Warning- NOT FOR YIMs.

Into the Light
Chapter 3
[Blood Healing]

For the sixth night, alpha wolf Daryl lead his newly gained pack out for their nightly training run. With the wind caressing his fur and the jewel encrusted midnight sky above his head, nothing can ruin this night.

Except for thinking about that little blond twit… that Rogue.

A frustrated growl bubbled up his throat at the mere thought of her. The image of her heady, lusty gaze and her intoxicating, sultry scent has not left his thoughts since the moment he ran out of that cemetery. Something drew him to go as far as he did… maybe it was her defiant attitude, her milky white skin, or the pull he felt in his wolf. Whatever it was, he needed to stay away.

No exceptions.

Rutting with the night creature may endanger his entire pack. And that was something he didn't want to risk. He had to protect his pack—whatever he felt towards that blood sucker was not as important as their safety.

It was what Merle would've wanted.

The thought of his deceased brother, the previous alpha male, gave him the energy to bury his thoughts of the nightwalker. He must protect the pack, for Merle's sake. Throwing his head back, he belted out a might howl. Around him, his pack yipped and howled in response, eager to please.

His alpha female, Carol, a slender salt and pepper wolf sped up next to him.

'Where to, little brother?'

The beauty of the shifters, they were able to communicate with each other telepathically after one has passed the Rites of Spirits and completed the blood ritual with the entire pack. It was their form of a higher communication level that differentiated shifters from normal wolves.

'Patrol the perimeter of our lands in the north end. I'll take the teens to the south and you take the rest,' a deep rumble echoed from his throat as he thought of the adolescent shifters. They were young, rambunctious, arrogant and unexperienced.

With a howl, Carol redirected four wolves to follow her and three remained with him. The southern end borders with the humans, who in most cases posed no threat. To the west of them was a large raging river that protected that side. The northern side of their land bordered with another pack, Carol's old pack. In these dangerous times, shifters had to band together or they will be picked off one by one. The east….

The east was where Merle died, where the Rogues must past through to go either north or south undetected by humans. Covered with treacherous mountain ranges, steep slopes and mudslides, the eastern part of his territory is protected against humans, but not the Rogues.

The Rogues is as what they sound. They had no rules and no honor. They lived as they wished, killed as they wanted and harmed as many as they could. Merle died protect their pack from three vampyr Rogues. His youngest son wandered too far into the eastern territory on one of their nightly runs and was attacked from behind. Ambushed.

Their pack was fifteen strong. Now, eleven remained. They had lost four brave shifters that night, including their Alpha Male Merle. Four too many.

The threat of the Rogues grow day by day as frustrated vampyrs, dragos and shifters join the hellspawns in their plight to plunge the world into total chaos, to extinguish the entire human race. For their problems lay with them.

Before the strength of Humans grew, the arcane races lived with relative peace amongst each other all over Europe… or so that's how the legend goes. As humans began to advance, they discovered the power of the Arcanes. As they grew, the humans pushed the Arcane's limitations further and further until one day… they demanded total supremacy over all the races. When the leaders refused the mankind's demands, as spiteful creatures, the humans began their mass genocide of all arcane races.

There were hundreds of different types of Arcanes , and now… only the Drago, Vampyr, Shifters and Hellspawn remained. Banding together during the First Great War, they were able to nearly extinguish the humans. They begged for mercy as the last of their keeps fell.

Vampyr and the Hellspawn denied their pleas and massacred everyone within the few remaining keeps. The Drago and Shifters granted humans their freedom and made all of them to vow to never speak of the Arcanes but in storybooks and folktales.

The Vampyr and Hellspawn clashed with the Drago and Shifters over the fate of the humans. Once great allies, now enemies divided and raged their own private wars.

And now, Daryl and his pack lived amongst the beginnings of the Second Great war.

Daryl couldn't bear to see his niece, nephews, his brother's mate and their pack suffer more than they already had. There was a way to end the war even before it starts, and Daryl was going to find it. But first, in order for him to leave for an extended period of time, he must train the teens properly to defend their home if he wasn't around.

Tonight was a night as good as any.

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"Ugh… Jules, hush up!" Beth tossed a pillow lazily at her furry companion. Jules, her black furred cat had been meowing nonstop for the past hour at the entrance of her cat tunnel that led above ground. She had been pacing relentlessly for as long as she was meowing.

Beth was tired of it. She hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep in for the past six nights—all thanks to a certain canine. Alpha wolf technically. When she was slept, she dreamt of him… every… single… time. Tonight was the night she was finally able to fall asleep without thinking or dreaming of him for even a second.

Half an hour later, Jules woke her up—and kept her awake.

"Okay, I give up! What? What is it Jules?!" She tossed the blankets off of her exasperatedly and stalked over to her cat.

"I can't understand cat meows. You're going to have to show me, kitty." She gave Jules a good scratch behind her ears.

On command, Jules leaped up into her cat tunnel and made her way up the surface.

With a tired sigh, Beth doubled checked the time, one in the morning, before wrapping a cotton bathrobe around her and headed towards the main door of her home. Her home was uniquely designed just for her. Courtesy of Rick of course. With his help, they built her home in the middle of the cemetery that protected her from the vampyr, thirty feet underground.

Above ground—and to the humans—it looked like the entrance of a burial crypt. While it certainly is, on the bottom of the stairs laid a stone coffin and the works. Of course, and the secret entrance only she and Rick knew about. A series of bricks against the east wall on the west wing of the crypt needed to be pressed in a certain order, a passcode, which activates a palm scanner. Which then of course, opens the concealed door to her home. The blessings of technology.

Making her way to the top of the stairs, Beth pressed her ear against the cool wood of the door. Precautionary measures, in case a human was visiting a deceased love one—it would do her no good to reveal her place of sanctuary.

Not a sound was heard through the door. With a push of the door, she welcomed the night air brushing against her skin.

She scanned around the cemetery to find Jules, but what she found… what she smelled was something unexpected.

Blood.

His blood.

Something within her panicked, urged her to look around for him. As fast as her speed can take her, she raced to the strongest concentration of blood she scented.

Save him.

As if it felt like it took an eternity, she finally found his body at the western edge of the cemetery—a pool of blood surrounded his naked flesh.

"Hey… hey, wake up!" She knelt beside him, shaking him in hopes that maybe, just maybe he wasn't laying at her feet on the brink of death. Though in reality, this was exactly the case. He gave her no response, not even a groan of pain. Even in the dark of the night, she could see his skin was far paler than what she remembered. He had been attacked, ambushed even. In the dead of the night, they were not safe left in the open even if they were within the cemetery.

With her mind made up, Beth pulled one of his arms over her shoulder to bear on his weight and raced towards the safety of her home. She could smell vampyr on him, three of them. She saw Jules leap into her cat tunnel, eager to return to their home.

It was times like these Beth was glad she was half vampyr—sort of, all the perks of being a vampyr without the weaknesses. She was able to carry the nude alpha wolf into her burial crypt, through the winding tunnels and into her home with relative ease, despite her fatigued physical state. Being half human, she needed sleep to replenish her energy just as humans do. It wasn't a downside to being a dhampir, in fact, she loved the sensation of waking up from a beautiful slumber.

She eased the bleeding shifter onto her bed before grabbing clean towels from her bathroom and pressing several against the largest two gashes on his chest. With a large body towel, she raced back to the entrance of the crypt to wipe up the trail of blood that was left behind. It would do them both ill if someone were to follow that trail.

It didn't take long until she returned to his side again. Now in an illuminated room, she saw just how bad his condition was. These vampyr, whoever they were, attacked to kill. She could smell the venom oozing out with his blood, preventing him from healing.

Save him.

A whisper echoed around her. Beth looked around to find no one around her, except for the bleeding shifter and Jules, looking at her with curious yellow eyes. What was that?

The shifter on her bed wheezed, as if he was struggling to breath. Beth snapped out of her stupor and leaped into action. She grabbed all the bandages she had from her first aid kit and began wrapping his lacerations around his torso, legs and arms. Everywhere. Despite her quick speed aided with her inhuman strength, it only took minutes for him to saturate the clean bandages. Rebandaging him would be futile and a waste of time.

It was the vampyr venom that kept him bleeding—she didn't have the antidote. There isn't one… only death is left for him. Unless…

Unless she gave him her blood. The thought made her cringe. She had given blood once… to one of her previous suitors who had been wounded during a fight with a band of Drago. She almost died… the vampyr nearly drained her dry if it weren't for her half-sister. Since then, she never gave blood… except now.

It may be the only way to save him. Though she didn't have the antidote to vampyr venom, she could help his body expel the toxin with her blood. Vampyr venom doesn't work on against vampyr—dhampir in her case.

Though she dreaded the thought of it, she wasted no time biting into her right wrist, tearing into her soft flesh. Crimson blood poured from the bite, positioning her wrist over his lips, she watched her blood drip into his mouth.

She saw his eyelashes flutterer with movement, his throat bobbed as he swallowed his life saving fluid—but he remained unconscious. Before long, her expedited healing sealed up the bite, forcing her to bite into her flesh once more.

Five minutes had passed, the shifter remained still. His lips parted, eager to receive more blood. Beth checked on his wounds, to her dismay, they were still actively bleeding. A part of her marveled at how much this one shifter can bleed and still be alive. This man was determined to live, and she was determined to save him—though she doesn't know why. It was something she felt compelled to do.

Yanking her bathrobe off of her, she eased herself next to him, careful not to sit or disturb his injuries. She tucked a hand under his neck while the other coaxed his canines to lengthen by scraping her soft fingertips against them. After they lengthened, she leaned against him, exposing the soft flesh above her breast, below her collarbone to his fangs. Gently pushing his head against her chest, she pushed down against him.

She gasped sharply as his canines sank into her flesh; his lips subconsciously suckled her skin as he drank from her. A wave of euphoria washed over her as his slick tongue stroked her flesh for blood. A shiver washed over her body as the scent of his blood became increasingly erotic to her, causing her vision to swim around her. An eager moan escaped her lips when she felt him with draw his canines only to sink them higher on her chest, closer to her neck.

She clenched her thighs together as sweet pulses began to radiate from her feminine core, she could feel the slickness of her heat growing wetter. Her breaths came out in shallow pants; her hands were now gripping at his shoulders, stabilizing herself to the best of her abilities as he drank his fill. She had no idea why her body was reacting the way it is… The only other time she gave blood, nothing but fear and apprehension griped her—not euphoria and lust.

Her fingers began tingling; her swimming vision became turbulent and nauseating. She was losing too much blood, much too quickly. She made a weak effort to detach herself away from him, only to earn a disapproving growl from her shifter.

The rumbles of his growl vibrated against her stomach, radiating through every nerve of her body. She arched her back reflexively, her stomach pinning against his chest, she breathed out a sultry moan.

Another growl rumbled off his chest, as if commanding her to stop moving. Despite her judgment, despite the fact she wanted to push him away from her, her body obeyed his order for submission as if she was his to begin with. She felt his fingers flex and grip at her hips, whether it was out of reflex or if he was regaining consciousness, she didn't know.

Suddenly, she was thrown down onto the bed, her hips pinned down with his.

Lusty golden speckled blue eyes stared at her. That was her answer—he was awake. Sort of. He didn't say a word though his eyes focused on her. His lips twitched as another growl rippled through her body, sending delightful waves from her head to her toes.

A part of her wondered if she was hallucinating from the blood loss. Was it even possible for a shifter to recover from vampyr venom so quickly? Her breaths came in shallow pants, eager to know what'll happen next. As if reading her thoughts, her shifter nuzzled the left side of her neck with his nose, his lips caressing her skin on occasions.

His rough fingers danced across the bare skin of her stomach, finally stopping at hip. Subconsciously, she felt his hand rubbing the cotton material of her panties, as if conflicted on what that piece of clothing was—or how to take it off. With a frustrated sigh, her shifter ripped the flimsy fabric into two with a jerk of his arm, exposing her wet core to him.

She held her breath as he fondled on the patch of blonde curls above her silk folds. He hummed appreciatively when she gasped as he dipped a finger into her wet core.

Beth mewled as he pumped his finger in her, surprising herself she arched her body against him, grinding her hips against his hand. A harsh growl sounded from his throat just before he ripped his hand away and plunged something thicker, bigger into her slick core. His fangs sank deep into the junction of her neck, drawing her hot blood into his awaiting lips.

She cried out in shock as a mind numbing wave of both pleasure and pain washed over her, her clit pulsated in sheer ecstasy. Just the sensation of being stretched to her limit with his heady cock, pushed her over the edge. Her mouth parted in a silent scream as she rode out her orgasm, her inner walls spasmed around his thick length as she came.

Her hands fought their way out of his grip and from underneath his crushing body and found their way to the back of his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Her fangs lengthened, her body needed to replenish the blood. With her shifter pumping into her heat, she didn't want to push him off of her.

She wrapped her long, lean legs around him, making him plunge deeper into her, hitting a most sensitive spot in the back of her core. Quivering with the need for blood and another release, Beth bent her head forward and brushed her lips against his jugular. Panting, she caught her breath as best as she could before she too, plunged her fangs deep into his vein, drinking the blood seeping from the puncture.

Her shifter snarled and retracted his teeth from her skin and pounded harder into her with renewed passion. Their body bounced on top of the blood covered mattress, the headboard of the bed collided noisily against the cement paved walls of her home.

She drank in his thick blood, licking all around the punctures not wanting to waste even a drop. Her shifter slipped an arm behind her neck, while another gripped at her hips. Without warning, he crushed his body against her, still continuously thrusting into her in a frenzy. His thick curls of hair and flesh rubbed against her swollen clit, making her clench her walls tightly around him as he milled into her.

With a gratifying cry, Beth tossed her head back as she became unraveled around him, her clenching muscles pushed him into ecstasy as he finally spilled his seed deep into her awaiting womb.

Breathless and covered in sweat, Beth was unable to collect her thoughts with his thick heat still buried deep within her. His heated, heavy body covered over her small body quickly slipping into a deep slumber. She didn't mind the weight, in fact, she felt protected and warm beneath him. Her hooded, tired eyes skimmed over his shoulders and arms, and noticed the bandages hadn't bleed through—his wounds were finally sealed.

Within seconds of that thought, she too, slipped into a dreamless sleep, lulled by the soothing wave of his breathing against her frame and the thought that her shifter, will live another night.

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J.R. – Lol, bloody sex anyone? Like I said, smutty half vamp and wolf shifter sex… and with a lot of blood exchange. To clarify, arcane blood has purifying/healing abilities. Thus, the whole drinking the blood thing. They're magic—they defy all logic. So… there.

Anyway, has anyone picked up anything yet? :P Lots of secrets to be revealed. I'm not going to say what. There's more to come, stay tuned!

Thanks for reading, please review!