Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2013 20:07:22 -0400 (EDT)
From: strike1463@aol.com
Subject: Bark at the Moon - Taker of the Passion

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Chapter 1 - The awakening

I saw only darkness.  I was alone; weightless, as if floating on a cloud.
In the distance I heard a familiar chanting; one lone voice soft, slowly
growing louder; coming closer; fading again, softer, gone.  Straining my
eyes in the dark, I still saw nothing.

Then a touch; so very soft and warm to my face; holding my head.  Breath
hot on my skin, lips to mine.  My hands touching; bare back, strong and
muscled.  Long silky hair; gliding through my fingers.  A voice, in my
mind, spoke quiet words to me.

"Fear not, my powerful wolf.  It is only I, Little Wolf."  These words were
a comfort to me as I relaxed in his arms.

"Where am I, what is the place?"  My voice gentle, quiet, but scared.

"You are with me in the land of my people; you are with me, safe."  He
pulled me closer to him, his body warm with life.

"I don't understand," I mumbled.  "I remember pushing Scott and getting
thrown back.  Pain, burned hands.  Then Breccan carrying me away, crying."
I tried to pull from him, the darkness now frightening me.

"Hush my wolf, my Abbadon.  All is well.  Your body remains with him."
Little Wolf touched my eyes with his hand and I now saw below me, my body
in Brec's arms.  Near on the floor lay Jamie, confident in his thoughts of
my safety.  I could also see Dalton, much as Brec, stone like, lying near
his master.  Nothing did I sense from either.

"Show me Scott," my voice demanded.  "Show him too me now."  Little Wolf
took his hand from my eyes:

"This I cannot do, but know in your heart all is as it needs to be."  He
took my arm and we floated down, into the dim light.  Taking my hand he
laid it on Brec's stone like flesh, the cold of which shocked me.  I pulled
back and looked to my hands, which were healed.

"My hands?  They're not burnt."  My eyes scanning for the charred flesh
that had been my paws, now healed.

"No, you have healed yourself, with the magic of the mages and his love.
He cared for you as you slept like no other.  Always having to be forced to
go, and never leaving you longer than he needed to feed."

"Do they dream?  I asked, a smile coming over Little Wolf's face, as he
nodded.

 "Ask him to show you his dreams, he will.  Now I must show you what I have
come too."  He turned us so we faced each other, his hands again to my
face.  "Much doubt have you had as of late.  Much worry you have of this
war.  I will show you of the end, a time far beyond this time, this war.
Look with your mind and see what I come to show you my wolf."  I felt light
headed, floating again.  Little Wolf's hands slipping from my face, my
sight blurred to darkness again.  My body was changing, becoming harder
more stiff.

 "Allow yourself this vision, my wolf, my Abbadon."  Little Wolf's voice
fading to nothingness.  I allowed this vision to overtake me.  New thoughts
replaced my own, my thinking that of someone else.  I heard a voice,
familiar to me, filling my mind, speaking to me, through me.

 I awaken from my slumber that, as always, is wracked with horrible
nightmares.  I open my eyes to the darkness, seeing nothing yet seeing all.
Taking a breath I smell the plush velvet that has surrounded me since the
beginning.  Extending an arm I throw back that, which had covered and
protected me as I slept.  The warm glow from the candelabra across the
room, bathes me in its golden hues.

 I rise.  Here I am surrounded by many masterpieces; paintings, statues and
books; most given to me by the masters themselves.  I go to the window and
draw back the shade to allow the silvery light of the moon to wash over me.
Ah the moon.  A great chunk of rock; a reflector of the only thing I fear.
Below me on the street I see people moving about.  Even from way up here I
can sense them.  I know which of them wants to live and those who have a
fantasy of death.  It is these that shall in time become my prey.  I must
go to them; the hunger, it burns within me.  The time has come for me to
again walk among them.

 A remarkable feat, you see; for if you were to encounter me as I stand
here now you would see me as unlike yourself.  Dark amber eyes, pale skin,
fingernails with the look and texture of diamonds.  You might turn and run
and that is good.  Yet my eyes might draw you closer, make you question me:

 "Hello," you'd say, "I seem to know you, but I just can't place your face.
What is your name?  How do I know you?"

 "My name is Breccan," I would tell you.  "This is what I have been called
since the day I was born, one hundred and twenty seven years ago."  The
charming effects of my voice now have you swooning to me.  You now see me
as an old friend, perhaps an old love.  You long to embrace me.  Yet this
is not to be.  This is not our time.

 I am met at the door to my building by Miguel the doorman.  He opens the
door and allows me to pass, whispering: "The world is just a lamb, and you
Sir are the wolf."

'Wolf?'  I am not a wolf.  The wolf is my love, he who I have known for so
long.  By whose actions allowed me to become who I am this night.  Whose
arms shall soon hold me yet again.  I continue past him swiftly, paying him
no heed.  When I return I shall deal with him.  I cannot let my secret be
split to the world by a simple doorman.

 People rush past me on the street, hurrying here and there.  Their
emotions flood my mind with minutia.  They are trying to fight off the fear
the night brings to them.  They feel that by letting their hair down and
blocking out the world they are safe, perhaps, but not from me.  I move
quickly past them, trying to block out all but the one thing I seek.  Then,
suddenly I find HIM!  He is remarkable; a perfect partner for my embrace.

 He senses me and turns to see me approaching him.  Quickly he darts down
an ally in an attempt to escape, but I am too quick, grabbing him from
behind, pulling him to me.  My vice tight grip around his waist, squeezing,
he faints.  I am in awe of him.  His body is well cared for.  His dark
golden hair, his fine features; yet deeper still; lays his pain, his dream
of death.

 Coming to my senses, I think how it must look to the average passerby to
see me holding him as I am.  My breath is ragged, the hunger gnawing in me
for him.  I want him now, but wait, I want him awake.  I want him to see it
is I who brings his dream to life.  I strike him sharply, only once, across
the face; the force of my blow, strong; nearly tearing his head off.  His
eyes flutter open, and he begins to struggle against me.

 "Relax my darling, relax.  Let yourself feel the passion I bring to you.
It is useless to fight, for this will only anger me and then I shall have
to kill you."  The charming effects of my voice soon have him relaxed and
he begins to press his hardness against me.  His arms embrace me as he has
embraced no other and he tips his head, exposing his tender flesh.  With
one swift action I strike.  His skin tares and his passion begins to flow.
I revel in the thoughts my victim shares with me as he, dying, realizes I
am his ultimate demise.

All too soon it ends.  His passion, although still flowing, has become cold
signaling to me death is about to occur.  I drop the now limp body of this
man as I clean the few stray drops of his passion that fell onto my fine
clothing.  I brush my hand lightly over his face saying; "Pleasant dreams
my darling."  I quickly make the wounds I inflected on him look like gashes
or claw marks; depositing his body in such a way that someday it will be
found.  Of this I am sure.  The first kill is always the most arduous, but
always heavenly sensual.  It is then back out to the street to once again
walk among the living; that I now resemble once more.

You may have some idea as to who, or what, I am.  I and the others like me,
yes there are more of my kind out there, we are everywhere; from large
metropolises and small cities, to farms and rural communities.  So the next
time you feel the stare of someone and turn to see no one; beware!  That
time you are alone, late at night, your light keeping the darkness at bay.
You look to see a shadowy figure advancing towards you; relax, for it is
only me.  I have come to embrace you.  The time has come for me to relive
you of your passion that becomes my life.

"Pleasant dreams, my darling."



These last words not in my head, but spoken to me, as a warm hand stroked
down over my face.  I was awake, and with Brec.  He lay by my side, his
hand now resting on my naked chest.  My mind confused at this vision of the
future.  Was this to say Breccan survived?  What of me and those I loved?
A slight anger now came over me, why was I shown this?  I knew of Brec's
compassion, I have seen it many times.  Was that it?  Was this the message
I was too take?  Compassion?  I looked to his amber eyes as they flashed
with excitement at my being awake.

"Gryf," he nearly shouted, "you're awake!"  He crushed me in his arms,
hugging me tight.  "Fuck dude, I never thought you were going to come out
of it."  He pressed his lips to mine, the taste of blood fresh on his
tongue as his emotions took over his kiss.  A second pair of hands
hesitantly touched my back and I pulled from him to see Jamie, tears
streaming down his face, coming closer to see if I really was alive.  I
stroked his head as he slowly morphed in to his hybrid self.  Pride
swelling in me as I watched this change happen without force.

"And you should see the wolf this stud turns into," Breccan whispered, his
hand mussing Jamie's hair.  I quickly looked to Brec and then back at
Jamie.

"Oh yeah?"

"Big, strong, muscles bulging, big schlong; oh yeah his is your beta,
that's for damn sure, woof!"  Brec joked, giving Jamie a playful shove.

"You must be hungry master," Jamie's voice full of concern.  "Let me fetch
you something to eat," and he leapt from my side and ran for the door.

"Yeah go fetch Fido, atta boy, good doggie," Brec laughed.  Jamie paused at
the door, now in full wolf form and snapped his jaws at Breccan before
running out, the door slamming shut behind him.

I could hear him announcing to any and all who would listen that his master
had woken up and was hungry, his voice that of a young boy, filled with
pride and happiness.  His Alpha was back with him, no longer was he alone.
I turned back to Brec:

"He has become a magnificent creature."

"He stayed right here protecting you."  Brec explained.

 "As I know you did as well."  I leaned over to kiss him and as our lips
met, the door flew open and the room filled with light, as my parents and
the generals, Soba and Malik, ran to our bed.  Breccan and I quickly
separated and pulled furs to cover our nakedness, as all knelt at my side.

 "Man," I exclaimed, "seeing all this you might think I was out of it for a
long time.  Come on guys, I'm OK, really, come on pull yourselves
together."  I started to laugh but fell quiet as I looked to see them all
with somber faces.  "What? How long did I sleep?"  My mother took my hand:

 "Fourteen weeks Gryf," tears falling from her eyes.  "You lay here
fourteen week, in torment; maddening dreams causing you to suffer
endlessly.  Thrashing and screaming day and night.  Nothing any of us did
brought you any peace, save Breccan.  When he held you, you were calm."
She kissed my hand then came up to kiss my head with millions of kisses, as
mothers always do.  "Fourteen weeks," she repeated in between her kisses,
her robes soft to my skin.

 "AH, actually, fourteen weeks, two days, seven hours, twenty two minuet's
and," Brec took a moment to pause and look up, his finger adding numbers on
some invisible calculator.  "Twenty eight and a half seconds."  He looked
back at us his face beaming with pride.  "What," he cried out seeing us all
looking at him with despondent faces, "what?  So I kept track, big fucking
deal.  Oh leave me alone;" and he crossed his arms to pout.  We all began
laughing, as Dalton appeared behind him and quickly smacked Brec's arm,
which only made him angrier.  Dalton's face changing; from one of disdain
to one of relief at my recovery.

 Jamie came back at this point, his arms loaded down with food.  It was
quickly decided that I should eat and then rest until night fall, still
some hours away.  At that point I would be filled in on recent events, of
which there were many.  My parents and the generals left, filing past me,
bowing, taking my hand, saying how good it was I was back.  I began to
devour the food Jamie had brought, while Brec watched in utter dismay at my
total lack of manners, quietly drinking the contents of several bottles of
blood brought to him by Dalton.

 When I was full, I stood and stretched, muscles pulling, joints cracking,
some quite loudly.  Jamie grabbed a bowl with water and a cloth and
proceeded to wash me.  The warm water felt good on my skin as he slowly
cleaned me from head to toe.  He too with Dalton then left us, as I went to
the pot to pee.  I thought back to our first night in this place and how
stupid I must have looked dancing around looking for the bathroom finding
only this pot.  I watched my stream filling the pot as Breccan's arms
snaked around me much as they had that night.  I leaned my head back beside
his, his breath hot on my neck.

 "Yes, please" my only whispered words.  I felt his mouth open and his
fangs pressing to my skin, only then to be replaced by his lips:

 "No, not now," his voice full of compassion, he pressed his head to mine.
"You need to heal more before I take from you."  Having finished peeing, he
took me in his arms, carrying me to the bed.  I could feel him hardening,
his skin more like stone.  He lay me down and crawled beside me, his arms
once again around me as he allowed death to take him where ever it does.



I woke alone, save Jamie who sat near on the floor; his face coming alive
at my awakening.  He drew near and slowly caressed my arm.  Laying his head
on my shoulder, I could feel how much he had missed his alpha over these
long weeks.  I gently stroked his head, his golden hair soft to the touch
much like silk.

"Where is everyone," I asked softly, sensing we were alone.

"They woke about an hour ago and went to feed.  I stayed here with you so
you wouldn't be alone."  He slowly, tentatively began to crawl up beside
me, his naked body pressing to mine; his arm over my chest, holding onto me
tight.  "I am sorry master; I have been weak while you slept.  I have not
been strong.  I feared losing you and feared what would become of me."  I
stroked his back as he confessed:

"Everyone has such fear; you are not alone in this."  I pressed my face to
his head, smelling his scent.  "There are those among us here that would
gladly step up and take you in.  Teach you what I have yet to teach you."
I could feel his cock getting hard pressing to my leg.  I continued to hold
him and allowed him to be who he was, a pup; a pup that needed his alpha
and was not afraid or ashamed of this admission.

 My mind drifted back to the night we'd met.  Remembering the eagerness he
held to see me; his immediate loyalty and submission to me.  His complete
lack of fear as his eyes looked upon me the first time.  How I took him
that night; without compassion; my teeth in his flesh; making him my Beta.
I shared these memories with him, freely allowing him into my mind, letting
him see my thoughts.  His lips to my chest, kissing my skin, his erection
pushing against my leg, wanton lust welling from him as he slowly moved to
lay on me.  His silvery blue eyes looking to mine, his hands caressing my
face:

"I feel your need to mate master.  I beg of you, take me as you did that
night.  Take me as only my Alpha can.  Let me ease your suffering," his
hands now behind him, holding my cock, placing it at his hole.  "I long for
you to fuck me as you did our first night."  He pushed back against my
cock, forcing it into him.  His head flung back, a long deep moan escaping
him as my cock slid in deeper, my body morphing to that of my wolf.
Jamie's eyes fixed on me as I changed.

"Yes, master, become who you really are as you mate with me."  Jamie's
cries of passion loud and strong.  I was soon as he wished me, and took
control of his mating.  I rose up, supporting his weight in my arms, his
eyes sparkled as I began to see him morphing to his alter self. His arms
were around me as he changed; his claws digging into my flesh.  His teeth
biting at me as animalistic passion drove him on.  He completed his change,
my beta strong and beautiful, I my arms.  To the floor I threw us.  I then
mounted him as a dog, my hips ramming my cock into him as he howled.  I
took the back of his neck in my mouth and pulled him back to me forcibly.
My paws reaching to his front; feeling for his sheath and the large wolf
cock that emerged from it, the knot swollen and solid.  I felt it throb,
strong and straining, his seed began to shoot forth arcing high in the air
before us.  Again I shoved him down and stabbed my cock into him with all
my strength; forcing my knot inside, his cries of pain lost to my sexual
grunts.  I emptied my seed in him as his body became limp under me.

I stood, Jamie hanging from me, my knot tying us together, he hung unmoving
from me.  I spread my arms and howled the force of which shook the very
room.  Placing my paws on his ass I gave a forceful shove and ripped my
knot from him, his body flinching from pain as he dropped to the floor.  I
knelt and began sniffing at his scent, moving up to his head, his eyes
closed.  Suddenly he grabbed my face and began kissing me.  I pushed him
away, I was done, and play time was over.  I reclined back onto the bed,
lying spread a top the furs, much as a King would do.  I was Abbdon, Alpha
to the pack.  Closing my eyes, I exhaled a long deep sigh of contentment.

I soon felt Jamie's rough tongue as he began cleaning me.  He worked his
way over my entire body, paying special attention to my crotch.  When he
reached my sheath, I slowly began to allow my cock to emerge so he could
lick its length.  Jamie was good at his task, and knew just how to make his
Alpha feel loved and special.  He would wrap his tongue around my shaft at
the base and then move his head up pulling his tongue along the shaft, and
then he would repeat this action my cock hardening as he continued.  I soon
grabbed his head and shoved my cock into his mouth and down his throat, my
knot swelling again, his teeth trapping it in his mouth as his throat and
tongue milked another load from my balls.  After my second orgasm, Jamie
finished cleaning me and then curled up against me; as we drifted into a
light sleep.



The door to our chamber opened and Jamie quickly slid to the floor by my
side.  I looked to see Breccan and Dalton enter closing the door behind
them.

"Gryf," Brec began, "you must come.  You are needed right now."  His eyes
scanning my Alpha form, his mind slipping into lustful thoughts of taking
me as I lay.  He then looked to Dalton, who had gone directly to Jamie and
was kneeling by him stroking his golden fur.

"What is it?  What is wrong?"  I asked as I quickly rose and followed Brec
out.

"The scouts have reported in that they have a werewolf who claims to know
you.  They caught him at the outer perimeter.  He is badly injured and only
said he knew you and had information for you only.  They are bringing him
in now."



We entered the war room, I could see my parents and the generals plus
several of their aids gathered around the table.  As I approached all bowed
and I spied the body of a large werewolf, savagely beaten, near death,
lying on the table.  He scent was known to me, but had not seen him since
before we left for here.

"He refuses to speak to anyone but you lord," Soba said, standing in his
human form, guiding me to the creatures head.  I looked to see Christopher.
His light brown fur badly matted and caked with blood and dirt.  Large
festering scars dotted his body, why had he not healed I wondered.  I took
his head in my hands as he slowly opened his eyes.  Oh his eyes, they
lacked the sparkle they once had.  Now two pools of subdued yellow focused
slowly on me:

"Master," his voice weak and soft, "it is good to look upon you again."  I
stroked his head:

"And it is good to see you trusted friend.  What has happened to you?
Where have you been?"  His eyes looked to the others gathered near then
back to me.  "Leave us," I commanded, not taking my eyes from him.  All
obeyed, and without hesitation, left us, Breccan the last, closing the
doors.  I sat on the table, laying Christopher's head in my lap comforting
him, brushing his fur with my paw.  "We are alone friend, speak to me."

"I bring word of Oberon.  He has awoken from his sleep and prepares to move
against you here.  I was able to gather much information on his plans until
I was found out.  Captured, I was left to the amusement of their wizards.
Many long moons I was tortured, made to hold form while they cast endless
spells upon me.  I was near death; I feared I had failed you.  Then he who
was not a wizard came to me one night.  He tended my wounds best he could
and helped me escape.  He told me where to find you and let me go.  I felt
this was a trap.  That he whom you loved so dear was to use me to get to
you.  I was not willing to be a party to this deceit and begged him to kill
me where I stood.  He took my face in his hands and told me to tell you..."
His words stopped as he faded in and out of consciousness.

"Tell me what Christopher, what are you to tell me?"  With a gasp of breath
he uttered two words:

"Little Wolf..."

I yelled for everyone to come back.  The doors swung wide as all rushed in.
I ordered that Christopher be taken to quarters and healed with any and all
magic necessary.  His recovery was of the utmost importance.  That the
information he held was vital to our next move.  I stood and watched as the
aids gently lifted, and began to carry him away.  I saw as Christopher
opened his eyes once more, his great paw reaching towards me.  I ran to
him, clutching his paw in mine; just able to hear him say:

"Little Wolf is with him....."  Again he collapsed.

"Gryf, what did he tell you?"  Breccan asked his voice excited.  "Who is he
to you?"

"He is only known as Christopher to me, but is a member of my pack.  He is
my Omega, my third."  I addressed all present, my words commanding yet
compassionate.  "I left him with instructions to remain behind and gather
as much information as he could.  He was to remain hidden from all.  He did
as he was asked but was captured and tortured."  The gathering began to
mumble, I lifted my arm calling for silence.  Moving to the table, looking
to the map now stained with Christopher's blood:

"He knew not of our plans so divulged nothing to them.  He was released by
and given a message only I would understand.  A message designed for just
this occasion."

"Who gave him this message," Brec demanded, standing next me, his fists
slamming to the table.  "All our spies have been captured or killed.  No
one remains that we can trust."  He grabbed my shoulder and forced me to
look at him.  "Talk to me my Lord.  Who remains that we can trust?  Why do
you believe so strong that this is not just another trap?"  His voice was
angry, not so much at me but at our always perilous situation.

"There remains one.  One I regretfully gave the most dangerous task to."  I
felt weak.  My stomach turned and twisted.  I sat in a chair as all
gathered around us.  Breccan knelt at my feet; as he held my lowered head
in his hands.

"Who is it Gryf?"  Brec softly asked.

"Scott."



A hush fell on those gathered.  Breccan stood up and backed away from me,
his head shaking back and forth; his arms out stretched as if casting a
spell to create a wall between us.  I felt all eyes on me as I too stood.
I scanned them one by one, looking into their souls.  I sensed no distrust
in me, merely uncertainty as to my motives.  I took a slow, deep breath and
then I began:

"You have been misled.  We all have, some years longer than others.  This
deceit played upon us like none other.  Back when I had been born a new, I
had feeling of disloyalty from within my inner circle, but could never
prove it.  Proof was scarce, and proof is what I needed to expose this
treachery.  So I set to making a plan.  A plan so secret, my thoughts I hid
from you all," turning to Brec, "even you."  I lowered my head, but Brec's
hand lifted my face to his, somehow he understood.

"The night we all gathered for the first time, I set my plan in motion.  I
sent Scott to Oberon as a traitor to us, to me.  As it was written, one
would turn and be the key to Oberon's victory.  So Scott was to become this
key.  He was protected by magic unknown to Oberon and his army.  This magic
would protect him and keep him safe.  He was to wait and after many days
meet with Christopher.  He would at that time give Christopher information
about Oberon's plans and Christopher would relay this to us.  There was to
be a code given and by this code, I would know our plan was working."
There seemed to be a general feeling of relief from all save Breccan.

"OK, so let me get this straight."  He began his pacing as he spoke.  "So,
you sent fucktard, er sorry Scott to Oberon so he could get information.
He was then going to somehow meet up with this Christopher wolfman guy and
tell him all he knew, which brother wolf would then sneak away, not being
seen, all the way to where ever we were going and just give you the
information.  Is that right?"  Brec spun and glared at me.

"Yes."

"Hmm, well here's the thing buddy; Scott is so not on my list of trustable
persons right now and least you forget, the last fourteen weeks you have
been dead to us.  So l'm not very willing to accept him back."  Brec turned
to leave.

"He was not alone Brec," hearing this he stopped.  "I did not make these
plans alone.  I do not know the ways of magic, so I sought out someone to
help."  Breccan turned and looked at me, shrugging his shoulders, silently
asking me who:

"Little Wolf.  I took my plan to him and asked for his help."  This news
seemed to calm Brec some.  He rejoined the group coming to stand by my
side.

"Well shit, why didn't you say so?"

"Secrecy was the key to this working as I needed it too.  The more who knew
the more chances of failure."  I explained to the group my connection to
Little Wolf and his history.  I told of my continued visions, even the one
this morning, much to Brec's surprise.

"OK, so then where is the traitor," Brec's voice again growing angry, his
eyes scanning over the group.  "Tell me so I can rip them apart."

"At first, there were three, but one I changed.  I swayed him with my
love."

"Scott," was the murmured response.

"Yes, I watched him closely as my love for him grew until I knew on him I
could trust my life."  All eyes were upon me, waiting for me to finish.

"Damn it Gryf, spit it out!  Who else," Breccan nearly screamed.

"I ask you to look about and see who is clearly not present."  All began
looking and quickly came to the same conclusion although still in
disbelief.  My father stepped forward, his face showing anger and
disappointment in my words:

"No, I will not believe that.  Paul and Lisa have served this council,
served you Abbadon, faithfully for years; raising their son too one day
take his place at your side.  I will not listen to this nonsense," his eyes
glaring at me as he spoke.

"Then tell me wizard, where are they?  Why now are they absent from us?"  I
spoke as Abbadon to a subject, not son to a father.

"They are near, and have been through these last weeks as you lay..."  His
words trailed off.  I could see it in his face, something was not right.
He looked to his wife, my mother and then to the generals turning back to
look too Brec and finally me.  "They were here, I found them many times by
your side," again his voice trailed off, his thoughts a puzzle he now
needed desperately to put together.  He began to pace, wringing his hands
in front of him as he did.

"Wizard," Soba spoke.  "I too saw them with our lord, many times.  They
ordered me away as they claimed to be casting healing spells."  Soba looked
to Malik who nodded his agreement to Sobas words.

"When was this," Breccan shouted.  "Where was I during these healings?  If
I had been there, I would have known they were there.  I go no such
feelings."  Brec scanned the group waiting for answers that didn't come.
He screamed, his anger spewing out of him like hot lava.  "They came when I
fed!  Fucking Christ, those bastards waited till I had to leave and then
they came.  That is why there was no stored blood!  They made it so I would
have to leave to feed."

My father moved to one of his aids and whispered something to him.  The aid
bowed to me and ran out quickly.  Malik had stepped back and was in deep
thought:

"My lord Abbadon, several of my kind took ill while you lay hurt.  Paul
spoke to me and said he had detected foul magic on our supply of stored
blood.  He produced a book of which I could not read and claimed it spoke
of a spell that he could perform to detect casted magic.  He claimed that
when he cast this spell all items which had been enchanted with evil would
glow blue.  Master, my Lord, I watched as he cast his spell and looked to
see our entire store of blood was glowing blue."  Malik fell to his knees,
his hands covered his face; "My Lord I have failed you.  I was bewitched by
his charm and fooled by his words.  My actions have endangered you and us
all."  I stepped to Malik and pulled him to his feet:

"We have all been charmed by these two and not one of us will take the
blame on himself.  That is one thing we will all share equally."  I moved
him back to stand with the rest.  "Not one person gathered in this room,
not one being who has come here to serve me and this cause has done
anything to let me down.  I gladly stand by each of your sides during the
fight that is upon us."  I placed my arms around Malik and Soba, "You all
have done well and soon I will toast to our success."  The aid that had
left now returned.  In his hands he carried an object wrapped in cloth,
handing it to my father.

Moving to the table we watched as he uncovered a large glass orb.  Moving
his hands around it, I began to see swirling colors inside.  My father
spoke words of magic and slowly I began to see an image form.  I saw Paul
and Lisa standing before Oberon, their mouths moving as if they were
speaking, yet nothing did I hear.

"This is an orb of prophecy.  Only one skilled in its use can correctly see
what they seek."  My mother spoke softly.  "He has asked the orb to show
him Paul and Lisa and this is what we see.  My son is correct in his words;
Paul and Lisa have betrayed us.  They chose to serve Oberon and now their
magic is lost to us.  This is not good as together they are very powerful."
I stepped closer and looked deeper into the orb:

"I do not see Scott," my voice concerned.  "I see others gathered but not
Scott.  Show me Scott father."  I watched as the image faded and the colors
began to swirl again suddenly turning black.  "I do not understand, what
has happened?"  My father stepped back, his legs unable to hole him
upright, falling to the arms of an aid; he sat him in a chair where he
gasped for breath:

"My Lord, my son, I cannot show you what you ask.  My powers are limited.
Perhaps if I were a stronger wizard I could, but I do not possess such
power.  I am sorry."  Soba quickly came to my side:

"My lord, this does not mean he is lost," his hand to my back stroking my
mane.  "It is merely out of our grasp at this time.  May I suggest you go
check your Omega, and then you should feed.  We all have things that we
must quickly attend too.  I would say we all do as we must and return here
before dawn."  I saw the look on his face, concern for me, for us all, but
his words were logical.

"Yes you are correct."  I suggested that a blood bank of sorts be created
to build up a new supply of stored blood.  All who could donate would, but
not to the point of removing them from their duties.  The wizards should
then protect this new supply from any magic set to ruin it.  Food stored
needed to be stocked and everyone needed rest.  I sat in my chair, my
orders given as they began planning what needed to be done to accomplish
our goals.  Brec came to kneel before me:

"Gryf, come on, let's go check on Christopher.  They got this covered."  He
stood and led me from the room.



We walked in silence, down the hall to where they tended to Christopher.
We found Christopher resting as the wizards cast spells of healing on him.
I was informed he would heal in time, but for now I was unable to speak to
him.  I stepped to his bedside and gently lay my paw to his head.

"Rest old friend, tomorrow is a new day."  Christopher's only response was
a slight moan and the mumbled words 'My Alpha'.  I turned to the wizards;
"He is to be guarded night and day.  Anything he requires he gets without
issue."  The wizards bowed as we left.



We walked the halls I was not in the mood for talk.  Brec however in his
near constant need to be sure I was happy saw this as an opportune time to
ask me what was burning in his mind:

"So, what's all this I saw with you and Jamie, hmm?"  Brec kidded with me.
"Got a little something something this evening huh?"  He nudged me with his
body as we walked together so I could find food.  "Yeah you know you did
big boy, a little Alpha Beta suckey fuckey huh," his tongue flicking
between his fangs like a snake.

"Jealous?"  I asked looking straight ahead.

"Nope, just asking is all."  His words were light, but I saw in his mind he
was.  I could feel his jealousy and quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him
with me into an alcove.  I wrapped my arms around him and mashed my muzzle
to his face.  Brec responded by climbing up onto me, his legs wrapped tight
around my hips.

"I know you are jealous," I snarled, kissing him again.  "I can feel it.
What I did with him I did as his Alpha not his lover."  I could feel
Breccan's cock swelling between us as my cock began to emerge from its
sheath.

"Hold on dog breath," Brec said struggling against me, "I ain't ready for
that thing yet."  I silenced him by kissing him yet again, forcing my
tongue into his mouth nicking it on one of his fangs, letting my blood drip
onto his tongue.  Brec quickly focused on my blood which he desired most
over all others.  I felt him lifting us up, and then faster than normal
eyes could see, sailed us back to our room, his fangs expertly keeping the
small nick open and bleeding.



We crashed through the door, my large foot slamming it closed as I began
tearing at his clothing.  My cock was to his hole and even though he was
fixated on my blood, he still feigned resistance.  I was about to enter his
ass when a rather loud grunt was hear from the bed.  Not separating from
our kiss, we both moved so our eyes could see the source of this noise.
Much to our surprise, there on the bed was Jamie.  In full wolf form, he
was pinning the arms of Dalton to the bed above his head, as he viciously
made love to him.



AUTHORS NOTE:

Welcome back!  Here begins the second book in the Bark at the Moon series

"Bark at the Moon - Taker of the Passion.  Book one is ready for
publication and soon will be available for all eBook readers and a limited
number of copies will be printed as a special edition printing.  As always,
I invite any and all to email me with comments about the story @
strike1463@aol.com or take a few minutes to check out the Bark at the Moon
web site @ www.littlewolfpublishing.com. There you will find information
about book one's availability and release date as well as updates to book
two.  There is also a guest book page for you to leave me comments.  Thanks
for reading, Jimmy "little wolf" OXOX