DISCLAIMER: I, of course, do not own any of the registered trademark characters of the licensed WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). They are being used without permission but I make no profit from these stories. These are just use for enjoyment (ect and ect….). BUT!!! AMY is MINE!!!!!! ALL MINE!!!!! She cannot be used without permission. Also, there will be lots explicit sex scenes (some strange ones too) and foul language. Sorry but it seems to just go with the plot. I hope you guys are enjoying it. Oh, there's violence too…lots of that.
Wolf Bite
Part 2:
Realization
The full moon shone into the dark forest as she ran through the thicket, the dew damp brush dampened her brown fur giving it a lustrous look. Her white paws never made a sound as she followed the howl of the pack, they had made a kill and were calling their brethren to feast. She stopped at the edge of a lift in the ground and peered down into the gully, there were seven of the night beast ripping into a large elf. Their yips and wines fill her with joy as she looked on, then she felt him brush his large black from against her. His green eyes looking into her hazel eyes as he nuzzled her before joining their brothers and sisters in the meal, she leaped after him with a playful bark…
THUNK
Amy felt herself lying on the floor of her bedroom wrapped in her blankets, she had fallen off the bed again. She got up and untangled her self and threw the covers on the floor, another night gone to shit. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the light, she starred at herself in the mirror, her ears hadn't changed, they were still round and human. She opened her mouth and examined her teeth, the left canine was still a little smaller than the right. She opened her eyes wide, still hazel and bloodshot. She sigh a breath of relief as she decide to begin her morning routine.
Why had she been dreaming like this? She had spent countless hours in the past two weeks about the transmitting of the werewolf virus, she hadn't found anything remotely similar, all infections were from blood and bites. She could just be worrying for nothing, there was no change in her, at least not any she thought. The only thing that she had notice was her hearing, it seemed that she could hear things from a farther distance than before. After years of hearing gunfire, the sound can create hearing loss in a short amount of time. Amy had many years using firearms, her brother taught her at a young age who to use to many and adding five years with the army would sentence you to a hearing aid for life.
But that fucken asshole got to her, the head games he was famous for. She remember in her letter from Chris while she was overseas. He explained to how he found Eddie, his body was torn in half, his entrails were hung in the tree branches over where they found his head. Chris had wanted to bag the monster ever since, he had kept a special spot on the far wall in the back armourer room. Chris studied the animal the pack leader was ruthless and cunning. She could feel the tears fall on the page as she ached for her brother, he hated that monster with every he had.
There was a noise coming from the kitchen, she could hear it as if she was just next to it in the living room and not upstairs in her bedroom. She could hear the cracking of eggs so clearly…and who was making them. She pulled on her house coat and hoped down the stairs and turned into the kitchen, John smiled as her as he was pouring beaten eggs on a hot skillet.
"Hey Monkey! Good morning." He grinned, "Was that you making that noise?"
Amy sat up on the bar stool in front of John and the stove island counter.
"Yeah, I tripped over some clothes as I was trying to get out of bed."
He poured her a glass of orange juice, "Are you doing weed now?"
She looked at him with a confused look, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Take a look at your eyes, they look fucked up. All night binge?"
"No…sleepless night." She yawned.
"Bad dreams?"
"Bad bed."
John pulled the pan off the stove and separated them in two plates, giving one to Amy who seemed to just pick at her food.
"Want to talk, Monkey?" John asked as he took a bite.
"About?"
"You seem a little fidgety. Last night you missed a clean shot and hit that white bitch in the rump. That's not like you."
"I lost my footing, it was wet last night."
"You look a little pale…"
Amy turned her head, "I'm tired, that's all. I promised Chris I would watch the shop this afternoon while he and Trish go to court…"
John touched her arm, "I'm just checking with you, Monkey."
"I'm fine, but I promise that I'll take a nap before we go out tonight so I'll be on the ball. I really want to bag that puppy tonight." Amy got up from her chair.
"We haven't seen him for two weeks and we've out all over that area for the last two weeks. You almost killed his honey last night…too bad, it would have been a beautiful shot!"
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It was another hot day as Amy sat glued to the computer monitor, she was scanning through AIDs research sights. Since the only virus that she could think of that would be transmitted through body fluids are most STDs, but AIDs had the most common attributes to the werewolf virus, at least that what Trish said. If the werewolf virus was really a virus and it was passed through the saliva and blood, then it could be passed through… Amy took another breath and calmed herself. She didn't feel the need to tear her family apart with her teeth, and there was no hair growing where there shouldn't be…at least that was some of the side affects listed on a few websites.
As she was reading into the gene therapy treatments in research, the front door opened without a sound. She didn't hear the foot steps that walked her way, but she jumped when she heard the thud of heavy glass against the table. She looked at the desk and saw the ice cold beer that sat alone in front of her. Amy looked and gazed at the biker, he smiled gently at her.
"I though you might need a beer." He grinned.
"Wow…what do I owe this visit for?" She grinned back sarcastically.
"Well, since you saw mine, I might come here and see yours. Nice place…very…office like." 'Taker said as he looked around.
Amy grabbed the beer and leaned back on the office chair, "There's really nothing to look at."
"Oh I don't know…" He started to look at some of the pictures that hung on the wall, "Is that you on the tank?"
She got from her seat and stood beside as they looked over the pictures.
"That's me and Chris before I got shipped to Iraq." She pointed to one of the pictures.
"You look great in uniform."
Amy blushed a little…what was that smell? There was a new smell in the air, she couldn't identify it. She didn't recognize it, but it did smell very good to her…
"What did you do in the service? I mean…did they actually send you out on missions?"
"Yeah, sometimes it was a little hairy, but we always made it home ok." That smell was getting stronger, where was it coming from?
She leaned a little closer to him and quietly took a whiff, the scent was strong and she could tell it was him. It wasn't a body ordure smell…it was more sweet and aromatic…and made her feel a little light headed. She leaned a little ways backwards and took a look at him. He was wearing tight jeans that seem to show off his hard behind. The black tank top and its low cut relieved his strong back and his well defined chest….his arms were…
"Where did you go?" He asked.
Amy was thankful he wasn't looking at her right now, she could feel her cheeks blushing. "I was shipped to Iraq for six months then shipped to Switzerland for a year of intense training, then…all over the world actually."
He turned and smiled at her, Amy grinned shyly, "Man, the farthest place I've ever been was Canada. I never left this rock."
"Oh…I loved Canada when I was there! I was stationed in Newfoundland for three months…I ate lobster and crab everyday and I never got sick of it. And British Columbia, that was such a beautiful province…"
"Would you move there given the chance?" His voice was like honey to her, she was lost in his soft dark eyes.
"I've thought about buying a few acres near the Rockey Mountains in B.C., get a little cabin made in a secluded area, have a few chickens, a little garden…"
"I never would have figured that you were a farm girl at heart."
She smiled, "I was a farm girl before I became a soldier. When I retire, I want to go back to my roots."
"That's not a bad idea, what made you join the army?" He moved a little closer, she slowly inhaled his sent and began to feel a strange but enjoyable sensation with her.
She gave her head a shake, "I think you better go before Chris and the others get back. I don't want to start a turf war or something."
Taker Chuckled, "A turf war? Where did you get that idea?"
"I kind of got the feeling that you and your guys and my guys are a little hostile towards each other…"
"Oh...that... Let's just say that we stay in each other's territories."
"So then…why are you here?"
He turned to face her, his smell was so strong…and alluring.
"Would you be offended if I told you that I liked your balls?"
"What?" She looked at him confused and came out of her daze, "You like my balls?"
"Yeah, you got balls to walk into that bar and demand a beer. I like that." His smile softened her.
"Oh…I guess then I wouldn't be offended then. Thank you." She felt a little sheepish.
"Well, I'll see you around, enjoy the beer." He stroked the bottom of her chin, his smell still lingered in the air as he left.
Amy sat back down at the desk and took a big drink from the beer, she wiped her forehead with the side of the cold bottle. She could add heightened smell to her list, it wasn't looking good.
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John yawned as he sat silently in the passenger seat inside the Hummer, Amy sat in the driver's seat and was rubbing her head. They had been waiting almost half the night until the patrol had made their rounds of the south woods, Chris, Dave and Ray were out tonight.
They had often used a great method of luring a werewolf out into the open. It began years ago, when Chris and Eddie founded the office, they would convince poor Ray to dress all in hunter camouflage and make it appear as if he was going into their territory to poach. With the years of experience in hunting werewolves, the partners had leaned a lot about their habits, and the wolves hated poachers. When hunters and poachers enter the forest, the wolves saw them as competition, and they always got rid of the opposition. When Ray would enter the forest, there would be four others in true camouflage with their scents masked and their night vision goggles. The wolf was an easy target when it got close to Ray, but it never had a change to get at him. The group had perfected the ambush. As long as the wild dogs couldn't smell or hear the human shadows in the forest, they didn't know they were there.
Amy began to rub her eyes, John touched her face gently, "Eyes hurt?"
"Yeah, they've been itching all day, I think it might be allergies."
:I don't remember you having them." He took a quick look outside.
"Your body's inner works change around every seven years. You could be allergic to peanuts one year and be lactose intolerant the next year." She moved her head away from him.
John sat back in his seat and looked back out into the darkness. There as no moon out, the woods seemed a little too quite.
"You think the guys are ok?" Amy asked after a moment of silence.
"We didn't hear any gunfire and they never called us on the radio yet. They're fine."
"I haven't really spent that much time with Chris since we got here. I was kind of hoping that he might want to go up north on a vacation but he turned me down."
"He wants that black fur ball, Amy. He vowed that he wouldn't stop hunting that beast until it was dead."
Amy looked out her window, her eyes were killing her and the small dash board light was bothering her so bad.
"I'm going to get some fresh air, this waiting is killing me." She announced as she hopped out of the truck.
"Don't forget your side arm." John reminded her.
She quietly closed the truck door and looked around, she blinked her eyes a few times and looked around again. She could see much of the underbrush and the tree branches, the amount of detail that she was able to recognize began to scare her. She could feel her heart beating quickly, the sound was much louder than she had remembered it. Was her mind just playing tricks on her, or had she really succumbed to a dark fate? There was only one thing she knew for certain, she could see in the dark as clearly as day, except for the lack of most colors.
Her nose caught a smell, it was similar to Taker's, but it was definitely different. Amy licked her finger and held it in the air, her eyes turned to the direction the wind was blowing from. Her body stood still as stone as she spotted the movement in the shadows, there was a wolf behind the bushes thirty feet across the road.
Amy could see the blue eyes glowing back at her, it was the white female. She immediately pulled out her .357 Magnum, as the same time she heard John shout from inside the truck as the vehicle was almost tipped over onto Amy. She was able to leap out of the way and rolled onto her back as the white female made her attack.
The bitch didn't get to hit first, Amy foot rammed into her face and knocked the wolf over. The soldier flipped her body back on her feet and turned to face the animal as the beast grew into its were-form. The creature roared as she charged towards Amy, but the soldier was not about to let this bitch escape again.
Just as the beast was about to slash, Amy moved to the side and rammed her arm across the creature's chest, knocking the wind out of her lungs. The animal fell just as Amy heard John yelled again, gun fire roared around as Amy turned to the truck. Her new hummer was on its side as the passenger window was blown out, there was a larger werewolf in were-form trying to reach in and get John out. The beast dented the sides of her truck's quarter panels and tore at the door with her the massive claws, there was a burning anger growing inside Amy as a growl began to leave her throat. The Hummer a gift from the Government for services rendered, services that were kept in the highest confidentiality, and she loved her little tank.
Amy raced at the beast who had almost reached John as he defended himself with his blade, shooting inside the vehicle had almost destroyed his hearing and he didn't want to risk it again…if he lived.
The soldier grabbed the beast by her tail and pulled with all her might, the animal was caught by surprise and turned to face her attacker. Amy slammed her fist in the animal's muzzle, knocking the animal on the ground.
"That's my fucken truck you flea bitten bitch!" Amy yelled as she kicked the fallen wolfen in the stomach, the beast was lifted a few feet from the ground and fell fast. Amy stomped hard on the creature's back, her face was curled in a snarl as she heard the ribs crack. She moved away from the wounded animal and turned to the truck.
"John? Are you OK?" She called.
She was relieved when she was his head poke out of the window and looked at her puzzled.
"Did you say something?" he yelled.
Amy went to look back at the beast behind but she was gone, she sniffed the air, the two scents were gone.
It's clear John, she signed to him, how's the ears?
"Oh…I'm sure my hearing will come back, remember Holland?"
Amy took a look at her truck, too bad werewolf damage wasn't covered under the insurance.
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David ran down the stairs and grabbed his coat from the banister, "Why isn't she coming out with us?"
"Because she's tired and just wants to relax at home." Replied Chris as he pulled his hooded sweated over his head.
"She'll miss a good party. Mayor Vince McMahon always gives the best parties!" Said Bobby as he opened the door, "Ray's going to meet us there?"
"Yeah, he's got to find a baby sitter." Chris grabbed his cell phone, John gave him a stern look.
"You said no hunting tonight, we party tonight. It's been two months since we let loose and if Trish calls, it better be to party with us. Leave the phone here." John declared.
"Fine." He put the phone back on the count, then turned to look up the stairs, "Amy, we're going…"
"Yeah, have a good time!" they heard from behind the bathroom door.
Amy was stretched out in the bath tub, covered with bubbles, she loved her bubbles. She just starred at the ceiling, wondering what she was going to do. She was sixteen and wanted to help Chris with his fight against the ones who destroyed their family, it was then that her brother had a very serious talk with her. He had made her promise that if either one of them world get infected, the other was to free them. It was the only way to make her understand the risks she was going to take, it never dawned on her that she would become infected. There was no known cure for the virus, except anything silver in the head or the heart of the wild beast.
After an hour of feeling sorry for herself, she got out of the tub and wrapped herself in her woolly housecoat. The hall air was a little chilly as she made her way to the living room, while the guys were gone, she was going to watch some TV for a few hours and then hit the bed. Last night's realisation left her feeling cold, she had to tell Chris before she goes mad and tried to kill him or worse, infect him too. Even if it meant she would have to join their parents in the after life.
As Amy flicked through the channels, she wondered if zombies had this problem. True there were some few cases of vampires…a few mummies here and there…at least they liked to stay hidden and not bother with the humans that often. The worst was the werewolves, they seemed to be all over the world. The vampires like to stay in Transylvania and most of Russia, Mummies stayed in Egypt, but every continent had werewolves.
Amy rubbed her eyes and she started to fall asleep on the couch, but she suddenly became alert when she heard the sound. It sounded like a low short bark…not threatening…but calling…
She stood up and looked around the room, there was nothing there. She sat back down, it could have been from next door, the neighbour was known for babysitting a friend's golden retriever once in a while. She laid back down and tried to watch what ever was playing.
She heard it again, a little louder…come…
Her heart began to speed up, she flesh began to feel tight and her breathing was laboured. Amy looked around the room in a panic, she thought she had time before the change. she fell on the hard wood floor, she was able to stand on her hands and knees, her head was spinning out of control…
…come…
She could smell him…the heavy sent of male crept into the cracks of the house, it pulled her towards the open patio doors. She moved her shaking body away from the screen, his eyes glowed back at her.
"You…" She whispered, she couldn't stand up, her body was being attacked from the inside, "…you son of a fucken bitch…."
She looked around the room, even though everyone had been properly trained in the correct storage of firearms inside the home, she hoped that one of the guys had forgotten to lock his side arm away. She could not see anything.
She could crawl, but not far. She knew she wouldn't make it to her bedroom and get her own handgun in time…she could feel the change taking form. A black claw ripped a gaping hole into the screen door, the large back male walked calmly inside and stopping only a few feet away from the ill fated woman. She looked up at him, there was so much hatred and rage inside her now feral eyes.
"…I'll…get you…" She whispered as she fainted.
The wolf laid down in fronted her and waited, he watched in silence as the still woman began to physically transform. Her hands changed into white paws, the top of her head and back were covered in thick brown fur. From her face just above her muzzle, down her neck and over her bell, to the tip of her tail was a creamy white. Her eyes were lined with black, and her long lashed flicked as she slept.
The male got up from his spot and began to lick her muzzle, she slowly opened her eyes and looked around in confusement. He helped her out of the unfamiliar house coat, he nuzzled her neck to comfort the frightened newly born creature. He nudged onto her feet and led her quietly out the ripped door and out the back yard. She followed him quietly as he chose their root carefully. The suburbs were built close to the woods, they had to evade any humans that were our this late. The people that were out did not see them, the wolves moved like shadows as they reached the trees.
The wolves ran into the forest, yipping and barking at each other. The male ran and the female was at his side, her eyes filled with glee as they raced into the night…
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The keys jingles as the front door opened slowly with only a little creak to announce the boy's arrival home. Dave, Chris, and John tip toed into the house, it was well past four in the morning and they didn't want to wake Amy up. They had guessed that she wasn't herself, and the lack of sleep didn't help, she couldn't get a shot to hit in the last week. The red eyes, the cries from her room at night, where they fears from her childhood nightmares that have now come back to haunt her? She was just a child when they first discovered the evil and terrifying creatures. Or had there been something else?
Chris turned to John, "How was Amy when she served with you?"
John thought for a moment, "Fine, except for her ability to get into trouble, she could sleep like the dead curled up on a rock, that has to be a talent."
"I found her once when she was nine, passed out on some steel riffle boxes, didn't know how she could sleep like that."
"Chris? Would it bother you if I asked Monkey out?"
Chris looked at him strangely, "It wouldn't bother me, but I have to ask you…why do you call Amy monkey?"
John chuckled, "She seemed to get into a lot trouble, like Curious George, that little carton monkey. I didn't think she would take it if I called her George, I thought that Monkey sounded a lot better anyways and she is such an awesome mechanic too. Monkey just seemed to fit her."
"She always talked well about you, I can tell that she likes you too."
John smiled, "Really?"
"Yeah, she would write me letters and she always mentioned you, it the way she mentioned you, why do you think I let you join us after you finished your tour?"
"But why didn't she do anything about it in the army?"
"Because you both were on missions and she didn't want anything to jeopardize any missions. You know how anal she is about getting the job done and not let anything get in her way."
"So, you wouldn't mind if we started dating?"
"You both have my blessings. I think the two of you would make a great couple, a good relationship starts with a good friendship."
"Hey guys…" They heard Dave call out from the living room, "I think you should come in here."
The two entered the living room and starred at Dave as he held up the house coat.
"What's that?" Asked John.
"Amy's housecoat." Said Chris, "So?"
Dave pointed to the patio doors, the tears were quite obvious.
Panic fell into their hearts as they began to look around. John's first thought was to go up into Amy's room and check on her. He definitely noticed the strange happenings around her and hoped that it was all in his head. As he opened the door and turned on the lights, his heart sank as there was no Amy sleeping on the unmade bed.
"We have paw prints in the back yard!" John heard Dave yell from downstairs.
He ran down and joined the other two hunters after they concluded their search.
"I'm calling Trish, we need to group up." Announced Chris, "I recognized those prints…the large ones are from that black basterd, the smaller ones must be from his mate, that white bitch. They came here and took Amy."
John ran outside to see the prints himself, as he studies them, he found a few things wrong with their story. But they were right about one thing, Amy was gone.
As he walked back into the house, Dave was on the phone rounding up their crew as Chris paced around the living room, still holding his sister's robes.
"Chris, there's no drag marks." Said John.
"What do you mean?"
"If the two of them came in here to get Amy, there would have been blood all over the house. We both know that your sister is quite capable to defend herself with anything, we would have found at least one wolf body here. There's no blood, there's no drag marks…and the small paws only lead one way…out the back."
"What are you saying John."
"I don't think you want to hear it." John replied as a tear fell from his blue eye.
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The noises woke her up from her troubles sleep, Amy was so sore as she rolled over to take a better position. She pulled a blanket close to her and sighed a little…the noises outside were getting louder at points. She didn't remember if any of Chris's neighbours had kids, she never remembered hearing them in her room…
The woman found herself naked under the covers, she sat up on the hard mattress on the floor of a cluttered and dirty bedroom. The bed itself was just piled with old blankets and rags, there were piled of clothing in one corner, there was empty food containers in another. The walls looked as if they had seen better days. The wallpaper on the walls were drooping down, there was no care to this place.
Amy cautiously rose up and looked around, his sent was so strong in the room, this must bee where he sleeps. She spotted the black jeans and tank top laid on an old ratty chair that had lost most of it's blue paint, they did look worn but they had been taken care of. When she slipped them on, she noticed that the woman who wore the jeans before was a little smaller than her, the jeans just barely fit. She was never a woman who walked around without undergarments, Amy never liked the feeling of her girls being free. She wasn't a large breasted woman, heavy training and body building put a limit to her size, just a handful John would say was perfect. She may never see him again, tell him what she really felt for him.
She didn't have to guess where she was, the growling and yips that were heard with the children pretty much told her who she was with. She was not happy. She heard light steps walking towards the bedroom door. Amy stood motionless, ready to meet the black wolf in human form, she was going to make him pay for what he did to her.
The door opened and she stood still in shock at the sight of her captor.
"Morning sweetheart, hope you slept good?" Taker stood at the door holding a white food container towards her, "I hope you like chicken burgers…"
"YOU!!!" She shouted as she rammed her foot into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him and dropping the luke-warm burger on the floor.
"I'M GOING TO RIP YOU LIMB FROM FUCKEN LIMB!" She screamed as she pounced onto his fallen body and began driving shots to his head with her fists.
"Back off bitch!" He shouted back as he pushed her off with all his might, Amy landed hard against the wall of the kitchen.
She stood right back on her feet, the living room and kitchen was in no better shape than the bedroom. She walked towards him, her eyes filled with rage. She swung twice at him, the wolfen moved his body to reflect the hits, but didn't count on the side kick she was setting him up for. Amy kicked him with everything she had, she didn't count him being knocked clear through the front door and onto the rotting wooden deck.
Amy walked out and stood in the door way. As she looked around, her hope sank as she spotted the people that stood in the middle of a yard, surrounded by little trailer homes, bikes, and a few trucks.
Her legs gave under her and she fell as Taker took out her leg as he got up, "I will put you in your place bitch!"
"Bitch this fucker!" Amy shouted back as she jabbed her foot hard into his groin.
Taker's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell to his knees, holding his damaged package. Amy didn't hesitate and punch/knee his head, causing him to roll down the flight of stairs to the dirt ground. Amy jumped off the deck and landed when Taker was trying to get back up.
The crowd of bikers, woman, and children, some in pup form, stood attentively in a large circle around the combatants, they didn't seem to want to get involved.
She watched as Taker slowly got up onto his full height, he was definitely almost seven feet tall, Amy's five feet nine inches didn't come close. He charged her and began to throw his own punches, Amy moved her body in a graceful dance, missing his shots. As he threw a punch a little too high, she took the opening and slammed two of her own hits into his sides were his kidneys would be located. As she was about slam another hit in, taker smacked his head against hers. Amy fell hard on the ground, he leaped on top of her and pushed her body on the ground and pined her. She began to struggle but Taker had pulled out his own hand gun and pointed the barrel at her head.
"Stop it or I'll plug you! They're not silver shells, but it'll hurt like a bitch, and you'll wake up in a compromising position." His eyes told her that he wasn't bluffing.
She became still, he got up from her and waited until was on her feet, still pointing the weapon at her. She glared at him, her eyes told him that this wasn't finished by far.
"Come on, let's go back inside the house and we can talk." He was trying to calm her, but the look she had as she walked past him showed nothing but hatred and rage.
She stopped in the living room, the room was a disaster, the smell was putrid the counter in the little kitchen was piled so high with garbage that it almost made her vomit, having sensitive smell is not a blessing.
Take sat on the raggedy couch, "I know you have a lot of question…"
"No I don't. I just want to kill you." She replied in a cold tone.
"I understand that you're upset…"
Her growl stopped him, "You fucken low life piece of garbage! You fucken rapped me! I was a virgin! And you didn't just rape me…you did it as the one thing I despise the most in this world!"
"I was going to kill you that night!" He shouted as he stood up, "That was the plan that night, to keep the others occupied until I took you out."
She moved closer to him, "You should have killed me, because that's what you condemned me to when you rapped me as a savage animal…and that's what you are…"
The anger inside of his human form began to build inside, "I would advise you to calm down before you make me do something I might regret…"
"Your kind is nothing but diseased infected mongrels that should have been wiped out!"
"Amy…" She was pushing him.
"They'll come for me, and when they find you here, they'll slaughter your little pack of misbegotten…"
Taker couldn't hold it, he slapped her hard across her face, causing her to loose her balance and fall on the old worn wooden floor. She looked back at him and licked the cut on her bottom lip, her eyes still defiant.
Without saying a word, he stormed out through the broken door and almost ran down the stairs. He notice his brother Kane working on his bike in front of his trailer as his mate, Lita was hanging some wet clothes on a make shift clothes line as their little one, Cody was playing quietly in his wooden sand box.
Kane looked up and saw the anger in his brother's face, "I take it that you're not getting laid tonight?"
Taker pulled a cold beer out of the old cooler and took a big swig, "I hit her."
Kane starred back in disbelief, "You? You hit a female? MY casa-fucken-nova brother, that all the bitches want, hit a female. That's something Hunter wouldn't think twice about doing, but you? Man…if mom was here, she's beat you to an inch of you life."
"She pissed me off." He growled, "I didn't want to, but she pissed me to the point where I just reached out and hit her. I have no control around her!"
"Are you sure you really want her?" Kane asked.
Taker sat down on the bench seat near Kane, "I thought she was just amazing when she walked into the bar. She was so…"
"Dominate." Kane guessed.
"Yeah…she just oozed it…her smell…the way she walked…I really thought that she could be…"
"Ah but yet, you had planed to kill her for what Chris had done to Molly."
Taker growled at him, the mention of the torture his beloved mate had gone through before the humans killed her. She wasn't a hunter…darling Molly was a caregiver. She gentle, sweet, and so kind. She would stay back at the den and be with the cubs when the pack hunted…it was an accident that she was out that night, looking for a plant to make a cure of a common illness for one of the cubs…the hunter spotted her and killed her...
"I didn't mean to bring her up, Marcus…but that woman is not her. I loved Molly! I owe her for saving Cody life when he was born. Poor Lita had a hard time with it, this was for her! I remember the plan…we get the main group while you took care of Chris' little sister. This is supposed to be vengeance! Why did you fuck her? What happened?"
"I don't know…I had her pined, I was going to rip her throat open…but I didn't. I wanted her…I just wanted her so bad."
"No control, hun?"
"None whatsoever that night."
"You should have stayed with Sara." Kane chuckled.
"I don't want Sara as my mate, I never did!"
"Then why were you fucking her all the time?"
Taker looked at him, "Because I still have needs and her mate was killed. And when she comes into her heat, I always wear a condom…don't want to get her pregnant. No…not her."
"But she has three cute girls…she can pop them out like nothing."
"No thanks. I never really felt anything for Sara except a friendship."
"But she is the current Alpha female, she took it when Molly died and she's held it this long."
"Yeah, but that bitch in there can take Sara and throw her around like a rag doll…I just hope that she would just calm down. If I could just show her that it's not the end of her life, but a new one!"
"To her it is." Kane grinned, "Remember? You killed her brother's best friend, don't forget the rape…and you are still going to kill him too…right?"
"Oh yeah…I'm going to do to him what he did to Molly. I might show some mercy…"
"How do you think she's going to feel when she finds out?"
"I didn't think of that."
"I guess killing her brother would put a damper on your courtship, wouldn't it? And when Sara finds out! Oh man! Are you going to get it!"
"She was so pissed when she smelled Amy's sent all over me…she cut me deep to the bone! I think she secretly sharpens her claws."
"So, my not too wise Leader of our small band, what are you going to do now? There's a couch in the trailer if you need it, in case you just want to hand Pappy's house to her."
"Oh no! I am going to sleep in my own house weather she likes it or not! She is here to stay and that's that! I am the leader, she is now part of our pack, my word is law!"
"Nice speech, bro, but you better hurry and tell her that…it looks like she's throwing all your stuff out."
Taker turned as saw her throw out garbage bags out the broken front door and over the balcony. She saw him and lifted her middle finger towards him with a hateful expression on her face.
"That fucken bitch!" He shouted as he ran into his home and found that she was pilling the garbage and debris from around the house.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"What the fuck does it look like, Asshole? I'm cleaning this pigsty." She turned and gave him an evil glare, "Since I'm stuck here, I'm going to make this at least hospitable."
"What the hell was wrong with it before?" It never bothered him.
"There's no running water, the power's out, and you have no cleaning supplies…" She threw a heavy bag of garbage at him, "You can take that out."
He looked at her a little confused, "So…you're not going to try to escape?"
"Where the hell am I going to go? You fucked me up royally! The only people who I would go to would shoot me and that's what I expect from them! I'm stuck here weather I like it or not! Don't think that I'm going to make it easy for you. I put two and two together! You are never going to touch me again and I will never whelp your puppies, just the though makes me sick."
Taker tried not to take it to heart but laughed instead, "I guess you don't know about going into heat then?"
"What?"
He gave her a serious look, "When you go into heat, the only thing on your brain is getting fucked. And when you do go into your first heat, you'll beg me to fuck you all night and all day long."
Amy thought for a moment, then grinned, "Then I'll just have to make you pay for it while I still have my human brain. Sleep with one eye open, fuck head."
Taker sighed, he was starting to think this wasn't a good idea…but he wasn't really thinking when this all started. Why did he jump her? Why didn't he just do what he indented to so in the first place? There was something inside of her that screamed Molly…he had seen it once….but now all he saw was an angry young wolfen, given the chance she would turn him rip his throat open. Could he actually tame her? Or will he have to dominate her? Only time would tell.
To be continued…