed over to Raphael, giving him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. “I won’t forget what you did for me back there Raphael. Thank you, thank you so much for protecting me.”

uickly, Thorne walked over to Raphael, briefly shaking his hand.

“You take care of her,” Raphael said. “She’s a good woman, and she’ll preserve your clan.” The dark vampire said.

How did you know?” Thorne asked, puzzled.

Don’t know my friend, just a feeling.” Raphael said, giving Thorne a quick half smile. The roars of the beasts came closer, and Isaac and Brady started rounding everyone out to the opposite side of the warehouse, the way in which they came. The spot that once held Raphael’s heart damn near caved in as he caught a lone silver tear, creeping it’s way down the side of Melanie’s face. Damn, no one had ever cried or even gave a shit about him in his entire existence. It sure as hell would feel nice to depart this existence, knowing someone actually gave a damn about him, Raphael thought quietly to himself. Consuming that small bit of knowledge, a smile briefly erupted on his face, then he turned, slowly walking into the opposite direction.

With confidence, Raphael strolled into the room where the portal was, along with twenty or so evil beings who had recently entered through the portal, hell bent on bringing death and destruction to the planet. Baring his fangs, Raphael laughed triumphantly as the creatures hissed at him.

His thoughts happily drifted back to his wife, Esme and his daughter, Gabrielle. Soon, he'd be joining them, a reunion held off too long. He should have died along with them, centuries ago. With the exception of her ebony skin, Melanie had briefly reminded him of Esme.

The creatures slowly gathered around Raphael, causing laughter to slip from the vampire's lips. Happiness filled him as he knew his vile existence would abruptly come to an end, with a touch of the button.

"I bid you farewell, demon spawn from hell!" Raphael yelled, pushing the button on Kyle's gadget.

* * * * * *

Everyone quickly retreated to the entrance, including Dane, Danoir, and Darius. Suddenly, the warehouse began to shake violently. Emerging from the entrance to the warehouse, everyone headed for safety. Suddenly, a loud "whooshing" sound accompanied with a brilliant flash of white light, flashed through the vicinity of the warehouse; and then there was darkness. Everyone turned to look at the large spot where the warehouse once stood, experiencing a spark of relief as they discovered how close mankind actually came to destruction.

* * * * * *

In an effort to leave the horrible scene behind them, everyone met up at a nearby park, to discuss things. Danoir, Darius, and Dane were completely awestruck at the fact Raphael had sacrificed himself to save them all.

"What do we do now?" Dane asked.

"We live out the rest of our existence, traveling, doing whatever we've been wanting to do for years." Darius said. "I told you, there is much I want to do and see, now is my chance."

"I'm going back to New Orleans." Dane responded.

Thorne and Melanie walked over, joining in the vampires' conversation. Raphael had left strict instructions of laying their war to rest. From here on out, the pact was reinforced.

"I've already sent word to the rest of our clan in New Orleans to cease any fighting per Raphael's orders." Danoir informed Thorne.

"I have done the same," Thorne added, careful not to let the vampires know he was no longer the leader of the Black Claws.

"Well gentlemen, I'm heading back." With that, Danoir quickly disappeared into the shadows, leaving Darius and Dane in Thorne and Melanie's presence.

"Thank you both for helping." Melanie told the two vampires. "Is there anything we can do, anything you need?" she asked, thankful things had ended the way they did. Thorne wrapped his arm around Melanie's neck, gently pulling her towards him. Little did he know, he had much kissing up to do.

"Well, we plan on traveling, need to go and see the world, you know?" Darius said smiling. "At last, we can do that now. New Orleans is the last place I want to go." The man quickly added.

"I'm in agreement," Dane said. "Let's live it up." Saying their goodbyes to everyone, Dane and Darius disappeared quickly, happy for the wonderful turnaround. Donovan and everyone slowly drove back to the community, and daylight would be upon them in two hours.

Once they arrived to the Jacksons' home, the shaman briefly explained everything that happened, from Raphael's strange behavior, to why it was so essential for Thorne and Melanie to stay together.

"So, what was going on with Raphael? Why did he change the way he did?" Melanie inquired with a shiver.

"Raphael would have never given the clan a moment's peace. He was so hell bent on wreaking havoc and inflicting pain on others, he didn't realize the damage he was causing." Hawk explained. "You see Melanie, Raphael wanted to claim you for himself, actually, he was obsessed with you, almost as obsessed as Thorne was with you when he first sought you out." Hawk grinned, as Storm handed him a cup of tea.

"He saved me, saved us all." Melanie stated.

"Yes, he did," Hawk said. "You see, it takes more effort for a person to hate than to love. I think Raphael realized that, after all these centuries. His family was brutally slaughtered by werewolves when he was human, so in return, he hated all werewolves. Sometimes, we choose paths not suitable for ourselves and others. Raphael was in his own personal hell, and tonight, he finally had the strength to escape it."

"Well, I hope he finally finds peace." Natalie murmured.

"I think he already has." Hawk said, with a grin.

"Wow, you know, sun's almost up!" Brady exclaimed. "Isaac man, you know we won't make it back in time, should have went home, but glad we got a chance to visit with our main man and his family, well our family." Brady said.

"You know, you guys are more than welcome to stay here. There is plenty of room for everyone," Donovan said, stretching and yawning. We have all been through a lot, so whoever wants to camp out, do so."

"I have dibs on the sofa!" Brady said.

"Oh no fool, we have sleeping bags!" Donovan exclaimed, cracking Isaac up with laughter. Nat's not chewing my ass out, she hates for folks to sleep on her furniture. Also, we have some spare bedrooms, just in case!"

"Yeah Brady, stake out a bedroom, perhaps you and Isaac can share, one in the bed, the other in a sleeping bag," Natalie suggested, putting the Aldelandian talisman on the table.

"Mom, it's beautiful. Do you think it will work, and we can summon others who may be existing among the stars?" Melanie asked.

"Oh honey, I don't know about that, but mainly it was created for us to travel where others may be living. We are physically transported." Nat said. "Can you imagine, traveling anywhere in the galaxy?" she said wide eyed, as Donovan slowly approached her from behind, sliding his hands down the length of her body.

"It pleases me to see you this happy Natalie. I think others would love to know the gift you possess. I'm sure The Cravens would appreciate you sharing this with them, since they are from Edolonia as well." Donovan insisted.

"Well, I'll let them know about it tomorrow evening, once you've awakened from your sleep, my love." Natalie murmured softly, almost purring as Donovan lightly stroked her jawbone.

"Ew," Melanie said, strolling towards Thorne. "I think I've seen enough," The girl snickered. "No one wants to see that!"

"How the hell do you think you were born?" Donovan asked. "Oh, it's perfectly alright when your tongue wrestling with young wolf, huh Melanie?" Donovan chuckled.

The house was filled with joyous laughter as everyone quickly settled down. The wendigos, although not nocturnal still needed to regain the spent energy from the evening before. Thorne and Melanie silently disappeared upstairs to the room where they spent their first night. Slowly, Melanie strolled into the room, feeling Thorne's gaze burn her flesh, she slowly turned to face him.

"Melanie, you don't have to say anything. I was wrong, I was stupid and foolish, and I'm so sorry I made you feel the way you did. I love you, please know that. I was shocked, that's all." Thorne confessed.

"Why did you tell me you couldn't do this, carry on with our relationship?" Melanie asked, desperately wanting an answer. Her cheeks burned as Raphael's face quickly darted through her mind. The dark vampire was simply rebound material for Melanie, for Thorne had her mind, body, and soul.

"I wasn't sure if we'd be able to have children Melanie. My clan relies heavily on that. I was thinking of the clan, neglecting your feelings." Thorne continued. "Do you think I'm worthy of having your pups?" Thorne asked.

"Yes, I do Thorne." I love you too. And…there, well….I need to explain, about Raphael." Melanie stammered.

"No, please, not now." Thorne groaned.

"Yes, right now Thorne! I allowed Raphael to touch me, because I didn't know where you and I stood. Raphael made me feel wanted, and beautiful." Melanie confessed. "I felt like I was beneath you and not good enough," she added. "I just couldn't bring myself to actually have sex with Raphael."

"Thank goodness for that!" Thorne growled, averting his gaze from Melanie's. "I'm not sure how I would react, but at least his scent is almost gone," Thorne said, pulling the covers down to accompany them both. "It's my fault for driving you into his arms in the first place. I was an ass for having my doubts. I just hope you can forgive me."

"Are you mad at me?" Melanie asked, as she slowly approached Thorne from behind, pressing her soft body against his hard one. A long growl immediately slipped past his lips, causing his cock to rise.

"I'm not mad at you beautiful," Thorne confessed. "I mean, I still have images flitting through my mind, but I refuse to dwell on them Melanie. This is something I'll have to work through on my own."

"I need you to make love to me Thorne," Melanie murmured, rubbing her body seductively against his. "I need you to show me that you still love me, and find me attractive. I need you to hold me."

"Melanie, are you sure?" Thorne asked. Melanie was arousing him to no end. He still felt the same way about her when he first laid eyes upon her in Club Ravenous. "I think we should carry this outside woman. I don't want to focus on you and Raphael together, that was the other day. Now, it is you and I, forever! Run wild with me woman, let's surrender ourselves to the moon. I will make love to you the way you like." Thorne murmured.

"I forgive you for everything Thorne," Melanie murmured, as his earthly fragrance tingled within her nostrils. Let's bathe in the lake, not too far away from here!"

"I forgive you Melanie," Thorne whispered. "You are mine, all mine." He breathed into her ear, allowing his tongue to lightly touch her earlobe and neck. Slowly, the couple eased down the stairs, uncaring if anyone discovered what they were up to. Silently, they slipped out the door and into the warm morning air. Dawn was only half an hour away.

Quickly, Thorne and Melanie ran as fast as they could, down the hill and into the woods, donning their wolf forms. The larger, black short haired wolf playfully leapt onto the smaller, slender, silver-haired wolf, playfully pawing at her mate.

Eager to join as one with his mate, Thorne approached Melanie from the rear, unprepared as she quickly turned around, latching on to his shoulder with her teeth, flinging him to the ground. Stunned, and highly aroused by Melanie's pheromones, Thorne graciously accepted the challenge. Purposely, Melanie decided to give Thorne a hard time, pushing him away each time he tried to mount her. They carried on in this manner for several minutes, until they helplessly surrendered to their raging hormones.

Eventually, Melanie allowed Thorne to enter her from behind. Sliding deep inside her, Melanie growled, laying her front half to the ground so her haunches were high in the air, allowing Thorne access to all she had to offer. Bending down, Thorne gripped Melanie's neck with his powerful jaws, gently tightening with each thrust.

As the couple made love under the full moon, they shifted from wolf to human form, and back to wolf momentarily. Eventually, their wolf forms lost out to their human forms. Entwined in one another's arms, they continued their brazen dance, underneath a tree and some tall grass next to a quiet lake.

Changing positions, Thorne and Melanie lay on their sides. Gently, Thorne brushed his cock lightly against Melanie's voluptuous ass cheeks, causing a soft whimper to escape her lips. Reaching around, he gently caressed Melanie's full breasts, causing her erect nipples to swell further. Burying his face in her neck, Thorne inhaled her powerful intoxicating feminine scent, while his large powerful hands explored every inch of his mate's body.

Melanie thrust her ass against Thorne's cock, coaxing him to take her in their current position. She shuddered as Thorne's tongue savored her neck, causing her arousal to slowly dribble along her inner thighs. Impatiently, she guided his large hand to her pussy, sighing as Thorne slid a long, thick finger inside her. Quickly he pulled out, stroking her clitoris, bathing it in her juices.

Thorne guided his cock inside Melanie's tight cavern as he bit her neck, causing her silky wet sheath to tighten around him. Propping himself up on an elbow, Thorne's thrusts quickened as Melanie threw her head back against his chest, moaning with pleasure.

"Do you want me baby?" Thorne asked, slowly pumping in and out of Melanie's body, the urge to please her completely consuming him. "Tell me what you want, and how," he whispered seductively in Melanie's ear.

"Yes, oh…fuck, yes…Thorne." Melanie choked. "Like that, harder please, fuck , oh, ooohhh," Melanie moaned loudly. "I want you, oh God, I want you!" she called at the top of her lungs, as Thorne pulled her hair gently.

"What do you want, beautiful?" Thorne breathed.

"Pinch my nipples, hard!" Melanie moaned.

Obeying his lover's command, he intensified his grip on Melanie's erect nipples, causing her to gush, drowning his cock with hot, thick cream. Growling, Thorne slammed harder into Melanie as her essence slowly oozed down the base of his cock, pubic hair, and his large, pulsating balls.

"Finish this Thorne, make me yours, now!" She moaned. "Mark me, take me, ohhh….fuck me, harder!" Melanie howled, briefly shifting into wolf form. Her eyes shone a brilliant silver, highlighted with flecks of gold.

"You're mine, forever and always," Thorne moaned through gritted teeth. His dark eyes were glazed over with intense pleasure as he bit Melanie hard on her neck, marking her as his for life.

"Harder!" Melanie gasped,the pleasure building slowly within her core from Thorne's swift thrusts and the pleasurable hold he had on her with his teeth. One hand grasped her dark tresses, while the other gently stroked her jawbone, as the two writhed wildly against one another.

Melanie glanced down at the beautiful tribal tattoos on Thorne's arm, lightly raking her nails against them as he withdrew his teeth from her neck. Sensing her orgasm approaching, Thorne held his cock balls deep within her. His release would closely follow, and it was within Thorne's nature to allow Melanie to come first. Or, they would come together, he'd see to that.

"Melanie," he whispered against her neck. "I can't continue, or I'll explode inside you, beautiful one," Thorne announced, resting his head on Melanie's. Slowly, he pulled himself halfway out of Melanie's dripping sex.

"Nezhahwanega Kedah!" "I love you Thorne!" Melanie said, as Thorne slipped his cock deeper inside her. Hungrily, Thorne devoured her tongue with his, gently kneading her dark nipples with his fingers. Slowly, they continued making love, until the sun rose.

"Nezhahwanega Kedah!" "I love you too my sweet Melanie!" Thorne moaned.

Happily, they explored the land while in human and wolf form, their romantic tryst lasting the entire day. Enjoying one another's company, they spent their time swimming in the lake, making love whenever and wherever they could, and discussing their future.

Around sunset, Melanie and Thorne slowly gravitated towards the Jackson home, to find everyone sitting around the table, sipping coffee. Isaac and Brady were still there, reminiscing of the old days.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here, the love birds!" Storm teased. "Thorne, I have something I need to tell you."

"Actually brother, I have something I need to tell you." Thorne said.

"Me first. I need you to know, I think you deserve your place in the clan. I know you'll do an excellent job. You have really turned yourself around, and I'm proud."

"I don't want to be clan leader, maybe some time in the future, but for now, I need to be here, with Melanie and her family." Thorne said, deciding the peaceful surroundings would be beneficial to his and Melanie's relationship.

"Soooo, I'm assuming you have your credit cards, and bank account information with you?" Storm asked his little brother, knowing he had made his decision.

"Yeah, I do. Speaking of credit, I'll need to turn in that rental car. They probably think I've stolen it." Thorne said, stroking the patch of hair in the cleft of his chin.

"We'll take it back, the rental agency is run by a close friend of mine who is a distant tribe member." Hawk said. "She'll understand, no worries."

"You know me too well, brother. I have a woman to take care of, and will provide well for her. Thorne turned to Melanie's father. "I promise to make your daughter happy, the way a man is supposed to. I love her, and I would like for us to get to know one another. I believe you and I got off on the wrong foot." Thorne continued.

"Wow, son. I'm impressed. Deep down, I know you and Melanie will be together for a long time, and I know you love her. Folks make mistakes, and I just need you to know, I apologize for some of the things I've said, you know, trying to agitate you and all." Donovan confessed.

"Well, I guess it's settled," Storm said. "I'll continue the role as pack leader, until I find someone else, or until you decide to come back to New Orleans little brother. Whenever your ready, let me know," Storm said, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"We should be leaving," Ronnie stated. "We have a rental car and a plane to catch. I've already changed the times, and to tell you the truth, it will be nice to get back home. Graham has had his hands full with the young men of our clan. They are stubborn and mean well, but need Hawk's guidance."

"Yeah man, we need to go too, have a lot of stuff today back at the pool hall, you know? Isaac told Donovan, looking over at Brady. "You better keep in touch with us man." he added.

"Don't worry, we'll be in touch," Donovan said, shaking his comrades' hands. "It was a shame to have some type of disturbance bring us together again."

"You know man, I'm just upset I didn't get to see more action!" Isaac laughed. "It has been quite some time since I've seen some major action."

"You think you had your share of action back in New York," Natalie laughed.

"After Vietnam, I would have figured you'd be happy leading a life of leisure," Donovan grinned, pulling Natalie close to him.

"Well man, I get restless every now and again. Got to change some things up. The daily grind gets to me sometimes, that's why I do some traveling here and there," Isaac explained. "Well man, got to go, catch you all later."

Storm and his crew left, telling the Jacksons to visit New Orleans, since the pact was reinforced and things would be a bit more peaceful. Storm promised them all he'd take them on a tour to the mysterious city.

The house seemed to be deserted after everyone left. Melanie, Thorne, and Natalie settled down, spending leisure time together. Talk slowly gravitated towards Edolonia, something Melanie now thoroughly enjoyed.

With pride, Natalie lightly stroked the Aldelandian, reveling in the possibility of discovering others of her kind among the stars. Memories of younger days flashed in her mind, causing her to smile.

"We'll test this out later," Natalie said as Melanie joined her in admiring the beautiful talisman. "I'm eager and nervous at the same time Melanie. I'm hoping those we contact exist on peaceful planets."

"I can't wait until we make contact." Melanie said, grabbing hold of Thorne's hand as he slipped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Mom, you mind sharing some of your stories of Edolonia with Thorne?" Melanie asked. "I'll make the coffee. "My new mate needs a little history lesson, who knows, maybe one day we'll move to another planet?" she added.

"Oh hell no!" Donovan exclaimed. "Nat, if you discover long lost folks out there in space, their asses will need to relocate to Earth; I'll be damned if I'm taking up residence in space!"

Everyone busted out laughing as Donovan strolled over to the table, rolling his eyes."Thorne, my son, come here; let the women talk among themselves. Let's talk about my grandchildren….

The End

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