Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2013 19:39:07 -0500
From: Kevin D <rekniv86@gmail.com>
Subject: Jakes Inner Wolf - Ch 19

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This story is fiction, any reflection of real life and any description of
an area or person is purely coincidental.

This story is about a young man who discovers himself and love as well as a
few supernatural surprises along the way. There is death, love, hate,
friendship, and bigotry.

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Chapter 19:

I was essentially physically dragged outside by Simon and William. Luke and
Matthew remained close by. Henrietta and Celena both walking behind us
rubbing my back and shoulder. It didn't take long to arrive at the ring, it
was a fairly large area designated by a ring of sandbags, it was elliptical
and was probably about half a soccer field in length. Simon and William
brought me to the edge of the ellipse at the middle of the skinnier side,
we'd have an unobstructed view of the entire ring. I wasn't sure if that
was a good or bad thing. I was remaining calm for now, attempting to regain
my strength so that I could make a concentrated push to escape them if I
needed to. William and Simon seemed to know what I was doing though.
William stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me, he was tall enough
to be able to see over my shoulder, Simon meanwhile stood in front of me,
he was short enough that I could see over his shoulders. With Luke and
Matthew pressing in on my sides. I was literally boxed in and I knew they
would do whatever it took to keep me out of the ring.

It wasn't long before Alpha Rich stepped into the ring. followed by John
and his father entering from opposite ends, only entering a short distance
into the ring each. Both were completely naked, ready to shift. Alpha Rich
looked at both of the men and then announced to the crowd with more than a
hint of sadness in his voice, "let it begin as soon as I leave the ring,
neither of you are to move until that moment or face me and the entire
enforcement squad of the pack including your opponent." He slowly made his
way to the edge where we were standing, with several enforcers closing in
next to us as well, apparently even more people attempting to keep me on
the sidelines.

With every step Alpha took, my heart broke a little more inside. As soon as
his second foot left the ring, both John and his father were transformed
and beginning towards each other. The fight was on.

The crowd was eerily quiet. My heavy breathing and the growling and
snarling from John and his father were the only sounds I could distinctly
make out. They circled each other for only a few seconds before John's
father decided to get the fight started.

The first few seconds of the fight happened at blazing speed. If I hadn't
been paying completely undivided attention I would have missed it. There
was yelping, growling, howling, biting, clawing, and head butting, all
within seconds. The fighting was intense. One second, John's father would
have John nearly pinned, and then John would somehow get out and then
nearly have his father pinned, and then they'd be biting each others sides
or tails, or scratching each others faces and sides.

In a matter of minutes both were bleeding and breathing heavily. John
didn't look very good but neither did his father. I chanced a glance at the
other side of the ring where John's mother and brother stood. His mother
had her head buried into Jason's chest obviously crying. Jason didn't look
very happy either. I turned my attention back to the fight once I heard the
growling pick back up and the sound of their paws as they charged towards
each other again.

The fight raged on for another few minutes, until it finally began slowing
down. Both were bleeding very heavily by this point but John's youth was
beginning to provide its advantage. He wasn't as tired as his father who
was approaching 50 years old and the years were beginning to show
themselves, even for a werewolf. John's father was panting profusely and
taking longer between charges to recover. John was being a respectful
fighter and not taking advantage of the prolonged downtimes to strike at
his father, instead using the time to recoup his own strength even further.

About 10 minutes into the fighting and the fourth or fifth charge, John
slipped in a puddle of blood nearly falling flat on his side. Gasps could
be heard all around and his father wasted no time in leaping for John's
currently unprotected stomach. He nearly had his jaws around John's stomach
when John got a sudden burst of traction pushing himself backward a couple
of inches, enough that his fathers jaws clamped down on each other with all
of the force he could muster, momentarily stunning himself and giving John
enough time to get back on his feet. I almost couldn't continue to watch;
after John had gotten back on his feet and they stepped back for another
circling, I bent my head over onto Simon's shoulder. My hyperventilating
hadn't stopped and I was doing everything I could to prevent myself from
crying so that I could be able to see with my own eyes everything that was
happening. This time, I was able to catch a glint in John's eyes a second
before their charge. I knew this would be the final charge. One way or the
other.

It was brutal, they slammed into each other at full speed without either
slowing down. They each bit at each others sides as they bounced off each
other, John landing roughly but on all four paws, his father wasn't so
lucky. John took the opportunity, just as his father had previously, to
launch himself at the now exposed wolf, except instead of going for the
belly, he went for the throat. His father was able to back up his belly a
couple inches which would have spared his stomach if John had launched at
the stomach, but he noticed too late that John was aiming for the throat.
His attempts at moving his belly away had pushed his backside away but his
throat closer.

He had only a second to grasp that he had made a mistake before John's jaws
clamped down around his father's throat and didn't stop, crushing his
windpipe and ultimately ripping the throat out. It was over, John had won,
but at the cost of killing his own father.

There was no cheering. No jeering. No human sound at all as pack members
began slowly walking away, the men shifted and howled their sadness and
recognition of a challenge met and resolved before changing back,
redressing and continuing on their way homes. John sat solidly in wolf form
next to the dead body of his father, he wasn't whining but didn't look
cheerful either. Jason and their mother just stood there, as did our group,
until everyone had left.

Alpha Rich walked over to John, reached down and pet his head, "justice has
been served. Return to your family."

Immediately John rushed over to me and everyone let me go so I could run to
him. He shifted when he was only a few steps away so that we embraced as
humans. He was fully healed after the shift so there was no more blood,
even if there had been I wouldn't have cared. My man had just fought a
fight to the death for me, and won. I was elated he was alive even if I
didn't like what he did. His mother and brother and sister all walked to us
quietly. I had never met his mother before, or his brother.

They both looked at me, and gave me a quick hug and apologized for
Michael's actions and thanked me for taking care of John and Celena before
hugging John and being together as a family.

Several of the enforcers were putting the body into a bag to be buried in
the pack cemetery. I watched solemnly not happy for the man's death but I
was far from sad that he was no longer able to continue to harass me and
potentially kill me. I'd be able to move on with my life now. John and I
could move on with our lives together now. One of Alpha Rich's lower
ranking enforcers brought John's clothes to him finally, he dressed and we
slowly made our way to the truck.

I still wasn't happy with him for doing what he did in the first place, but
we would address that later. I was just happy he was alive. I think he
could tell that I wasn't entirely happy because he had the good grace to
have a sheepish expression. I didn't give him a complete cold shoulder, but
I wasn't effusive with him either.

We got back to the house and we got into the bedroom and immediately he
started apologizing. I stopped him and said, "John, I'm not happy about
what you did, you know that, just explain to me why, give me a reason to
understand why you did it and we'll go from there."

"Pack law. Alpha Rich could have punished him outright, but while an
asshole, my father had a lot of friends within the pack, those who either
thought as he did or thought that he at least had a right to think like he
did even if they didn't agree with him. If Alpha Rich had simply sentenced
him to death for his actions, most, if not all of them would have left the
pack, including some of the enforcers. The pack would have been broken
apart with lots of in-fighting and potentially many deaths on both sides.
This was the only thing that everyone in the pack would accept as
punishment for his actions and not see it as an affront to their beliefs
and favoritism of the Alpha. An outright challenge by a mate to an offender
against their mate cannot be denied or prevented once levied. It is the
ultimate enforcement of punishment. Regardless of truth, the challenge is
the judge, jury and executioner due to the potential for losing on behalf
of the challenger. You could have personally challenged him, but you
weren't ready to fight him, I wasn't even 100% sure I was, but I felt like
I could do it." He paused and looked at me with sad eyes, "please forgive
me, I wanted him dead for what he did to you and this was the only way it
was going to happen and us still have a safe home in this town. I'm not
sorry I killed him. He deserved it for what he did to you, but I am sorry I
didn't tell you and talk to you about it first like I should have."

I took a moment to think about what he had said. It made sense in an odd,
murderous way. I looked up into John's eyes, they were pleading with me to
understand, even if I didn't completely understand (though, I felt like I
did), I couldn't have denied those eyes, "I think... I think I understand
John, and... I do forgive you. Just, please, next time something - anything
- comes up, tell me first before acting. Don't just spring something like
that on me. You need to trust that I can handle things with you, as a team
since we're mated. Not siting on the sidelines watching you put your life
on the line without discussing it with me first."

John nodded and I could see tears welling up in his eyes. "I will! I will!
I'm so sorry!" We embraced once more and settled into bed, both too shaken
up for sex, just needing to hold each other.

The new day arrived before we knew it and life was back to business as
usual. The world moved on despite the events of the prior night.




***I will be submitting an epilogue for the story which will be coming soon!
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