22 comments/ 23985 views/ 94 favorites Gypsy Wolf Ch. 01 By: chromex This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. Please be aware this story is simply introducing characters and the world. As such it does not contain sex in any form. ***** Fear, as it turns out, is an amazing motivator. Especially when that fear is for your very life. I was running faster than I ever possibly imagined I could. My shoes splashing as they hit the wet pavement was barely audible over the hard rain pouring down. Even so I could still hear the sounds from the whatever it was that was chasing me. The high pitched scraping of its claws against the concrete, its breathing labored and hot, and holy fuck the smell. Even through the rain I could smell its foul stench, like a corpse left to rot in the sun. The flashes of lightning and the crash of thunder just added to the horror. "Slow down bitch," a voice said spurring me to run even faster, "Slow down and I promise you'll be dead before I fuck your ass." Oh fucking awesome it talks. The voice could only be described as gravely and torn as if it was barely used. Suffice to say I didn't find his offer to be something I could agree with and the fact he was talking as I could barely keep my wind didn't reassure me of my chances. This is what I get for deciding to go for a run at three in the morning. My night had been restless as they all were lately and a long lull in the rain had it looking like a good chance to burn some energy. I knew it was going to be a short window of opportunity to get the run in but I was certainly regretting it now. I had been running for no more than a minute when something sprang out from an alleyway and attempted to grab me. This wasn't the first time someone had tried to grab me from that alley so I was able to dodge out of the way but just barely. Of course the previous attempts to grab me had at least been human, well subhuman anyways. The creature chasing my now could only be described as something out of a horror movie fan's wet dream. I only got a quick glimpse and I wasn't about to slow down to get a better look. Claw like hands covered in dark fur and golden eyes sat deep in a face that could only be described as wolf like. Fuck me I was being chased by a werewolf. Worse still I was being chased by a werewolf that wanted to fuck me. Stride after stride I kept up my pace chewing up the ground as I tried to stay ahead. "Getting tired yet?" the creature said, "Because I'm not." Unfortunately I was. I could feel the burn beginning in my legs and before long I was going to falter. As the street came to an end I thought I had a chance if I broke through the park so I veered sharply and heard the creature stumble as my turn was unexpected. Hitting the trees I soon realized the enormity of the mistake I had just made. On the street I could maintain my speed and not have to worry about roots and branches. Being dressed in running shorts and a sports bra is not the best choice when you are smashing through wet plant life as the brambles and thorns tore at my skin. I was forced to turn when I thought I saw another grey creature in front of me as the lightning flashed across the sky. "Thanks cunt," the first creature said, "You saved me the effort of carrying your corpse over here." I knew I only had a few moments of energy left before my legs gave out completely and I wasn't going to play the helpless victim. If I was going to be killed I was going to get a shot in first. Picking a spot to make my stand I came to a sliding stop and spun as I threw my punch. A series of lightning flashes gave the entire scene a surreal feeling as my punch flew towards the werewolf's face. He was only a couple of feet away from me but there was a second werewolf seemingly ready to tackle him. All of the impacts seemed to happen simultaneously as the punch, which had been aimed for his nose, glanced off his snout and slid into his mouth. The momentum of the two werewolves caused them to barrel over me and we all crashed to the ground. His teeth ripped through my arm as if it was a turkey drumstick at renaissance faire as the pain exploded and at least two ribs shattered as the werewolves crashed on top of me. Luckily, if you want to call it that, the two wolves seemed more interested in each other than me and I swear I felt the grey one pushing me away. The fight was more brutal than I ever possibly imagined as claws and teeth ripped through flesh and blood was everywhere. Eventually the grey, who had the advantage of not playing cat and mouse with me, managed to dig his claws into the blacks throat and completely remove it. I know now I was in shock as I sat there on the ground watching the two werewolves fight. Why else would I sit there as a Wes Craven movie played out before me? Seeing the grey stalking over to me my eyes were wide and frightened but I couldn't make myself move. "Your hurt," he said, for up close there was no question as to his gender, in the same gravely kind of voice, "Let me see your arm." Looking down I was shocked to see my forearm bent at a ninety degree angle and a large chunk of flesh gone. "Fuck! This is not good," the grey said before seeming to think really hard. Hearing a werewolf say fuck suddenly struck me as incredibly funny and I started to giggle. It slowly turned into full on laughter as the loss of blood started to get to me. "Bad doggie," I said, "You shouldn't say fuck." Not my first choice of possible last words but you go with what you have. As I sat there cradling my arm with my blood soaking into the wet ground I felt his claw or paw, do werewolves have paws, close around my upper forearm and squeeze tightly. I thought perhaps he was trying to stop the flow of blood but everything began to fade out and soon the blackness enveloped me. The knowledge that I was in a hospital was the first thing to come to me as I returned to consciousness. Where else do you hear the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor and see privacy curtains? The room was dark as my eyes drifted open but I was able to make out the typical hospital equipment. The dull throb of my arm got my attention as I noticed the bandages and splint running from elbow to wrist. Considering the damage I vaguely remembered seeing I was thrilled my fingers wiggled when I wanted them to. Noticing what looked like a call button I pushed it only to hear a soft whirring from the machine my IV bag was connected to and within moments I felt myself drifting back to sleep. "I'm sorry," a male voice said as I felt myself waking up later on, "she did what?" "She was leading Ramirez through the park when she came to a stop and tried to get a shot in on him," another male said although there was something vaguely familiar about the voice, "If I hadn't tackled him when I did she would have punched him square in the nose. I doubt she knew I was closing in but even if she did she had no way of knowing I was after him." "So let me get this straight," a woman's voice said, "He chases her for who knows how long and she just stops and basically says fuck you I'm going down swinging. Ballsy I'll give her that. Also sneaky since she's awake and listening." I had slowly become more and more aware as they talked but kept silent in case something important was said. Opening my eyes fully it took a moment before everything came into focus and once it did I wasn't sure I wanted to keep them open. With the privacy curtains pulled back I discovered the room was less hospital room and more prison cell. From what I could see the room was square with a wide steel door set into the wall facing me. The entire place looked to be painted in that same shitty green color you always see in movie mental institutions. Quickly coming to the conclusion that I sure as fuck wasn't anywhere I really wanted to be I settled my gaze on the people in the room. Having already pieced together that one of the guys was the grey from last night I was shocked at how ordinary they looked. "I'm Natalie and this is Rasp. How are you feeling?" the woman said just way to cheerfully. With her blonde hair and blue eyes Natalie reminded me of the archtypical cheerleader with how small and bubbly she was and yet there was definitely intelligence behind those eyes. Hovering close to Natalie was probably the largest human being I had ever seen. With his dark hair and eyes he was a walking wall of muscle but the was something very predatory about him and I was thankful it hadn't been him chasing me through the park. Rasp seemed a very appropriate name. The last guy in the room with his blonde hair and blue eyes had to be well over six feet but looked tiny compared to Rasp. As I said it was amazing how ordinary they all looked. True they all leaned towards the decidedly attractive side of ordinary but they were not super model gorgeous. I'm not sure why but I had the strong feeling Natalie and Rasp behind were in charge. There just seemed to be an aura of control about them. Hearing the door creak open an older gentleman entered the room and came over to the bed. "Elizabeth, Elizabeth Grey and other than knowing how a chew toy feels and that werewolves are real, I'm just peachy," I said not feeling particularly generous at the moment. My mood quickly deteriorated as I was fairly certain I wouldn't be able to leave this room anytime soon. "So who decided that Exorcist green was a good color?" I asked, "This room is about as inviting as an oven is to a turkey." I had never seen more uncomfortable fake smiles than the ones they wore. "I did actually. There was a time when that was a very popular color. I'm Damien the pack doctor and I just need to check your bandages," the older gentleman said. I could tell he was trying to lighten the mood in the room but for some reason I was getting more angry and who the fuck turned up the heat? "Why the fuck am I here?" I asked my anger spiking up and down, "As a matter of fact where the fuck is here exactly and what do you mean pack? I know all the hospitals in the area and this sure as fuck isn't one of them." I could feel the sweat beading on my body as the room got hotter and hotter. "Why the fuck is it so hot in here?" I asked. Looking at the four of them I realized even though they were backing away from me I could see them even clearer than before. I could see the tiny beads of sweat forming at their brows and the subtle undercurrent of nervous fear was almost palpable on my tongue and in my nose. Their breathing though calm screamed in my ears as it whistled through their nostrils. Seeing them back away a rational thought somehow squirmed its way into my brain and asked a simple question. Why? If they were indeed werewolves then why were they afraid of me? What was happening to me that would make them afraid? "What is happening to me?" I cried. My skin felt like it was burning where the blankets covered my legs. Tossing back the covers I saw that my legs and chest were covered with scratches too deep to come from the thorns. I had been hurt worse during the fight than I had thought. "You're shifting and I'm sorry but it's going to hurt," Rasp said. There was an unexpected sadness to his voice that broke my heart. Faster than I would have thought possible they cleared the room and slammed the door shut. It almost made me laugh to hear all the individual locks clicked shut as they secured the door. What did he mean by shifting? The pain. I learned a new definition of pain when it began. It started so suddenly and seemingly everywhere that as I doubled over I spilled out of the bed and landed hard on my side. The pain from the impact was pleasant compared to the liquid fire raging through my veins, the toxins from Ramirez's bites beginning their brutal mission. My body began to convulse violently as a scream ripped from my lungs as every molecule in my body felt as if it were dipped in lava. Lashing out I kicked the bed, the frame buckling under the impact. For a moment, a brief moment full of false hope, the pain subsided and I was able to roll onto my stomach but then a new pain replaced the old. The new pain was worse, more cruel than the old for it brought sounds to fill my ears and horrors for my eyes to witness. As I endured these terrors I could feel the bond to my sanity stretching further and further. With each new sensation of agony the connection grew more tenuous but I wouldn't let go, I couldn't surrender to the pain. If I felt pain then I was alive and if I was going to be alive I was going to be myself. It was at my spine this new agony started, the bones crunching and shifting as they changed shape. Spreading out like a cancer every bone in my body transformed. Feeling my pelvis explode and reform, my shoulders cracking over and over as they spread wider, and watching my hands as the individual joints shattered and stretched with vicious claws piercing through the skin. Time seemed to slow as the pain just dragged on and on. For an instant I wondered if a cruel joke was going to be played on me but only for an instant. My head shifted last; my face stretched out before my eyes, bending and contorting to form a muzzle, lengthening and widening as the space between my eyes grew and my skull flattened. It was almost as an afterthought that thick black fur sprouted from my skin, covering my entire body. It was now, at the end, I found the fragile grip on my sanity tested even further. As if hurtling itself at a wounded animal a presence in my mind roared forward attempting to seize control. Somehow I knew if I lost this fight I would be lost, my mind collapsing under the strain and only the animal would remain. I could see it in my mind, a large black she-wolf, her eyes as blue as the ocean as she bit and clawed at me trying to force me to submit. As I avoided her blows I realized this was not your zoo raised wolf as she had the lean ragged appearance of one used to fighting for survival. Finally leaping at me in frustration I was able to dodge out of the way before flinging myself onto her back. Wrapping my arms around her neck I began to squeeze with everything I had as she tried shaking me off. Even though this battle was in my mind I felt her fur under my fingers and my arms shaking from the exertion. Wrapping my legs around her body I soon felt her weakening and slowly drop to the ground. Releasing her she rolled over onto her back exposing her belly and throat to me. "Stand up," I said to the wolf somehow knowing what I needed to do, "Neither of us can do this alone but together we can do the impossible." Getting to her feet I saw that she was far more ragged looking than I initially thought. She may only exist in my mind but we were now two parts of the same whole. "Agreed," the wolf said in my mind, "The impossible we shall do." Turning around I watched her walk away a few paces before sitting down. I knew what she was doing. She would always be there; ready and waiting, sometimes to help and sometimes to take control if I needed her to. "Back to the real world," the wolf chuckled, "It's time for your new life to begin." The floor was cool against my skin as my eyes fluttered open and even though every muscle in my body burned I needed to get to my feet. It sounded like someone was playing with bubble wrap as I slowly lifted myself up and grabbing what was left of the bed dragged myself to my feet. Looking around I had to admit I was impressed with the level of destruction I apparently had wrought upon the room. There wasn't a single piece of medical equipment or furniture that wasn't bent or smashed in some unnatural fashion. Just as my stomach let out a wholly inhuman grumble a panel I hadn't noticed earlier slid open and a large tray of raw meat was pushed into the room. Moving to grab the tray I realized it was piled with an absolutely obscene amount of meat. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to eat that much meat but I picked up the tray and using the mangled bed as a table began to eat. Sinking my teeth into the meat I was amazed at the flavors that just seemed to explode on my tongue as the juice ran down my throat. Piece after piece found it's way into my stomach until to my amazement the tray sat empty in front of me. Picking up the now empty tray I took it across the room and dropped it in front of the panel before crossing back to the other side. As I expected the panel didn't open until I was as far away as was possible. Despite having eaten at least ten pounds of meat I didn't feel in the slightest bit nauseous and hoped this wasn't going to be my new usual intake of food. I'd be broke within a month if that was the case. As I explored the room I began to notice a variety of hidden panels and doors that my old eyes simply were not good enough to pick up. A soft hiss to my left exposed a small alcove with a steel sink and toilet as well as a full length steel mirror. Forcing myself to ignore the mirror I moved to the sink and began rinsing my face off in the cold water. With the water flowing over my hands my eyes were drawn to my arm, my wholly unbroken and intact arm. Raising my arm to face level I stared at it trying to discern where the large chunk of missing flesh had been. Even with my new superior vision the skin was smooth and even and it appeared some small scars I had before were gone. Glancing at the mirror I found myself drawn to it, the curiosity just too much to overcome anymore. At first glance the changes were so subtle I didn't even notice but the longer I stood there the more apparent they became. My long black hair was far thicker and fuller and somehow several inches longer now reaching to just above my ass. My skin was clear of blemishes and smoother that I could ever get no matter how expensive of a cream I used. It quickly became obvious I was going to need to get a new wardrobe as my breasts seemed to have grown at least a full cup size and I was already a large C cup to begin with. My stomach which was already flat and smooth had become more defined with just the hint of a six pack showing. Overall everything seemed more fit and toned with the curves I had always strived to obtain. Leaning closer to the mirror to check my teeth I was startled by the dark blue eyes staring back at me. My eyes had always been blue but now they were the same deep rich ocean blue of the she-wolf instead of the light pale blue of before. Opening my mouth I quickly noticed a distinct lack of fillings or other dental work which meant I was going to need to find a new dentist. Do werewolves have dentists or do they go to the vet? I couldn't help but cracking up at my own joke as I pictured a werewolf sitting in the waiting room of a veterinarian holding it's own leash. My attention was drawn to the sound of a panel sliding open and I turned to see a pile of clothes where the food had been pushed in. Pulling on the clothes which consisted of nothing more than loose cotton gym shorts and a black tank top I decided if they weren't going to open the door I might as well be productive. Pulling the mattress from the remains of the bed I began to stack the damaged and broken items into one corner of the room to give me room to move. As I worked a soft whirring sound caught my ear and looking up I noticed cameras in each corner of the room as well as one directly overhead. Finishing quickly and with enough room to move around I knelt on the ground and began going through my usual yoga routine. I will say I was impressed at just how much more flexible I had become. As I went through my routine I closed my eyes and found myself face to face with my wolf. Getting up she walked slowly towards me and circled me once before sitting back on her haunches in front of me. I wasn't sure what she wanted so I sat down in front of her and just watched. "They are waiting to see what you are going to do," she said, "You were bitten by a rogue werewolf and they have to see how the bite is going to affect you." Gypsy Wolf Ch. 01 "What are they waiting to see?" I asked. "When a rogue bites someone they tend to be exceedingly violent and become a rogue themselves," she said, "They want to see if you are actually in control or if I am. They will keep you here to see if you fly into a rage over being contained. If you do then you will be destroyed and me with you. I would really prefer it if that didn't happen. A controlled shift would probably help to convince them." "I'll pass," I said shivers running up my spine as I remembered the pain, "If I have to go through that every single time I don't think I could handle it." "Only the first time is painful," she said, "Yours especially so from how you were bitten. If you shift by choice it will be almost instantaneous and not take two hours." I hadn't realized the shift had taken that long. I began to wonder how I was able to hold on to my sanity through it all. "I'm not thrilled about this idea but I'll give it a try," I said, "How do I do this?" Without answering my wolf walked forward until her nose was touching me and as I watched our bodies began to merge. Blinking my eyes open I saw that I had indeed shifted although a werewolf in shorts and a shredded tank top was a pretty funny sight to behold. My senses were even sharper than before as my eyes picked out the smallest details in the walls. Making my way around the room I began to realize just how sensitive my nose was. The scent from the tray of meat hung in the air and as I passed the door I could tell there was someone sitting on the other side. Pausing to examine the door I ran my claws slowly across the steel causing that same high pitched scream of fingers on a chalkboard only hundreds of times worse. It was painful to hear but I had to chuckle at the swearing I heard from beyond the door. I wondered if anyone else was swearing as well as the room was likely wired for sound. Taking my time I eventually found myself in front of the mirror again. It's strange to look out your own eyes and see a different face staring back at you. I had the same lean ragged look as the wolf in my head with deep blue eyes staring back. I was decidedly taller reaching maybe six foot two instead of my usual five foot six. Slowly turning around I had to stop for a moment as my brain tried to reconcile what I saw. Starting at just below the small of my back and curling to hover just above the floor was a tail. Slightly bushy and the same black as the rest of my fur and I couldn't help but start laughing hysterically. Crashing to the floor in laughter I found that I had shifted back into my human form. Of everything that had happened to find myself sporting a tail was just so impossibility ridiculous I couldn't help but laugh. Dragging myself to the mattress I continued to laugh until everything that had happened this morning, I think, finally caught up with me and I drifted off to sleep. The smell of fresh meat worked it's way through the fog of sleep and registered in my brain triggering a loud rumbling in my stomach. Slowly waking I realized as soon as my eyes were open I was no longer in the same room as before. I found myself laying in a large insanely comfortable bed and as I lifted my head to look around I zeroed in on the tray of meat on the table across the room. Quickly getting up I moved to the table and started to consume the meat in a way that would make a great white shark proud. My hunger satiated for the moment I began to better examine my surroundings. The room was part of a suite with a living room connected by a double door. Stepping into the bathroom I discovered it was larger than the bedroom in my apartment. A giant tub with a separate shower dominated one wall with a double sink and an enclosed toilet on the other. From the bottles on the sink I could tell this was a woman's room as she used all of the same products I did. The decision to take a shower was a pretty easy one to make since I couldn't remember the last time I took one. Turning on the water the steam immediately began to fill the air. As I pulled off my top I froze when I saw in the mirror I was wearing a well worn paper thin Ren and Stimpy t-shirt, my Ren and Stimpy t-shirt. Looking at the bottles on the sink I realized they were the same products I used because they were the same fucking bottles I had at my apartment. Running out to the bedroom I started yanking open drawers only to discover all of my clothes. Searching the closet produced the same results. Walking out to the living area I found all of my movies and Xbox One games. I was in a daze as I went back into the bathroom. Stripping off my shorts I stepped into the shower and stood there for several minutes just letting the hot water flow over me. With my new enhanced senses washing my hair and body was almost a religious experience and I was sorely tempted to try out the hand held sprayer for some stress relief. Stepping out of the shower I wrapped myself in what had to be the fluffiest towel in existence and I can say I've never enjoyed drying off more in my life. I finished my usual routine of getting ready by grabbing my toothbrush and scrubbing my fangs. It's pretty hard to laugh with a toothbrush in your mouth as I realized I do now officially have fangs. Finally finished I toweled my hair dry before stepping out into the bedroom. I stopped short when I realized someone had been in the room while I was in the shower. Setting out on the bed was underwear and jeans with a t-shirt dangling from a hanger on a nearby chair. My boots with socks were sitting on the floor next to the chair. Pulling on the clothes I quickly had to abandon the idea of wearing a bra as mine threatened to explode under the strain of my larger breasts and the t-shirt was indecently tight as I slipped it on. Pulling on my wranglers I was surprised at the difficulty I had pulling them up over my ass but the jeans were definitely better filled out then I remembered. With my brown boots on I dug through the drawers until I found my usual belt and slipped it on. I wasn't sure where my jewelry had gone to so I passed on any of that. I wasn't sure what I was going to do next so I headed out to the living area. "I hope you found everything ok," Natalie said from the couch, "You were out for a few days so we had some people bring your belongings over. Thought it would make the transition easier." Unlike the last time I saw her the smile actually seemed genuine but there definitely was an underlying strength about her. "I'm sorry this happened to you," she said getting up and taking my hands, "but sometimes the best thing is to just carry on." Sometimes I laugh at things that aren't actually funny but to have Natalie quote my high school motto of all things just tickled me and I started cracking up. "Did I say something funny?" she asked which just set me off even further. It was several minutes before I could pull myself together and when I finally stopped Natalie had a wry grin on her face. "I've seen people adapt to being changed in lots of different ways," she said, "but no one has ever laughed about it as much as you have." "I'm sorry it's just how I deal with things," I said, "So two questions; how long was I out for and why exactly is all of my stuff here?" "You were out six days," she said sitting at the table. "As for the rest it's a bit complicated. You were bitten by what we call a rogue, basically a were who is not part of a pack or one of the handful of true lone wolves. They tend to be a little insane and the wolf who bit you was one of the worst. He killed out of boredom and for fun and you just happened to be out while he was on a hunt. Luckily Mike was hunting him as well." "Ramirez," I said. The little I did remember of that night sent chills up my spine. "Yes Ramirez," she said, "It's no loss that he's dead but you did inadvertently help Mike with his hunt. By biting you in our pack's territory and then you somehow surviving the most horrifying shift I've ever seen he made you our responsibility. Almost the entire pack lives here in the compound with a few exceptions that are our liaisons with the human businesses we deal with. We will evaluate your skills and figure out how you can best contribute to the pack." "So just because I got bit by a rabid dog," I said, "you expect me to completely abandon my life? Forget my friends and family, leave my job behind, and fucking give up everything I've worked my ass off to get. Fuck that." I was livid at the audacity of her to tell me I had to give up everything I'd busted my ass to earn. Natalie let out a resigned sigh. "Elizabeth let me explain something," she said, "The only reason our kind have survived for the thousands of years we have is because we keep our existence a secret. The Shadow Reavers are six hundred years old but the pack we were split off from has been in existence for as long as anyone can remember. A pack is more than just a group of people it's your family and we care for each other like a family and like it or not you're part of this family now. You're far safer here with us than trying to adapt on your own." "So where do you fit in this family?" I asked my anger defused by the obvious care she had for her pack. "Rasp and I are the Alphas so you could say we're Mom and Dad but there is so much more to it that that," she said, "There is a rank structure in the pack and part of evaluating your skills is determining your rank. Betas are our enforcers and front line fighters with Delta's making up the bulk of the general population and Omegas as the lowest ranked who do most of the work around the house and compound." "And where exactly do you foresee me fitting into this little jigsaw puzzle of yours?" I asked. There was no way in hell I was going to be a house bitch. "Well that depends," Rasp said as my door swung open and he walked in, "on what did you did before. We tried to determine your employment by looking at the stuff in your apartment but we couldn't figure it out." Reaching the table he picked up Natalie, chair and all, before spending the next few minutes kissing her. She struggled against him at first but it looked more like she was playing a game than actually fighting him. From the smile on her face as her put her down I was fairly certain I was right. "Rasp," she said as Rasp stood behind her and held her hand, "it's rude to ask a question then make it so she can't answer." "I know," he said, "but I thought of something more important to do after I asked it. So what exactly did you do?" "I worked for K & K Bail Bonds," I said. That was all I usually said as people usually made certain assumptions and I wanted to see if Rasp was going to do the same. "Really and what did you do for them?" he said, "You don't seem like the paperwork and office kind of person. Actually wait a second don't answer that." For some reason his brow crinkled for a second. "Nick will be here in just a minute," he said his smile making me think he was up to something. I was confused as to how he could know someone was on the way without actually doing anything. It was just a couple of minutes later that a familiar face poked through the door. "You wanted to see me Alpha?" Nick said sounding positively cheerful until his eyes settled on me, "What the fuck is she doing here? I mean, I'm sorry Alphas please forgive me." To see him go from cheerful to on his knees almost pleading for his life was rather disturbing but I decided to stay quiet and see how it played out. "Tell me something Nick," Rasp asked, "How is it that you know someone who works for a bond agency by sight and from her reaction she certainly knows you?" Crossing the room he put his large hand on Nick's shoulders and pulled him to his feet. "And you know better than trying to lie to me," Rasp added. "When I was still living outside the compound I skipped on bond and she captured and brought me in." Nick said. Well he technically wasn't lying, he just neglected to mention it happened more than once which caused my eyebrow to rise and a slight smirk to appear on my face. When Natalie cleared her throat Nick suddenly became much more talkative. "It was three times," he said, "Three times and after the last one I moved back to the compound. That's why I haven't asked to be allowed to go into town. I thought I was safe from her here." "Does he still have a warrant out for his arrest?" Rasp asked. "Yes he does," I said, "If I bring him in it's five grand to me." Watching Rasp and Natalie exchange looks it was apparent they didn't realize how lucrative the business could really be. True, most recoveries didn't make nearly that but much but enough of the ones I did let me live a decent life. "Nick," Rasp said, "pack your stuff. When you asked to join this pack we told you the rules and what was expected so now I'm going to give you a choice. You can either face human judgment after which you will be allowed back but at an Omega rank or you can face me in the circle right now. Your choice." I wasn't sure what the circle was but from how Nick paled at the simple mention of it I knew it was somewhere I wanted to avoid if at all possible. "I will go with her Alphas and thank you for giving me the chance to return," Nick said, "I will happily spend time as an Omega if it gets Beth the Bitch off my back." When you are good at your job and in my profession nicknames are inevitable, especially if you have a pair of tits. "Nick," Natalie said, "I recommend not letting me hear you refer to one of my Betas like that ever again or you will be facing her in the circle." I was going to have to start calling Nick the Chameleon for how quickly he was able to change colors as he went from white to green. "Now go pack and report back to Elizabeth when you're done," she said. "Yes Alpha," he said before racing out of the room. "Beta? Are you sure about that babe?" Rasp asked, "It's going to raise a ruckus with some of your other Betas. You know damm good and well Holly isn't going to be happy about it." "Positive," Natalie said, "Why do you think I had her put in this room? You said you worked and fought for everything you earned. Well nothing is different here but the fights are for real. I think you will make an outstanding Beta but there will be challenges. I hope you're up to it." "What kind of challenges are we talking about," I asked. "Combat with either a lower rank wanting to move up," Rasp said, "or more likely a current Beta. Holly likes to think she runs the Betas so she's probably going to jump at the chance to establish her dominance. We will introduce you after you get back from taking in Nick. Normally I couldn't care less about human judgment but he was told specifically to stay out of trouble with the human authorities. That's how he got kicked out of his previous pack. How long do you think he will go away for?" "Depends on if he gets a decent lawyer," I said, "Maybe probation or five years. It's a crap shoot really." I didn't even remember what he was originally wanted for but I was glad to be clearing him off my ledger of failed recoveries if he was going to be my last one. "You enjoy your job don't you?" Rasp asked. "Absolutely," I said, "The adrenaline rush as you take down a particularly challenging capture especially if they rabbit on you and the added bonus of clearing some trash off the streets." "You make it sound like a hunt," Rasp said his eyes wide with excitement. "It is," I said, "You have to locate your target, plan the takedown, and then execute it. Like I said when they run there isn't an adrenaline rush like it in the world." "Rasp you can't be serious?" Natalie said. I really needed to figure out this silent communication thing they had going on. "Elizabeth you can keep your job as long as you contribute your take to the pack," Rasp said, "As for the adrenaline rush you will discover you're wrong the first time you hunt as your wolf. Consider it payment for room and board if you want but remember your first responsibility is to the pack and to your Alphas." Inside I was doing backflips at the thought of chasing bad guys with my new speed and strength. "Thank you," I said. As I looked around my new room it suddenly dawned on me that something was missing. "Excuse me a moment," I said before getting up and going into the bedroom. "Is something wrong?" Natalie asked. "Bubbles is missing," I said, "your guys must have left him at the apartment." "Who's Bubbles?" Natalie asked. I noticed Rasp has that same look of concentration on his face as before. "Mike said the only thing they left at the apartment was a humongous white snake," Rasp said, "It was curled up in the tub when they went for your stuff." "Yeah that's Bubbles," I said, "I guess I can pick him up after dropping Nick off." "Bubbles," Rasp said an incredulous look on his face, "You named your snake Bubbles. Bubbles?" Shaking his head Rasp made his way towards the door. "Nick will be here in a moment," he said before walking out of the room. "Ok seriously how the hell do you do that?" I asked. "It's the pack bond," Natalie said, "It allows us to communicate with the entire pack and on a more limited basis them to communicate with each other. Once we formally induct you into the pack it'll become active in you. Mates have a much stronger personal bond." "Mates?" I asked, "You know what never mind. I don't think I want to know just yet." I knew that wolves mate for life but I wasn't sure I wanted to know how that was going to apply for werewolves. "Don't worry if it happens you will figure it out pretty quickly," Natalie said. Ok, Nick is here and Mike is waiting outside with a car." "Ok let's get this over with," I said heading to the door. Spotting my purse on the table I grabbed it and after checking for my phone and keys followed Natalie into the hallway. As we walked through the house she gave me a quick tour highlighting the kitchen and dining area. I almost tripped down the stairs when I noticed a couple in a small alcove very conspicuously having sex. From the sounds they were making it was obvious they were certainly having a very good time. "You'll get used to that," Natalie said, "She's in heat and they want to have a cub. Wolves are very social animals so we are not in the slightest shy about sex or nudity. It's not uncommon for people to not even bother with clothes if they are expecting to be shifting sometime soon. "I can see that," I said, "I'm not a prude by any stretch. I was usually nude in my apartment unless I was expecting someone and sometimes even if I was expecting someone. It just caught me off guard." "Keep in mind that all of the sex is absolutely consensual," she said, "We may live by certain rules of the wild but we will not tolerate someone using their strength or position to force someone to have sex. That goes for both men and women. It rarely happens anymore since the penalty is so severe but every once in a while it raises it's ugly head and we deal with it quickly and brutally." "What's the penalty?" I asked, "It's not like I can see you guys using the regular court system." "No we police our own," she said leading me outside, "When I said that Alphas were Mom and Dad that means we also deal with punishment so we are judge, jury and executioner if need be. The penalty for rape is meeting the Alpha in the challenge circle. In cases like that you either walk out the victor or you don't leave alive. As I said we rarely have issues with it since the penalty is so severe. We will talk more after you get back but feel free to ask Mike anything you want to know." I waited until Nick was securely in the back of car before climbing into the passenger seat. Sticking her head in the window Natalie looked at Nick. "Remember once this is over you will be welcomed back," Natalie said, "Rasp has already called Duncan and he will be at the police station a little later." Nick seemed happy about this so I assumed Duncan was the pack lawyer. Gypsy Wolf Ch. 01 Leaving the compound we followed a dirt road for about an hour before pulling out onto the highway. As we turned onto the highway I realized I knew exactly where this road was. I'd driven right by this road more times than I could remember and had never given it a second glance. "Can I ask you something?" Mike asked. "Sure go ahead," I said. "You've been dealing with this amazingly well," he said, "I'm curious as to why you're so accepting." "It's because of my great grandmother," I said, "I grew up listening to her stories of fae folk, werewolves, vampires, and magic. She believed so strongly and made it sound so real I found I couldn't help but believe the same thing. I'm pretty sure if she could see me now she wouldn't be surprised. My family has always had gypsy blood in it so we tend to accept the fantastic." "Gypsy blood?" "Yeah," I said. For some reason the surprised tone in his voice had me not wanting to talk. Turning on the radio I turned it to my favorite station before kicking back my seat. The drive into town was at least another thirty minutes and I might as well take the time to digest how my life was standing on it's head. ***** I hope you enjoyed the story and feel free to comment and vote. Gypsy Wolf Ch. 02 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. ***** "Mike, I know where the compound is, I don't need a babysitter" I said, in frustration. After completing the transfer of Nick over to the police department, I ended up having to talk with the detectives due to the missing persons report filed on me. It took longer than I would have liked to convince them that I was OK, I had just taken a few days away. Now that everything was taken care of, I wanted Mike to drop me off at my apartment. Unfortunately, he seemed to have other ideas. "I was told to make sure you were able to transfer Nick and get the things you need for the compound," he said. "I get that but, two of the things I need, are my jeep and my gun," I said. "I also have to go by work and finalize the paperwork so I can get paid, as well as update my contact info." I had other reasons for wanting Mike gone but, I wasn't about to share them with him. "Just a minute," he said, before pulling out his phone. Apparently the bond between wolves wasn't so strong as to work over long distances. I could tell he was talking to Rasp but, tried not to overhear everything, which actually proved to be rather difficult. These new heightened senses of mine were going to be a challenge to get used to. "Fine," he said after hanging up. "Rasp says to be back at the compound by seven, so you can get ready for the pack introduction." I had overheard everything Rasp had said; still I was glad he confirmed it. "Perfect," I said. "Just drop me off by my place, well what used to be my place, so I can get this stuff done. I really don't think it'll take more than a couple of hours, there's no reason for you to hang around waiting for me." "Rasp is taking a big risk by doing this," Mike said. "Most people don't adjust nearly as quickly as you have and there have been incidents. Typically, a new wolf isn't left alone for several days." "I get it," I said, "but Rasp wants me to keep working, so I need to let them know I'm alive and able to take cases." "Alright just don't push the time," he said. "Natalie is really adamant about things starting on time and people being where they are supposed to be, when they say they will be there." The drive to my apartment was quick; I found it convenient to live near the police station since I spent a fair amount of time there. Climbing out of his car, I jumped into my jeep and headed towards the office. K & K Bail Bonds sat in a converted Circle K, about twenty minutes from my place. Whipping into my usual parking spot, ok maybe less whipping and more screeching and threatening to roll over, I grabbed Nick's paperwork off the front seat. It was still before noon, so Laura would probably be the only one working, unless Rich or Frank were in doing paperwork. The jangle of the chimes above the door hadn't stopped ringing when; I was pulled into a bear hug from my giant of a boss Guido. Yes, I actually work for a guy named Guido. At six foot five and pushing four hundred pounds, Guido was a giant with a thick accent he hadn't lost despite the thirty years since he left Philadelphia. "Beth, where have you been? Everyone has been worried sick about you. I can't have the bad guys thinking BB is off the streets. This town would never be the same again." I hated my nickname even more, when it gets shortened. "Guido! Put her down," Laura said. "You're going to crush the poor thing." I loved Laura to death, with her bleached blonde 80's hair and prominently displayed cleavage. She was doing her best to single handedly keep Aqua Net on the shelves, and I was pretty sure half our business was from guys trying to catch a glimpse of her tits. Once Guido finally set me down, I realized Laura was staring at me and didn't look particularly amused. "If you needed time off for that, you could have just mentioned it. No need to just disappear and have us all worried." "What? What did she take time off for?" Guido asked. I loved Guido, but sometimes he was a little slow on the uptake. Honestly, I wasn't sure what Laura was referring to but I hoped it wasn't the wolf. "She got her boobs done. So you're what a D or a DD now? Seriously, you're telling me you didn't notice the difference? Looks like she got extensions as well. I wish you'd have told me, my guy is one of the best in the business. So who did the surgery?" Yeah, once Laura gets started it's a challenge to get her to stop. "Dr. Wolf." I know, not exactly the smartest answer but, it was the only thing I could think of at the moment. "Here," I said, handing Laura the paperwork. "I was finally able to snag Nick Moore and get him turned over." "Nick Moore, really?" Guido said, "Where in the hell did you find him? He's been missing for months now." "Let's just say he fell into my lap and I was able to get him to surrender peacefully. There wasn't even any running involved this time." "She probably found him in the hospital and cuffed him to the bed," Laura said. Sometimes the best thing you can do with Laura is just smile and nod, so I plastered a grin on my face and didn't deny her comment. From the way they were both shaking their heads, it wasn't hard for them to imagine me doing that. You sneak into one vasectomy and you're branded for life. "Please tell me you didn't shoot anyone," Guido said. "No, I didn't shoot anyone," I said. "Seriously, I shoot one guy and now you expect me to be shooting everyone." "Beth, it was in the middle of your wedding," Laura said. "You waited until your dad brought you all the way down the aisle, before pulling out your gun and trying to take Kevin's father down." "If he's stupid enough to show up while having a warrant out, that's not my problem. I wasn't going to let him slide, just because he was my fiancé's father." "There were almost three hundred people at your wedding, you were in your wedding dress," Laura said. "It really wasn't much of a wedding after that and the wedding insurance covered everything. Kevin still hasn't spoken to me," I said. "You shot his father in front of his entire family," Laura said. "He fired first. Not my fault he couldn't hit water, if he fell off a boat," I said. "Ladies, ladies, you've been through this before," Guido interrupted. "Laura, you've already admitted you're just jealous that BB was the one who got to shoot him. Most people don't actually want to kill their exes." Guido was right and from the look on Laura's face she wasn't happy about it. "So, since you're here, are you planning on updating your address as well? My cousin said he saw a bunch of very large guys emptying your apartment." Fuck, I forgot about his creepy ass cousin. "Yeah about that," I said, "I need to get my mail switched over to my post office box. I've got a new place on the outskirts of town but, I still plan on coming in for cases." "You moved too?" Laura said, "Seriously, is there anything else we need to know about?" I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing, as I pictured their faces, if I told them about my wolf. "Nothing else I can think of," I said hoping desperately that I was keeping a straight face. The jangling of the cheap bells above the door broke up our conversation, as a family came in wanting to talk with Guido. K & K was his baby, so he dealt with all of the customers personally. He tried to help as many people as he could but, even he had his limitations. If you had done anything with kids or animals, he would politely tell whoever was representing you, to kindly get the hell out. I always loved that about him. Finally, I was heading back to what used to be my apartment. I still had several hours before I even needed to head back to the compound, so I knew there would be enough time to scratch an itch that had bothered me for quite a while. Pulling into the parking lot, I noticed Dale's car was right in its usual spot, which was good, since he would be hard to fuck if he wasn't home. Dale had been the focus of my fantasies ever since he moved in next door six months ago. Tall with light brown hair and eyes, he worked at the lumber mill which kept him in fantastic shape. I didn't have any doubts about his ability as a lover, based on the screams and moans from the seemingly endless stream of women that flowed through his apartment. I really didn't care whether or not I was just going to be another number; I wanted the experience before I left the building for good. My boots echoed off the bare walls of the apartment as I walked across the wooden floor. Whoever had come and gotten my stuff was thorough, every cabinet and drawer was empty. Walking into the bathroom, I found Bubbles still curled up inside the tub. It was amazing how many times I would have a guy over, that would just cut and run at the first sight of him. I suppose that's why I was going to marry Kevin. He wasn't scared off by the sight of a fifteen foot long Leucistic Burmese python. The only time anyone was stupid enough to break into my apartment, I came home to find the crook sitting on the couch with Bubbles sitting in his lap. Leucistic animals are unique for their bright white skin and black eyes and this poor schmuck was staring at ten feet of it. Bubbles has grown quite a bit in the years since then. As soon as I walked through the door, gun drawn and ready, he started begging me to call the cops. Apparently, the word has gotten around, since no one has ever tried breaking in after that. Taking a quick look in the mirror, I ran my fingers through my hair, still amazed at how lush and full it was before heading next door. Standing in front of the door I took a minute to press my ear against it, sure enough I could hear the distinct sounds I had grown used to. Well whoever she was, she was just going to have to share. Giving the door a good solid rap with my knuckles, I rocked back on my heels and waited. It was a couple of minutes before I heard his footsteps crossing the apartment and coming to the door. Watching the door swing open, I felt my mouth go dry at how tasty he looked. Wearing a pair of jeans that were barely hanging from his hips, I could see the thin trail of dark hair as it ran down his stomach and into the jeans. "Can I help you?" he said the smell of sex intoxicating as it wafted off of him. I could see a light glaze around his mouth telling me he had a very happy girl back in bed. "Hi, mind if I come in?" I said ducking around him and into the apartment. Looking around the apartment, it all but screamed single guy, with the exception of being remarkably clean. The furniture was purely functional but, surprisingly matching. "Look Elizabeth" he said, "I've got company right now, so this isn't really the best time." He was holding the door open as if expecting me to leave. Walking over to him, I pushed the door shut while reaching my hand into his jeans. It brought a smile to my face when I couldn't wrap my hand completely around his cock. "For six months I have listened to you fuck, I don't know how many women through that wall and now I want a taste," I said unzipping his jeans. Dropping to my knees I yanked his jeans down before grasping his cock and sucking him into my mouth. His cock was still wet and the flavor was so fresh, he must have pulled directly out of her pussy before answering the door. I immediately began pushing my head down on his cock and could feel the head bumping against the back of my throat. Holding his ass firmly in my hands I was certain he wasn't going anywhere. "OH HOLY FUCK," Dale cried. I could tell any thoughts of trying to get me off of him fled, when he leaned back against the door. Releasing my grip on his ass I ran my hands across his abs and chest enjoying the firm musculature I had felt so many times in my dreams. "Baby, is everything OK?" a voice from the back said. I could hear her as she crawled off the bed and walked towards the living room. "Who the hell is that?" she said. "My neighbor," he said, "She just walked in and started, oh fuck she's good, sucking my cock." I couldn't help but smile as he cried out, knowing it was when his cock slipped into my throat. It was a little surprising when I didn't gag in the slightest but, I wasn't going to complain. Sliding my hands down, I tugged his jeans off the rest of the way. Letting his cock slide out of my mouth with a pop, I slowly stood and turned around. The girl was a little waif of a thing with copper red hair and green eyes and so many freckles it looked like she lost a fight with a brown sharpie. Her pale skin highlighted the bright pink nipples that topped small breasts and the tuft of red hair between her legs. I could see the anger in her eyes over being interrupted but, there was an underlying current of lust that spiked as I pulled off my shirt. "What's your name?" I asked her. "Penny" "Penny, I need this," I said, my tone softening. "I've listened to screams and moans from this apartment for months now, since I'm moving out, I want a chance to know what all those other women felt like." Undressing completely, I piled my clothes together before walking over to Penny and slipping my arms around her. "If you want me to leave I will," I said. "What's your name?" she asked as her fingers began to slowly trace patterns across my back. "Elizabeth." "Well Elizabeth, since you're already dressed for the occasion, I don't see any reason for you to leave but you will have to do something for me," she said. From the slightly devilish grin on her face, I was sure it would be something enjoyable. "What do I have to do?" I asked "I want him to cum inside you," she said. "I want him to cum inside you, so I can lick you clean." "Penny, if I have to suffer through having that cock filling my pussy with cum to make you happy, then I guess it's a sacrifice I'll have to make. Shall we?" I said, leading her back into the bedroom. The room was filled with natural light from the windows and a skylight that I didn't even know was an option in this building. True, we were on the top floor but still. Dominating the center of the room was a black, wrought iron, canopy bed that had to be king sized. The whole room was decorated in black and white and was tastefully done. The covers on the bed were pulled back, as Penny and I crawled into the bed we kicked them all the way down. Lying together, Penny and I began to kiss and explore each other. She was tentative at first but, I slowly drew her in until we were deeply exploring each other's mouths and bodies. Moaning into my mouth, as my fingers ran across her nipples I began to roll them with my thumbs. She lightly drew her nails down my back before reaching around to cup my breast. My nipples have always been fairly sensitive but, the sensations as her fingers began to twirl my nipple were beyond anything I'd ever experienced. Breaking the kiss, Penny began to nibble along my neck and collarbone, her lips setting fire to my skin. Eventually the bed shifted and Dale crawled in behind me, his body pressing against me, his cock between the cheeks of my ass. Wrapping his arm around my body he rested his hand on the side of my face before tilting me back towards him, his lips crashing against mine. Unlike the tender, gentle kiss I shared with Penny, this was almost violent and filled with lust. Shifting onto my back I wrapped my fingers around Dale's cock, marveling at how he filled my hand, I slowly stroked. The deep throaty moan I pulled from Dale was music to my ears. With Penny's tongue dragging down my front; she circled around my nipple before pulling it into her mouth, her teeth closing down hard. I was stunned at how much more sensitive I was, every sensation and feeling seemed to be increased tenfold, I knew when Dale was inside me I would likely lose my mind. Wrenching away from the kiss Dale began to bite and suck along my jaw before moving down along my neck, sending little shivers up my spine, through my whole body. "Oh fuck," I groaned, as Penny's hand moved down my stomach and between my legs, her fingers dipping between my lips. For several minutes she was content to lightly tease me by moving across my wet lips before circling my clit as Dale continued ravishing my neck. I was sure I was going to have marks but really didn't give a fuck. Finally pushing into me, there was no resistance as her fingers easily slid inside, the walls of my pussy gripping at the intruders. My moans only grew louder as she began working her long fingers in and out. As Penny played, I continued to stroke Dale's cock, thrilled to finally feel the soft skin under my fingers as it slid over the rock hardness of his shaft. Hearing his breath change each time I tried something new, I began to rub the head with my thumb on every stroke. Deciding I wanted another taste of his cock, I began to pull him up towards my head. My insistent tugging on his cock quickly got the idea through his head, finally getting him to kneel over my face. With him above me, I was able to get a good view of the large cock he had hanging between his legs. It was at least eight inches long and as thick as my wrist, with large clean shaven balls. He was holding his cock directly over my face so I started running my tongue along the underside of the shaft. I continued to work along his length until he finally took control and pushed his cock into my mouth. I had managed to clean all of Penny's juices off of him and I was struck by the profound maleness of his flavor. Grabbing the bed frame, he started to rock his hips, slowly fucking my mouth. I was in heaven as Dale began shoving his cock deeper into my mouth and pushing against the back of my throat. He kept that up until finally, Penny decided to say something. "Do it Dale. She wanted it so badly, see how much she can take." Looking down at me, I gave him a small nod and his cock moved deeper as the head hit my throat and kept going. My sudden lack of a gag reflex surprised me again, but not nearly as much as when I found my nose pressed against his stomach. "Holy shit," Dale said as he started fucking my mouth in earnest, going as deep as he could. "No one has ever taken all of it." As he fucked my mouth, I concentrated on breathing each time he pulled out but, even then I seemed to be able to hold my breath for far longer than I remembered. I was so turned on from finally getting what I wanted that, when Penny pulled her fingers out and started fiercely rubbing my clit that was all it took to set me off. I'm sure the scream would have been echoing off the walls, if Dale hadn't picked that moment to again bury his cock into my throat. It was as if every orgasm I had ever had was a mere shadow of what was ripping through my body, as Penny continued her assault on my clit. Eventually slowing and stopping, Penny lifted her hand from my clit and Dale removed his cock, allowing me to take a massive intake of breath. "Fuck! I've never cum that hard," I said, finally catching my breath. "Well hopefully that's just the beginning," Dale said as he moved down the bed. Settling between my legs, he laid flat on the bed and I could feel his hot breath across my pussy. I knew I was in trouble when his tongue, instead of diving in, began to drag along the tender skin of my inner thighs. Penny, not wanting to be left out, moved up the bed and straddled my face, sitting so she could grab the headboard. Unlike Dale I used my hands to pull her down and pushed my tongue between her moist lips. The intensity of her sweet flavor and scent as I spread her open was almost enough to make me swoon. Pushing between her folds I explored every inch of her pussy with my tongue. I was so focused on Penny that, when Dale finally pushed his surprisingly long tongue into me and began flicking it in and out, it caught me off guard. Just as I started to moan, Penny smashed her pussy against my mouth and started grinding her hips. Deciding that, if she can be evil so can I, I latched on to her clit and began to suck hard. Gypsy Wolf Ch. 02 "God YES," Penny cried, as her juices flowed into my mouth, which only encouraged me to push my tongue deeper into her pussy. The image of her above me; her red hair flailing wildly, body covered in a light sheen of perspiration, and her mouth open in a perpetual moan was as an erotic vision as I had ever seen. Dale, not about to be outdone, began rubbing my clit with his thumb as his tongue continued to drive into my pussy. My hips began involuntarily grinding against his face, my juices flowing onto his tongue. With each thrust of his tongue and flick of my clit I could feel the pressure building as my orgasm drew closer. It was a little nip, a small tiny bite, insignificant in the grand scheme of things, placed right upon my clit that broke the dam. Pulling his tongue out and taking that one nip caused me to suddenly peak and Dale found his head locked between my thighs as my hips began bucking wildly. Shoving his tongue back inside me, Dale was all but drinking my juices as they flowed over his chin. Climbing off of me, Penny began to suck and bite my nipples sending even more shock waves through my body. I don't know how long I was on that roller coaster of an orgasm but eventually, thankfully, they let up. Finally coming down from yet another insane orgasm everything was a little fuzzy, which is why I didn't notice what Dale was doing. It wasn't until I felt the head of Dale's cock, pushing between my lips, opening and stretching my pussy that I even realized he had moved. As his cock opened me up, I could feel every bump and ridge against the walls of my pussy and soon I was moaning like a whore from the intense pleasure. He was only about a third of the way in when he began to rock his hips, pulling out slightly but, going in deeper each time. It seemed, no matter how deep he got, he continued to stretch me out wider. My pussy was soaked and he soon filled me completely. "Fuck you're tight," Dale said, taking a moment for both of us to adjust, he began to slowly withdraw, pulling that delicious cock out of me. "If I'd known you were this tight, I would have been knocking on your door," Dale said, before driving into me. Dale's sudden assault on my pussy literally took my breath away. Fighting to catch my breath I swear I could almost see my stomach rising with each and every thrust. I knew Penny was still there somewhere but, my entire world had shrunk down to the feeling of Dale's cock filling me. Writhing on the bed, I was in heaven, finally feeling the pleasures I had heard so many others experience. The only sounds in the room were the slapping of our flesh together and my constant cries of pleasure. As each thrust sent waves of pleasure through my body I heard Penny's voice say, "Bitch in heat." I wasn't sure what she meant, until Dale pulled out and flipped me over onto my knees. Grasping my hips, Dale sank back into my pussy with a single hard thrust and began to pound into me, taking me as Penny said, like a bitch in heat. All this time my wolf had sat quietly resting in the back of my mind but, now she was up and moving, coming closer, her tail wagging in the air. I always enjoyed being fucked like this, but now there was something about it that just felt right. Something primal was being satisfied by being on my knees, with his hard, thick cock slamming into me. My wolf certainly seemed to be enjoying it. "You like this, don't you Elizabeth," Dale said, "You like being on your knees while I own this sweet little pussy." As his grip dug into my hips, I felt Penny pressing her fingers against my ass, wriggling them inside. With each stroke she pushed deeper into my ass, her fingers opening me further as she matched Dale's pace. "Yes, OH FUCK YES," I cried, digging my fingers into the sheets. "You feel so good inside me." With each thrust I could feel his cock pushing the walls of my pussy apart, stretching the muscles like never before. His balls were bouncing against my clit, in constant unending stimulation. When I started to push back against him, we both fell silent, as we focused on the hard fuck. Soon we were no longer having sex or even fucking. We were rutting like two animals in the wild, our bodies covered in sweat from the exertion as Dale's cock filled me stroke after stroke. "Penny get under her," Dale groaned. "You're going to get your wish." I expected her to crawl into a sixty nine with me but, instead she slid under Dale's legs. Getting in position, Penny set her tongue right where Dale's cock pushed into me and dragged it around, occasionally scraping across my clit. I knew without a doubt, this orgasm would make all other orgasms so far, seem like just a gentle sneeze. It had been building since the moment I felt the lips of my pussy being split by the spongy head of his cock. With Penny's added stimulation, Dale and I were both racing towards our orgasms. His breath grew more and more ragged as he fought to delay as long as possible. My fingers were digging into the bed as I pushed hard back against him, meeting him on each stroke. My wolf just kept crawling closer and closer, her nose going crazy, as she seemed to be anticipating a certain scent. I knew it wouldn't take much to set either of us off. "JESUS," Dale cried out as Penny pushed her finger into his ass, causing him to bury his cock deep inside me. Within an instant, his cock swelled as the first jet of cum splashed against the walls of my womb. Feeling load after load of that scalding hot liquid was more than enough to push me over the edge, allowing my orgasm to come crashing down over me. With his hands firmly holding my waist to keep himself inside me, I could feel the walls of my pussy clutching and pulling at him. It was probably a pretty good thing he was holding me as tightly as he was. As I shook and convulsed from the force of my orgasm, my wolf did something I did not expect. Coming right up to me, I felt the cold of her nose against my skin, as she stuck it directly in my crotch and after taking a quick taste, she turned and walked away. I would have to find out what the hell that was all about later. In the instant after she touched me, there was a momentary flash of pain in my hands and my ears picked up a faint ripping sound. Looking down at my hands, I realized they had sunk far deeper into the bed than should be possible. I couldn't really see my fingers to know what had happened but, there was only one way for my fingers to have pushed through the sheets and into the bed. I immediately started to freak out and was on the edge of panic, ready to bolt from the room, when Dale pulled his cock out in one swift motion. At the sudden emptiness I cried out as the sensations of my now empty pussy, spasming around nothing, overwhelmed my panic. Penny, grasping my hips, pulled me down, directly over her mouth. Releasing the sheets, I watched as my claws slipped back into my fingertips before I slowly sat upright, allowing Dale's overflowing cum to drain into her mouth. Not being content to just wait for it, Penny pushed her tongue in, as deep as she could. Licking and sucking at every last drop, I squeezed my muscles to push even more of his cum into her mouth. Penny continued to lick at my pussy, long after I was sure she had completely cleaned me of Dale's cum, triggering one last small but still completely satisfying orgasm. Collapsing on the bed I knew I would be sore, oh so deliciously sore, in the morning. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I still had a couple of hours before I had to head up to the compound but, decided to get an early start; besides I needed to pick up some food for Bubbles. "I gotta run," I said, climbing out of the bed, "Thanks for sharing Penny. It was everything I hoped it would be." From the startled looks I got, neither of them was expecting me to just get up and leave. "Are you sure you have to leave?" Penny asked, "I was hoping we could have some fun while Dale recovered." With her bottom lip stuck out in an obvious pout, Penny made it hard for me not to laugh. "Oh Penny, that is a tempting offer but, yes I'm sure," I said, heading out into the living room to grab my clothes. "Dale, I seriously hate to fuck and run but, thank you for living up to my fantasies. That was one itch that definitely needed scratching." Scooping up my clothes, I ducked out into the hallway, laughing at the look of absolute disbelief on Dale's face. Stepping back into my old apartment, I saw that Bubbles had moved from the tub to the living room and was waiting near the door. It was creepy to see but, a few times, just for fun, I had put a collar and leash on him and taken him out for a slither. "Hey Bubbles, you miss me?" I asked, kneeling down next to him. Holding out my hand, I watched his forked tongue flicking through the air, confirming my scent. I knew he was satisfied, when he bumped my hand with his head. "Be right back, then we are off to our new home," I said. Throwing on my clothes, I headed into my bathroom, opening the toilet tank and pulling out the waterproof bag containing my toys. Unsealing the bag, I pulled out my two guns and my favorite boot knife. Clipping the Sig Sauer P226 to my belt, I hooked my backup gun and the knife into my boots. It felt good to be properly armed again, so I headed out to the living room. "OK Bubbles, time to go," I said, before draping him over my shoulders. Yes, I talk to Bubbles; it's no different than people who talk to their dogs or cats. Bubbles is a patient listener, and has never given me bad advice. One definite bonus already, was that I would be able to easily carry Bubbles, when I needed to. At over a hundred and twenty pounds, he was almost equal to my own body weight, which was a big motivator to be in shape. As usual, I had the elevator completely to myself, which always seemed to happen when I took Bubbles out. There was more than one rat on a leash, also known as a chihuahua, in the building that would be happy to see him go. Setting him on the back seat of my jeep, we headed off to the pet store. I try to make trips to the pet store, as brief as possible. Officially being a huge snake, Bubbles can't eat the small, frozen, pre-killed mice and rats most pet stores sell; so I feed him rabbits. Last year I had been in line with Bubbles dinner and I heard someone ask why I was buying the bunny. I answered honestly; it was only when the blood curdling scream echoed through the store, that I discovered the voice belonged to an eight year old girl. I suppose the use of the word bunny should have been a clue. Ever since that day I receive a dirty look, every time I go in there. Luckily, the store was empty of customers this time and I was in and out in five minutes. With his dinner secured in the collapsible cage I kept in the jeep, we were on our way. It felt good to be out on the road, as soon as I hit the highway, I cranked the radio. I rarely had the top on my jeep, so the wind blowing through my hair was enough to get my wolf's attention. She didn't try to talk to me but, I could tell she was enjoying the wind flying through her fur. The road was a simple two lane highway through the forest, as soon as I pulled onto the dirt road I began to feel like I was being watched. After about ten minutes on the road, I rolled to a stop in front of a gate. I didn't remember seeing it on the way out but, it was too old looking to be something recent. I still had the same feeling of being watched as I climbed out of my jeep and approached the gate. The gate was secured by the lock dangling from the other side, and I started to look around to see if anyone was in the area. While my senses were definitely heightened, I wasn't comfortable enough with them to fully interpret what I was sensing. Drawing my Sig, I kept it pointed low but in a shooting grip. "WHAT THE FUCK? GET IT OFF!" I heard a guy yell from behind me, as I heard something hit the ground. Spinning around, I brought my pistol up and quickly moved towards the back of the jeep. I could see a pair of feet sticking out and as I cleared the jeep, I found the guard for the gate. Unfortunately for the guard, he had met Bubbles before he met me. Burmese pythons are big but, they are certainly not slow and this guy was getting a friendly hug. It took him a minute before he realized I was there. "Bubbles be nice. He's too big to eat anyways," I said holstering my pistol, "Calm down and he will stop squeezing." "Get. This. Thing. Off. Of. Me," he said his teeth grinding together. I could tell he was getting close to shifting and if he did that Bubbles would get hurt. Kneeling down, I ran my fingers along the scales behind his head to get him to look at me. "Bubbles release." I said when he finally swung his head my way. It had taken a long while but, I had managed to get him trained to only attack if I was threatened and to release on command. As he uncoiled from around the wolf, I saw him cock his head slightly as if listening to something. Probably Rasp, talking to him on the pack bond. "Well that was embarrassing," he said scrambling to his feet, "The Alphas weren't expecting you until later, so no one told me you would be coming in. I'm Derek." Brushing himself off, he stuck out his hand. "Elizabeth," I said, shaking his hand. "That is one scary ass snake you have there. I'll be having nightmares for weeks. I've never seen one attack without biting before." "I started training him when he was really small," I said. "He really only follows two commands and he really hates people trying to sneak up on me." As we talked, Bubbles climbed back into the jeep and onto his seat. "OK, well the Alphas are waiting for you, so let me get the gate," he said. Easily leaping over the gate he unlocked it and pulled it open. "Thanks," I said, pulling the jeep through, "Sorry about Bubbles." From the smile and wave, I took it that he was OK and headed on towards the compound. Pulling in, I saw Natalie with a tall stick of a man who immediately started directing me where to park. Pulling into the large garage, I found my jeep was easily the oldest and smallest vehicle present. The garage was filled with Yukons and Range Rovers that seemed practically brand new. "Elizabeth," stick man said, "I'm Jean, one of the Omegas in the house. Is there anything I can help you with?" He was so soft spoken, even with my newly enhanced hearing he wasn't much louder than a whisper. Reaching into the jeep, I pulled out the rabbit cage. "Can you put this somewhere I can find it when Bubbles is hungry?" Taking the cage from me, he lifted it to his face, making the same noises people usually use when talking with a baby. Too bad he didn't realize he was only holding delivery, not Digiorno. "Bubbles?" With a grace that certainly belied his size, his leap backwards announced that Bubbles had made his appearance. Climbing out of the jeep, he curled himself at my feet and rested his head on my foot. "Bubbles meet Jean, Jean this is Bubbles." Raising his head, Bubbles gave him a quick look before setting his head back on my foot. "Why do I feel like I was just reviewed as a potential meal?" Jean asked. "Probably because you were," I said, walking out of the garage. As I crossed the yard towards Natalie, I could hear conversation dying, as all eyes fell on Bubbles, who followed me like a well-trained puppy. "That is a big, fucking snake," I heard Rasp say, as he came up beside me. "What does he eat, schools?" "No," I said, laughing, "just rabbits. I picked one up and asked Jean to find a place for it, for when he gets hungry." "Sounds good," Natalie said, "Are you ready for your introduction?" "What now?" I said, somewhat surprised at the change, "From what you said earlier, I thought there was some kind of ceremony. What do I need to do?" "There still is, but circumstances have changed," Rasp said. "As such, we will induct you now. Besides, Bubbles seems to have drawn most of the pack out here already." Rasp had a certain hardness about him suddenly, as if whatever changed the circumstances was rather dire. "All you're going to do is kneel down, Rasp and I will cut our palms," Natalie said, "Once we join hands, we will dribble our joined blood into your mouth and that will seal the bond. After that comes the challenges. I'm fully expecting you to get a challenge from Holly but, it should be the only one." "Alright, let's do this." I said, pulling out my boot knife and handing it to Rasp. I could feel my wolf was bouncing around like a puppy with a new toy, in anticipation. I tried to ask what had her so excited but, the only answer I got was 'You'll see.' "OK, everyone is here," said Natalie. "Evening everyone," Rasp said, his voice booming across the courtyard. "Tonight, we are inducting a new member into our pack. For those who have not heard the story, Elizabeth here was being chased by and was actually out-running the rogue, Ramirez, until she decided to make a stand. Choosing between being run down or going out fighting, she turned on him and attacked. What Elizabeth didn't know, was that our own Michael was hunting Ramirez. He was closing in when she stopped. In the ensuing fight, Elizabeth was bitten and somehow survived the most excruciating shift your Alphas have ever seen. Elizabeth kneel." Dropping to my knees, I watched as they sliced open their palms and then joining hands, held them over my open mouth. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, as their blood briefly mingled before falling into my mouth. When the bright red drops hit my tongue, I involuntarily swallowed. If you have never felt a pack bond locking into place, I'm not sure I have the words to describe it, but I will try. It started like the soft buzz of conversation in the back of a room and slowly built up, growing louder and louder. This continued until, like a rushing wave, it crashed over me and I could feel the emotions of almost every wolf in the pack. Anger, happiness, sorrow or lust they were all there in my mind, soon to be joined by their thoughts. People's thoughts, dreams, hopes, and ambitions were all laid bare for me to peruse at my leisure, nothing was hidden from me. The only blank spots seemed to be the two in front of me. The Alphas were locked away from me. I'm not sure when for how long I was on my knees but, in time I began to hear Rasp's voice in my head, drawing me back from the sea of voices and feelings. Focusing on his voice, I began to mute everyone else and eventually his was the only one I could hear. Shaking my head clear slowly, painfully, I dragged myself to my feet and stood before the Alphas. I didn't understand what had happened. From the description I was given, I should not have been able to sense the entire pack like that. "Shadow Reavers, we welcome Elizabeth Grey," Rasp said. "Who will meet her in the circle?" "What is her rank?" the pack said together. "She is Beta," Rasp said. "Then she must earn it in the circle," the pack said. "So who will face her?" Rasp said. "I will," a woman's sweet sounding voice carried over the crowd. "Elizabeth, do you accept this challenge?" Rasp said. "I accept," I said. "Will anyone else challenge her?" Rasp asked. When no one else spoke up, I took it as pretty clear evidence that my challenger was Holly. "If there are no additional challenges, we will gather at the circle in ten minutes, after the challenge has been met and answered we will run," It sounded like the entire pack was cheering from the explosion of noise that erupted. Natalie approached me, as the crowd drifted towards the challenge circle. "Take Bubbles to your room and change into something you don't mind ruining. No guns, no knives, these challenges are done our way; fist, tooth or claw. As the challenged party, you get to pick what form you start in but, there is nothing guaranteeing it will stay that way." Picking up Bubbles, I hurried to my room, after setting him on the bed I dug through my drawers until I found some old sweat pants and a sleeveless t-shirt. Ditching my shoes, I hauled ass downstairs and made my way to the ring. Gypsy Wolf Ch. 02 The challenge circle was just as it was called, a large circle in the dirt with rocks marking the outline. Holly was already in the ring and as soon as I stepped inside conversation died. Looking at Holly, I found myself having pictured someone far more tough looking. She looked to be a couple of inches taller than my 5'6" with long blonde hair and green eyes. Her breasts were tightly secured with a sports bra but, her flat toned stomach screamed of hours in the gym. In truth, if she wasn't standing across from me wanting to kick my ass I'd likely be trying to flirt with her. "This fight is NOT to the death," Rasp said. "You fight until you cannot fight any longer. This is not a challenge for rank but, to determine if Elizabeth is worthy to be a Shadow Reavers' Beta. Elizabeth, as the challenged party, you get to choose the starting form." "Human," I said, drawing a chuckle from Holly. Starting in any other form would give her a huge advantage in experience and I wasn't stupid enough to let her have that just yet. I was just hoping to do enough damage quickly enough that she wouldn't have the chance to shift. When I got into the recovery business, I found myself getting my ass kicked on a regular basis, so for the last several years I had been studying MMA style fighting at the local studio. I haven't lost a fight in months and wasn't about to start now. "Get ready to run, because this will be over quickly," Holly said. "I'm the lead Beta in this pack and you need to learn your place." From the way the pack was cheering Holly actually seemed pretty popular but, I got a sense they were more excited about the run. Even my wolf seemed excited about the run and wasn't in the slightest concerned about my opponent a few yards away. Rasp had been standing between us but, quickly backed out of the ring. The fight was far briefer than anyone expected. As soon Rasp cleared the ring, Holly and I both moved towards each other and all but collided in the middle. Holly was supposed to be the strongest Beta but, her movements seemed clumsy and slow. Just as we met, I dropped my shoulder low and ducked under Holly's attempt to grab me. You could hear the audible whoosh, as I drove my shoulder into her, forcing all the air from her body. Our mutual forward momentum seemed to cancel each other out and instead of driving her into the ground we both somehow stayed on our feet. Using the back of my head, I stood up violently and made contact with her jaw, snapping her head backwards. I probably use my head far too often for someone my size but, no one ever expects it from me. Grasping her shoulders, I pulled her towards me and smashed the crown of my forehead into her skull. I wasn't sure how long she would be stunned for, so ducking behind her I locked my arms around her throat and pulled backwards. Falling to the ground, I wrapped my legs around her waist and arched my back, completely cutting off her air. The rear naked choke is definitely one of my favorite moves. Just as I had the choke fully locked in, she began to recover from the blows to the head. Recognizing the danger of the situation, she started to struggle against me but the lack of air and the pressure to the sides of her neck quickly took effect. She made a last ditch attempt to break free by shifting but, I had been expecting that and managed to shift with her, keeping the hold in place. It was only a few more seconds before I felt her body go completely limp and I released the hold. Rolling her off of me, I got to my feet to the cheers of the pack and did what felt like the most natural thing ever. Throwing my head back I let out a howl in celebration and was soon joined by the rest of the pack. Glancing down I could see that Holly was already beginning to stir and for some reason my wolf was insisting I leave no question as to my dominance over her. Dropping down, I took her throat in my mouth and waited as her eyes fluttered open. Focusing on Holly, I contacted her through the bond, 'Do you acknowledge my dominance over you?' 'Yes,' she said back to me. Releasing her throat, I stepped back and let out another howl in victory. ***** I hope you enjoyed the story and please vote and comment. Gypsy Wolf Ch. 03 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This section contains no sex so if you are looking for something else I suggest you move on. Feel free to let me know what you think with your votes and your comments. It's your positive feedback that keeps the authors here on Lit motivated to write. ***** As the howling died, I kept a wary eye on Holly, her light brown fur covered in dirt, slowly dragging herself to her feet. I'd seen people before, who thought they were the top of the walk, lose a fight and not know how to handle it. Sometimes they grow sullen and withdrawn while others lash out, hoping to redeem themselves. Rasp and Natalie appeared to be keeping their distance, wanting to see how this played out. Finally steady on her feet, Holly looked around before settling her gaze on me, her light blue eyes narrowing, and started in my direction. I don't believe the Red Sea parted as quickly as the people rushing to get out of her way. It wasn't until she was standing in front of me that I realized, not only was I more than a head taller than her, I was just physically larger. As she looked up at me I could feel her surprise as the differences between us became strikingly apparent. "Biggest fucking Beta I've ever seen," Holly said her voice rough but decidedly female "You know, I hate to lose, but fuck, you could have at least make it look like I put up a decent fight. What the fuck is your head made out of anyways, concrete?" All the tension seemed to just vanish as Holly stuck out her hand. "Well, I've always been accused of being a stubborn, hard headed bitch," I said shaking her hand, "and no one ever expects me to use my head. I've never fought as anything other than a human and didn't feel like getting my ass beat. I wasn't about to give you that much of an advantage." "You sure as hell don't move like a Beta," Holly said, "I don't think I've ever seen anyone move that fast who wasn't an Alpha." I started to reply, only to be cut off by Rasp. "Alright Shadow Reavers, it's time to run," Rasp bellowed before shifting, not into the two legged form I was just now getting used to but, into a full on wolf. Albeit he was humongous and dark grey but still totally a wolf. Looking around at the pack, only a few were still in human form, and those who were quickly shed their clothes before shifting. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do and was about to ask my wolf, when my perspective began to change. I found myself far closer to the ground, and upon looking down I had a pair of massive paws where my hands had been. From the laughter, I looked pretty silly whipping my head around trying to see my body. I could even hear my own wolf laughing at me. "Don't worry, everyone does that the first time," Natalie said trotting up next to me, her light grey fur a startling contrast to my deep black, "As one of my betas, you're up front with me. Just relax and trust your wolf, she knows what to do." Standing next to Natalie I was struck by the realization that while her and I were the same size, I was larger than every other wolf in the pack, save Rasp. There had to be a reason for this and I was going to find out. "Reavers," Rasp said suddenly before sprinting off into the woods. We were all caught flat footed and I could hear his laughter over the bond as we ran to try and catch up. "I hate it when he does that," Natalie said laughing. Diving into the trees I easily kept pace with Natalie as we caught up with Rasp, who seemed to accelerate once we caught him. The miles seemed to vanish as Rasp led us through the woods and I realized I hadn't felt so free in a very long time. Feeling the forest floor under my paws, the wind through my fur, and the scents of the trees filling my nose was both exciting and liberating. My mind drifted back to summer days chasing my sister Mercy, through the woods behind our parents house. For that brief moment, I allowed myself to forget how much and why I despise the woods. I was so lost in my memories, I nearly plowed into Natalie when Rasp suddenly slowed. "Deer," was all Rasp said and the pack instantly broke apart, with Holly leading a small group away, making sure to stay downwind. From the scents, we had stumbled across a large herd and managed to catch a break with the wind. I know how to hunt people in the city so I just relaxed and followed my wolf's instincts for the deer. Crawling forward on our bellies we got to the edge of the clearing where the herd was grazing. "Holly and her group are going to sweep around and let themselves be scented. It should drive the herd right at us," Natalie said, "Rasp always goes after the largest buck, so be sure to keep that in mind when picking your target." I could feel the excitement building in the pack as we patiently waited for Holly to get into position. My own heart was pounding in my chest as the deer, one after another, raised their head to look around. You could see the herd growing more skittish by the second. "Ok they have the scent," Rasp said, "should start moving any second now." Almost as if by cue, as Rasp's comments echoed in my head, the herd began moving in our direction. My heart pounded in my chest as I picked a buck that was wasn't the biggest but he sure as fuck wasn't tiny. Adrenaline poured through my veins as the deer ran even closer to their impending demise, and I was fighting with myself to wait. This was the same problem I've always had. They say patience is a virtue, however it's not one of mine. I've always been a wee bit too aggressive for my own good, and only by blind staggering skill did I manage to extract myself from whatever trouble I found myself in. I was lucky this time. With my blood pounding in my ears, my patience ran out and I leapt toward my target no more than a heartbeat before Rasp gave the command to move. Honestly, I was impressed I waited that long. Breaking through the undergrowth, you could see the fear in the deer's eyes as they realized the desperation of their situation. There were only a few scant yards between the tree line and the deer but it was enough time to realize Rasp was right, this was a far better rush than taking down a recovery. I let my wolf guide me as I closed the gap on the buck. Unfortunately as I leapt towards my target I discovered I may have been a bit too excited. Just as my paws left the ground, I realized not only was I not going to hit the deer in his throat, unless I did something spectacular I was going to clear it completely. Again my luck held and the buck paused, only for an instant, but long enough to twist my body midair and close my jaws down on the back of his neck. Sometimes however, a last second plan doesn't turn out quite as well as you hoped it would. If you've ever been riding a bicycle when something gets stuck in the front wheel, then you can imagine what happened to me. Twisting and sinking my teeth firmly into the muscles of his neck effectively killed some of my forward momentum, please notice I said, some. With my teeth fully embedded, it seemed my ass end did not receive the memo about stopping and continued its path up and over the buck. My landing was probably one of the least graceful things in the existence of graceful things. The violent arc I took towards the ground was interrupted by impacting back first into a passing doe. Driven to the ground screaming, it's spine shattered under the force of the impact, while the violent twisting caused the buck's neck to snap. Releasing the buck, I felt like a turtle trapped on it's back as I scrambled to regain my footing. It probably would have helped if the doe wasn't still struggling under me. Finally getting stable on my feet, my teeth ripped through the soft flesh of her throat, silencing the pained cries. Standing over the remains of my two kills, the rich, warm blood of the doe covering my muzzle and running down my throat, I could feel my wolf rejoicing. "Hell Yes," Rasp said before throwing back his head and letting out a piercing howl. The pack wasted no time in joining their Alpha in celebration. "If you wanted to make an impression, there are probably less painful ways to do it," Holly said as the howling died off. Walking side by side, the Alpha pair came over and joined us. "I don't know," Rasp said, "but I think you lost a few points from the East German judge for not sticking the landing." "She's a wolf, not a cat," Natalie said, "There's no old wives tale about wolves landing on their feet." "I think I got a little over excited," I said, "So what happens now?" "Those of us who can manage a hybrid form carry everything back to the compound, where the omegas take everything and stockpile it for the full moon," Rasp said, "Once everything is dropped off, we'll celebrate the successful hunt. I can guarantee more than one of my betas will be seeing if you're interested." "So not everyone has the hybrid form?" I had barely started to think about shifting when my perspective again changed, and I towered above everyone. Picking up the two deer, I easily tossed them both over my shoulders and watched as less than half the pack shifted. "Until about seventy five years ago the hybrid form was only a myth," Rasp said, the massive buck draped across his shoulders, "Our legends told of only one wolf who could obtain it, and with him it's hard to differentiate fact from fiction. Watcher is, well let's just say he is a force unto himself, and the usual rules don't always seem to apply with him." With all of the deer being carried, Rasp set off on a ground eating pace, but one that I could easily do all day. "So what changed?" "No one knows," Natalie said, "It started August 29, 1939 and during the day as a few wolves shifted, that was the form they ended up in. No one is really sure who the first one was to gain the new form and it's still sending ripples through our world. Only a small number of wolves can obtain the form, and our pack has the highest percentage nationwide. Everyone just calls that day The Change" "I'll never forget that morning. It freaked me right the fuck out," Rasp said, "But enough of ancient history, I'm ready to celebrate with my mate." From the look he was giving Natalie there was no question as to what kind of celebration he had in mind. In truth, the closer we got to the compound the stronger the feelings of lust and desire permeating my senses became. By the time we reached the clearing surrounding the compound, Rasp and Natalie were at almost a full sprint. Tossing their carcasses to the waiting omegas, the Alphas shifted into their wolf forms and were off like a shot. Barking and yipping at each other, the pack was laughing as we watched as Rasp chased Natalie around the clearing. A cheer went up when, anticipating her move, Rasp landed on her back and grasping her neck in his mouth, pinned her to the ground. It looked as if she struggled for a moment, but there was no mistaking the howl of pleasure from them both when Rasp mounted her. From the looks of things, quite a few couples were either running off into the woods to follow their Alpha's example or just celebrating in the clearing. After watching for a moment, I dropped off the two carcasses with the omegas. I really wanted to find out what the hurry was for me to join the pack, but the Alphas were obviously busy and I saw Holly likewise heading off into the woods. Typically after a recovery I liked to unwind by finding some toy for the night and rocking his world, but only on my terms. With all the unpaired wolves hunting for a partner, I knew I would be drawing some attention from a few males who thought they should have some say in the matter. Shifting back into my wolf I headed towards the pack house, figuring this would be a good time to explore. It was interesting to be crossing the field on all fours. During the run, I didn't have a chance to really think and was just trying to not trip over my own feet and kill myself. Now, as I slowly walked through the grass, I took the time to really examine my new environment. Being so close to the ground was strange, and the lines of sight we take for granted walking upright were gone. However in comparison to my vision before the change, it was like night and day, details previously lost stood out in stark detail. A squirrel running along a tree branch, sunlight glistening off a spider's web, and the enormous snow white wolf sitting just back from the tree line. I really didn't get a good look at the wolf, for as soon as my eyes locked on him, he pulled back into the woods and simply vanished. I must have been far more focused than I realized, as I completely missed a large grey wolf approaching until he began to rub against my side. Have you ever seen one of those videos on YouTube where someone pokes an inattentive cat and it flies into the air? That was me the instant I realized the other wolf was next to me. Nailing my second completely awkward landing of the day, I heard what could only be described as laughter from the grey as I scrambled to my feet. From the look in his eyes and on his face, I didn't need any kind of special abilities to know what it was he had in mind. My initial thought was to talk to him via the pack bond, right up to the point when I realized I had no idea how to contact him. Everyone I had talked to so far I knew by name, but I had no clue who this was. My mind raced trying to think of ideas how to get him to back off and in case you're wondering, at that point shifting never even occurred to me. With a confidence bordering on arrogance he approached me, his physical condition and the lust pouring off of him left no doubt of his intent, until a low growl gave him cause to pause. A chuckle was all I got, followed by his continuing approach that was quickly backing me into a corner. There was no way I was going to cry for help. I hadn't depended on anyone else to defend me since I was eighteen, and sure as fuck wasn't going to start now. As much as I was loathe to do it, I found myself having to give ground as I tried to maintain some distance between us. I hated it, but I didn't want to hurt someone on my first day in the pack and was hoping he would get the message. The simple low growl had escalated into a full blown, teeth baring growl and even with a loud bark he continued to approach. When he ignored the bark, I decided I'd had just enough of this arrogant prick. Stopping, I prepared to launch myself at him as he continued his seemingly relentless approach. He paused just in front of me, apparently not believing that my bared teeth and growl were because of him, and he had the balls to chuckle at me again. He quickly discovered just how much of a bad idea that was when he found himself slammed into the ground, my teeth closed around his throat. Wouldn't you know it, being pinned to the ground about to get his throat removed was enough to get him to talk. "Whoa, whoa," he said, "What the fuck is wrong with you? I was just trying to see if you wanted to have some fun." Something inside me snapped and I shifted. Springing to me feet I dug my hands into the fur around his neck and lifted him in the air. I could taste fear replacing the lust coming off of him as his eyes grew wild. "What the fuck is wrong with me? Shift you little bitch and I'll tell you," I said. I felt the fur retract and bones reform, his eyes wide with shock as my hands never left his throat, and his erection carrying over to his human form, "You arrogant little fuck. You have the balls to ask what is wrong with me, when I've given you every signal I can think of to back the fuck off, and you just keep on coming. Give me one good reason I shouldn't snap your neck just to spare the world from your stupidity." In his human form he would be taller than me, but my hands gripping his neck never let him get off his knees. "Elizabeth, I'm going to assume there is a good reason you're holding my son by his throat," Natalie said. Looking down at him now, I could see the obvious resemblance to Rasp, all he was lacking was the impressively large stature. I wasn't completely cutting off his air, but that didn't stop the large inhalation when I finally pushed him away. "Dimitri, don't even think about going anywhere. Your father will be here momentarily," Natalie said, her arms crossed and expression hard as she stared down at her son. Once Rasp arrived it only took a couple of minutes for me to explain the situation. As I talked, both of their faces grew dark and it was clear from the body language just how angry they were. Once I finished there was a silence as Mike and several others approached from behind Dimitri. "Chto za huy Dimitri! Did you think I was lying?" Rasp exploded, his voice hard with a deeply Russian accent, "Take him to the circle." Mike and the others appeared to have been expecting this as they quickly moved in and dragged Dimitri off. "This is our fault, not yours," Natalie said, her anger tinged with sadness, "We kept thinking he would change, but apparently that is not meant to be." "What's going to happen to him?" "Rasp told him if there was another incident he was going to consider it a challenge for leadership of the pack," Natalie said. The joyous mood from the hunt was gone, replaced by a somber quiet that permeated the air as we made our way to the circle. Since Dimitri was their son, I half expected Rasp and Natalie to try and lay the blame at my feet but that wasn't the case. They felt I was too new as a wolf and blamed themselves, saying I shouldn't have been left alone until I had a better grasp of my new abilities. Reaching the circle I was impressed by the sheer number of people present. Since my arrival, I had been swept up in the breakneck pace of events and this was my first chance to really look around. The crowd surrounding the circle easily numbered two hundred, and as we made our way to the front, for the first time I noticed a number of teenagers and younger kids among the throng. With the crowd parting before us, we moved to the front, taking positions along the first row behind the circle. The presence of Mike and Holly made me realize the entire front row was likely comprised of betas. Once we were in place, the circle closed and Rasp began to speak. "Reavers, we gather to answer a challenge for leadership of the pack," Rasp said, "My son Dimitri, has through his actions continued to defy his Alpha, somehow thinking he was above pack law." "Father, you can't be serious," Dimitri said, "I was just trying to have some fun with her. Since she joined the pack smelling freshly fucked, I just figured she wouldn't object if I took a turn." I know he was trying to embarrass me, make it seem as it was my fault, but knowing everyone could smell the remnants of my threesome was having the opposite effect, I couldn't help but smile. "But you didn't give her the chance to object did you?" Rasp stated, "Had you gotten the chance you would have just fucked her, without once discovering or caring if it was welcomed." "Well then, why didn't she talk to me through the bond?" Dimitri asked, "All she had to do was tell me to back off." It was obvious he was trying to talk his way out of the situation he found himself in. "Because just like every other new wolf, she doesn't know how until someone teaches her and you know that," Rasp said, "I, Anatov Gregorovich Rasputin accept your challenge for leadership of the Shadow Reavers and choose to fight as a human. You don't deserve to fight as a wolf. Now defend yourself." With that statement Rasp threw himself across the circle towards Dimitri. Now I will say Dimitri tried, he tried in the same way that gets you a bronze star on your kindergarten progress chart. The fight, and I use that word generously, was short, brutal, and completely one sided. Dimitri simply lacked the power or mass to be a match for his father. He was able to make him miss a few times at first using his speed, but once Rasp landed the first absolutely devastating blow, the fight was essentially over. Gypsy Wolf Ch. 03 "The challenge has been answered and met," Natalie said and with that the crowd immediately began to disperse. No one even spared the bloody pulp in the circle a second glance. "Elizabeth, Rasp and I need to talk to you first thing in the morning," Natalie said once we were in the house, "We planned on doing it tonight, but as you can imagine neither of us are in the mood. Find us right after breakfast if you would." Not waiting for a response, we all watched as the Alphas, hand in hand, made their way up the stairs towards their room. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes if you want to get cleaned up," Holly said, "I can introduce you to everyone if you want. I promise every day isn't as hectic as today." "Sounds good," I said heading up the stairs, "I'll grab a quick shower then be back down." "See you in a few," Holly said. Reaching my room I took a couple of minutes to check on Bubbles before stepping into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I went to get undressed, but had to laugh when I realized I had been naked for at least the last half hour and never even noticed. My stomach started to growl so I only took a few minutes in the shower to wash my body and hair. As I stood wrapped up in a towel, I found myself drawn to a picture on my nightstand. It was my sister Mercy and I sitting on our four wheelers, both completely covered in mud, and grinning like a couple of idiots. The picture was taken just over a week before she disappeared. Throwing on a pair of jeans with a black tank top, I pulled my hair into a pony tail and headed down. The dining room was set up like a family style restaurant with several rows of long tables, and at one end a raised platform with a separate table and much nicer chairs. It was pretty obvious that is where Rasp and Natalie would be sitting. Spotting Holly and Mike I grabbed a tray and loaded up a plate before heading over to sit with them. "You're very brave," the dark haired guy next to Mike said. "What makes you say that?" "The jello cup," he said, pointing to the blue and green dish on my tray, "No one is ever really sure what Valerie is going to put in there, so most of us avoid it. I'm Max by the way. You know Holly and Mike already, Sara is the redhead, Tim's the guy with the shaved head, and his mate Amber is around here somewhere. The others probably went back out into the woods to play although it's possible they had patrol tonight." "It's nice to meet you all," I said as I sat down, "What are they patrolling?" Digging into my food I quickly realized I should have gotten more than one plate. "The woods surrounding the compound," Tim said, "The pack owns several thousand acres and we back up to the national park, which gives us fairly plentiful game, so occasionally we'll catch a hunter trying for an easy kill." "We're also looking out for rogues like Ramirez," Sara said, "From time to time they will group up and attack a pack house. Hasn't happened here in decades, but better to be safe." "Is it all woods?" Despite living in a densely forested area, including today I can count on one hand the number of times I have been in the woods since I was eighteen. I've lived here all of my life, hell, I was a fucking cheerleader in high school, but since that day I've avoided the woods like the plague. I probably should have left town long ago, but I'm just too damn stubborn. "Pretty much, yeah." Max said. It took everything in my power to not roll my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Not a fan of the woods are you?" he asked. "Am I that easy to read?" I asked. I'd have to be careful around here if I was. "Even though you tried to hide it, your reaction was pretty obvious," Mike said, "Any particular reason for not liking the woods?" "Yes." They seemed a bit surprised when I didn't choose to elaborate. "You're part of the pack now and this pack is your family," Holly said, "We support and look out for each other." "Dimitri is part of the pack," I said, "and it was clear that I was only the final straw. How many incidents were there before me?" I hoped a quick change of subjects would stop any further questions. "He was, was part of the pack," a cute blonde I assumed was Amber said as she slipped in next to Tim, "I just talked to Damien and when Dimitri didn't show up in Medical he went to check on him. There was a blood trail heading north from the circle to the woods and his room was empty. I'm impressed that he was able to drag himself away from the circle but I guess Rasp couldn't bring himself to kill his son." "I noticed a white wolf out in the woods earlier," I said pushing my spoon into the blue jello, "maybe they helped Dimitri." Sliding the spoon into my mouth, I glanced up and was about to comment on the jello when I realized everyone was staring at me. "Elizabeth, how big was this white wolf that you saw?" Sara asked, breaking the almost eerie silence that had descended over the table. Slowly swallowing the jello, I set the spoon down on my tray. "Well, I was almost to the house and he was in the tree line," I said wondering what was going on, "but even over that distance I'd say gigantic is a good word." Thinking back on it I realized I was talking about maybe three or four hundred yards, and even still I could tell this was a massive wolf. "Define gigantic," Mike said . "Twice the size of Rasp, maybe bigger," I said, "I didn't get a second look at him as I had to deal with Dimitri at the time, but that white fur was hard to miss. As soon as I set my eyes on him, he seemed to just vanish into the woods. The blue jello is lime by the way." Seeing the way they were exchanging glances was extremely unnerving. "The jello is always lime," Holly said her voice almost flat, "It's Rasp's favorite flavor so it's all Valerie makes. I would prefer to wait until the morning, but the Alphas need to be told as well as informing the patrols. He'll have them chasing ghosts all night." "How long has it been since anyone has seen him?" Mike said, "I don't think there have been any confirmed sightings since, hell I don't know when." "Nineteen thirty nine just outside the Black Forest in Germany," Damien said having walked up during my description, "A few days before the change, he eviscerated a pack of rogues helping the Nazis. After that particular demonstration no wolf interested in their own continued existence dared to help the Axis." Did he actually say eviscerated? "What's going on?" I asked, not particularly happy with how freaked out everyone was getting, "Who is this guy that has you so worked up? Wait a second, he destroyed a pack? By himself?" Who the fuck was this guy, some kind of werewolf bogeyman? "His name is Watcher and he is the oldest known werewolf, period. Some think he might be the first," Sara said, "I've researched him for years, pulling together pieces of the puzzle from around the world, and the facts are almost impossible to differentiate from the legends. What I can tell you for certain is; he is the only known example of a saber tooth wolf and he has been alive for all of recorded history." "All of recorded history?" I asked, "How is that even possible?" "No one knows," Sara and, "If you want to hear some of the better legends come find me later." "The bigger questions are; why has he chosen to reappear now and why here?" Mike said. "It doesn't matter, but we need to tell Rasp," Holly said, "Mike, Elizabeth you ready? Might as well get this over with. Max can you contact the patrols and let them know what is going on?" "Sure thing Holly," Max said. "Yeah, I'm ready," I said getting up. It made sense for me to go since I was the one who spotted him. Looking around, I noticed everyone was leaving their trays on the table, and the omegas were coming around and cleaning up so I did the same. I don't know if it was the looks on our faces, or if we were giving off some kind of aura, but as we made our way through the house everyone just seemed to clear out of our way. Even the little kids, who are usually oblivious to what is going on, seemed to realize not to get in our way. Reaching the door to the Alpha's room Mike took a deep breath before giving it a hard knock. I'm fairly certain as the last knock on the wood faded into silence, I received a master class in Russian swear words. They were crystal clear through the thick wood, I just didn't understand any of them but there was no doubting the tone. Considering the force Rasp used to yank it open, I don't know how the door managed to stay on the hinges. Dressed in ragged jean shorts he was covered in sweat, his knuckles bloody, and looked ready to rip our heads off, but seeing the seriousness of our faces he took a deep breath before speaking. "Oh fuck, what is it now?" he said his voice weary and ragged. "Elizabeth saw a massive white wolf in the woods earlier," Mike said, "From the description it could only be Watcher." I'm not sure if the look on his face was from shock or pure exasperation at everything that had happened today. "Of course," Rasp said before stepping back and waving us in. For some reason I had expected the room to be trashed but everything seemed to be in pristine condition. The entire pack house seemed to be decorated with wood furniture and their bed was easily the largest I had ever seen. The scent of fresh blood tickled my nose and it wasn't until my eyes spotted a large wooden column wrapped in red tinged rope that it made sense. "What's going on babe?" Natalie said walking in from the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel and nothing else. My initial assessment of her as the blonde cheerleader type was only reinforced by her tight body, but there was no questioning the aura of authority she gave off. It would be easy for someone to underestimate her if they went purely by appearance. As I watched her stalk across the room, there wasn't a single blemish or stretch mark I could see, and neither her nor Rasp appeared to be old enough to be Dimitri's parents. "We may have a larger issue than Dimitri or the Gypsy pact," Rasp said, "Watcher was spotted in the woods earlier." Gypsy pact? I'll be adding that to the growing list of questions I have. "Well, when it rains it pours. If he was spotted, it's because he wanted to be seen," Natalie said, "Who saw him?" "I did." "Really? When was this?" Natalie asked. "Right before Dimitri introduced himself," I said. I could see the mental flinch at the mention of their son's name, but nothing was said. "I would ask why you didn't mention this before, but you had no way of knowing it might be important," Natalie said "Max is notifying the patrols as we speak," Mike said. "In that case there really isn't anything else to be done," Rasp said, "We haven't done anything to bring his wrath down on us, so unless he makes contact all we can do is wait. Mike, just in case, ask Jean to ready one of the VIP quarters. I seriously doubt we'll need it, but with they way this week has been, it seems pointless not to consider the possibility." "Alright you three, get out," Natalie said herding us towards the door, "I'm taking my mate to bed and am not in a sharing mood tonight. Elizabeth don't forget we need to talk after breakfast and Holly do me a favor. Teach her how to push." "Will do," Holly said as the door clicked shut. "Well that went better than I thought," Mike said, "Honestly, I was expecting to find him in a rage." "Things with Dimitri have been rough for so many years, I guess they already made peace with it," Holly said, "Between that and Rasp trying to kill his punching tree it's the only thing I can think of. His knuckles weren't busted open after the challenge." "Has Dimitri always been like this?" I asked, "Thinking he could just take whoever he wanted?" "No, he wasn't," Mike said, "We were friends growing up and one day he just changed. It was like someone flipped a switch, and he decided that since he was probably going to be the Alpha one day he could do anything he wanted. There were rumors about him and some of the younger women, but no one would ever come forward so we had no facts. Now it makes sense, they were afraid of being on his bad side when he ran the pack. Rasp and Natalie knew about the rumors of course, but we're hesitant to act without proof even though his actions flew in the face of everything they believe. I don't think anyone knew that he had been threatened to be expelled." "We need to find out who these women are," I said, "They are more than likely blaming themselves for what happened, and now that he's gone they might be open to talking about it. I want to talk with them." "Word has probably already gotten around that he's gone," Mike said, "We need to let people know there won't be any repercussions for coming forward." "So what did Natalie mean by, teaching me how to push?" "Pushing the bond," Holly said, "It's part of how you use the bond to communicate. You're already doing it to some extent, you just need to learn how to do it with someone you don't know. I'll get someone to help us and meet you in your room in a few minutes." "Alright, I'll meet you there," I said heading down the hallway. Stepping into my room, I was amazed at how comfortable I felt. For years I'd lived in my old apartment and it never felt like anywhere other than a place to sleep and fuck, but here, in this room I felt at home. I strolled around the room, running my fingers over the well polished wood, enjoying the rich, earthy tones. I suspect my wolf had something to do with my new appreciation for these colors, as my old place had been decorated in a more severe black and white. I spent a few minutes sitting with Bubbles, who was resting near the heater vent, before there was a knock at my door. Opening my door I let Holly in. "I've got someone coming in just a minute to help us out," Holly said, "Since you're learning how to push I'm not going to tell you her name but the two of you have a lot in common. She managed to survived a rogue attack eight years ago, and has been with us ever since." "You wanted to see me Holly?" a hauntingly familiar voice said as it's owner swept into the room. I felt my heart stop as my eyes fell upon a face I had not seen in almost a decade. The last time I laid eyes on my sister we were both bloody and beaten, our clothes ripped off as we were raped. It was the last day I enjoyed being in the forest. She had been fifteen on the day we were attacked, and as my eyes flooded with tears, I couldn't help but see how much she looked like our mother. My heart was absolutely bursting with joy and I couldn't help but throw my arms around her. "MERCY," I cried, "OH MY GOD, MERCY. I thought you were dead. There was so much blood and they never found a body. How did you survive?" I couldn't remember a time I had ever felt so happy. "Who's Mercy?" my sister asked. Gypsy Wolf Ch. 04 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. Feel free to let me know what you think with your votes and your comments. It's your positive feedback that keeps the authors here on Lit motivated to write. ***** "Who's Mercy?" my sister asked. That simple statement rocked me to the very core of my being as I stared at my sister in complete disbelief. How could she not recognize me and how could she not know who she was? It was her, there wasn't a shred of doubt in my mind that the person standing before me was my sister, but something had happened. I started to open my mouth but Holly quickly cut me off. "Angel, can you give us a few minutes?" Holly said, "I just realized I need to talk with Elizabeth about something. I'll let you know when we are ready." My shock was compounded at hearing the name Holly just called her. I instantly focused on her throat and the small silver necklace she wore. The chain was different and the metal slightly worn, but the charm was the same one I had given her for her twelfth birthday, the name Angel written in script. She had always been so sweet and caring, unable to harm a fly and wanting to save the world, we had started to call her Angel, as in the Angel of Mercy. "OK Holly, if you need me I'll be down in the clinic," she said, "It's nice to meet you Elizabeth." Same voice, same cheerful disposition, and apparently same interest in helping people, there was no way this wasn't my sister. After watching her leave the room I collapsed on my couch, completely drained from the emotional upheaval today had brought. I heard Holly close the door and move around my room as I counted the knots in my ceiling. "Here," Holly said handing me an ice cold beer from a fridge I seemed to have missed. Taking a large pull off the beer, I felt the ice cold liquid move down my throat and settle in my stomach. "Elizabeth, how do you know Angel?" Holly said sitting next to me on my couch. "Her name isn't Angel, its Mercy," I said, "and she's my sister. Angel was her nickname, and I gave her that necklace when she was twelve. The chain is different but the charm is the same." "Natalie is going to have puppies tomorrow," Holly said rubbing her temples, "I don't think I've ever seen someone unintentionally be the focus so much drama in a single day." "I'm not worried about Natalie and believe me, it wasn't my intention," I said, "The only thing I care about now, is why my sister doesn't know who she is." "How positive are you that she's your sister?" Holly said, "The condition in which we found her, it wasn't pretty." "You found her broken, beaten, and raped didn't you?" I asked, although the look on her face had already answered my question. "Pretty much," Holly asked, "How did you know?" "The last time I saw my sister alive, we'd gone for a walk in the woods," I said, "We did it all the time as we both loved the forest. I was even looking into becoming a park ranger after college. It was starting to get dark and we were almost back when we were attacked." Tears began to stream down my face as the pain I had long suppressed began leaking back, prompting Holly to wrap her arms around me, as I relived that agonizing day. "I don't know if I never got a look at my attacker or if my mind is just blocking it but I'll never forget his voice," I said, "Rough and gravelly he threatened that if either of us called out, he would kill the other." "You have no memory of what he looked like?" Holly said. "No, like I said all I remember is the voice," I said, "Why?" "Just trying to figure out if this was a rogue we've put down since she's been here," she said, "If Angel really is your sister then, the rogue wolf that raped you is a very frightening creature indeed." It was with that one matter of fact statement, the one impossible memory I had suppressed came rushing back. The cruel golden eyes, vicious yellow teeth, and black fur on what could only be a werewolf, holding me down with strength that was impossible to fight. My body shuddered as the terror of that moment ran fresh through my mind. "How did she come to be here?" I asked, "And how is it she shifted when I didn't?" I couldn't worry about what happened to me, Mercy was the only important thing right now. "She was found by one of our patrols," Holly said, "She had been left in a spot hunters like to use to enter our territory, so it's one we watch frequently. As for why she shifted and you didn't, whoever did this was methodical and controlled. She had a single, clean bite to her arm, but it was more than enough to trigger the change. She was suffering from severe head trauma combined with the memory loss, so Damien thinks she may have been unconscious when she was bitten. If this rogue had bitten you, would have shifted. The fact that you were raped and not bitten shows extremely uncharacteristic control for a rogue." "Is she ok?" "She has no memory of anything before waking up in the clinic," Holly said, "but physically she's in perfect health. We called her Angel after the necklace obviously, but maybe with you here now her memories will return." There was nothing I could do to stop the happy tears streaming down my face, not that I wanted to. Despite everything that had happened, my sister was alive and well. "Damien will probably want to talk to you tomorrow once word gets around," Holly said, "I'm not sure how we are going to approach Angel with this, but he might have some ideas." "I just wish our parents were still alive," I said, "she and I are the only family we have now." "Elizabeth, I know your life has been difficult the last few years," Holly said, "and just from what you've told me, I'm amazed at how well you've kept it together. However when we say the pack is family, we mean it. Since Angel got here she has been watched over by every member of this pack. We were there when she woke up screaming, and the days she broke down for no discernible reason. Even Dimitri, before his head vanished into his ass, helped look out for her. We'll do the same for you, if you let us." "Holly, I appreciate everything you've done for Mercy, I really do," I said, "Once I lost her, everything changed, I changed and I don't think I know who that person is anymore. It's why I chase bad guys and don't hug trees. I think that's why my parents gave me Bubbles, so I would have something to care about. Now that I have Mercy back, nothing is more important to me than her. I want my sister back." "OK, just know we are here for you," Holly said, "I'm going to talk to Natalie first thing in the morning just to give her a heads up. Why don't you get some rest? It's been a full day for you." I suspect this was in response to the massive yawn that just escaped my mouth. "I think I will," I said, "Thank you Holly. Thank you for bringing my sister back to me." "You're welcome and hopefully everything will work out," Holly said moving towards the door, "I'm just next door if you need me." The door clicked shut and I was alone in my thoughts. It was strange to be so happy and yet so sad at the same time. Mercy had been right there, in my arms, and yet it was the eyes of a stranger looking back at me. Maybe Holly was right, maybe Damien would have some ideas. I took a minute to clean up in the bathroom before getting undressed and slipping under the covers. I was hoping for a peaceful dreamless night, unfortunately it was not meant to be. It was getting close to dusk and a chill had settled among the trees. The early March air was crisp and clean from the rain earlier in the day. I only had a few more weeks until graduation and my birthday was just days ago. I already had my acceptance letter into the forestry program at NAU pinned to the cork board above my desk. As usual Mercy was complaining about me going to school out of state. "Beth, how can a school in Arizona teach you anything about forests?" Mercy said, "It's not like they have trees there or anything." This was always one of her favorite arguments. "Seriously," I said, "you've seen the pictures of the campus; they have trees." "Ever heard of Photoshop?" Mercy said. I just shook my head, just like every other time we had this same conversation. Mercy continued to prattle on, trying every argument she could think of, for me to stay in town. I was content to let her carry on, until something caused the hairs on my neck to rise. "Mercy," I said, "shush for a minute." There was something wrong but I couldn't tell what. We were only about half a mile from home and I wanted to pick up the pace. "Why, what's going on?" Mercy said, "Why are you telling me to shush?" "Because I want you to stop talking, that why," I said, "If someone says shush it doesn't mean keep talking, it means shut up." I love my sister, but God she could be thick sometimes. Finally closing her mouth, we both just stood still and listened to the silence of the trees. "I don't hear anything," Mercy said in a loud whisper. I was about to snap at her when I realized that's what was wrong. The forest was dead silent, not a bird singing or a cricket chirping anywhere. Reaching out I grabbed Mercy's hand and began pulling her in the direction of the house. Every base instinct I had was screaming at me to get the hell out of there, and it certainly seemed like a good idea to me. Mercy finally seemed to pick up that something was seriously wrong, and we both began walking as quickly as we could. I'd never been afraid to be in the woods until this very moment. As we hurried home, it felt as if the trees themselves were conspiring against us. Every root, every branch and thorn seemed to try and delay us. In the end it was the laugh, a rough, cruel laughter that seemed to echo from everywhere that paralyzed us both with fear. I wanted to run, scream even, but I couldn't get my feet move or my mouth to open. I looked at Mercy and she was having the same trouble. "Where's the fun in that, just standing there quivering in fear," said a voice just as cruel as the laughter, "Run my little gypsy whores, run from the big bad wolf." Fear kept us locked in place until the snap of a twig shattered its hold on us. "Mercy Run," I screamed dragging her hand. We were running blindly through the woods, but I knew we were headed in the right direction. We could hear him growing ever closer; I couldn't believe how quickly he was catching up to us. He seemed to be just barreling through branches we had to dodge, constantly growing closer. Splashing through a small stream, I knew we only had a couple of hundred yards to go. Inevitably I slipped, the morning rain having turned every rock and leaf into a deadly hazard. Setting my foot down, a rock under the leaves shifted, severely twisting my ankle and sending me sprawling to the ground screaming. My knee smashed into a rock, sending pain coursing through my body. Mercy paused to look back at me, her eyes wide as she laid her eyes on our pursuer. "Run Mercy," I screamed, "Run and don't stop until you get home." I tried getting to my feet as Mercy began to run, only to be driven to the ground by something large and strong. "That's right Mercy, run," the voice standing over me said his foot pinning me to the ground, "Run away knowing I will kill your big sister right now unless you stop. Run away knowing your sister will die if you scream. You don't want to be responsible for your sister's death do you?" I couldn't see what was happening, my face pushed into the forest floor, but I knew she had stopped when his tone changed. "That's right Mercy, come on back," he said, "Always the sweet, gentle one, aren't you Mercy?" "Mercy no, please run," I pleaded hot tears stinging my eyes, "Mercy run." "You're not going to run are you Mercy?" he said his tone almost mocking, "You don't want to be responsible for me slitting your sister's throat wide open, do you? I didn't think so." She must have given him some kind of response I couldn't see and it broke my heart. The pressure was gone from my back and I found myself lifted to my feet, face to face with our captor. Growing up, my great grandmother Rosa always told me wild stories; fae folk, vampires, and for the love of God werewolves. Standing before me was a werewolf, the creature of myth and legend holding me by my jacket. Black as night, his fur contrasted the golden orbs set deep into his brow, giving them an otherworldly glow. It almost could have been pleasant to see if not for the cruel expression and yellow stained teeth. The only thing out of place was the ace of spades branded into his chest. "The rules are the same for you Elizabeth," he said, "If you scream or try to run, I will tear out her throat and pour her blood over you. You already know you can't outrun me. Do you understand, or should I kill her now?" "I understand," I said my voice barely more than a whisper, "Be strong Mercy." Releasing my jacket, I had to bite off the scream as my ankle buckled under my weight. "That's right Mercy, be strong," he taunted stalking towards her, "Two tasty little gypsy bitches, I wonder which I'll have first." The blow was unexpected and powerful, sending my sister flying up into the nearest tree, her jacket snagging on a branch causing her to be suspended for a moment before she slipped out, tumbling down into a heap at its base. "MERCY," I cried out forgetting myself. I could see the blood spatter from where her head impacted the tree but I couldn't tell if she was breathing. Her jacket was still stuck in the branches of the tree, hanging limp in the still air. I began to crawl over the wet forest floor to my sister when I was lifted into the air again. I started to struggle when a massive furred hand wrapped around my throat and slammed me up against a tree. The back of my head bounced off the tree, filling my vision with stars. "Bitch, you don't listen very well," he said. My head was swimming when I heard the tear of fabric and cool air on my chest. The sudden realization of what he intended cleared my head and I began to struggle against the hand encircling my throat. I might as well have been wrestling with a bulldozer as effective as I was. Lashing out with my foot, I did manage to get a hit in the one sensitive area all males share. "Gypsy cunt," he growled before repeatedly slamming me into the tree. I wasn't seeing anything but spots when I was flung through the air, landing hard on my arm. The loud crack and pain shooting through my arm was unfortunately familiar, and I was fairly certain it was broken. Lying on the ground clutching my arm, I felt his clawed hand push into my jeans and instantly shred the fabric. My existence turned into a world of pain, as he grabbed my arms and pinning me to the ground, forced himself into me. The outside world ceased to exist as the pain overwhelmed every other sensation. I don't know how long he kept me pinned to the wet forest floor but my mind soon detached itself from what my body was suffering. With only his chest to look at I focused on the large ace of spades burned into his skin. I memorized every detail, each wrinkle and bump of the smooth skin. It was only when I felt him spill himself inside me that I snapped back to reality. "Well that was fun," he said lifting himself off of me, "One down, one to go." His vice like grip on my arm had managed to deaden the pain, but the sudden flow of blood ripped a scream from me I could not hold back. My body curled itself into a ball, desperate to protect my damaged arm. I watched as he walked towards Mercy. "Stay away from her, you fuck," I said with every ounce of hate I could muster. "Such rage in your eyes, shame it's wasted on someone like you," he said. Bending down, he lifted Mercy's unconscious form up and flung her over his shoulder. Standing over me, he stared with those golden eyes, "You're just stubborn enough to try and follow me, and we can't have that, now can we. Goodbye gypsy," he said bringing his foot down on my shin. The snap of the bone echoed off trees, soon drowned out by my screaming. "MERCY," I screamed as he vanished into the woods. Over and over I screamed her name, the pain and hate from my shattered body energizing me, as my voice grew ragged. There was no way I was going to cry, when my sister was gone somewhere with that monster. I could tell unconsciousness would soon overwhelm me but it didn't stop my screaming, "MERCY." The force of Natalie's slap was enough to rock my head back and break through the veil of my nightmare. During my recovery in the hospital, I'd relived that day in the woods every night for months, but it had been years since the last time. I was a different person after that; colder, harder, and more standoffish, the wall between innocence and reality forever shattered. "Elizabeth, are you alright?" Natalie said. Looking around, I was embarrassed by how many people were in the room. "I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to wake anyone. It was an old dream." Sitting up, I was completely drenched in sweat and despised that everyone was seeing this moment of weakness. "Here drink this," Mercy said sitting in front of me on the bed. Taking the glass of water I quickly downed it, enjoying the cool liquid running down my throat. "When I first joined the pack, I used to have nightmares too. I never remembered what happened, but I know how they made me feel." "Angel," Natalie said, "I don't think Elizabeth is quite ready to share just yet. Give her time, you remember." "I do," Mercy said, "When I got here I didn't know anyone, but they still made me feel completely welcome. If there's anything I can do, please let me know." Scrambling off the bed she headed out of my room before Natalie sat down and took my hand. "Damien today is going to be entertaining to say the least, and I would like you there when we sit down with Elizabeth," Natalie said, "Try and think if you can come up with any way to restore Angel's memory now that her sister is here and no one is to mention a thing to Angel until I say otherwise." "I'll get right on it," Damien said, "OK anyone who doesn't live in this room or isn't an Alpha needs to get out. You're concern is appreciated but Natalie has this." Quickly guiding everyone out of the room he pulled the door shut. "Want to talk about it?" Natalie asked. Even though her tone was gentle, I could tell saying no wasn't an option." "It was the day of the attack," I said, "I used to have the dream all the time; I'd forgotten how bad it was." "It's understandable, it coming back now," Natalie said, "Do you remember anything about the rogue who attacked you? Might help us figure out who it was." "Not really, remember I was scared out of my mind dealing with something that for as far as I knew, didn't exist," I said my mind searching for anything, "There's something missing, some important detail, I've just never been able to remember what it is. It's always been there at the back of my mind, I just can't figure out what it is." "Maybe working with your sister will help you remember as well," Natalie said before climbing off the bed to pace around the room. "I do remember he referred to us as gypsy whores and then kept coming back to that word, gypsy," I said. "Well whoever he is, if he knew about your gypsy blood then he's insane," Natalie said noticing the sharp raise of my eyebrows, "I'm not going to go into it right now. I need to discuss it with Rasp first, but we'll talk about it after breakfast. Today is going to be long and the sun will be up shortly. I'll see you downstairs in a bit." Once the door was closed, I crawled out of bed and opened the curtains, looking out into the woods. The sky was still dark, but I could easily make out the faint differences in shades as sunrise grew closer. I stood there watching the sky grow lighter until a flash of white in the trees caught my eye. I only saw it for a moment, but that was enough for me to know Watcher was still around. Shaking my head, I closed the blinds before heading in to grab a shower. Gypsy Wolf Ch. 04 "How are you doing?" Holly asked as I slid into my seat. The same group as last night was assembled around the table and they waved me over as soon as I walked into the dining room. "I feel like I ran a marathon yesterday," I said. I really did, the less than restful night's sleep combined with everything that happened yesterday really had me feeling worn out. "Well today should be easier, but no promises," Holly said. "I hope so," I said before digging into my breakfast. Typically I would only have a cup of coffee and a bagel, but this morning I was starving and quickly emptied two full plates. "Well your appetite appears to be normal," Damien said approaching the table, "The Alphas have asked that I give you a quick physical before your meeting. So if you would, meet me at medical when you're finished and we can get this done." "Wait a second," I said, "aren't you supposed to fast or something before a physical? They always have me do that before taking blood." "No, it's quite alright," Damien said laughing, "The fasting thing only applies to humans and you're not human anymore." "I suppose not," I said, "I'll meet you there in just a couple of minutes." Damien seemed satisfied and headed off. "Well that was odd," Sara said. "That's what I was thinking," Max said. "What's odd," I asked. "The physical, I've been with this pack for forty five years and I've never heard of a healthy adult getting a physical," Tim said. "Women get exams while they are pregnant, and kids before they shift, but that's all I know of," Amber said. "Really?" I said getting up. Seeing the nods from everyone, I added that to the list of questions I needed to ask. I vaguely remembered where the medical room was, and managed to find it, only getting lost twice. I probably could have asked for directions, but as usual if I can manage on my own, I will. Pushing open the door, I found myself in a medical clinic that could have been any emergency room across the country. Multiple beds, surrounded by privacy curtains, lined the walls, each with a cart loaded with supplies. "OK, I'm here, I said, "let's get this over with." "Excellent," Damien said pointing towards a bed, "Angel is going to draw some blood and take your vitals first, and then we will get to it." Hopping up on the bed, Mercy pulled a cart over and began prepping my arm. "How are you doing?" Mercy asked. I was impressed at how efficiently and quickly she was able to draw my blood. "Better, you're pretty good at that," I said. "Thanks, I don't get to do this very often," she said, "I'm glad my skills haven't deteriorated too much since school." "You went to school for this?" I said the surprise in my voice obvious. "After I joined the pack I always seemed to find my way in here," she said, "After a couple of years, they arranged for me to go to school to become Damian's medical assistant. It was a challenge, but I graduated top of my class, even got a couple of really good job offers." "That's really awesome," I said. I could hear how proud she was of her accomplishments since joining the pack and couldn't help but smile. "I'm hoping to be able to go to medical school at some point," she said as she finished taking my vitals, "I'd really like to be a doctor." "I'm sure you would be great," I said suddenly fighting back tears. Being a doctor was what Mercy had always dreamed of as a kid and I was happy to see she hadn't lost that dream. "I'm sorry for rattling on like that," Mercy said, "I'm sure you have a lot to do today and the last thing you need is to hear about my life." "Actually," I said, "I'd love to hear about everything in your life and I'm sure you will make an amazing doctor." "Thanks," she said, "you're going to need to shift, so go ahead and get undressed. You can stack your clothes on the table." "Little different than my last physical," I said quickly stripping down. "I would hope so," Damien said walking back into the room, "Wolves rarely get sick, so we usually deal with trauma or births in here. Go ahead and shift into your hybrid form and we'll get started." Thus began the strangest physical I ever received. After checking the usual; eyes, ears, nose, and throat, Damien seemed more concerned about measuring me than anything else. It felt more like getting fitted for a prom dress than a physical. Height and weight, how long my fangs and claws were, all recorded in both hybrid and wolf form. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought he was making it up as he went along. "OK Elizabeth, you can go ahead and get dressed, we're finished here," Damien said after about forty five minutes. "Angel, can you prep the samples for transport? I want to get those sent off this morning." "Sure," Mercy said, "I'll be in the back if you need me." "Well that was fun," I said, "We should be sure to never do this again. It felt more like a dress fitting than a physical." "I need to talk to the Alphas," Damien said, "I'll meet you in their office when you're ready." Opening the door to the clinic, Derek slipped into the room just as Damien was leaving. "Elizabeth, is Angel here?" Derek asked. "She's in the back finishing up some stuff for Damien," I said getting dressed. "What about Bubbles?" he said, "He's not going to try and eat me again, is he?" "No, you're fine, Bubbles is in my room," I said, "What brings you here?" I was curious as to what Derek could possibly want from my sister. "Derek?" Mercy called from the back. "Yeah babe it's me," Derek said. Suffice to say, I was a little stunned when Mercy came running from the back and threw herself into Derek's arms. The kiss that followed was as passionate as I could recall ever seeing, and in a way reminded me of how our parents use to act before Mercy went missing. I stood in shocked silence for a minute before they seemed to remember I was there. "Sorry about that," Mercy said when they finally broke apart, "With his guard and patrol schedule it's been a couple of days since I've been able to see my mate." "Mate?" I said completely flabbergasted and my anger spiking, "What do you mean by mate?" I had a fairly decent idea what she meant after having seen Natalie and Rasp, but there was no way in hell my baby sister could possibly be mated. "I guess with everything else that has been going on Natalie hasn't had the chance to talk to you about how we mate," Mercy said, "You do know wolves mate for life, right?" "MATE FOR LIFE," I said, "Mercy, you're only twenty three; there is no way in hell you should be mated for life." I had this sudden urge to separate the major components of Derek's body into small bite sized pieces, and I could feel my wolf running through my mind wanting to come out and play. After all this time, I finally find my sister only to discover some flea bitten wolf boy has convinced her she is his mate. Oh fucking hell no. Even as inexperienced as I was I could tell I was getting close to shifting. To my surprise, Mercy placed herself directly between Derek and me as I started to cross the room. "I don't know what the fuck your problem is," Mercy said, "but Derek is my mate whether you like it or not. You may be able to wipe the floor with both of us, but you're not going to lay a finger on him. And why in the fuck do you keep calling me Mercy? My name is Angel, and how in the hell would you know how old I am?" Any other time I would be proud of her for standing up for herself, even Derek seemed shocked at her behavior, but now was not the time. "I keep calling you Mercy because that's your name, not Angel, and why wouldn't I know my own sister's birthday?" I said just as Natalie and Rasp came charging into the room. To say Mercy was shocked would be something of an understatement. Her eyes flew open wide as they flashed back and forth between me and her Alpha's, all traces of defiance and anger gone. I even felt my own anger over her being mated slipping away. "Sister," Mercy said in complete disbelief, "I have a sister." From the way she was saying sister, it was as if she was trying out the word for size. "Alpha, what the hell is going on?" Derek said walking over to Rasp. I didn't hear the answer as Natalie pulled me out into the hallway. "Do I want to know what happened?" Natalie asked. "Why didn't you tell me she was mated?" I said as the urge to shift slipped away, "How in the fuck did this happen?" Watching Natalie blow a strand of her blonde hair out of her face told me that the thought had never even crossed her mind. "Werewolves can only become aware of their mate once we are of age," Natalie said, "So when Angel, I mean Mercy, said that Derek was her mate we never even though twice about it." I'm pretty sure my jaw would have hit the floor, if it could stretch that far. "She's the one who said he was her mate?" I said. "Yeah," Natalie said. It was a challenge for me to wrap my mind around the idea of Mercy being the aggressive one. "Listen, I know this is difficult for you," Natalie said, "but Derek takes good care of her and whether you approve or not they are mates. The only thing that can change that is if one of them was to die and rarely does the other survive long after that." We were suddenly aware of a large presence standing over us. "Natalie, Elizabeth I think this conversation has been put off long enough," Rasp said having come out into the hallway, "We'll use our library, the books we need are in there anyways." Following Rasp to the other end of the house, we entered a large library next to the Alpha's office. Entering the room we were all surprised to find a group of teens standing around the large conference table, which was covered with small buildings and what appeared to be armies of miniatures. It took me a moment to recognize the game as Warhammer 40,000. My friend Nikki's older brother Jacob, who I totally did not have a crush on, used to spend hours playing with his friends down in their basement. "Jonathan what's going on?" Rasp said, "What are you doing in my library?" It was obvious Rasp was trying to contain his temper. "Alpha," Jonathan said, "You said last week we could use the room today, I thought it was still ok. You could visibly see the frustration slipping away from Rasp. "You're absolutely right Jonathan, I did," Rasp said having forgotten in all of the drama of the last couple of days, "However, something has come up and we need to use the room. Pack business has to come first boys." "Yes Alpha," the teens chorused dejectedly. You could see they were unhappy as they began to gather up their books. "You can have the room back when we're done," Rasp said, "so you can leave your stuff in the room if you want, but we will need the table." While we waited for them to clear the table, I took the time to look around the room. As with everything else in the house, the room was done completely in rich dark wood with book lined shelves reaching to the ceiling. Pulling several volumes off the shelves, Rasp set them on the now clear table. "Ok boys," Rasp said, "I'll let you know when we're done." "Thank you Alpha," Jonathan said as the boys filed out of the room. "Okay everyone take a seat please," Rasp said as we filled the empty chairs around the large table. Part of me wanted to take the seat at the head of the table, but once Rasp seated himself there I grabbed the chair to his right, directly across from Natalie. Damien joined us a couple of minutes later with Mercy and Derek in tow. "You wanted to see us Alphas," Derek said. "Derek, Angel take a seat," Rasp said, "you're now involved with this as much as anyone." A moment later the door opened and an Omega I didn't recognize walked in pushing a cart with a variety of snacks and a large carafe of coffee. "I figured we would all need the caffeine," Natalie said, "Thank you Dawn, we will take it from here." Giving a quick nod, Dawn quickly left the room, that letting Mike and Holly in just before closing the door behind her. "Ok, first things first," Natalie said, "Just so everyone is one the same page Elizabeth here turns out to be Angel's older sister. Also her real name is apparently Mercy not Angel." "Can people still call me Angel?" Mercy asked, "It's the only name I've ever known and everyone already knows me by it and it would just be easier for them." I started to object but realized she was right. Angel was the only name she had ever known, and for me to insist that people call her Mercy would be selfish and probably alienate her. "Yes," Rasp said his tone making it clear I would lose were I to argue the point, "but understand Elizabeth will be calling you Mercy and as people find out others likely will as well. I know you probably have a million questions for her but now is not the time for them, ok?" "Yes Alpha," Mercy said. "Elizabeth," Natalie said, "you've mentioned your great grandmother told you stories. Did she ever mention anything about the Gypsy Pact?" "Not that I can remember," I said, "She had passed away by the time we were attacked so I couldn't ask her anything. I wracked my brain trying to remember anything I could when I was in the hospital but I was still having trouble coping with the situation." "Despite the reputation they have with the rest of the world Gypsies and those of their blood are the gatekeepers between two worlds," Rasp said, "They have knowledge of every legend and myth and know which ones are real and which are not. If they chose to reveal us to the world there is not a single thing we could do about it. We could fight back but how long do you think it would be before humans decided we needed to be wiped off the face of the earth? It's all a numbers game and humans have them on their side." "So what prevents us from wiping out the gypsies?" I asked. I wasn't thrilled about the prospect of mythical creatures attacking humans, but I was just being pragmatic. "In 325 AD around the same time as the Council of Nicaea the Gypsy Pact was formed," Natalie said, "The Gypsy Pact basically says you leave us alone and we won't bring the world down on your head. The mythical races all agreed to leave anyone of gypsy blood alone in exchange for keeping their existence a secret. Vampires agreed not to feed on them, weres agreed not to change them, and the elves, well let's just say you don't want to know what the elves agreed not to do. The quickest way to ensure your own destruction was to break the treaty as the Witches Council discovered." "Salem?" I asked, "Wait a second, did you say vampires?" "Yes, I said vampires, and no they don't sparkle," Rasp said, "You have no idea how pissed the vampire community was when those movies came out. Turns out however that the author is untouchable on her own right, otherwise she would not still be breathing. Although some have of the cooler heads might have turned her as a joke. If you do happen to meet one, I don't recommend bringing that up. "Salem was just one of many attempts by the Witches Council to push the rules," Natalie said, "Pretty much any witch trial can be traced back to the gypsies but as you can imagine things do slip through from time to time. It was discovered in 1427 that when you mix werewolf blood and gypsy blood together you get an Alpha, every time. "Is that why we were attacked?" Mercy asked, "I get he was trying to turn until into Alphas, but why try and get us pregnant?" "That is an excellent question that unfortunately we have no answer for just yet," Natalie said. "I'm not an Alpha," Mercy said with a level of resignation in her voice. "Not yet," Damien said, "but there is such a thing as a latent alpha where those traits we associate with being an Alpha do not reveal themselves until a later time. It's rare but it has happened." "I think we can all agree that Elizabeth is anything but latent." Rasp said to the nod of everyone in the room. "I knew it," Holly said slamming her palm on the table, "There was no way you could be a Beta and kick my ass like that." The sudden outburst had everyone in the room laughing as Holly sat back in her chair beaming. "Yes Holly, you can relax," Natalie said, "you're still the toughest Beta here." "Just so long as you recognize that," Holly said a smile plastered to her face. "Ok enough," Rasp said, "we're getting off track. Whoever attacked you knew exactly when and where to put you so you would be found. That means your attacker was either someone in the pack or we were being watched for a long time. " "There is no way someone in the pack would do this," Mike said. "I agree," Natalie said, "Which means we have to look for someone playing the long game. Someone willing to bide his time and see how things play out." "That doesn't exactly match the description of the typical rogue," Mike said. "No it doesn't," Natalie said, "I'm not entirely convinced they were attacked by a rogue. This seems too thought out, too calculated. Rogues work almost purely on animal instinct. It really would help if you could remember anything about the attacker." "I really wish I could," I said, "If I remember something I promise I'll tell you immediately." "Do you think this might have something to do with our visitor in the woods?" Derek asked. "Seriously unlikely," Rasp said, "Watcher punishes packs for committing rape, and this isn't the sort of thing he would perpetrate. In the end there's no way of knowing what Watcher really wants." "I'm not sure if it's my place to say this," Derek said, "but couldn't we just go ask him? It's better than just sitting around waiting." It made perfect sense to me, but from the blank looks on people's faces no one had ever tried that approach before. "We can try it, "Natalie said, "any volunteers to go meet the big bad wolf?" "I'll go," I said. "NO," Natalie and Rasp said simultaneously. "Elizabeth it's not that we don't trust that you," Rasp said," You are simply far too new of a wolf to be meeting someone like Watcher. He dampens his presence down most of the time but when he wants to let you know who's really in charge, there isn't an Alpha alive that can stand up to him. In truth, Natalie or I should be the ones to go; just in case we've done something we don't realize to anger him." "Wait a second, "Holly said jumping to her feet, "You're the Alphas of this pack, there is no way we are going to let you offer yourselves up like sacrificial lambs, Mike and I will go." "Holly no, it's obviously not our first choice," Natalie said, "but if we've angered him, it's better that than him going through the entire the pack to get at us. It's happened before." "Ok," I said, "I'm starting to understand why everyone freaked out when he showed up. This guy doesn't make social visits does he?" "No," Rasp said, "Watcher has never just shown up at a pack to say hello. If that's the case then this would be the first time I've ever heard of it happening." "Rasp and I will go out and try to make contact a little later," Natalie said. "It's not up for discussion Holly," Rasp said as Holly started to stand up. Realizing the argument was over before it started; Holly slumped down into her seat. "I don't like it," Holly said pouting. "Regardless if you like it or not," Natalie said, "I still need you to teach Elizabeth how to push, preferably without any drama. Mike, ask Sara to research the gypsy werewolf connection and see if there's anything we are missing. This should be right up her alley." "Yeah," Mike said, "anything to bury her nose in an old book." "Elizabeth, I want you to read this as soon as you can," Rasp said sliding a large book across the table, "It's the history of our pack and a political overview of the North American packs. When you finish that one I have several others for you but I wanted to start on something light. Anyone have anything else before we turn the room back over?" Picking up the book, I was quick to discover that this book deserved to be called a tome. Large, ponderous, and several inches thick I was certain it would take a year to get through it. Gypsy Wolf Ch. 04 "How come I never had to read that?" Mike asked. "Because it's required reading for every Alpha," Natalie said, "and as we find ourselves with more than the usual number, she gets to read it. Don't laugh just yet Angel, you get my copy." Despite the massive book in front of me, I couldn't help but join in the laughter when Mercy let out a squeak. "Yes, I know you're not an Alpha yet," Rasp said, "but the operative word is yet. We want you to be prepared." "Yes, Alpha," Mercy said. With that the gathering seemed to come to a close. Rasp and Natalie quickly stepped out and as I picked up the book, the boys began streaming in getting their game set back up. "Let's go," Holly said heading towards my room. Stepping inside, I dropped the book on the table before having a seat on the couch. "So," Holly said, "any other long lost siblings I need to worry about before we get started?" "None that I'm aware of," I said. "So we're not going to have your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate show up?" she asked with a cheeky smile. "Oh fuck, I certainly hope not," I said trying to contain my laughter. "Ok well," she said, "let's try this again shall we? I've got someone coming to help but as before I'm not going to tell you their name." A few minutes later a slim blonde girl stepped into my room and sat on the couch. "So now what?" I asked. "Try and push your thoughts to her," Holly said, "Something simple like hello or hi is usually best at first." Focusing on the girl in front of me, I tried to picture what Holly was talking about. "Hello," I said pushing my thoughts. "Oh fuck," the girl said flinching severely, "too loud, way too loud." "Fuck I'm sorry," I said. "No that's good actually," Holly said, "It's easier to tone you down that trying to get more power out of you. Probably has something to do with being an Alpha." For the next two hours we worked on my control, finally getting it to where I wasn't blasting the poor girl. I quickly discovered that once I had it down it was pretty simple and Holly had me contact several of the Betas that were around the compound to practice. She even brought in several other people for me to attempt to contact. After Holly left, I was feeling pretty proud of myself and decided to see if Mercy wanted to talk. Holly had mentioned that unless it was an emergency it was considered rude to just blast your thoughts at someone, but I wasn't thinking about that. "Mercy its Elizabeth," I projected, "I was wondering if you wanted to talk." "Elizabeth what," she replied, "Oh fuck right there. Not now. Later, oh god yes later." The wave of lust that smashed onto me stunned me and I instantly stopped projecting. I suddenly understood the reason for not contacting people just because you could. I was like a kid with a new toy and I'd used it wrong my first time out, fucking awesome. Sitting down on the couch, I was desperate for something to take my mind off the image of my little sister having sex. For the first time in forever I was embarrassed. Grabbing the tome off of the table, I started reading for a few minutes before deciding the book was about as exciting as stereo instructions and set I back down. I considered going for a run, but that didn't exactly work out in my favor the last time. I felt a nudge against my leg as Bubbles crawled his way into my lap. I started to gently run my fingers down his back as he partially curled himself up on the couch. Bubbles always seem to know exactly when I needed a distraction and this was one of those times. I could sit and just stroke his scales for hours and shut my brain down. It was my own personal zen time. A sharp knock on the door broke the silence of my room, and after lifting Bubbles off my lap I opened the door to find Holly standing there. "Their getting ready to go," she said. "Fuck, let's go," I said following as she headed towards the front of the house. All of the Betas were assembled downstairs, most of whom I had met but there were a couple I didn't recognize. Following Rasp and Natalie outside we all gathered near the circle. "We should be back tonight," Rasp said, "but until then Mike and Holly are in charge as usual. Don't have too much fun without us." "Rasp," Amber gasped pointing towards the tree line, her eyes wide with shock. Every heard swiveled to follow her finger and stared in stunned silence as a massive white wolf padded its way towards us. As huge as it had seemed before, the closer it got the more impossibly large it got. He wasn't even halfway across the clearing when a wave of raw power washed over us. Without so much as lifting a finger, Watcher had made it clear that there was no way any of us could even hope to stand against him. The power even tasted old, primeval even, if such a thing can have a flavor. Growing ever closer, the power continued to crash into us like waves beating rocks into submission. It was Sara who to cried out, dropping to her knees as the power overwhelmed her. As soon as she dropped, Watcher stopped and after cocking his head to the side, the waves of power receded until it was nothing more than the gentle lapping of a lake shore. It was when he stopped that the oversized fangs he was known for became apparent. They seemed to be at least a foot and a half long, which would have seemed comical had they not been in proportion with his massive frame. We were looking upon an apex predator, if not the apex predator from a time long forgotten. I'm pretty sure a paleontologist would be pissing himself in excitement or fear, probably both. There wasn't a creature alive today that could be a threat to him and he knew it. Walking even closer, I was amazed at how large he really was. Easily the size of a large horse, I was fairly certain he was taller at the shoulder that I was tall and easily weighed several hundred pounds. He approached us without a trace of fear and was soon standing directly in front of the Alphas. He seemed to sniff the air in front of them before letting out a bark that sounded strangely friendly coming from such a massive creature. The sense of relief from the Alphas was palpable as their relief washed over us. Whatever Watcher was here for it wasn't to threaten them or the pack. It started with a twitch. Watcher was still standing before the Alphas when his left ear began to twitch. Slowly turning his attention to where we were all gathered he moved towards us. As he drew closer the crowd spread out, no one wanting to crowd him. This was like having Thor show up and going for a stroll in downtown Oslo. A living legend walked among us, with several reaching out to touch his fur. Sara even fainted at this point from fangirling so completely. Holly and I were standing at the edge of the crowd when he finally made his way to us. I was determined not to freak out when his tongue suddenly snaked out, sorry Bubbles, and licked my neck. It was absolutely the last thing I was expecting and from the gasps from people around me, no one else expected it either. Dropping to his haunches, Watcher began to let out a howl that was unlike anything I had ever imagined. So full of longing and emptiness, the howl spoke of untold ages of loneliness. Images of him alone crossing before great sheets of ice as they scoured the earth clean flashed in my mind. I caught a glimpse of a ruined camp, crushed beneath some great creature and the onset of such impossible pain it dropped me to the ground. Part of me wanted to join in the howl, to acknowledge him, but I knew this was for him alone. I was not alone as hot tears streamed across my face, his pain reaching impossible depths. Many were sobbing openly, men and women alike, so powerful was his loss. I don't remember reaching out. I don't know what drove me to lift my hand from the ground and touch his fur. The rich coat was coarse on top but soft and luxurious underneath and as my fingers ran through his fur the howl slowly died off. I was still on my knees, looking to the ground, my tears flowing freely when I felt him move. Raising my eyes, I found him laying flat on his belly looking at me with the most beautiful silver eyes I had ever seen. They were like the moon reflecting off a clear lake at midnight. Bringing my hand up, I ran my fingers through the fur between his ears and unconsciously scratched his ear. "Hey," I heard myself say. His reaction was not exactly what I expected. Letting out a chuff, he drew himself up onto his feet, and gives a sharp bark before turning and running back into the woods. Dragging myself feet back to my feet, I looked around and realized everyone was staring at me. Meeting Natalie's eyes I said the only thing that came to mind, "What the fuck was that?" I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please feel free to vote and comment. I look forward to hearing from you. Gypsy Wolf Ch. 05 This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. ***** They say that no good deed ever goes unpunished, and so far today was no exception. The uneasy silence that had followed my knock on the cheap aluminum door should have been my first clue. With my old human senses I would have never noticed the subtle scent of gun oil or the faint click of twin hammers. Even still, with the hairs on the back of my neck popping upright, I barely had enough time to move out of the way before the trailer door exploded outward, shredded by the twin rounds of twelve gauge buckshot screaming through the thin aluminum. "Fuck you bitch," the voice of Riley Williams screamed from inside the trailer, "there is no way in hell you are taking me in." "Fucking awesome, thanks Guido," I muttered to myself, the blast from the shotgun ringing in my ears. This wasn't even supposed to be my retrieval, I had been at the compound for nearly three weeks when Guido called and asked me to pick this one up after Frank broke his arm. Don't laugh, but he was taken out by a rogue squirrel while climbing out of his truck. The fact that Frank would be dead had he been standing at that door didn't escape me. "Baby," Riley yelled, "grab the bags. I'm going to make sure this bitch is dead and then we've got to get out of here." "Be careful," a woman's voice said, "something out there doesn't feel right." Awesome, I'd watched the trailer for hours and had never seen any sign of another person. This day just keeps getting better and better and as it was none of this made any sense to me. From the notes in his file, Riley was wanted for skipping on bail for a series of petty theft charges, nothing that deserved to be greeted with a buckshot hello. First degree murder was bit of a jump from petty theft, especially in a small town like this one, there had to be more going on than I was aware of. Crouching with my back against the trailer, I watched as the ruins of the door flew open and crashed against the cheap siding. I half expected him to leap out onto the landing, but instead the twin barrels of his sawed off shotgun slowly appeared first. It was obvious he was smart enough to realize I was still out there somewhere, but he wasn't sure where. Using my speed, I reached out and snatched the barrel of the shogun hoping to pull Riley out onto the landing where I could deal with him more easily. Instead I sent the gun flying through the air to land on the far side of the clearing, as all resistance ceased the instant my hand touched it. I was so surprised by only getting the shotgun that I actually froze for a moment, it was only when I heard scrambling from the interior of the trailer and realized they were trying to escape that I regained my composure. "Riley be careful," the woman's voice yelled, "I think we've got a dog after us." Did she really just call me a dog? Moving into the trailer, I saw Riley and a blonde woman making their way out through the back door. Quickly moving through the jumble of furniture, I had almost reached the opposite door when I found myself falling face down on the floor. Twisting around, I saw that I had managed to get my foot caught in what appeared to be a wooden arm. While it only took me moments to free myself, I would have sworn I could feel the grip around my ankle tighten as I yanked myself free. Scrambling to my feet, I burst out through the back of the trailer only to see Riley and the blonde climbing into an old beat up Chevy pickup. "Fucking stop," I yelled as I ran towards them. "Don't worry Riley," the blonde said stepping out of the truck, "I've got this. The arm should have held her up longer." Raising her empty left hand towards me, I heard her begin to mutter something I couldn't understand. I didn't know what she was doing but I'd read enough science fiction and fantasy novels to know it wasn't good. My sights were settling on the middle of her chest and I was about to put two rounds into her when the faint scent of ozone hit my nose and I felt the hairs on my body stand on end. What I can only describe as a bolt of lightning flashed from her hand and instantly arched towards me. You know how in the movies when the evil wizard throws lightning bolts and the hero somehow manages to dodge out of the way? It's utter bullshit. My mind barely had time to recognize what was happening when the pain began. I'd been hit with a taser in the past and that was a gentle tickle with a feather compared to this. My nervous system was soon overwhelmed by the electricity pouring through it and I found myself shaking and twitching on the ground. I truthfully cannot say how long I laid there in the grass but the sun had made a significant change in position by the time I was able to move. Every last muscle in my body felt as if it had finished an intense workout and the faint smell of burnt hair filled my nose as I painfully dragged myself to my feet. Turning to head back towards my jeep, my foot slammed into a burnt lump that took me a moment to recognize. Looking down at the twisted remains of my favorite gun, I saw that the plastic had melted and the barrel warped. How the rounds in the magazine didn't cook off I don't know, but I wasn't about to complain. Bullets exploding in my hand were one problem I could happily do without. Picking up the remnants of my gun, I attempted to remove the magazine with little success before giving up and carrying it to my jeep. Setting the gun down in the back, I climbed in and began the drive back to town. Since what I suspected was a witch was involved, I was going to have to talk with Rasp and Natalie about this. First however I was going to chew on Guido's ear for almost getting me killed and try and get more information on this witch he had with him. The late summer air was warm and clean and helped me to shake the last the last bit of fuzziness from the shock. Despite having been almost killed twice today, I was in a pretty good mood and just happy to be back to work. The three weeks I had been at the compound had flown by as Natalie had managed to keep me busy the entire time. Practicing how to use the pack bond, learning how wolves fight and teaching them a thing or two in the process, and learning the basics of pack leadership. Both Rasp and Natalie seemed utterly convinced I would have a pack of my own someday, but I found the entire idea laughable. The only reason I was a wolf was because I was too damm cheap to buy a treadmill, I had no business learning how to lead a pack. No one had seen Watcher since we watched him walk off into the woods, but I had a sneaking suspicion he was still around and just choosing not to be found. As part of my training Sara had been giving me lessons on werewolf history but she always seemed to find her way back to Watcher. Between the known facts and rumors I swear the guy is like a werewolf Forrest Gump, somehow managing to be present for major historical events throughout history. He is known to not only have been present for both the founding and the fall of Rome, but it's even rumored that he spent time helping raise Romulus and Remus. Pulling into my spot in front of K & K, I quickly ran my fingers through my hair before climbing out of the jeep and heading inside. I made sure to grab the remnants of my pistol as it would make an awesome paperweight now. Laura's mouth gaped open as I walked in and headed straight for Guido's office. Pushing the door open, I walked into his office and plopped down in the chair in front of his desk. I happened to catch him with a mouthful of shrimp alfredo and watched as he slowly swallowed his food. "Beth," he said wiping his mouth with his napkin, "what in the hell happened to you?" "That depends on which thing you're talking about?" I said examining my clothes for the first time and seeing they appeared to be singed, "Are we discussing the double barreled shotgun blast I was barely able to avoid or the electric shock treatment I received?" "What?" I heard from both Guido and Laura. I wasn't in the least surprised that Laura had followed me and was standing in the doorway. "Shotgun blast? Electric shock treatment?" Guido said, "What in the hell are you talking about? Riley's not wanted for anything above burglary. There's no record of him doing anything violent." "Well it's time to update the records," I said, "because ten seconds after I knocked, the door all but exploded in my face with two buckshot rounds coming through it. Luckily it was quiet enough that I heard the hammers being pulled back and got out of the way." "So how did your clothes get all burnt?" Laura asked. Of course her priority would be my clothes. Setting the pistol on his desk, I watched as their eyes locked on it for a moment then flicked back to me. "He had some kind of trap set up out back," I said, "I was chasing after them and I must have triggered something because the next thing I remember was a hell of a lot of pain and then waking up hours later. Oh and I don't remember there being anything in the file about a girlfriend, but he had some blonde woman with him." "Jesus Beth," Guido said his eyes focused on the lump sitting on his desk, "You need to go get checked out at the hospital." "I will later," I said, "I need to get my gun replaced first." "No sweetie," Laura said, "The first thing you need to do is change clothes. You can't go anywhere looking like you stuck your finger in a light socket." "It's not that bad," I said tugging at my shirt which started coming apart in my hand, "Ok maybe it is." "I'll get you one of our t-shirts," Laura said ducking out into the main office. "Oh fuck me," I said. Not only was the shirt disintegrating in my hands but the plastic clips on my bra appeared to have given up the ghost as well. "Here you go," Laura said handing me a shirt. Opening it up, I discovered that she had actually handed me a tank top. Covering myself with my arm, I stood up and turned around, letting the remains of my shirt fall to the ground. Unhooking my bra turned out to be impossible as the metal hooks had fused together. "Laura," I said in frustration as I prayed my jeans held up better than my shirt, "can you cut this thing off of me? The hooks won't unsnap." "Sure thing," she said grabbing the scissors off of Guido's desk. The metal was cool against my skin as she slid the blade under the bra. It took her a moment to cut through the cloth, but I soon felt the bra give way and I let it drop to the floor. "Damm Laura," I said pulling the tank top on, "was this the only size we had?" The cloth was sticking to me like a second skin, my nipples showing clearly through the thin white material. "Sorry but the only other size we had was men's extra large, and while I'm sure it would be popular with the boys," she said, "I figured you wanted a little more coverage." "You're right," I said, "the front on one of those would reach to my knees." "Maybe if someone would let me order some new ones it wouldn't be an issue," she said glaring at Guido. "Alright, alright," Guido said his hands held up in surrender, "go ahead and order them." "Thank you," Laura said, "and you honey need to get checked out." "In this top that's pretty much unavoidable," I said picking up my lump of a gun, "I'm just hoping my jeans hold together better than my shirt did." "Let's hope so," Guido said, "I'm just glad you're ok, but if you don't mind my lunch is growing cold." Ahh Guido, never one to let tragedy get in the way of a good meal. Shaking my head, I walked out of his office, pulling the door shut behind me. "You know how he is when he's eating," Laura said sitting behind her desk. "Yeah," I said, "the building could be on fire and he'd want to finish dinner first. So do we have any other cases I need to know about?" "Unfortunately no," she said shaking her head, "It's been pretty quiet lately. That's why we called you as soon as Frank got hurt." "Well fuck," I said, "I suppose I could take a look at some of the older files. I'll take some home and take a look." "Might as well," Laura said pulling a stack of files from her desk. These were the cases from people who hadn't been seen in at least a year and had been basically written off for now. "I'll let you know if I find anything out," I said picking up the stack. Carrying the files out to the jeep, I stuck them into the storage box I kept in the back. The drive over to the gun store was only a couple of minutes, but as soon as I walked in I could feel the eyes of every guy in the place on me. I had been in here literally hundreds of times, but never dressed quite like I was now. Walking up the aisle towards the counter I heard a very faint tearing sound, faint even to my ears, as the fabric of my jeans started to rip. Thankfully it wasn't falling apart like my t-shirt had, but I could feel the air where it had torn below my back pockets and along the back of my thighs. By the time I reached the counter I was fairly certain my ass was hanging out my jeans. Today just keeps getting better and better. "Elizabeth, what brings you in today?" Neil said. Neil was the third generation of his family to run this store and both his son and granddaughter worked here. "I need to get a replacement," I said setting the lump of a gun on the counter. "Holy crap," Neil said his eyes wide, "What the hell happened to it?" "Would you believe high voltage electric shock?" I said, "Be careful, the rounds didn't cook off." Picking up the gun, Neil carried it over to the clearing barrel and placed it inside. "I'll get Tim to look at it later," he said Tim being the stores armorer, "So do you want the same thing or maybe something newer?" "Let's just go with the same model," I said, "and have Tom do the same modifications as well." I would have liked to have looked around the store, but I was trying to avoid moving so the jeans wouldn't give out all together. "Call me when you have the price figured out and I'll fill out the paperwork," I said. "Sounds good," he said, "Should just be later on this afternoon if all of your information is the same." "Oh hell," I said, "I moved about a month ago. Still need to get the license updated." "Ok," Neil said, "Give me the address and I'll at least get the paperwork started." I rattled off the address for the compound which earned me a set of raised eyebrows. "Something wrong?" I asked. "Nope," he said, "Nothing wrong. I just never figured you for one of those commune types." I couldn't help but laugh at how far from a commune the pack really was. "Trust me," I said, "It's not what you think it is." "If you say so," he said, "You've always had a level head on your shoulders so I'll take your word for it." "Thanks Neil," I said, "I'll see you later." Turning slowly, I made my way towards the door only to run into Amber, Neil's granddaughter. "Oh sorry," she said, "Elizabeth? Wow that's a different look for you. Are you going to the heavy metal fest over in Shelbyville tonight?" Glancing down at the shredded jeans and tight tank top I could see where she would get the idea. "No," I said crossing my fingers for my jeans survive a few more minutes, "just trying out something new." "I'll say," she said, "Well you definitely have the body to pull it off so why not. I'll see you around." "Later then," I said before heading out to the jeep. Despite walking carefully, as I climbed into the jeep I could feel the cool air on my skin as more and more of the fabric disintegrated. I've always intended to keep an extra set of clothes in the jeep but I somehow never seemed to get around to it. Pointing the jeep towards the compound, I began the drive home. As the miles sped by I found myself regretting my usual habit of driving the jeep with the doors and the top off during the summer. The warm summer air on my legs continued to grow until I could feel it all up along my legs. It felt like it did when I would occasionally drive to the lake in my bikini, but I'm not sure if I had even that much coverage at the moment. Pulling into the road for the compound, the gate was opened so I didn't stop until the jeep was in its parking spot. Climbing out of the jeep, I looked down and sure enough both my jeans and my underwear had completely disinterested. A few particles of cloth remained on the seat where I had been sitting on them. I really needed to talk with Rasp and Natalie about this whole witch situation, but first I needed to grab some clothes. Being naked in my apartment was one thing, but I still wasn't completely comfortable with casual nudity in front of everyone. Grabbing the files out of the box, I headed into the pack house. "Elizabeth, how did it go?" Sara said as I entered the house. I didn't respond with anything more than a look, which probably came off meaner than I intended. "That good huh?" she said taking a long look at my state of undress, "You forgot about the stashes again didn't you?" "Oh dammit, yeah sorry," I said heading up the stairs, "Days when I'm almost killed twice before lunch are never really highlights for me. Let me ask you something. How much do you know about witches?" The pack kept bundles of sweat pants and t-shirts in various key locations and they always seemed to slip my mind until someone reminded me. "Witches?" she said, "Not as much as I probably should, but I tend to focus on our history. Why do you ask?" "Because unless there is some other group out there that can throw lightning," I said, "I had a run in with a witch this morning." Dropping the files onto my table, I pulled out a pair of yoga shorts and slipped them on. I spent a moment blinking at my bare feet as I couldn't remember my shoes falling apart. "Something wrong?" Sara asked. "I just didn't remember my shoes coming apart," I said wiggling my toes, "That bitch must have hit me harder than I thought." "Where were you when this happened?" she asked. "About ten miles north of town," I said, "Not that far from Miller's Crossing." I wasn't planning on leaving the compound today so I decided to forgo shoes. "Fuck," she said which really surprised me as I hadn't heard her swear before, "we need to go see Natalie right now. That witch is on pack lands uninvited." Turning to leave Sara took about three steps before coming to a stop. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I just remembered Natalie and Rasp are having one of their playful weekends," she said, "and she's entertaining at the moment." When my only response was a raised eyebrow, Sara felt the need to expand on her explanation. "Every so often they separate for a couple of days to play," she said, "I've seen other couples do it as well, just not as frequently as our Alphas." "Really? So if Natalie is here," I said, "then where is Rasp? I can't imagine the two of them both being here at the compound." I knew unmated wolves were not shy when it came to different partners, but this was the first I'd heard of mated couples doing the same. I'd been approached a few times in the last couple of weeks, but I really hadn't been interested and yet the thought of Rasp and Natalie as potential partners started my juices flowing. "There is a cabin that gets used by newly mated couples," she said, "and he'll go out there until the weekend is over. It's fully stocked with food and supplies at all time as you never know when a pair will discover they're mates." "Well one of them needs to be told," I said, "and since Natalie's here she's the one who gets to be disturbed." Gypsy Wolf Ch. 05 "Probably the better choice," she said, "I went out to the cabin once without thinking about it and by the time he was done I was so thoroughly fucked I forgot why I went out there." "I'll have to remember that," I said. Heading down the hallway towards their room, I could hear the faint moans coming out from behind the door. "Coming in?" I asked. "As fun as that sounds," she said, "I've got some more research I need to get done." "I'm going to find you later and we're going to work out some of your stress," I said opening the door and stepping inside. I hadn't blatantly flirted with anyone so far, but seeing Sara's jaw drop slightly as I stepped into the room was totally worth it though. Closing the door once I was inside, my eyes instantly adjusted to the drastically reduced light and I focused in on the two figures on the bed. Natalie was lying on the bed; her blonde hair spread out with her legs pulled back almost impossibly far as her back arched up towards Max. Max with his long dark hair and smoldering brown eyes seemed to be a bit of a legend around the pack so I wasn't surprised to find him here. "I hope you're here to join us," Natalie said through the bond, "because unless we're under attack it's going to wait." The two of them made quite a sight with Max's olive skin an extreme contrast to Natalie's pale tight body. "I'll take that as an invitation" I said aloud crossing the room towards the bed. Max never missed a beat as he continued to drive into Natalie, drawing gasps and moans from her. Slipping out of my clothes, I climbed up onto the large bed and moved behind Max, running my fingers along the smooth muscles of his back. Dragging my nails down his back, Max growled as I cupped his ass, enjoying the feel of the hard muscles moving under the skin. Moving around him, I laid down next to Natalie and began to run my hands lightly across her pert breasts. The light sheen of perspiration that covered them both made her glisten in what little light there was. "Rasp is going to be so jealous," Natalie said pulling my mouth to hers. There was no gentle introduction to this kiss; it was pure animal lust from the beginning as her tongue slammed through my lips. With Natalie's hands balled up into fists holding my hair, even had I wanted to, I wasn't going anywhere. With Natalie in full control of my head, I slid my hand down the front of her body. Slipping past her breasts, I could feel her rock solid abs despite the smooth appearance of her stomach. Finally pushing through the sparse tuft of blonde hair between her legs, I slide my fingers along her smooth lips as Max's thick cock stretched them apart. The feel of her lips moving as he slowly fucked her was incredibly erotic. Bringing my fingers around, I began to slowly circle Natalie's clit just as Max shifted on the bed and sat back on his knees. I wasn't sure what he was up to until I felt his hand move up my leg. Shifting slightly, I opened my thighs to allow him better access. He didn't disappoint when I felt his fingers begin to gently probe along my slit before sinking deep into me. Moaning into Natalie's mouth, I began to rub fast tight circles around her clit as Max continued his slow thrusting. Finally she released my hair only to grab at the sheets as she threw her head back, screaming in pleasure. Pulling his fingers from my pussy, Max pulled Natalie tight against him as he picked up his pace and started slamming into her. With her moans filling the room, I decided to see if I could make them even louder. Starting at her neck, I began to nibble and bite my way down her body. Her pink nipples seemed to harden even more as my tongue flicked at them before closing my teeth down on them and tugging. I knew her body was going through a myriad of sensations as I kissed my way down her stomach, feeling it flutter under my tongue. Reaching the small tuft of blonde hair I swirled my tongue through it as I watched Max's cock, glistening with her juices, slide in and out of her. With Max leaning back to make room, I was able to run my tongue across her clit and down to where her and Max were joined. Flicking my tongue across the top of his shaft and her stretched lips, I was able to draw a moan from both of them as I savored their joined flavor. After a few strokes like this I wasn't at all surprised when he pulled free of Natalie and slid his cock into my waiting mouth. Putting his hand behind my head, Max pushed his cock in until it bumped against the back of my throat as I kept my lips tight around his shaft. Using my tongue, I cleaned his cock of Natalie's juices to sample his natural animal flavor. Fucking my mouth like that for a few strokes, he pushed back into Natalie coating his cock with her juice before returning to my mouth. Back and forth from her pussy to my mouth Max kept this up for several minutes before pulling away. I wasn't sure what he was up to until I felt Natalie lifting my lower body and resting it atop of hers. With my legs now straddling her head, Natalie began to flick her tongue between my lips, tasting the moisture that had been accumulating. Not wanting to be left out, I quickly moved to push my tongue into her. Moving my arms, I pushed Natalie's legs back with my elbows, opening her wide. Her wet pink lips were delectable and I found I could not get enough of her wonderful flavor. Probing as deeply as I could, her tight hole gripped at my tongue as I began to fuck her with it. Natalie was anything but a passive partner as her tongue and fingers explored any opening they could find, sliding deeply into my pussy and ass. Using my own fingers to return the favor, it quickly became a competition to see who would get the other off first, Natalie of course cheated. I had become so focused on trying to get her off that I had somehow forgotten about Max until I felt his hands settling on my hips. With Natalie assaulting my clit with her tongue, her hands were free to guide Max's cock right to my opening. The feeling of being split apart by his bulbous head pushing into me was more than enough to have me screaming as my first orgasm rushed through me. I was so wet already that it only took him a couple of strokes before he was completely inside me. I'm fairly certain, but I don't believe that I'd ever been so stuffed full of cock before in my life. Max's thick cock was like being fucked by an iron bar straight out of the forge that was attached to a jackhammer. The sudden assault on my pussy as Max set an almost punishing rhythm had me completely forgetting about Natalie lying under me. Gripping the bed, I found it to be a challenge to just stay on all fours, Max seemed determined to drive my face into the bed. I almost found it funny that my wolf, which had been quiet for weeks now, chose this moment to show up. Padding out from the deepest recesses of my mind, she sat on her haunches and tilted her head as if she was trying to figure out what was going on. "He's trying to dominate you," she said, "He's a fool if he thinks he's strong enough for you." I hadn't really thought about it, but my wolf was right. Digging my fingers into the bed, I began to push back against Max, fucking him as much as he was fucking me. The sounds of our bodies crashing into each echoed through the room as much as our screams and moans. Looking back at Max, I saw a look of supreme concentration on his face as Natalie, who had crawled out from under me, was massaging his balls as he fucked me. Max's pace had settled a bit when he realized that he couldn't dominate me, so deciding I wanted to change things up a bit, I moved forward as he pulled back and quickly flipped onto my back. Wasting no time, Max grabbed my legs and pulled me tight against him as his cock slid back into me. The feeling of pleasure as his cock filled me again was intensified by the sight of Natalie's pussy lowering down over my face. Grasping her hips, I pulled Natalie's pussy down to my mouth and attacked it like a wolf after a steak. This time it was Natalie who was soon crying out as my tongue danced from her clit to her ass. Leaning forward to steady herself, Natalie inadvertently put her clit directly over my mouth which I instantly took into my mouth. Sucking as hard as I could, I was able to hear Natalie's muffled screams as her thighs clamped together around my head and her body shook. My own orgasm was mere moments later as Max had begun to rub my clit as he fucked me. Writhing on his cock, my body shook and quivered as he continued to fuck me. Grabbing my ankles, he brought my legs together in front of him which made his cock feel even bigger inside me as my body squeezed him. Climbing off of my face as her orgasm settled, Natalie lay down on her back beside me and we instantly turned to kiss. Feeling her suck at my tongue, I reached between her legs and began to rub gently as Max released my legs. Feeling him pull out of me, we broke the kiss and looked down just in time to see Max stroking his cock as his cum sprayed out. The hot sticky fluid landed on my breasts and neck, but as he continued stroking his cock both Natalie and I were soon covered in cum. It seemed to take forever before he finally squeezed out the last drops. Running my finger through the pool of cum on Natalie's stomach, I scooped some up and sucked it into my mouth. The flavor was decidedly stronger than any human I'd ever tasted but it certainly wasn't unpleasant. Rolling over, I began to lick and suck the cum from Natalie's skin, working my way up from her belly to her breasts. Wrapping my tongue around her nipples, I spent long minutes sucking and biting on the bright pink buds. When Natalie finally cried out and her back arched up off the bed, I slid my arms under her shoulders and pulled her down to me. Capturing her mouth with mine, I pressed her into the bed as her arms and legs wrapped around me. I smiled through the kiss as she groaned when I started grinding my pubic bone against her clit. Rolling my hips against her, I broke the kiss and pushed my upper body up with my arms. With her hands clutching my ass and pulling me tight against her, I rocked my hips back and forth. All I was missing was a cock and I would have been fucking her. I could tell that Natalie was starting to get close again so I dipped my head down to capture her nipple in my mouth. Sucking and biting hard on the little nub was more than enough to push her over the edge. Hearing her cry my name as her fingers ran through my hair brought a level of satisfaction to both me and my wolf. Gripping my hair, Natalie brought my head up and pulled my mouth to hers. Unlike the previous kiss, her lips were soft and tender as her tongue swirled with mine. Intertwined as tightly as two lovers could be, we spent what seemed like hours just gently kissing and exploring each other's bodies. There was no sense of urgency as we both enjoyed small enjoyable orgasms from just the pleasure of touching each other. Sated and just enjoying the glow of being, we eventually untangled from each other and lay back with only our fingers remaining laced together. "You can consider that invitation permanent," Natalie said. "I'll be sure to remember that," I said. "So what was it that brought you in here?" she said, "I know you haven't taken anyone to bed since you've been here and Max is going to be rubbing it in the face of all the guys you turned down." "I ran into a witch on pack lands this morning," I said looking around, "I was attempting to do a retrieval this morning and this blonde bitch shot lightning at me." I hadn't even realized Max had left the room already. "You're not joking are you?" she said popping up onto her elbows. "I wish I was," I said, "It knocked me out for several hours and managed to disintegrate my favorite jeans." "They probably left you there because they thought you were dead," she said, "If you had been anything other than an Alpha it would have killed you." "Yeah, that or the shotgun blast to the chest I almost took," I said. "Well you've had a busy day it seems," she said climbing out of the bed, "I need to make some calls to try and find out about this witch of yours. Besides blonde bitch do you have a better description?" "Not really," I said picking up my clothes and slipping into them, "She could tell I was a wolf without even seeing me and the guy she was with, the one I was trying to retrieve, reacted like it was an everyday occurrence." "Well that narrows it down some," she said, "but still leaves a lot of unanswered questions. I'm going to send a couple of trackers out and see if they can pick up a scent. If this witch thinks she can be here uninvited she is sadly mistaken. Being on our lands without permission means that any wolf can kill her on the spot with no repercussion." We both got dressed and just before opening the door Natalie pulled me into another deep kiss. Wrapped up in each other's arms, hands roaming freely, we came close to starting up again when she pulled away from me. "Oh yes," she said her breath deep and fast, "Rasp is going to be jealous as fuck that I got you first. I have to make some calls about this witch and if you don't go, we won't be getting out of bed for a couple of days." "If you insist," I said opening the door, "I'll be in my room if you need me. I brought back a bunch of files that I'm going to go through." "I'll let you know if I find anything out," she said as she headed towards her office, "but it's going to take a few hours before we hear something from the trackers." I headed towards my room as she went into her office and I could hear her on the phone even before I made it to my door. Having a seat on my couch, I laid the files out in front of me and started going through them. This was always the part of the business that I hated. Digging through the files, trying to catch that nugget of information that would help you locate the person you were trying to find. The problem with some of these files was that they were almost older than I was. People who had skipped out years ago, but if we could find them it would be worth it not only to the company bank account, but to our reputation as well. I had only gotten through maybe half a dozen files when there was suddenly an incessant pounding on my door. I was about half way to the door when Holly suddenly burst in. "We've got visitors," she said, "You need to get changed and get down stairs as soon as possible." "Who is it?" I asked heading into the bedroom. "His name's Logan," she said, "He's the Alpha for the Iron Mountain pack and a real piece of work. It sounds like he brought most of his leadership with him, so they might be here to talk or declare war. Natalie has already contacted Rasp and he's on his way here now." The Iron Mountain pack was named after the peak that dominated the far eastern portion of the state and while we did share a small border with them, I was confused about what they were doing here as they were known to be extremely reclusive. Quickly stripping out of my shorts and tank top, I pulled on jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I went to grab my hiking boots before remembering they had been turned to ash this morning. Instead I pulled on my black cowboy boots and headed outside. Opening the door and stepping through, the tension in the courtyard couldn't have been more palpable. Seven identical black SUVs were parked across the main entrance way to the compound and there were enough guys in suits and sunglasses that you would think the president was here. A quick look was enough to tell me they weren't armed, but there was no question as to if they were dangerous or not. Even my wolf worked up, she was pacing around as if getting ready for a fight. Standing in the center of the courtyard looking down at Natalie, he had to look down as he was almost a foot taller than she was, was Logan. Based on the description I'd gotten from Natalie when she was teaching me about the nearby packs, it couldn't have been anyone else. He was several inches over six feet tall and was built like a football player; I'd never seen anyone with shoulders that wide. His black hair was pulled back and done in a single braid that reached to his waist. "Where is she?" he snarled at Natalie. Arrogance radiated from him like heat off a blacktop road in summer. "Where is who?" Natalie asked not backing down an inch despite his size advantage, "Who are you looking for that would cause you to break our agreed protocol? I'm well within my rights to consider this an attack and slaughter every one of you." Every beta in the pack was in the courtyard and more than one looked as if they were ready to shift any second. "You could but you won't. Anyways, I've heard your pack is hiding a new alpha bitch," he said, "and my pack is in need since my mate died." Logan's eyes were flicking back and forth relentlessly as he scanned the assembled crowd. From what Sara had told me, Logan had lost three mates in the last fifty years, the most recent ten years ago and each and from a rogue that was never found. "Heard from whom?" Natalie asked her tone hard and angry. "From who isn't important," Logan said. Scanning the suits, I noticed one blonde hair guy in the back who seemed to be paying more attention to the crowd than the rest and when his eyes fell upon me a small smile came to his face. Immediately after spotting me he walked up to Logan and whispered something into his ear. I asked over the bond. 'That's Xavier,' she said, 'Logan's second in command. Why?" 'He spotted me,' I said. 'Fuck,' she said. The entirety of our conversation took scant seconds, but it was long enough for Logan's eyes to fall on me and a chill of dread to fall over me. "You," he said pointing towards me and crooking his finger, "come here." A feeling that I hadn't had since the day I lost Mercy fell over me like a wet blanket; fear, anger and hate all bundled into one. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward and crossed the courtyard, coming to a stop next to Natalie. "I said come here," Logan growled at me. "I don't think so," I said crossing my arms in front of me, "I think I'm about as close to you as I'm comfortable with." "You dare to defy me?" Logan yelled as his eyes grew wild. I could see the unease in his betas growing as their Alpha lived up to his unstable reputation. "Defy you?" I said, "I'm defying you?" "Yes," he said, "you're defying your Alpha and mate. Now come here and take your proper place." Sending a quick message to Natalie, I stuck a smile on my face and slowly crossed the no man's land that had developed between the two groups. I could see Logan's face light up in what could only be called evil glee as I approached. Looking past Logan, I saw one of the suits open the door of an SUV; as if there was really anyway I was going to be going with them. Finally within arm's reach, Logan moved to put his hand on my shoulder. I knew I would only get one chance at this as he didn't view me as a threat just yet. I could tell from his careless arrogance he was making the same mistake that large men worldwide make. He was underestimating me just because of my smaller size. In a move I'd practiced countless times, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and twisted my body to step into him. Using his own off balance weight and his arm as a fulcrum, I lifted him up off the ground and rotated his body over my hip. He at least had the decency not to scream as some guys are want to do, but the grunt as his large body collided with the ground was unavoidable. Keeping my grip on his wrist, I twisted his arm to the point of dislocation as my boot took its place on his throat. "You're not my Alpha and I sure as fuck will never be your mate," I said pressing my boot into his larynx. I could see the hate in his eyes as he looked up at me and I wasn't sure but there was something vaguely familiar about those eyes. He attempted to move, but I had the leverage on him to stop him in his tracks. Glancing around I saw the shocked looks on the faces of his betas, only Xavier seemed to find anything amusing about it. Gypsy Wolf Ch. 05 "And here I thought I needed to hurry back," Rasp said as he ran into the courtyard. Wearing only a pair of sweat pants cut off at the knee, he walked over to where I still had Logan on the ground. "Elizabeth is going to let you go now," Rasp said kneeling down in front of Logan, "and the only thing you're going to do is get into your vehicles and get the hell out of my territory. If you do anything else, I will contact every pack that shares a border with you and wipe your pack from the face of the earth." "Elizabeth," Rasp said, "I want you to go ahead and let him go and stand over by Natalie." Slowly lifting my foot off of his throat, I waited until I'd set it on the ground before releasing his wrist. Backing away from Logan, I kept my eyes on him as he picked himself up off the ground and headed towards the SUVs. Glancing back at me before climbing into a vehicle, you could taste the hate coming from him. Once the vehicle door was closed, my eyes moved to Xavier who was the only one who seemed amused by the whole situation. Giving me a small wave before climbing into the back of his vehicle, I had to fight the urge to wave back. We all stayed in the courtyard as they maneuvered their vehicles and turned around. I had to laugh at Logan's ever impressive ego as his vehicle has a large ace of spades dominating the back window. Standing in silence, the pack waited until the last vehicle disappeared down the road before breaking up and returning to whatever they were doing before the interruption. It was several minutes before Rasp turned around and looked at us. "They've cleared the gate," he said a wry smile coming to his face, "and as for the two of you interrupting my weekend." Walking towards us, Rasp wrapped his arms around and flung us up onto his shoulders before taking off at a run, carrying us towards the pack house. ***** I hope you enjoyed the chapter and please feel free to vote and comment. I appreciate and read every comment submitted.