Chapter Four- Pack Sister

"The senses become enhanced after just the first full moon night?" Kisara asked the next morning.

Isis smiled at her. "Yes, they do. I was bitten by Mahad a week before the full moon. I had loved him from afar for quite some time before approaching him and confessing. I had also been suspicious of him insisting on daytime only meetings. So, I was angry when I learned why and we argued about him being so secretive since we loved one another. My accusations hurt him emotionally and in his hurt and anger, he bit me. Since he was pureblood, I transformed immediately as you did. I, however, was furious at being bitten. Mahad regretted his action and we did not speak or interact with each other until the full moon was over. I had become fascinated with my senses after the first moon and Kalim and Shada were informative in how to control them.

"Mahad and I talked after the moons. He repeatedly apologized for biting me and said he would understand if I no longer loved him. I told him that I wasn't mad at him anymore and still loved him. The pharaoh blessed us as mates that night. It was discovered that I have the gift of foresight and occasionally have visions. My gift prompted the pharaoh to appoint me to his court."

"Isis, could you assist me in controlling my senses tomorrow? I don't fell that Seto would be helpful in that, being a pureblood."

"I would be happy to help. Just let me say that there is no difference between purebloods and the bitten. We are all werewolves, one large pack. A family, really."

Kisara perked up at that. "I never really had a family."

"You do now. What do you say we meet them properly? They'll be able to identify you by scent these next three nights."

"Okay." Kisara followed Isis into the city, feeling a connection to the older woman. Both had been human and both bitten by the one who became her mate. She trusted Isis as well as the pharaoh and the court. She notice that during the day, Atem was called pharaoh but alpha at night. It made sense as the wolf leader is called the alpha.

The citizens were as friendly as before and she saw their noses flaring before expressing surprise and happiness that she had been bitten and was now Seto's mate. They said that Seto deserved such a lovely mate and some hoped to see her again tonight. She felt warm and happy to be accepted by them and not feared. It was a wonderful feeling.

"Isis," Kisara said as they headed back to the palace. "If we are actual wolves, how do you know of what goes on?"

"We become aware the following morning. I suspect that we know what we're doing on an unconscious level as our minds are rather simple as wolves." She smiled at the pale look on Kisara's face. "I know the idea of thinking like an animal sounds awful, but it protects us from being hunted by humans. Only vampires would know we're werewolves."

Bakura snarled at the whimpering humans huddled in the cell. Their sounds annoyed him. Okay, maybe capturing humans was a bad idea. "Silence!" he hissed and the whimpers faded. "You will all die either tonight or the next two, so accept it and be quiet." He stalked from the room and passed a guard. "Organize everyone so that all can get at least enough blood to survive."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Bakura strolled outside to a starry sky and the moon rising. He had always loved the night as it made committing crimes easier back when he was human. The previous king had been impressed when he heard of Bakura's skills and decided to turn him. He eagerly accepted it as it was better than dying and he enjoyed drinking the blood of humans. He didn't like the weaknesses he had, not to mention having to deal with werewolves while they were wild.

I prefer to find my prey instead of holding them captive. Their whimpers and moans made it hard to sleep as the cell was near my coffin. Bakura sprinted out into the desert to find a human and drain him or her. I think I will try to kill a werewolf while I'm out. Perhaps I can reduce their numbers by myself and do so gradually over every full moon. If I kill one a night, that's three a month. Yes, that'll do for now.

Kisara stood at Seto's side who, in turn, stood behind the pharaoh as did the rest of the court. The sky was black with night, the moon yet to rise. She felt prepared for her change to a wild wolf. She knew she would have sharper senses in the morning and that Isis would coach her on them. All I have to deal with now is thinking like a wolf.

The moon began to rise and Atem gave a howl, his eyes already gold. He heard the howls of his subjects before instantly changing, his mind following suit. His nose flared as he took in the scents of those behind him. One scent was unfamiliar and he whirled around, growling at the source, a female. She tucked her tail, folded her ears, and laid flat on her belly, whining. He sniffed her and caught a whiff of another wolf on her paw. She is mated to a pack member. He ceased growling and gave a couple of barks to say he accepted her as a pack member. She stood up, tail still tucked. The male beside her nuzzled a cheek and licked it, bringing her tail out from between her legs.

Atem heard his stomach gurgle and turned his attention to food. He would check out the new female later, he was hungry and wanted to hunt. He howled before sprinting out of the city and into the desert, his pack also spreading out to hunt and do what wolves do.

Kisara changed into a wolf again and her mind shifted into a wolf's mind. The male beside her had a mate and judging from his behavior toward her she had to be that mate. She saw a male in front of her, his back to them. He exuded such confidence and she instinctively knew he was the alpha, her alpha.

The alpha suddenly turned around and growled at her. She immediately took a submissive position. She didn't know why he was angry with her, but wanted to show she was no threat. She saw his nose flare and his growls faded away into two barks that said he recognized her as part of his pack. She stood but kept her tail tuck to show she was still submissive. The male beside her nuzzled her cheek and licked it. The gestures brought her tail up as the alpha turned, howled, and sprinted off. Kisara felt hungry and she softly barked at her mate to hunt with her. He agreed and the two stalked into the desert to find prey.

Bakura plunged his fangs into the man and sucked contently. He always enjoyed hunting for a human to drain as well as the feel of his fangs buried in the neck. He was about to suck up the last of the man's blood when a loud howl was heard on the air. He withdrew and cursed. A werewolf was coming: He could smell it. He laid the barely alive man on the ground and sprinted to the other side of a dune before peering around it. Actually, this is good. A werewolf all on its own. The smell of the human's blood will attract it and while it's eating, I can sneak up behind it and kill it. He flexed his clawed hands as he waited for the wolf to appear.

A gray wolf, bedecked in all kinds of silver jewelry appeared, showing supreme confidence. Bakura's eyes noted the placement of the silver and scowled. There was no good place to strike without touching the dangerous metal. This one is well-protected. He focused on the band that sat securely on its head and he inhaled softly. That band. It looks like a crown! That means he's the pharaoh! That explains the amount of silver on him. Only the most important werewolf would need that much protection. He watched as Atem slowly and cautiously approached the man. He sniffed at him before seizing the throat, tearing it away and began to rip, tear, and eat.

Bakura stood and watched, his eyes once again roving over the body, but this time in an admiring way. Hmm, firm muscles, well-groomed fur, full tail, delicate ears and muzzle, and a good strong heartbeat. He is a fine werewolf. I wonder what he's really like. He turned and headed home, an image of the feasting wolf in his mind. If I want to get to know him, I' will need to do something I have never done before: I have to get inside the palace and the next two nights will be perfect practice.