It was a bitter cold September night, and the smell of tearing flesh as well as the smell of warm liquid crimson spilled out of new battle wounds as two large alpha werewolf males fought for rights of being the head alpha male in the pack.
The battlefield was a dense evergreen forest that shielding away the two alphas as they fought so they wouldn't be interrupted. The two locked eyes each other as the two males let out a mighty ear piercing roar as they charged forth clawing and biting their way into the other's flesh, muscle and bone. The blood turned the once dying yellow pine covered ground into a bloody masterpiece of power and dominate.
The bodies merged as one, as the mouth of the older alpha male snap down on the neck of the younger one and the force of ten men crushes the windpipe of the younger alpha's neck stealing the wolf's life. Feeling the other limp in his mouth the leader, panting heavily, dropped the body on the cold ground spitting out the blood out of his mouth.
"You were once good friend—"
He was cut off when he felt like his breath became labored as he tried pulled in life-giving oxygen that he so desirably needed.
His yellow eyes looked down seeing a rather large bite where his lungs would be and felt a rib or two punched his right lung as he coughed up blood. He soon couldn't keep his large chocolate color fur covered body up anymore and fell to the cold earth as his vision begin to blur. Coughing harshly tasting the sweet cooper from his mouth he looked up only seeing a body with large wings sticking out the individual's back.
His voice became raspy and weak.
"A-Are you an angel?"
The final thing he saw was the sharp toothy smirk of the individual as it wings cover the ground around the werewolf's body.
"I wouldn't say that for sure~" it purred.
When the alpha werewolf finally regains consciousness his vision was blurry but he felt the warmth of a fire burning the smell of fresh stew cooking in the pot. He opens his eyes a bit more and looked at the ceiling seeing it was a dark wood such as spruce wood. He closed his eyes feeling the pain in his chest again trying to sleep again.
"Oh you're awake"
He grunted at the person then felt the roughness of sort of nest on the bedding.
'What?! Nest?!'
The werewolf sat up in quick hast that he winced loudly as he forced down by a strong talon hand pressing from his chest.
"Oh no you're much too weak to get up sir."
A growled emerged from the wolf's throat as he looked around once his vision became fully cleared. Then suddenly went wide as dinner plates as he looked down at the midnight blue hue talons that were on his chest.
His yellow eyes trail up the arm seeing tiger tribal stripes wrapping it around and up to the cream tinted spikes that shot out of man's shoulders. To the dark blue snake like eyes the peers into his eyes with a dangerous tone. The werewolf eyes rush down as he felt pointy wrapping itself around his legs seeing a large thick midnight blue tail with cream color spikes stabbing his legs through the wool blanket.
The creature smirked in front of werewolf laughed at the horrid expression that smears itself onto its face. The wolf snarled loudly and get defensive, never in his life he thought be been saved by a damn dragon!
"Now, where the kindness to the man that saved your pathetic werewolf life?"
"…Go screw yourself…"
The dragon pulled away from the wolf, spreading his large spiky bat like wings letting them dig into the dark wood that covers their heads. The room grew silent when suddenly the room grew into a full growling session. The wolf didn't his guard down until he grabbed his bandage chest then cough hard then eyes grew soft as the dragon's got into a less defensive stance as went to the burning fire and blew in more fire letting it grow. The room grew warm and bright and the glowing yellow eyes staring into the spiked back of the dragon.
"Look it clear that you don't like me and I don't like your kind but for now I just need you to stay alive."
"Why do you care if I live or die?"
"Because I know that you have a child as well."
The wolf's yellow eyes glow and glared at the now calm dragon.
"How do you know that?"
"Did you know you mumble things in your sleep?"
That made the wolf's ears pulled back and yellow glowing eyes looked down at the floorboard and he let out an angry huffed as he turned onto his good side letting his tail flopping down angrily on the bed.
"Yes, his name is going to be Ray"
"Like Ray full of Sunshine?"
"No Ray as in me."
"Oh so he is going to be a bastard like his father?"
Ray whips his body back and grabbed the dragon's shirt collar and slammed him into the hard bark wall.
"What the fuck did you say about my child?!"
Before the dragon sneer his answer out the two were disturbed by a younger male's voice that came into the room. The two turned to a younger dragon rubbing his snake like eyes and letting out a loud yawn that was full of tiredness.
"Father, what's going on? What a wolf doing here?"
Ray looked the young dragon seeing that had brown hair as dark as the wood that covered the small room. The child's face was rounded yet he could see the strong bright, shine of sapphire blue eyes of a young snake. The small yet strong looking arms were covered by same soft gray tiger tribal stripes that went from the child's grayish blue tinted spiked shoulders that went to the large spiked bat wings that spread largely as well torn at the edges. The child looked around the age of eight or nine when suddenly he looked more alert seeing what going on.
"James…go back to your room, daddy is taking care of business."
"D-Dad you're hurting him."
"James!"
The young dragon child looked at his father with fear in his young blue eyes but at the same time he had some resistance as he looked the werewolf. Finally giving in he looked down turning his back and walked back into the room. Ray growled as he was pushed into a wall to eventually the bed. His cheeks changed into a tinted red as he was tied up with heavy thick sliver chains by the elder dragon and was left there.
In a week's notice Ray's wounds healed and got to known the dragon child that prefers to be called by his middle name Ryan. The old wolf with the help of Ryan tried to escape from claws of devil dragon, finally learning his name was Edgar that was until one day he made a deal with the older dragon.
Ray looked at Edgar as he tied the chains on his limbs again groaning a bit as they bonded down against his will.
"You love your son right?"
"…What kind of question is that? Of course I love my son."
Ray looked over at Ryan seeing his head down looking at floorboard
"How about this you let me go"
"No matter how times you said that I will not-"
Ray looked at the ceiling with dull eyes and released the breath that he was holding in and met at Edgar's dark blue eyes.
"My child"
"What about him?"
"Take my son for your son's mate, in exchanged you will give me. My freedom."
Well It been probably close to a year since I started writing again...I can't believe it myself. So if your wondering what got my sick little brain to working again well it has to be thanks to scholarlykiwi drawing of dragon hybrid Ryan Haywood. You check that out it really cool! Except in this story he a full dragon. What also got my head going as well is the work of emono that go on me to like Raywood...I just learn what the ship was called...So yeah you check this person's story such as:
1. I'd Like It Better If I Could Win At It
2. And Life is Wine
3. No Forgiveness, Just Permission (If you like RT hybrids)
As always if you new to my style I do apologize for the...odd way I write. Like said before it been nearly a year since I wrote something and I'm still rusty.
Oh! Before I forget here are the warnings of this story since the summary is full...
Warnings:
Violence/Gore
Non-con (VERY LITTLE)
Romance
A little Jealously
Maybe some Male on Male action don't know if you guys will be interested but we'll cross that road when we get there.
However I do advise that you do enjoy the story!
~Peace~