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Cody knew Wade wouldn't take no for an answer; to him having his wolfpack mixed up with the 'filthy beasts' was something shameful and unthinkable. He'd never accept such a union, and he tried to convince him in all kinds of ways that such thing was wrong and filthy. His words entered through one ear and left through the other, because Cody not for a second believed such nonsense.

After a while Wade gave up talking. And that was when Wade decided to act behind his back and spoke with the village's sorcerer to arrange a damned ritual.

Cody was notified of their decision. He was shocked at first, and then the shock gave way to anger at having his life decided for him. He didn't want to forget Randy! He didn't want a fucking black magic to numb his feelings for him! He didn't want to walk around like a zombie with no soul or purpose in life—because that's what happens when you mess with dark stuff! No. Randy was everything to him, why would he want to forget him? He refused to do the ritual with all his might and tried to talk to Wade about it, tried to beg him to understand that he loved Randy, but the man was adamant.

Wade didn't want a member of his wolfpack involved with a Lycan and that was fact. Nothing would change his mind.

Cody cried, despaired…asked his friends for help—Ted, Evan and Mike, but they didn't intervene on his behalf. Mike hesitated, he wanted to help. Cody felt it. But something held him back and he faltered, not even looked at his eyes after refusing assistance.

Cody was alone. Alone and trapped in a fucking cage they got for him.

Wade had him imprisoned so he'd not seek Randy anymore. He was caged for four days only receiving visits that brought him food and water and then left without saying a single word to him. Nobody was talking to him, by Wade's orders. One day Justin came to visit him without Wade's permission—and that surprised him, surprised him a lot. Justin rarely did something that displeased Wade-he was too submissive to him, so his presence there was astonishing.

"Oh Cody ... I'm so sorry for you," whispered the South African squatting outside the cage. Cody grabbed the bars to talk to him.

"Justin. C - can you help me? Please? Wade is insane he wants to force me to forget my imprint! He can't do that! I don't want to lose him, please help me!"

Justin closed his eyes; He wanted to comfort the young man who was always so gentle with him, but now seeing him like this was breaking his heart. He had no excuse to Wade's behavior, and indeed there was nothing he could do. Wade was a hard headed man and never listened to anyone.

"I'm sorry Cody. I tried to talk to him, tried to put us in your place and the…the Lycan's placeto get into his thick head that he's wrong, that he shouldn't mess with other people's feelings but it was no use. I tried, I swear."

Cody shook his head, feeling tears burn his eyes again. He spent the four days non-stop crying and could not understand how he still had any tears left to cry. But he had, and soon his cheeks were wet again.

"Cody ..." Justin sighed and began to comfort him. He stayed there until the young man fell asleep due to exhaustion and sadness.

Cody awoke several hours later, jumping off the cold ground and praying that it was nothing more than a nightmare. But it was real. He was in the damn cage and he would lose Randy soon. He was desperate, with each passing day it came closer and closer to the ritual's day and Randy knew nothing about it. He must have noticed his disappearance but didn't know why Cody had not met him. And how Cody wanted to see him! The longing just grew and with it his suffering. Suffering by being forced to stay away from his imprint, the one person he needed to live.

Cody sighed, feeling a twinge in his chest. Randy was too important in his life to lose him now, just thinking about it made him want to curl into a ball and cry until his eyes dried.

~8~

Randy was called for a meeting with Mark as soon as his wounds healed completely. He was expecting that call but even so he was apprehensive.

Randy paused at the door of Mark's house and hesitated. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and raised his hand. The door opened before he could knock.

"Come in Randy. I saw when you arrived on the bike."

Randy nodded and entered with his head down. Mark closed the door and offered him a drink. Randy accepted a beer. They sat in the living room and Randy anxiously awaited Mark to start the conversation.

"Some things came to my knowledge Randy ... I'd like to hear your version of the story before I form an opinion. Can you enlighten me?"

Straight to the point. Mark was always like that. Randy took a deep breath and began to tell everything. When he finished, he looked at Mark for several minutes waiting for him to say something. The nervousness increased every minute until Randy could no longer keep quiet and began fidgeting in the chair he was sitting. Mark saw this and raised a hand.

"Calm down Randy. Calm down. I just need a moment to digest it all. Do you have any idea how rare it is what happened to you? To my knowledge there are no cases of a Lycan and a Quileute to be mates."

"I know that, but what can I do? It happened. I know he's my beta."

"Hmm .." Mark merely said, getting back to being thoughtful. Randy took a big gulp of his beer to calm his nerves. It didn't work.

"Do you realize the impact something like this can have on your life? On the tribe's life?"

"I do. But I'm willing to take risks ..."

"You might be, but what about the others? Something like that can change the course of everything. We and the Quileutes don't just kill each other because of the truce, but the truce is so fragile that would suffice to ascend a spark to burn the whole barn."

Shit. Randy understood where he was getting at. But was he willing to risk destroying everything he knows? Wouldn't it be selfish on his part to be responsible for a bloodbath, for the lives that could be lost? What about his family—his father, his mother, his brother, his good friend Sam? Everyone would be in danger because of HIM ...

But what about Cody? Could he just let him go?

Randy frowned and rubbed his forehead, distressed and feeling helplessness. If he stayed with Cody it could start a war, but would him let go? His beautiful, sweet Cody… always so willing to please him. His Cody that with just a smile could make his day better ...

Could Randy let him go? The answer was no.

"Hey you're doing it again. Don't put the wagon before the horse, Randy. Nothing is decided yet. I'll talk to the council and I'll give you a definitive answer in a few days. Meanwhile do not go torturing yourself for something that hasn't even happened yet, okay?"

Randy looked up and nodded. "Yes sir." Then he stood up to leave. Randy would leave with even more weight on his shoulders…

"Randy?" Mark called before he could open the door. Randy turned to look at him. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry things are so screwed up. I'm sorry that your beta is our enemy."

Randy nodded and left, closing the door quietly. Head down he climbed on his bike and started the engine, to then go back home. Halfway on the road Randy began to experience severe chest pain and lost his balance on the bike, causing him to fall on the asphalt. He rolled a few meters down the road, completely stunned. Randy stood up not understanding the reason for the fall, but then the pain returned. It was an agonizing pain, like nothing Randy had ever felt before. If he were human he'd think he was having a heart attack, but since he's not...

The pain went to the head now. Randy grabbed his head with both hands, scratching his forehead with short nails. It seemed someone was pounding inside his head and stabbing his heart at the same time! Randy started screaming, writhing on the floor. He screamed until his throat hurt and his voice got hoarse, but then suddenly the pain was gone. The pain was gone as if it hadn't show up at all.

Randy lay panting on the ground still holding his head, fearing the pain would come back anytime. But it didn't. Instead, Randy began to think of Cody, Cody, Cody, Cody nonstop. At the same time he knew he needed to see him, and needed to see him now.

Something was wrong and even without knowing how he knew it, Randy didn't stop to think. He stood up, turned and started to run toward the border.

~8~

"NO! Please don't do it! I don't want to do that!"

Cody yelled desperate to Wade. Riley and Mike came to pick him and now were dragging him through the forest to take him to sorcerer's house to do the ritual. From Riley he expected this, but Mike was his friend, he always helped him when he needed. When Mike lost his dog that he loved so much—a big, golden dog—Chris was his name, in such a mysterious way, Cody was there to comfort him. He was always there for Mike and now he turned his back on him!

"That will soon end and you'll not remember anything of it Cody. You'll thank me for this one day."

"Never! I won't ever thank you for trying to take my-"

"SHUT UP! Don't you dare say it! "Wade shouted into Cody's face. Cody flinched with the contorted, raged expression on his face, but stood his ground. Riley and Mike who were holding him by the arms also got shocked by the explosion.

"You've brought shame to our village, shame to the pack! The least you can do is shut the fuck up and stop giving emphasis to this ... this disgusting thing between you!"

"Disgusting? There's nothing disgusting about us, asshole! There's nothing disgusting or wrong in loving him!"

Cody exploded, challenging Wade. A silence settled for a few seconds, Wade clearly stunned.

But he soon recovered to whisper menacingly, "After the ritual is complete and all that nonsense is in the past, buried as it should be, then you and me will talk. And I can guarantee that you'll not like what's to come."

Wade sneered and they continued to walk. Cody still struggled to free himself, but he could only slightly delay the inevitable. In his mind he cried for Randy without stopping, even though it was useless because he couldn't hear him. But Cody kept calling for him, screaming for him.

~8~

Randy ran faster as he could, and he saw the border a few feet away from him. Within seconds he crossed it, only feeling slight guilt for breaking the truce once and for all, but only Cody mattered to him now.

As he approached him, Randy could feel Cody stronger and stronger in his head and heart, and he felt the despair and anguish emanating from him. The reason Randy didn't know, but whoever made Cody suffer would pay dearly.

~8~

Cody was placed on a table and his arms and legs were tied, preventing him from escaping. Around him was the whole pack observing the ritual that was about to begin. Cody swallowed hard, feeling his throat ache from shouting and tears streamed down his cheeks. Now it was too late, he would lose Randy and there was nothing he could do to prevent this.

The sorcerer approached Cody- he was an old man with white long, unkempt hair, with glassy eyes and he was holding a container in one hand while with the other he was holding in the air well above Cody's heart. Cody started to shake.

"Please, I don't want this! T-hey forced me to come here I don't want to do that! Please let me go!", he pleaded to deaf ears. The sorcerer continued, putting two fingers inside the container and then passing them on his chest. Cody squirmed to escape the fingers, but could not. The sticky oil was spread on his skin and the sorcerer went to get something else. Cody closed his eyes and concentrated on Randy, he began to think only about Randy, his smile, his eyes, his body ... in everything that was him, even his frightening Lycan side. He remained thus, thinking of him in the hope that if he concentrated enough in his features, Randy wouldn't be ripped off and erased from his memory...

The ritual continued. Cody could hardly hear the whispers, he just thought about Randy, praying and begging for something to make this madness stop. But the minutes passed and nothing happened.

Cody began to feel sleepy ... an inexplicably sleep wanting to take over his body. It'd be so easy to just succumb to it! But he knew he couldn't. Cody knew that if he fell asleep, when he woke up he wouldn't rememberanything. All would be lost. It became harder and harder to think about Randy, to concentrate on his face, and Cody bravely struggled against sleep, but it was so hard to resist! His eyelids were heavy, his arms and legs were heavy and he was tired ... so tired. It would be so easy and comforting to just sleep and sleep...

Cody closed his eyes finally losing the strength to fight. His brain was dazed by spells that left him confused, exhausted physically and emotionally. Sleep would do him good. He'd wake up refreshed later.

At the moment Cody would succumb he heard someone screaming in his mind; it was Randy, calling for him. Cody's eyes opened wide instantly, and the dark shadow that was in them vanished completely leaving only the usual blue color in place. Cody blinked several times and vaguely heard footsteps and shocked whispers, but he ignored them all. He focused to hear Randy and there he was.

'Hang on Cody, I'm coming for you!'

Cody didn't know how this was possible, but he felt so relieved and happy that he didn't stop to ponder that. He just smiled from ear to ear leaving everyone else astonished.

"Why the fuck are you smiling?" Wade yelled but Cody ignored him.

If you knew what's coming, you wouldn't be worried about this stupid ritual ...

~8~

Randy didn't know how he hadn't ripped these stinking dogs' limbs slowly and painfully with his claws. But he had a vague idea that Cody was the reason.

When he reached the hut, Randy easily pulled the door open and saw Cody tied to a table with a bunch of people around doing nothing to help. These people were responsible for his suffering!

Randy attacked the nearest person, who was the sorcerer, throwing him against the wall, knocking him on the spot. Wade and his pack fled out of the hut and invoked the werewolves within.

Randy growled, adrenaline coursing through his veins for the new preys in front of him, salivating with the want to taste the meat of one, of all of them. He growled louder than everyone else and left the hut, going straight to one who seemed to be the leader. Other wolves got into his path and Randy got rid of them easily, and then came face to face with the gray wolf, which was the biggest of them all.

Wade and Randy faced off and circled around each other, studying their movements. But Randy did not have patience for it; he wanted blood and he wanted it now! This asshole would pay for hurting his Cody!

Randy howled loudly to the sky and began to punch the ground with his massive paws, ready to attack. Wade also got ready and when the attack came, he was prepared.

They went rolling through the forest, scratching and biting whenever they could crimp teeth and claws. Randy took a gap to stick his claws into the wolf's ribs, making him scream in pain. Randy LOVED the sound of his pain! But Wade did not give up and fought back, managing to bite hard on Randy's hind leg and making him grunt with the sharp ache.

The chance to end this changed at every minute and none succeeded to finish the fight. Randy was surprised at his resistance, and even respected him by being a better opponent than he imagined, but it was time to end it. Randy saw a cliff that led into the sea and had an idea. He circulated Wade, preparing the right moment to strike. When the moment came, Randy landed a strong kick on Wade's back that made him lose his balance and roll out to fall into the abyss.

Exhausted, Randy fell to the ground, panting to catch his breath. But he had no time for it, because he needed to see if Cody was all right! Randy gathered enough strength to get up and go to him.

Randy crawled back to the destroyed hut, walking cautiously, and alert to any other werewolf that might be close. He sniffed the air and no one was around; he was just able to smell Cody's sweet and familiar scent.

Cody managed to peel off the ropes when the table was dropped on the floor with him over it when Randy threw the sorcerer against the wall. He probably never realized he had done it, but it didn't matter. The ropes loosened enough for him to break free.

"Randy?"

Randy heard the familiar voice whispering his name and felt his chest fill with joy. He shifted back to human and turned to look at him. And there he was, his precious, beloved Cody.

"Cody!"

Randy ran to him, picking him up in his arms, hugging Cody hard and feeling warmth fill his chest until it physically hurt. He passed big hands all over Cody's body to make sure he was in one piece, giving special attention to buttocks and soft dick. God how I love him!

Cody was hugging Randy as if he were his second skin and smiled with his confession. "I love you too!"

Randy tensed suddenly; he had not spoken out loud! So how Cody ...

"I don't know Randy I just ... I can hear you! " Cody gasped, stepping out of the hug to look at Randy who was in the same state of shock.

"B-but that's impossible! How can I read your thoughts if we-"

Oh ... Could it be possible? "We bonded."

"What?"

"A bond Cody. It's the only explanation I can find because I could hear you calling my name! That's why I came so fast. I heard you calling me, baby!"

Cody's eyes widened and he also felt Randy while lying hopeless in that damn table about to lose the most important thing in his life, begging for Randy, for him to come and save him... And he came! He came ... But just barely. For very little he didn't lose him forever ... Cody gasped and his lips began to tremble, his eyes burning with unshed tears.

"Shhh puppy don't be like that! These motherfuckers failed! They didn't get what they wanted, right? You're fine and we'll be together. I promise."

Randy hugged Cody and promised again, transmitting all his love through the newly created connection between them. To be able to sense and feel Cody was wonderful! Randy felt like diving into him, like getting lost inside that beautiful soul and he'd drown in Cody and die a happy man.

But they had no time to analyze anything, much less to lose themselves in each other now. They just ended their lives as they knew it and had only each other now. They had to flee because sooner or later someone would come after them, wanting their heads.