Wolves


Tell me your name boy, before you leave…

Leave? Ronan creased his brow in curiosity. He shook his head, I'm not leaving. He said, looking at Wismar, without emotion but with a purpose. He'd push him now. This was the moment he'd waited for. He'd carried Senessa around the room, held her up on his shoulder so she could look out the large window. In its frame, the fields spread out to the forest running to the edge of the mountains and up to the bright blue skies. The edge of his voice sent chill across Wismar's body, and what do you think…. his voice went silent, you wouldn't dare…he raised his voice, choking on the audacity of the boy. His body strained at the thought, clenching his fist tight. If you…

Wismar recognized her and with it, all that was hers to get would be given. It was an old agreement between the powers of the old days. Wolves, vampire, humans and the growing church of the one god. They'd come together after centuries of battle. And created the rules of their society.

To the outside world, an undefined queen had gathered an army and taken what she wanted. And unfortunately for Wismar, it was a very large fertile chunk of his kingdom. A single phrase would seal this deal. It would no longer be his. It was a guarantee that had to be in the contract or the Queens would not have signed it.

In the room, standing behind him, two queens to witness it. and wolves to reaffirm it. the air around him trembled as his fury seeped out from within him. "you have no standing to make any claim…" Wismar nodded with confidence.

The queen needed to make the claim herself, or an advocate. Some one of standing within her ranks. This human boy couldn't be, because to give him authority she would've bitten him.

I'm her advocate…. Ronan said, tilting his head. Liar…. you're human and…

Ronan slipped open his collar. She's been sleeping by my throat. Do you really think she wouldn't have taken something? something so close to feed her starved little body.

Youre not a vampire boy…. i would be able to smell it. Wismar lips curled. Ronan pulled the collar showing the two bite marks along the edge of his neck.

Impossible!

Anastasia? Ronan asked.

It's true…she nodded, "I witnessed it…I don't know why or how but she bit him.

No, no, no…. Wismar violently shook his head, this will not happen, I will… Ronan spoke, the air that I breath….

Stop it boy…or I will kill you where you stand. I can't, he said, looking coldly at Wismar, or well, I don't want too. All that my eyes see…

Anastasia, queen of the four kingdoms. You'd better step in or….

And the ground that I stand is mine if I command….

Wismar lowered his head, raised his eyes and burned holes into the boy…. if you say it.


Ronan looked over to the wolves, standing in front of the door to the store room. they already crouched. Their eyes steeled. The rumors of her scarred starved little body drew them close to a simmering rage. Scars meant nothing to wolves. Many had them from battle and imprisonment. It was proof they survived. But to a vampire, it was imperfection. A mark that said she wasn't strong enough.

Anastasia would you like to have an alliance. He said calmly as if in passing. Her head popped up, her eyes excited at the unexpected question. Go on…she said.

Under the alliance I asked that you protect Senessa until the kingdom is setup…that the border of our two kingdoms begin here. Ronan said.

Anastasia looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. With the alliance, it meant Senessa could be and would spend a lot of time at the castle. She felt Wismar glaring from the corner of his eyes. She nodded.

She'd gotten what she wanted most. The moment she saw the waif like queen, she wanted her. And to extend her kingdom following in the footsteps of her mother. The four kingdoms had never lost only gained land in battle.

I command it.


Wismar lowered his head as he crouched, his body radiated a heat that only hell could rival. Everything belonged to Senessa with a simple phrase. His bloodshot eyes bulged outward. He'd lost it…the fertile lands and the queen he should take and eventually kill…all of it…. gone…. the muscles in his jaws tremored, his back teeth cracked.

Unable to hold nor control the fury of the wolf. He quick shifted. His black eyes turned a dark red. His muscles expanded, tufts of hair rose as the seams of his uniform split, his head snapped, large wolves' ears reached for the ceiling, his muzzle pushed out in a horrendous crunching of bone and ligaments. Shoulders, biceps bulged as his finger cracked and stretched. The process painful to watch and experience. In a blink of an eye, he was a large hulking wolf.

The wolf appeared, rage, fury joined in malice, its eyes filled only with the boy's death. Filling the room with the sound of his horrific voice. Without warning, he turned his body throwing his right hand out in an arc for a fatal strike at the boy. Suddenly hitting a wall. His arm stopped, his shoulder and biceps trembled as seizures raced down his massive arm, his fingers outstretched clawing nothing. Wismar gained control of the wild wolf, of himself. He glanced at his right hand, underneath the bottom of his palm, the small of his wrist just before forearm he saw the boy's hand gripping it, knuckles turned red and then white as Ronan resisted Wismar's strength.

Wismar, in full wolf, leaned his head forward, his hot breath blowing across Ronan's face. Ronan let a small grin appeared and then. Tap, tap, tap. a small dull noise of metal against his teeth.

Wismar's eyes fluttered, tilting his head to look. Ronan's arm raised, running his eyes down from his shoulder, he spotted the gleaming black metal of a 50 caliber wolf special in his hand, the edge of the barrel in his mouth, swallowed his saliva as he realized what it happened.


He should've been quicker… No, he was. No one could be as quick as him. The human boy stood no chance against a brood male wolf at close range. At a distance with Automatic weapons or explosive devices yes… They had a chance but this close. No chance. He was quicker… he remembered the gashes and scratched on the boy's armor.

But the boy gripped his wrist, holding it tight as Wismar added pressure. The tips of his claws close enough to imagine his skin shredding underneath his nails.

Ronan remained calm, expressionless. Experienced. Wismar knew it. this boy was different. He sniffed the boy hoping to get a hint. The movement to his sudden attack, the battle armor and its damage said everything to him. He needed to hear what it was saying. Another sniff. He's not a wolf and not a vampire. he smelled human, but this strength told him he couldn't be.

Wismar squeezed his eyes tight, deep lines grew dark along his fur covered forehead, his thick ears pulled forward. More, I need more…. he demanded. The deep rolls along his forehead moved backwards as his ears dropped back against his head. you're a hybrid, boy….


A hybrid. A human and a wolf bred to create the perfect wolf. Human on the outside, wolf on the inside. Not a normal wolf but a brood male. It was a theory developed long ago by vampires. When they controlled and bred wolves as nothing more than watch dogs. Used as warriors during the days of expanding the vampiric empires. They would smell like a human. They'd hoped for them to infiltrate another kingdom and then attack once inside. But when it had been done, they proved too violent, independent and uncontrollable. So, they were hunted down and killed.


Ronan shook his head, sorry…I'm all human." He said, seeing the look in the wolf's eyes. Been tested…

Wismar let out a long breath, it ran over the barrel of the gun, down Ronan's arm. But Ronan didn't care. He stared at him, waiting for his next move. Wismar running the last few moments through his mind. The boy hadn't killed him yet…what could he do to get the advantage. He wasn't about to let a human boy get the best of him. His jaws tightened, slobber drenched the corner of his mouth. Thinking it over.

As he had swung his right arm, Ronan took to the inside, tapping his hand out of the way and wrapped his fingers around Wismar's wrist, ducking his body forward to the left and leaned towards him and the same time, his other hand snatched one of the 50 calibers from behind his back and pointed it as Wismar shifted into his full wolf, opened his mouth to deliver a fatal bite. But it was because his wolf caught the black blur of the large bore weapon, it stopped before Wismar took control. it desires to live was stronger than its desire to kill. All of this, in less than a blink of an eye. Something that caught all of them in the room, except for the boy holding the large black fifty caliber wolf special automag.

Wismar would not be surprised had Anastasia interfered, even the one called Mikoto Misaka. But this simple weak human boy...

Ronan grinning, wiggled his eyebrows, letting the barrel of the revolver lie on Wismar's tongue and sighed confidently. "Two things…" Ronan said. One… I need you right now. It is my wish to stand on Senessa's left while you stand on her right and introduce her to the wolf Senate." He nodded, the corners of mouth getting a little bigger, but… I can be pretty selfish, I am willing…" Ronan spoke looking into Wismar's thinned eyes, he could see the hate he had for him. "To take the second option." Ronan leaned a little closer and spoke just above a whisper. "I can blow your head off… Since you're in this form, your body will stay that way. And it will be more impressive. I can then take your head, mount it on a pike, put it on a wolf drawn chariot, holding it high above me with a big smile while I drag your body behind it. Through the capital of Mecklenburg right up to the doorsteps of the castle and claim everything…like they did in the old days" He said, nodding his head as he raised his eyebrows, "what do you think about that?" He smiled maliciously, tapped his tongue with the heavy barrel.

Ronan raised his head, pulled his shoulders back, "step back, change… Or this boy will blow you away." He said in a musical tone, dragged the barrel out of his mouth, tapped his fangs as a parting gift "now…" The boys voice turned serious as he spoke above a whisper. Wismar's ears twitched, hearing the tone changed, relaxed his right arm. Ronan let it go as Wismar changed. "You'll regret this boy." He said, rubbing his wrist with his other hand and moving his head right to left as a change back to human.

Ronan peaked at Anastasia. She was talking to Mikoto, who looked upset.

"Thanks…" He said sarcastically. "You're welcome." Anastasia said in a defiant tone, holding Mikoto, looking over her shoulder, "it's obvious… You didn't need my help… Jerk! She said, sounding pissed. A little disappointed even. "I might have…" Ronan whispered, your royal jerkness." He murmured.

Wismar changed back to his human form, his shredded uniform hung loosely to his flushed body. Small noticeable waves of heat rose through the torn fabric of his uniform. his damp hair clumped messily to his head, and his thick beard glistened with slobber. "what's your name boy..." he said again, barely holding up his shoulders as the weight of what had just happened pulled down on them.

What's in a name…" Ronan said, tilting his head, looking over as Mikoto wiped her eyes as she stepped away from Anastasia. "what's in a name…Mikoto Misaka.?" Mikoto looked up, her cheek flushed, eyes glisten, at Ronan. "jerk" was her first response. "how should I know!" she thinned her eyes, shooting him a glare.