Descendants of the Starnik

Chapter 25: The Hurtful Truth

He'd have to pay for it, but that was the least of his concerns. So he threw that wooden stool across the room and into the wall out of anger, unleashing a larger angered cry after hearing further bad news. "You've been out for nearly a whole day. We missed the flight." How could Peter have let this happen? Jonah did it again, going beyond what he did last time. His body ached badly, but that was too miniscule to feel compared to the emotions running through him. It was closing in on the next night after Jonah did the unthinkable and left with Aquila and Rickie, Tarka was beginning to wonder if he would ever wake up. The task of trying to get him back into the bed on his own, it was an incredibly tough feat, but he pulled it off. Now the next task was explaining why Jonah did it and to try and keep the human calm.

It wasn't working, to put it easy. Peter just wanted to throw something else either across the room or out the window, but he knew he'd have to pay for that too. So he tried to control it. He wanted to go with them, he wanted to help them, but now he was stuck here with Tarka who had mutual feelings, he was just able to vent them out before Peter woke up. "They can't do this." Peter growled as he spun around.

"They already did." Tarka sighed. He was just as mad that he was no longer a part of their trip. They were alone now with their own task.

"So what now? We find our own way home?"

"We do what Jonah asked before we leave." Tarka replied. "We deal with your parents."

"They'd have left by now." He replied hotly, the anger of what happened still present. But now, it was time for a smile to appear on the wolf's face.

"I already took the privilege of going to the hotel Jonah's sensed them, they're still there strangely." He finished with a puzzled face, Peter looked no different. Why would they still be there? Surely they'd have left if they knew Jonah had moved on. But then again, it was Peter's ring they had, so wherever he went, they wouldn't be far behind. They were tracking him, not the others. So technically, he and Tarka were in more danger then the others. Peter knew this, and made sure Tarka understood why they were. "So does that mean they're going the wrong way?" He then asked. "Because if they're here then so will Sam."

"Jonah said that Lupa Starnik told them they would meet Sam in Idaho, maybe they'll beat him there and plan something."

"So how do you plan on getting close enough without that devil catching us?"

"Sneaky, being real sneaky."

It was dawn when Evelyn and Nathan returned to their room for the night, a mixture of emotions running around their bodies inside and out. They didn't know what to do; they didn't know if they made the right decision. So it was acceptable to act how they were now. Glum, tired, confused and even upset. Everything they had worked so hard for had gone to a whole new and wrong level. What Sam brought to COWEL was wrong, and they seemed to be the only ones who saw it. Nobody else agreed with them, everyone else was with him, not them, their own leaders! They ran this part of COWEL, not Sam. He was an accessory to their plans, Evelyn's ancestor; it wasn't the other way around! "Hey babe…" Nathan said after they walked through the door. "Did you leave it unlocked?" The lock, he found it was unlocked.

"I presumed you just opened it." He just shook his head as a response. "It has to be housekeeping, don't worry about it." The room was dark. "Can you switch the light on?"

So he did, the small room flooding with light after a couple of flicks and revealing all. But not all they wished to see. "You really need to find a better place to keep your guns." Peter made them jump, sat in the corner of the room in the chair with a gun in his hand.

"Peter…" Evelyn smiled a little, thankful he was ok. "I'm so glad you're…" There was a growling, and Nathan stepped to the side as Tarka stepped out from a hidden spot beside the door, his teeth bore, his hackles raised and his eyes glowing Starnik green. What was this? Defiantly not a social visit seeing as he stood up and bore the gun in their direction. Her first thought was he was here to see them. Yeah, he was, just not in the way they were expecting. His face was of complete and utter seriousness, he was ready to pull the trigger.

"Where's Sam?" He asked demandingly. Nathan took his partner by the arm and stood between her and his son, but also remaining aware of Tarka stood behind them. This was the first time in a very long time they had feared their son, even more so a wolf!

"Son, just put the gun down." Nathan said calmly.

"You lost the right to call me your son when you wanted me to kill innocents." Peter spat. "Now tell me, where is Sam!"

"He's not here." Evelyn answered fearfully.

"Bullshit!" Tarka snarled, jumping onto the bed just beside them and making them jump again and flinch via his actions. "He wouldn't go anywhere without you. Why would he go and leave you here?"

"Because he's gone after your friends." She shouted, the tension building and Peter's finger becoming itching to pull the trigger.

"What do you mean? How would he know they've gone if you're tracking me?"

"Because we've been listening to everything you've been saying!" Nathan then shouted back. There was a moment of silence as both Peter and Tarka shared a look.

"How?" Peter asked curiously, this had to be a trick.

"While your friend was out and Sam was hurting you, we placed a microphone behind the wolf's ear. It's glued to his skin and so small it's hidden under his fur, so he wouldn't know it's even there unless he felt it with his own paw." Ok, this just got serious. Tarka felt the honesty pouring out of them, and he nodded to Peter to confirm it for him.

"We've got to warn them." Tarka said.

"How, they're in another country!" Peter growled frustrated.

"There's nothing you can do." Nathan then spoke. "Sam's gone to Idaho to stop them, he'll already be there before they even stepped foot off that plane."

"They're walking into a trap." Tarka came to the realisation. "We've got to do something or they'll be slaughtered!"

What could he do? Nothing, not unless he had a way of travelling two thousand miles in a few minutes. Sadly, the technology of today didn't allow that. Never had he been more mad and eager to pull a trigger in his life. Has anyone been this lustful to shot their own parents? Unlikely. But what was the point, this was not their fault. "Just fucking shoot them." Tarka growled. "It's their fault we're like this." It wasn't the look in their eyes that made him do it; it was because this wasn't going to change anything. He began to lower the gun; looks of relief came to his parent's face and disappointment on Tarka's. But that all changed when something came to mind and he raised it again.

"Give me my ring." He threatened. "Give it to me, now!" Evelyn scrambled to reach into her jacket pocket. Afterwards she presented it to him. He reached for it, taking it in his hand and holding it and her fingers doing so. "This is a warning, stay away from me or I will shoot you." He then ripped it out of her fingers and began to walk around him. But suddenly, Nathan grabbed his arm and Peter was quick to point the gun back at his head.

"You think we're still here because we want you?" He asked. "We're here because we want a new life." Did he really just hear that? He wanted to hear them say that for a long time. But no dream came be this good. "You can't change how we feel about some things, but we can change how we live around them."

"So?" Peter spat back.

"So…We're out of COWEL." Evelyn answered. "We want a life, not one that involves running and hiding. We… we want a life with you." He scowled and pulled his arm out from his father's arm.

"Then have that life, just keep me out of it." He threatened. "Tarka, get the door." His eyes settled for the first time since they walked in as he jumped up the door to open it. "If I see you near me again, then I WILL kill you." He then threw the gun on the bed and walked towards the door.

He expected what happened next. Tarka walked out and around the corner, and as soon as Peter stepped foot out her heard someone walk quickly. He looked back, witnessing his father wielding the same gun towards him. He didn't move, he didn't say anything as he pulled the trigger, nothing but a click coming out. He had removed and disposed of all the bullets for their weapons. This was why he had to get away; he didn't want a life where his parents tried to kill him nearly everyday. Now they had nothing that belonged to him to find him again, he could live away.

Now Rickie understood in that brief second how Aquila and Peter felt. He yelped loudly for a second before he too was on the floor and out cold for the next few hours. Aquila stood to the side, it all happened so fast. Jonah stood over his distant cousin, his eyes settling and returning to their normal brown, his breathing slowing as did his heart. Was this what things had come to now? Zapping his family like this to keep them safe? He found no pleasure in this, but it was for the best. Aquila watched as he looked down to his cousin sleeping soundly now. Was she next? They knew where to go, Rickie told them just before that once they reached this stream they had to follow it up where they'd come across a small tunnel, that's where he found his brother's body. Here on, Rickie was just in danger, so he saved him. "I'm sorry." Jonah whispered.

He the turned to his friend, hers eyes glazed over with fear and shock. These weren't the eyes of her best friend anymore she was looking into; these were the eyes of a wolf that had been changed against his will. His ancestors did this to him; they had turned him into this. "Jonah please." She begged. "You'll need my…"

"Can you help me move him?" He asked, a small smile appearing on his face afterwards. She was hesitant, but then she saw that he wasn't going to do anything to her. He knew that he'd need her. Together, they dragged him to a nearby bolt hole, his body just about big enough to slide inside. They had to expand it a little, but he'd be safe for now. There was a silence around them the entire time, she feared he'd do this to her next soon, he feared the awkwardness that he knew was beginning to shroud them. Rickie was well hidden after they were done, he'd be safe until this was all over and they came back for him. It was growing dark now, night very nearly had fallen and had very little light left to give. "Maybe we should find shelter; we can't do this at night." She just nodded.

But suddenly, there was a clap of lightening which struck a spot right before them. They had to clench their eyes from the amount of light and sound it emanated. This was no natural lightening however; there was not a cloud in the sky. When it came to an end, in the scorched part of the earth it created a very familiar she-wolf lay…seething and crying. She wept a little, a few little tears coming down her face as she held onto her left wrist. "Ow, ow, ow, ow." She tried to make it look better then it really was, trying to laugh through it. "Try and make it look funny for yourself." Her father's voice echoed in her mind. "It won't hurt as much that way." Nope, it wasn't working. "Ok…" She then began to cry a little more. "That hurt, ow…mom!"

"Woah, are you ok?" Aquila asked. The amount of times the two had seen her, this was the worst landing they've seen her perform.

"No, I…I landed on my paw, and… it really hurts." She cried and pushing herself up with her good paw. Bad idea, she fell again. Aquila just laughed a little to herself and walked towards her and helped her to sit up.

"There you go, take it nice and easy."

"Ha, you sound like my mo…woah." Her jaw hung loosely at the sight of Jonah and Aquila stood around her. The pain in her paw fading as a new thing caught her attention. But why? Why a reaction like this was the first time she had seen then. Why react as if they were giants?

"Wait?" Jonah chuckled. She quickly shook her head and remembered the pain in her paw.

"Nothing, I'm just surprised, that's all."

"Surprised about what?" Aquila asked.

"That it worked." She answered and trying not to look into her eyes. "It's the first time I've gone to the place I need to be on the first try." Both Jonah and Aquila gave each other a quick look of confusion. Maybe she was tired, she looked it.

"So what now?" Jonah then asked. "Where do we go?"

"Err…let me think." She waited a moment, trying to figure out the words to use. This was officially the strangest she's ever acted around them. She continued to lean against Aquila, her black and brown pelt grazing against Aquila's brown and white. "Oh…right. You need to get ready and head to the temple tonight. That's what they said."

"Who said?" Aquila asked curiously.

"My mom and dad." She answered. "Ah damn it; they said not to say that!" She then shouted.

"It's ok, it's ok." Aquila giggled and holding her more up right. "Everything's fine."

"But tonight?" Jonah asked. "It's going to be too dark to see."

"Don't beat the messenger." She responded. "Now step back, I need my mom to look at my paw."

"Just…be careful, ok, don't hurt yourself." Aquila cautioned and making sure she had her balance before letting her go and stepping back with Jonah. She closed her eyes and stood up, taking a deep breath in and waiting. Suddenly, just like earlier and always, lightening crashed down onto her. The two covered their eyes as the light seemed to just crash down onto her endlessly, it didn't even come down from the sky, more light she just turned into it. But then, adding more surprises to it, when it faded she still stood there. She exhaled loudly and growled angrily.

"God damn it!" She exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Jonah asked.

"I'm still working on how to get back. That's the only part I have to do, just go back home. But I always mess it up." She then whined and dropped her rear back down.

"You've never messed it up before." Aquila said. She then lifted her head up.

"Before? This is the first time I've come." What were they on about? She's never seen them before.

"I think you've been teleporting too much." Jonah replied. "Maybe you should just relax for a moment and then go.

"No!" She shouted. "I can't stay; I've got to get home." She was desperate, she was beginning to panic. They could see it flooding out of her like an aura, this wasn't good.

"Ok, just calm down." She was young, and Aquila seemed to know what to do. "Take deep breaths…wait, what's that?" It was then she saw something, something that she recognised. She stopped just in front of her.

"What's what?" The girl asked and looking behind her.

"That!" She asked and pointing to the red ribbon tied behind her long mane. She quickly moved away before Aquila could touch it and shuffled backwards.

"It's…It's nothing." She insisted nervously.

"No, I've seen that before." She placed her paw behind her head, feeling the ribbon tied behind hers.

"There are lots of ribbons out there; we've just got the same." She insisted. It was then that something caught Jonah's attention and decided to add to the interrogation as he stepped forwards.

"Then what's that?" He asked and pointing to her paw. She looked down to her left forepaw, quickly covering it from view with her bad one.

"It's just a birthmark." She answered. They had her on the ropes, she was starting to crack and they could see it. They wanted to know more about her. She seemed to know nearly everything about them, yet they knew nothing about her. How did she know so much.

"It's not just a birthmark." He grinned; he was so sure about it even thought he saw it for a second. He took her paw and gently lifted it after a small stare off between then started and finished. Underneath was her ordinary paw, along with three white claws and…two middle white ones. Only a select group of she-wolves had this birthmark, Jackie had it, her daughter had it, Jonah's mother had the same too. "You're a Starnik."

"No I'm not." She covered it again.

"But you've got powers, this is incredible." Aquila couldn't believe her eyes, all this time, she was a Starnik descendant. She had to have come from the same bloodline as Jonah if she was a teleport.

"Where are you parents? Has Henry been sending you?"

"No." She whined. "Please, just stop asking."

"Where did you come from?" Jonah continued. "There must be…" Aquila nudged him, stopping him and pointing out how upset she was becoming. Her eyes were welling with tears and she held back the sobs. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Please, just help me go home." She pleaded again, but now she began to cry. She's a supernatural, so unless upset was what triggered her power then she needed to calm down first.

"Shh…it's ok." Aquila said softly and wrapping her paws around the young adolescent. She cried into her chest fur quietly, her paw tucked in a she leaned into Aquila's chest. Jonah didn't understand, but now was a time to wait for her to calm down.

They waited, they had to have been for nearly ten minutes before she had quietened down but still had her head tucked under Aquila's chin. "Close." She whispered all of a sudden.

"What?" Jonah asked.

"My parents are close, you wanted to know." She muttered from her position.

"Can we walk to them?" Aquila wondered. "We'll take you there."

"But you've got the stop Sam." She sniffed and looking up to Aquila. "You've got to go and stop him before it's too late."

"That can wait for now." Aquila cooed and running a paw down her damp cheek. "How about you tell us your name? Maybe that'll make this easier." Why did she feel the young wolf's body tense up at the question? A bad thing to ask? But it was appropriate.

"You already know my name." She answered. "You gave it to me." She said and placing her head back against Aquila's chest. "You gave it to me the day I was born." Once again, both Aquila and Jonah looked at one another. Where was this headed? "My name's Layvah." She then said after a moment.

"What a lovely name." Aquila replied sweetly, but he face wasn't of that, still of complete confusion. "What does it mean?"

"You heard it from someone else." She sniffed while pushing Aquila away and sitting up straight. "You said it and they said it in another way. You called me "Lightening Girl", and in Dire Wolf, that mean "Layvah Mito"." Suddenly, in that moment they were in Alaska and she left without speaking to them. It was the moment where Natali spoke "Layvah Mito." It flashed before them, that memory that translated her name "Layvah Mito", Dire wolf for "Lightening Girl". "I like that name." She then continued. "I couldn't think of a better name."

"You say your mom and dad are close." Aquila said worryingly. Layvah only smiled and nodded.

"I'm standing right in front of them." She answered. "I don't teleport. I didn't just travel through time to this moment for the hell of it. I came because you told me to. I came because I wanted to see my mom and dad. And I got to."

"Wait, wait, wait…you mean…" Jonah stuttered, what was this?

"You're my mom and dad." She answered.

In that moment, in that split second, Jonah's world flipped upside down. Aquila was mutual; she couldn't understand what she was hearing. Their minds summarised it first. This girl standing before them, she had a power to travel through time, and she's come to see them, her parents. She is proclaiming all this without evidence. Well, other then as Starnik gene and power. But as they took her in, the saw more. Black fur from Jonah, along with the dark brown splodges across her body as well as a few lighter brown which must have been Aquila. She had a layer of white along her sides, the white of Aquila's underside perhaps? Then her eyes, grey, that of Aquila once more. Jonah plus Aquila…equals this!

No, he refused to believe this, he didn't want this, he wouldn't let it. Aquila however, woah…her mind was blown. She had feelings for Jonah for sure, but that! This had taken her perspective of him to a new level, her daughter, standing in front of them. Born from her, conceived by Jonah. She wanted to look at him, wanting to know what was going through his head. But she couldn't look in his eyes. "Say something." She suddenly said. "Are you mad?"

"I…err. Just…come here." Aquila opened her paws to her, and once again Layvah attached herself to her chest in an embrace. This felt so right, right now, it was natural. The bond between mother and child. She took this moment to look at Jonah, her gaze brave enough to do so and his also. They met for a moment, but neither aid or motioned to anything.

"You guys are so happy." Layvah then spoke up. "We all are."

"How did you get powers?" Jonah asked quietly, the shock of this still settling in.

"Don't you get it?" She asked as she let go of her mother. "You guys reactivated the Starnik gene." This was dumb founding. This can't possible, this can't be happening! "Supernatural blood was what kept the gene alive back then. A Starnik with power and a supernatural wolf was all that was needed to bring the gene back in this family. I have power, my children probably will too. That's what you told me anyway."

"Who told you?" Aquila asked.

"You did, mom." She smiled, her tail flipping around a single time as she did. She then turned to Jonah. "You told me everything dad." His eye widened. "Don't fight it, or else you won't be happy. You made it specific that I tell you that tonight."

"When did I tell you?" He gulped.

"Two months ago today." She answered. "When you got to see me and my brothers for a first time."

"Wait, how many of you are there?" Aquila asked partly shocked, partly wondering and partly happy.

"Just me and my two brothers, believe me, sometimes you'll wish you didn't have them." Layvah giggled. "I shouldn't have told you all of this; you're going to be real mad at me."

"Well…just tell me to go easy on you, ok?" Aquila laughed awkwardly. "Two months?" She then asked, remembering that part of what she just said.

"It was the happiest day of your lives." But suddenly she then gasped. "Wait…" She then shuffled backwards. "Happy." Aquila screamed and jumped back when a clap of thunder and a flash of lightening crash down onto her and right before her eyes. It was all of a sudden, she wasn't prepared for it to happen. It then cleared just as fast as it appeared, leaving behind all the evidence she usually did. All but one thing was different, the silence that Aquila and Jonah had never experienced around one another before. Sure they shared memories and experience of mating and stuff, but with one another was not one of them.

God knows how long they stood not looking sat one another in their spots. A minute, fifteen, hours?! But someone had to say something. "Do you…Shall we…"

"Let just find someplace to stay tonight." Jonah interrupted her. So he led the way.

He led her to cliff face where inside they found a small cave; this would be fine for the night. The only thing that wouldn't be is the emotions the two had. Never had they felt more apart from one another then now. All these years of being so close and now all of a sudden they were sitting back to back on the other side of the den from the other lost in their own thoughts. A daughter, made by both of them had come to them with two brothers somewhere else. A gift? In Aquila's eyes that's what it seemed to be. She dreamed of children one day, but with Jonah? "Jonah?" She asked, turning around to look at him. He was facing the den entrance, looking as if he was about to run out. "Can we talk please?"

"I wasn't sure what it was I was feeling." He replied and catching off guard by it. "Each time I looked at you or thought about you, my chest latched on to it and wouldn't let it go. I hated it, I wanted it to go." He then looked straight at her. "I've got feelings for you Aquila, but I don't know what to do about it."

"Don't fight it." She answered and walking over towards him. "Your own daughter told you that, our daughter. Jonah, that night you kissed me, I know it was for survival, but it felt right. Something changed in me, and it wasn't the heat, something made me think about you. The other night, I wanted to do something but I couldn't because I thought of you."

"What are you say?" He then asked.

"I think I love you Jonah." She answered, just as dumbfounded as he.

"I…think I…" He turned away from her, it felt so right to say, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. It was disgusting, his best friend. "We can't do this Aquila, it's wrong."

"What if it's not though?" She insisted. Man, she sounded so begging. "What if this was supposed to happen? Believe me, I didn't want it to at first, but I can't help the way I feel. It grosses me out too you know."

"Then why aren't you fighting it?"

"Because a very clever little girl we both know told us not to, otherwise it hurts and makes things harder."

"But it already hurts Aquila, to know that I love my best friend that I've know for a long time. It just…"

"Why are you making excuses?" She interrupted him now. "You saw what I did; we have a daughter in the future and two sons. Don't you want that?" He looked away from her again. "I don't know about you, but I do. Maybe things won't turn out like they are in her time now, but things can still work out." She then came to his side. "I love you Jonah, believe it or not, but I do."

"I love you too." He snapped.

"Then what's stopping us?"

"This is." He pointed to a spot between them. "What we had before, it's too valuable to lose."

"Jonah…" She then said calmly. "You wanted a friend, and that's what I've been. You'll want a family some day and I'm going to give you a daughter and two sons. Can't you see that this is supposed to happen and be? It's our destiny. Can't you see that if she came to us now, that everything with Sam and COWEL will be fine. We'll live and have that family Jonah."

"I've learnt enough about my family to know that things can always change." He responded. "Not everything can happen the way we want it."

"Then we can at least try." She placed her paw on his. He looked down to it before up into her grey eyes. "Don't fight it Jonah, I've tried so hard not to, you can do it too. I don't know what happens to us in the future, if we get married, if it takes longer then we planned for that family, or whatever! But if we die tomorrow, then tonight needs to be worth it. If this is my last night on his earth then I don't want it to go to waste. For one night…why can't you just stop fighting and give in. For this one night, why can't you be…a mate to me?"

He was disgusted and he yanked his paw away. "I'm sorry." He shook his head. "But I can't." He didn't say another word as he then stood up and walked outside.

Aquila couldn't believe herself; she sounded so begging, so pleading for it. But she couldn't believe Jonah. She turned around and sat down, a tear ready to fall.

He stopped at the sound of her first weep, his ear turning back to listening to her crying. It was wrong, but it felt right. It was disgusting, but it was inevitable. It can't be done, yet it was destiny. He and Aquila were going to have a family in this life apparently. These feelings, so what if they were caused by a means of survival. This wasn't right now, this was a neutral place. They were safe; they could do as they wished. The evens matched the odds. Each time he thought of a reason not to, he always came back to a reason to stop fighting, and then some more. Why did he have to fight it? What drove him to this? To make his friend cry, to deny her a family, a life of happiness and love. Was this supposed to happen?

She felt like a whore, a God damn slut who just wanted to mate and have a family. This wasn't heat talking; this was her own personal wants and desires. This wasn't fair, her life wasn't being fair. It was throwing up all over her and making sure she hated it. She gets teased by her daughter coming to her, telling her what a life her future has in store of her, only for the supposed father of her children to now hate her. If so, then what was that touching her back?

Jonah came up behind her, his paw resting on her shoulder. She stopped crying, but refused to meet his gaze. "Jonah? What are you doing?" He walked around beside her, using his paw to take off her feathers Henry gave her and place them to the side. What was he doing? What was that look in his eye she had never seen before? He then walked around her, sitting right behind her to the point she could feel his breath on her neck, causing her back hairs to stand on end at the chills it sent down her spine. She then felt both his paws on her neck, fiddling with the ribbon on the back of her head before setting them with the feathers.

She turned around, finally meeting with those eyes of his that she either came to hate or love. What did she feel now? Her eyes were glazed with innocence, Jonah's of forgiveness and want. What was this strange behaviour? He leaned over to her and began to nuzzle her neck affectionately. Her eyes involuntarily fluttered at the touch, she was certain she knew what this was. Then she felt him kiss her neck, a small gasp of shock escaping her as he did so and kissed her up her neck. Her back was still to his chest; her head turning back to face the front and lifted into the air at the experience. The he kissed the corner of her mouth, their position not allowing him to go much further. This triggered something that caused her to spin her body around, once again freezing as their eyes locked on one another. They crossed muzzles, her forepaws resting on his shoulders as his rested on her waist. "For a night?" He whispered, continuing to look her in the eye while their muzzles still crossed one another's. "Why not a life time?" She leaned down and then across, catching the side of his lips with hers. He completed the movement, turning his head to catch hers and pull her closer. The fight was over.

A night of love, a night of ecstasy occurred in the hours to come. They tossed and turned as their intimacy grew into the night, Jonah eyes rapidly glowing with the arousal coursing through his body. The rolling, the turning, the kissing, the lifting, thrusting and grinding, the occasional bite and small scratch, the playfulness of it all, twisting and turning, moaning and groaning, push and pulling, urges satisfying. The pauses in-between, the great amount of pleasure and heat that erupted between them, the build ups of love, the thrusting, the grinding, the moaning and groaning, all adding to…releasing.

Three hours since the start, the den scented of nothing but their love and occurrences. Aquila was asleep, curled into a ball in the back of the stone cave, her fur in a complete mess and feeling full and satisfied. Happy most of all. Jonah was awake, he couldn't and wouldn't sleep. He sat beside her, staring down at her beauty, running a paw down her side as she slept. He then stood, walked to her head and leaned down, kissing her cheek delicately before whispering. "I love you. Take our life with you and keep them safe." He kissed the corner of her mouth a second time before looking to the den mouth. "I'll keep my family safe." He said before dashing out.

Man, this took ages to write! I struggled a lot to write this, so forgive me for the many errors i'm sure you saw. I'm not sure If any felt maybe things were too rushed, because I'm not too sure. But then I couldn't add anything in-between because A: I had nothing and B: because it didn't sound right. But nether-the-less, here it is and I hoped you enjoyed it.

For the guest who reviewed about another story Idea, I know i said that i'm not planning another story, and I still stand by that, but have been thinking, would you like to? I give you my full permisson to write it yourself and use and add any characters you like. Just make sure if you publish it just say where the idea came from please for your sake. I know you reviewed as a guest, but maybe you should try writing your own stories? It's loads of fun.

Until next time guys. :D

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