Well it could be a bit of a wait for the following chapter as I have an overactive imagination and only 24 hours in a day but on the plus side is that you will see more of my twisted little mind's creations along the way. :Þ
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Chapter 4: Waiting.
Michael sat at Michelle's side holding her hand and waiting for her to wake. It had been several hours since William accidentally knocked her out whilst breaking through her front door and now it was getting late in the afternoon and the shadows were growing long. Michael did not understand what was going on, the two wolves that were disguised as Michelle's pet dogs had told his father everything but nobody had bothered to tell him anything yet.
The unconscious Michelle groaned and rolled over startling Michael out of his daze. "Shell?" he called to her hoping that she was finally waking up. To his surprise Michelle stretched and began to shift into her lupine form. The change was so subtle that he was not sure he was actually seeing correctly, her face paled and a mask of fine downy white fur sprouted over her skin followed by a coarser darker layer around her eyes like the band on a racoon, her nose and mouth grew from the relatively flat human features to the more canine snout with a black point for her nose. Michael was mesmerised by the beauty of her lupine form as it gradually came into existence, he watched her ears grow and sharpen and her ribs gently change to the more voluminous torso of her wolf. The change took nearly an hour but at the end a gorgeous silvery grey werewolf lay beneath the sheets of the hospital bed, the gown torn to shreds. Like all lycanthropic creatures they retain a percentage of their human side when in animal form, Michelle's paws were more like human hands with claws at the tips of her fingers and no doubt that her eyes remained the earthy garnet he had fallen in love with.
"She does that nearly every night," Tala whispered as she entered the room, "because of the spell that Bedella cast twelve years ago, it suppressed her ability to morph into her wolf so it only happens when she sleeps." The muscular woman sat next to him staring down at her charge, "the sídhe are curious fae. Bedella is a close friend of her father Bleddyn, the Alpha of the Dawnlight Pack."
"The outer realms?" Michael asked, "So that's why you called her by another name."
"Yes, she was named after her father," Tala moved her gaze to him trying to be sympathetic, "Her real name is Bleddwen."
"'Beautiful Wolf'," he translated, "Why was she cast out of Dawnlight?"
The woman sighed, "Aggressive politics and near fatal threats forced Bleddyn's hand to hide all his remaining children. His heir was murdered by the Aurora pack nearly twenty years ago and did not want to risk any more of his children when the dhampires began making threats. She was kidnapped by the dhampire clan and was rescued by Fenrir and myself." Tala rubbed her eyes feeling the exhaustion from their busy day, "long story short: Bleddwen and her remaining three litter mates were hidden around the seven realms, I don't know where her brothers went but she wished to come here and have the name Michelle."
Michael squeezed her hand, "I don't know my mate at all, do I?"
"There's more that you should know," she continued, "there is a contract between the Midnight and Dawnlight Packs which is over a hundred years old. The heir to the Midnight Pack had come to Alpha Bleddyn to seek his aid to remove his father from power. Alpha Bleddyn agreed to help on the condition that the two packs become allies. It was just to be a peace treaty but Bleddwen in all her childish enthusiasm for wanting to do what the adults do insisted in attending the meeting and the aspiring Alpha instantly took to her so now the peace that both Midnight and Dawnlight now share was on the condition that Bleddwen mated with the Midnight Alpha."
"So I may have started a war?"
"That depends whether Brynjar is that concerned with upholding the contract a century after it was signed," Tala paused in thought before continuing, "he may challenge you for the rite of mating her or he might petition the elders for an annulment. Either way you might very well end up dead."
"A comforting thought," Michael sarcastically responded. "I wonder if any of my sisters would be willing to take Michelle's place?"
"Don't be too quick to offer your family up as compensation, you know nothing of the man," she warned her eyes boring into his with intense caution, "I hear he is much like his late father, cruel for his own entertainment."
"Then you do not know him personally," Mike smiled to himself at the discovery, "What you hear could just be rumour."
"Rumour or not, you must not so hasty when it comes to dealing with the outer realms," she gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "Just be here for Bleddwen for now. She needs you."
Michael smiled as the masculine woman left and he returned his attention back to his own mate who had reverted to her human form. He brought her hand to his lips, "Please wake my love," he whispered as he kissed her.
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Fenrir lay in bed, he had been waiting for his mate for nearly an hour when she finally entered the room. "You took you sweet time," he grumbled.
Tala had entered quietly expecting him to be asleep, "I like the young Beta," she said softly. "I couldn't let him remain in the dark."
Fenrir sat up his long blond hair flowing over his shoulders, "I wish this assignment had gone differently." He reached out for his black haired beauty, "though this is not entirely a bad turn of events." He swept her dark hair aside and planted a series of gentle kisses along the olive skin of her neck sending a quiver through her entire body. "I have wanted to do this of ages," he muttered into the crook of her neck before he bit her.
Tala gave a small whimper as her mate's teeth sank into her drawing out several beads of blood in the process. "Fenrir," she called softly leaning into his loving arms as the wrapped firmly around her waist. His hands did not idle for long, slipping under the t-shirt she wore and tracing the outline of her muscles. "Yes," she hissed as he bit down harder his fingers trailing lower, creeping their way under the elastic of the track-pants she wore.
"Too long," he growled as he released her shoulder licking up the red fluid.
"Too long," she agreed, her hips trembling as he found the sizable nub and squeezed it gently.
"I'm going to bite this," he teased tweaking it hard causing her to cry out. Tala and Fenrir had waited twelve years to be able to copulate in human form. Wolves were pack animals and usually close to other members of their pack, mates needed to be close to one another and being separated for any length of time could lead to many psychological problems and in the worst case death to both of them. Mated wolves also had a need to be intimate frequently regardless of whether the female was in heat or not, a female's fertility just intensified that need.
Fenrir flipped Tala onto her back ripping her clothing off in an unceremonious way, leaving her writhing on the bed anticipating his next move. Fenrir's strikingly blue eyes seemed to glow as he grinned at his mate, "I am truly the luckiest wolf in all of creation," his broad toothy smile was mirrored by his mate.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked coyly opening her legs to show her desire for him.
