Of Sun and Moon
Hey dudes, long time no update, I know, I know! But I've been super busy, but now that I'm on summer vacation, I'll be updating frequently now. I've also decided to spice up the plot ;) And this chapter will hopefully make up for me not updating for, like, ever. So here ya are, Chapter 16! Woot woot!
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Past Demons
"Dylan," Max whimpered, fighting hard to keep the last bit of her sanity, "I think I'm in heat. God, I need you so much I'm shaking." She threw her head back, hazel eyes fluttering closed as she felt Dylan squirming beneath her. His strong, muscular body . . .
She moaned loudly before frantically attempting to climb off of him, but Dylan grabbed her right arm, gazing at her intensely. He examined her face and searched her eyes and saw desperation. "It hasn't consumed you entirely yet. What you're experiencing right now is just enhancing what you're really feeling. Don't fight it, Max." His voice was smooth as silk, yet rough as sandpaper. He tugged at the arm he held captive, causing her body to collapse on top of his before rolling them so that he was on top and positioned between the cradle of her legs.
Everything felt so right at the moment that it scared Max. Maybe the Elders had been right this entire time. Maybe she and Dylan did belong with each other. But then why was she thinking about another man?
"I would do anything for you, Max. Anything you ask of me, it's yours." He was so close. All she had to do was push his head down so that his lips would finally, finally, crash into hers. She moaned again under the weight of his body, her eyes widening the instant she felt him hardening. "Your heat is coming and I don't want you to go through it alone . . . but when we make love for the first time, I don't want you to regret it either."
Max averted his gaze, unable to look at him any longer without feeling sick. "I don't deserve you, Dylan. You're a good man and you deserve to be happy too." Tears began forming in her eyes.
"Hey," he whispered soothingly, "it's me that doesn't deserve you. You're perfect, Max." He took a leap of faith and leaned forward to bring his lips to her eyes, tasting the salty liquid forming there. Then, slowly, he moved his lips to her cheeks up until they brushed against her ear. "I love you, Max. Always have," he said quietly so that only she would ever hear his confession, "always will."
"You wouldn't love me anymore if you knew everything about me." Gathering up enough courage, she looked him straight in the eyes, but she didn't see any of the resentment she was expecting. Instead, she saw empathy.
"We all have secrets, Max."
She shook her head. "Not like mine. There's nothing that I don't already know about you, Dylan."
He smirked a little. "I doubt it. I've kept a fair share of secrets."
"Like, what? Like how you killed a vampire when we were kids?" she blurted unknowingly.
Dylan narrowed his eyes, though shocked that Max had known about it. "You don't know anything about that."
"I don't?" she spat bitterly. "I guess I also don't know how he begged you for mercy before you snapped his neck! We were just kids Dylan. He was just a kid. Only a monster could—"
"Shut up!" he growled, his hand clamping around her neck. "You don't know anything!"
Max glared, pure hate evident in her eyes as she tried removing his hand from her neck. "You're a killer! A fucking monster!" she shouted, her eyes morphing gold before she scratched his face with her claws. The blow managed to send Dylan flying into the nearest wall, blood dripping down his face as he looked at her with utter sorrow.
With each breath she took, Max grew increasingly dizzy, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Shortly, the pain in her head became unbearable and she was screaming until her entire face flushed red. Dylan watched in horror as her bright hazel eyes turned white and she collapsed onto their bed, her body convulsing violently, her pulse getting harder and harder for Dylan to hear.
"Max!"
"You care a lot about your tribe don't you, kid?"
A younger boy nodded. "Yeah, I care about it more than anything."
"Anything, you say?"
The young boy nodded again.
"Then how would you like a chance to save your tribe? It's a simple task and I'll take care of the rest. You see, there's a traitor inside your village. She's going to kill her own pack, including you. And I thought, why don't we get rid of her before she even has a chance to do any harm."
"Who's the traitor, Kale?"
"You were calling out her name for mercy in my vision. Max, you were saying."
The young boy's eyes widened and he struggled to find words. "That's impossible. Max is my best friend. She would never hurt me."
"My visions don't lie and since you saved my life, I'm returning the favor. All you have to do is lead her into the woods and I'll make sure that she never has the chance to hurt you or your tribe. So what do you say, kid? You in?" He held his hand out to the younger boy. "I won't let anything happen to you, Dylan."
He raised his head at his name and took the other boy's hand, looking at his friend a final time with soft blue eyes before they turned gold. "I'm sorry, Kale." A split second later, the sound of a snapping neck seemed to echo throughout the woods, causing black fowls to flee out of the trees.
"Stay away from her!" She could hear Dylan shouting. She heard him fighting to gain control of his body, but a much stronger force rendered him helpless. She wanted to see him, to say sorry for what she'd said to him earlier. The man who was brave enough to stick up for her even though he was told that she would be the cause of his death in the future. The man who loved her, far before he even knew the true meaning of love. The man who was fighting at this very instant to save her, even after she'd hurt and rejected him.
"DYLAN!"
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"How the hell did this happen?" Ari growled, scanning Dylan and Max's empty bedroom. He eyed the cracks in the wall, the broken furniture, and the disheveled bed sheets. If it weren't for the blood they had found, he would've let it pass. After all, his sister was in heat.
"We have this entire vicinity secured. No one should have been able to get through."
Fred clutched onto Ari's arm. "What if Fang—"
"It's certain that he would kill Dylan, but he would never hurt Max." He pulled Fred into a hug, kissing her hair. "We need his help to track down whoever captured Max and Dylan." He raised his head to look at the balcony windows hanging ajar being blown by the wind.
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"Max, can you hear me? Please, Max, if you can hear me, try and open your eyes."
She tried, but exhaustion overpowered her willpower. Her body felt like it was on fire and the infrequent gust of air that would fleetingly soothe the flame seemed to do more harm than good. Her muscles ached to be touched, her core aching to be filled. She heard Dylan's voice again, begging her to open her eyes, so she tried again. She managed to open them a sliver of the way, but raising her head was a different ball game.
He sighed in relief, if only momentarily. "Listen to me, Maxie. I need you to promise me that whatever they do, you can't give in to any of their demands. You have to stay strong. Stay strong for me, Max."
"Dylan, I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you all these years. I didn't know," she sobbed. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
The lights flashed on and pierced through the two werewolves' closed eyes. When Max opened them again, she saw Dylan strung up by metal chains, clamps around his wrists and ankles. He gave her a longing look before mouthing, 'Don't give in.'
"How sweet," said an icy voice from behind Max, causing her to cringe. His footsteps became deafening in her ear as he approached her slowly.
Max moaned as her captor's hand found it's way to her breast, massaging it and fueling the fire in her lower abdomen. The chains rattled as she tried squeezing her thighs together, the scent of her arousal sending Dylan on high alert.
"Don't touch her!" he snarled, tugging on the chains. But he found that the harder he tugged, the hotter the chains burned through his skin.
The other man continued kneading Max's breast, the hardness of his body pressed against her limp one. Max's eyes never left Dylan's and she bit her lip to prevent herself from moaning again. "Come on, sweetheart, let me hear you beg for me."
"Fucking bastard!" Dylan shouted, lunging himself forward, but getting nowhere.
"Those chains are made out of pure silver. So if I were you, I'd sit still and enjoy the show." The older man turned his attention back to Max, determined at making her scream for him. His hand glided down her thin nightgown until he found her flat belly, which he clutched possessively, sneering at Dylan as he did so. "So this is Max, huh? No wonder you chose to stab me in the back for her, Dylan. She's one fine piece of ass."
"Don't fucking touch her, Kale!"
"I'm going to enjoy this," he growled in the female's ear, "and it's your call if you want to enjoy it too."
Max shuddered, losing more and more self-control as the seconds passed. She clamped down on her bottom lip harder, drawing blood before finally yielding to her body's desire. She felt the bile rise in her throat as Kale grinned maliciously against her skin, his eyes fixed on Dylan as he took the one thing that he ever wanted away from him . . .
MAJOR CLIFFY ALERT! :D Lol, hehe. So, that wasn't what you guys were expecting was it? Fang's brother? WTF?
Anywho, guys, did I lose my touch? I know it's been a while, but yeah . . .
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