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Alaric wasn't furious when we returned, but his arms were crossed disapprovingly, as we all gathered in the study for Damon and I to tell them what we had found, and what we had heard.

The scrapbook was passed around.

Once we'd finished, Damon stated that we should go after the Mutt's now.

It was only then, that Ric spoke.

"Absolutely not," he said, getting up from his chair to walk to the fireplace.
Damon and I sat on the couch, Damon perched on the edge ready to bolt the second he got permission to attack.

Stefan stood beside him, fingers tapping against the sofa back, equally anxious, but taking his cues from Damon.

Tyler and George sat across the room.

Both looked angry at the news, but they remained composed, awaiting Alaric's decision with more control.

Mason leaned against the wall, his expression unreadable.

"I can't believe you're even asking," Alaric continued, "I made it clear that I didn't want this, but you took off anyway. Then Elena calls to say you're just scouting out news about last night and somehow you end up-"

"It wasn't intentional," I interrupted, "We came across his trail. We couldn't pass up the opportunity."

Alaric gave me a look that advised me to shut my mouth before I dug myself in deeper.

I shut it.

Ric walked back to his chair, but didn't sit, rather, leaned his hands on it's back.

"No one is going after the Mutts tonight," he commanded, the will of the Alpha strong in his voice, "We are all exhausted and upset after the events of the past few days, especially you two."

He glanced at me and Damon, "If I hadn't trusted Elena's word when she called, I would have been down there this afternoon hauling the two of you back here."

"But we didn't do anything," Damon defended.

"Only for lack of opportunity."

"But-"

"Only days ago, we had one Mutt in town," Alaric cut, "Now he's dead and four more have shown up. Not only that, but of those four, we have Elijah Mikaelson and Kai Parker, two mutts who would be enough of a problem individually. Another killer, and not to mention Kol, who is nearly as reckless as you," he told Damon.

"Are you absolutely sure it was Kai and the Mikaelson's?" George asked. "Out of all the Mutts I could imagine ever teaming up, they rank right at the bottom of the list. What could they possibly have in common?"

"They're all Mutts," Tyler said, as if that were reason enough.

"My guess would be that they haven't teamed up," I inputted, "One of them must have something over the other. Kai seemed to command the new Mutt well enough, but Elijah is the ultimate manipulator. And he wants territory. Said so himself...perhaps he doesn't believe the Pack will give it to him, and is looking to secure it by other means?"

The others considered that.

"Don't forget the new recruits," Mason reminded me, "That Trevor Mutt and this Atticus Shane are both killers. Human killers. Someone, probably either Kai or Elijah, found them, bit them, and trained them. It's like they're creating an army of Mutts. Not just any Mutts, but ones who already know how to hunt, to kill. Know it and like it."

George shook his head, "I still can't picture Elijah behind this. Parts of it, yes. But he's a loner, always has been. And this thing about creating new Mutts, it lacks . . . finesse."

"And it's even more doubtful he'd involve Kol," Stefan added, "The guy's an idiot. A decent fighter with a heavy hit, but an idiot. The chances of him screwing up are too high. Elijah would know that."

"Who the fuck cares!" Damon spat, exploding from his seat. "We've got four Mutts in town. One of them killed Enzo. So why are we sitting around discussing motivation, when we should-"

"Sit down, Damon," Alaric commanded, his voice low.

Damon huffed, and started to sit, then stopped.

For a moment, he hung there, twin instincts battling within him.

Then his hands clenched at his sides.

He straightened, as if making up his mind, and strode to the study door.

"If you go, don't come back."

Alaric's voice was barely above a whisper, but it stopped Damon cold.

"If you can't control the urge, Damon, then go downstairs to the cage. I'll lock you in until it passes. But if the problem is that you won't control it, and you leave, then you're not welcome back."

Alaric didn't mean it.

Well, yes, he meant it, but not as it sounded.

If Damon took off and Alaric had threatened banishment, he'd have to follow through with it.

But he wouldn't let Damon go without a fight.

The threat was the best way to prevent that. Damon stood there, jaw working as if chewing his anger, his hands still clenched at his sides.

But he didn't move.

He wouldn't.

Banishment for Damon would be death.

Not from outside forces, but from within, the slow death of severing himself from what he believed in most.

He'd never leave Alaric, or the Pack.

It was his life.

Alaric might as well threaten to kill him if he went after the Mutts.

Slowly, deliberately, Damon turned to Alaric.

Their eyes locked.

There was a long pause, where nothing was heard but our synchronized breathing, then Damon turned and walked out the door.

But he veered not toward the garage, or the front door, but headed for the rear of the house.

The back door opened and slammed shut.

I looked at Alaric, who almost seemed relieved.

"We have to do something," I told him.

He nodded, "I know. Just not tonight. This requires more than brash action. This is not a fight we can afford to lose."

"He's right," Mason sighed, "Without the Pack in tact to keep the law, Mutt's like them get to do whatever the hell they want."

"It would be mayhem," Alaric nodded, "It wouldn't take long before our secret is discovered, then mankind will do what it does best. Start a war. And it won't end until one side is completely desecrated...so maybe you can explain to Damon why it is important that we don't just run in, guns blazing, so to speak."

I nodded, standing up, "I'll talk to him."

Alaric gave me a dismissal, and I went after Damon.

I followed Damon's scent into the woods.

When I found him, he was shaking a bloodied hand, as if he'd just pounded it against one of the trees.

He tensed as he heard my approach, but relaxed when he recognized me.

"We can't let them get away with this," he said, as I joined him, "We can't let them think we're backing down. We have to act. Now."

I said nothing.

Damon whirled to face me. "He's wrong. I know he's wrong."

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, face spasming as if the words cut him.

The very notion of questioning Alaric pierced him like the worst possible betrayal.

"No," he backtracked, "He's right...we're not ready for this."

He exhaled sharply, "But I can't stand around while Enzo's killer is out there, knowing the next one those Mutts might go after could be you, or Alaric, or even Stefan. I can't do it. He's got to know that."

Still I said nothing, knowing he wasn't looking for an answer.

He was only trying to work things out in his own mind and I was his sound board.

"Fuck," he growled, then yelled louder, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

He slammed his fist into the tree again, then ran his hands through his hair.

A light blood trail slid across his forehead with the movement.

His eyes closed, chest heaving as he inhaled deeply.

Then he exhaled, shuddered, and looked at me.

Frustrated rage shone from his eyes, mingled with touches of dread.

"I'm trying here, kitten. You know how hard I'm trying. Everything in me is screaming to go after them, hunt them down, tear out their fucking throats. But I can't disobey him. I can't do it."

"I know," I assured him.

He stepped toward me, in a quick motion, his arms wrapping around me.

His mouth came down, lips seeking mine tentatively, as if he were waiting to be shoved away.

I could taste his panic, his fight to control the instincts that raged stronger than anything I could imagine.

He'd told me once that I was his center.

His grounding for that control.

And right now, he needed it.

I put my arms around him, hands reaching up, and entwining in his hair, pulling him closer.

A moan of relief shuddered through him, at my acceptance.

He let the mantle of control slide free and grabbed me, pushing me back against a tree trunk.
The bark scraped against my skin as he ripped off my shirt, but I barely took note of it.

I fought the button on his pants, as he all but ripped mine from my body.

I tore through the fabric of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, as he threw away the shards of what had been my underwear.

His lips came back to mine, bruisingly rough. I twisted my hands in his hair, pulling him closer

He moaned hoarsely.

His hands ran over my now naked body, and he lifted me into his arms with a hard jolt, using the tree to balance us.

My legs automatically wrapped around him, and for a moment, he slowed, just staring into my eyes.

I was greedy with his gaze, absorbing all of the emotions he usually kept hidden, allowing myself to forget, in this moment, that what we were doing wasn't right.

As his fingers came up to my face, I smelled the blood on his hand, felt it running fresh and streaking across my skin as he caressed my cheek.

As he leaned in and kissed me, the blood dripped onto our lips and I tasted it, metallic and familiar.
Damon growled, then in a single motion, slid inside me.

My feet were off the ground, leaving me dangling and putting him in control.

He slammed against me.

His eyes stayed locked with mine.

From deep in his chest came a roaring growl of desperate lust.

His teeth were clenched in exertion, and as his fingers dug into my hips, I felt the edge of his wedding band cut into my skin.

Over and over, he drove into me.

His growl turned into a cry, echoing with mine off of the surrounding trees.

I could do nothing but hold on to his shoulders, and let him take what he wanted from me.

I still found myself astounded at the amount of control I gave him, in these moments, when I was literally at my most vulnerable.

No other lover had taken me like this.

Hell, I hardly ever allowed them on top, let alone allow them to have the complete dominance over my body that I now gave Damon.

But in truth, maybe it was because I didn't believe that anyone but him could control me.

As if proving my thoughts, Damon pulled me from the tree, and we fell to the ground.

He flipped me onto my stomach, my face a mere inch from the forest floor, as he pulled up on my hips.

Now that my ass was presented to him properly, Damon parted my legs again, and brought me back against him.

His erection was still rock hard as it easily slid into me, and he resumed his brutal pounding.

His hips thrusted as his hands squeezed my waist, impaling me on his cock, over and over.

We fucked doggystyle on the forest floor, like the pair of wild animals we were.

My release came in a white hot flash, overtaking my entire body.

I shivered and convulsed, but Damon didn't relent his movement.

One hand left my hip, and twisted into my hair, forcing my head to the side.

The gesture of submission.

I whined a little, as Damon's speed increased, not sure my body could handle the abuse much longer.

But then his fingers reached around to my clit, and I fell apart again.

As I screamed my climax, Damon dropped his head to my shoulder, his teeth scoring my flesh, as his mouth latched on.

Marking me.

He groaned into the bite, his own orgasm crashing over him.

I held still as he gave a few more sporadic thrusts, then let me go.

He slipped from he, and my body jolted at the sudden emptiness.

Damon collapsed next to me, as I relaxed my elbows, and fell onto the ground completely.

For a moment, we both just breathed.

Then Damon was pulling me into him, nuzzling against me.

His hands stroked my back and he whispered, "I love you, Elena. I love you so much."

He put his arms around me, and pulled me into his chest, tucking my head under his chin.

For a long time, we didn't move.

I stayed there, listening to his heartbeat and waited with dread, for the inevitable moment when reality would return.

It would happen.

The fog of our lust would part and he'd say something, do something, demand something to send us snarling at each other's throats again.

I felt him swallow, knew the words were coming, and wished I could stop my ears from hearing them.

Why did he always have to ruin us?

"I'd like to run," he said softly.

I was quiet for a moment, not sure if I'd heard right, waiting for the punch line.

"Run?" I repeated.

"If you're not too tired," he added.

I lifted my head, confused, "You still need to work it off?"

He shook his head, "No, I just want to run. To do something. Just the two of us."

I hesitated, then nodded.

We lay there for a few minutes longer before getting up to find a place to Change.

It was almost easy for me to Change now.

Repetition will do that for you.

Plus the fact that my body was already about as relaxed as it could get.

It took me barely over five minutes to rejoin Damon in the clearing.

His black fur rustled, as it shook in excitement.

When he saw me, he pounced, rolling me over easily.

I slid from beneath him, nipping at him, until I was able to gain the upper hand.

I pinned him for barely a second, but that was enough.

He flipped, and I took off, knowing he'd chase me.

We ran for nearly a mile before he caught me, as I tried to loop back around to disguise me scent.

His teeth enclosed on my left flank, and I yelped, turning on him.

We shuffled for a moment, then he took off, letting me do the chasing now.

For an hour we did this back and forth game of tag, until Damon froze.

His ears pricked, and he looked over at me.

I sniffed the air, searching for what had caught his attention.

Mhmm.

A rabbit, hidden in the bramble to our right.

I nudged at him, letting him know I was up for the hunt, and he let out a bark.

The noise was enough to spook the animal, which shot out of the bush, and darted deeper into the thick woods.

Damon and I chased.

It really wasn't a fair fight.

Damon caught it, getting there before me, and quickly snapped it's neck.

The rabbit fell limp, and he picked it up again, bringing it over to me.

He dropped it at my feet, and laid down.

I ripped into the rodent greedily, the fresh kill tasting amazing after our vigorous exertions.

When I'd eaten a fair amount, I took the rest to Damon, and laid next to him while he polished it off.

Throwing what was left of the bloodied carcass off to the side.

He turned to me then, and began licking at my muzzle, cleaning it.

I returned the favor once he'd finished, and we both settled down, exhausted.

I burrowed into Damon's fur, his warmth, and closed my eyes.

The last thing I was aware of, was him resting his head on top of mine, then sleep took us.

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