A/N~ So this does have a sex scene at the end. It is between two adults, very consenting. Compared to some I've seen it's actually kind of PG. If you're not of an appropriate age, skip it. Hope everyone had a Happy Halloween and will have a lovely Day of Souls. ~A

P.S. ~ She's back! ~A

Chapter 6

Bo heads to the Dahl only to find the pub that never seems to be closed…is. She heads around to the rear entrance, only find that it's also locked up. She tries calling Trick only to find her message goes straight to voice mail.

The succubus decides to try and find another place to stay, since she's pretty sure that even if she decided to use her mojo to try and coerce her Doctor Hotty into letting her in. Her power wouldn't work on the other woman, not when she was in this kind of mood at least.

Eventually around dawn she once again finds herself outside of Dyson's apartment building. She decides to see if the fae will let her stay over. She would love to get into his pants again, but it's getting ate or early and truthfully there's no one on the street right now she'd like to hook up with. Truthfully there's really no one on the street period. At this point she just needs to find a place to crash.

She is about to go knock on the front door only to hear, what she's sure is Dyson's motorcycle starting up behind the building. The succubus runs back down the stairs at a dangerous speed, only to see the werewolf riding away.

Bo heads in the direction of the cop shop. Worn ragged from being out all night, not having any chi in four days now, or any happy time in the sheets. The succubus is admittedly looking a little, less than fresh.

The succubus imagines that Dyson may have had to come in early or may be working on an assignment for the police. Even at this early hour the succubus can tell something big is going down. Everyone seems highly agitated that doesn't stop the fae woman from making a nuisance of herself.

Marching into the lieutenant's office without knocking though may have been a bit thoughtless, she could admit that in hindsight. "Detective Thornwood is taking some personal time," the older man said as he gathered up some files on his desk before trying to head back out of the office past the persistent woman. "I suggest you wait a week and then try his place again."

"Do you know where he's going? Where I can track him down?" the brunette was in his way as he tried to head out of his office.

He pulled the last few threads of patience he could muster out and replied, "He said it was personal time, I figured that meant it was personal, so I didn't ask."

The man is putting on his jacket as he heads down the hall, and Bo helps him by pulling up his sleeve. He thanks her and then pauses looking up and down the hall as he questions, "Look you two are an on/off thing, right?"

At her nod, he continues, "My advice, give him some alone time and let him get himself back the way he needs to be. He'll come back and maybe you can go back to whatever the two of you have…or he won't. In the meantime he does this sometimes, says he has to get back to nature. Go home have yourself a me-day or whatever the women are calling it these days."

She continues to follow him asking questions and favors. "Do you know where he goes, when he does this? Can't you call him in, tell him it's an emergency and that you're short-staffed. Ooh or maybe you can track his phone, find him that way?"

The older man has had enough though, "No I do not know where he goes. I believe in letting the off-duty personal lives of my men stay both personal and off duty." He was now staring at Bo as if she were crazy and personally offensive to him. "I am short-handed but I will also not call any of my detectives to come in on personal days, because some crazy ex- is stalking them. If he wanted you to know where he was or where he was going, I'm pretty sure he would have told you."

"As for suggesting that I use police equipment and resources to track down a man who has gone on vacation…?" The man sputtered out a tired guffaw, that lasted for about a minute before falling silent with a snap of his jaws as they closed. Glaring at Bo hostilely before he concluded, "No! Now get out of here before I have you thrown in a holding cell for interfering in a police investigation, several police investigations in fact.

He turned and headed down the hall before ducking into another office and basically slamming the door in her face. She almost opens the door but some last shred of common sense or possibly just self preservation finally kicks in and the succubus reluctantly gives up on using the lieutenant or his men to find her detective.

Instead she decides to head to the former home of the Dynamic Duo. She had left a few clothes there in case she ever found herself on this side of town and needed a place to catch a few minutes of rest. She still racked her brain trying to figure out why the werewolf wouldn't "help her out" or at least tell her where he was going.

~XOX~

The werewolf had left his motorcycle at a grocer at the edge of the Park he was currently hiking in. The other man was a fae and understand Dyson's occasional need to be in the forest at the odd full moon or certain times of the year. He would keep an eye on Dyson's transport du jour and in return Dyson would usually leave him with a few rabbits or some venison as payment. It worked out well for both of them.

Dyson had hiked his way in and was actually going a little deeper into the wooded area than he usually went. He needed not to be disturbed at all for the ritual. Finally he came to the edge of a lake and set up his camp there. He usually liked to sleep outside under the stars no matter the weather or season.

If they succeeded though he didn't see Kenzi with his bare essentials preferences for a campsite, and yes he really did mean that bare. So this time he had brought out a tent, a cooler of food and water and sleeping bags, not to mention the supplies he needed for the ritual. It had meant for a rather longer and rougher hike than usual but she was worth it. That's all he needed to think to carry on. It was all he had been able to think for the past few weeks.

He shifted and ran around for the rest of the night. He hadn't done this since before Hale had died and long before Kenzi had sacrificed herself for Bo. He knew the young human loved the succubus like a sister, but he also knew that Bo wasn't the only one of their little group that the Goth would risk her life for.

His former partners Tamsin and Hale could also claim the honor. Lauren on more then one occasion. Himself on numerous occasions. Even Hale's haughty little sister, and the Mesmer Vex had benefited from Kenzi's self-sacrificing ways. To say he was long overdue for a little downtime in his furred skin was an understatement.

Plus he wanted to use his enhanced wolf-senses to ensure that he was the only living thing in the area before he even thought of doing this ritual. By the time he had returned to the tent later that evening, he was assured there was no human, fae, or animal within five miles of where he had set up the tent. Without bothering to shift back to his bipedal form, the werewolf crawled into the tent

and curled up in his bedroll before falling fast asleep.

~O~

The next day Dyson hiked even further into the woods, and higher into the mountains, until he came upon a lake. He had hunted here before but never camped so far in. He took his time setting up the camp, setting a fire, preparing the tent properly for a human occupant. He even prepared some stew for the evening meal for Kenzi that night.

He had even managed to sneak into the Crack Shack to gather a few things for Kenzi. He'd had to pick up some clothes for her, warm clothes. He had taken the liberty of getting her some more practical boots though. Hiking and heels, just didn't mix.

As the evening drew near he went to the nearby lake and bathed for the ceremony. It may have only been the end of fall by the calendar but winter was already becoming well-entrenched so far in the mountains. The lake wasn't frozen but Dyson felt like he might be after the bath in his human skin. Of course if he'd tried to do that in his wolf form his skin would have been crusted with ice.

As night fell he let the fire warm his skin, he considered making one more run around the area. Finally he took the risk and shifted, he used his senses of smell and hearing more than sight as dusk was falling. Convinced by his own fae senses that there is no human or fae around for miles he returns to the campsite, where he waits for midnight to come.

On All Souls Day, November 2nd, fifteen minutes after midnight, Dyson begins performing the ritual. He kneels in the supplicant position and recites the incantation, swaying nude in the windswept chill of the night. Taking his old dagger he's had since he was a bairn, the werewolf cuts himself letting the blood flow down his fingers and into the fire.

The next part was a little more of a challenge. Trying to think of Kenzi, while the brisk wind was making him think of warm bedrolls. The werewolf masturbated using the blood as a lubricant. He thought of Kenzi, her usually fiery spirit, warmed him, Her glowing eyes and sparkling spirit warmed his heart. Their kiss and few embraces brought the spark he needed to arouse him. The werewolf had to admit the dreams he had been having had helped add to his small but growing hoard of fantasies about the human. He was greatly looking forward to their number growing when this ritual worked. Not if it worked but when, for him there was no other option.

He rises to his feet when he feels himself getting close and using the blood and his pre-cum he finishes the chant as his cum shoots into the fire. He has a split second to have a giddy thought about firemen. When a body slams into his and he goes down hard on the blanket he had spread under him and the nearly frozen hard earth under him.

He looks up into the wild gray eyes of Kenzi above him and realizes that she is slick, with some wet substance, just as nude as he is and real. Breathing, well panting really and here with him. Alive.

Without thought the werewolf, reaches up and grabbing her by the back of the neck, he pulls her down. He wasn't exactly gentle but the kiss was intense and their could be no doubt to the woman that he wanted her, wanted this, and she was responding with equal fervor and passion.

Her skin as he slid his hand up and down tracing the bones in her spine, was cold, and slick with whatever the liquid was, he used both hands now. Touching her, testing the texture and smoothness of her skin, learning the bumps and hollows of her bones, relearning the taste of her lips.

"You're real," and then groans deeply as she slides along his groin, "and you're really here." The grin he gives is part joy and part mischief as he continues giving her short intense kisses that seem to be working them both into a frenzy.

She responds by capturing his face in both of her hands and caressing him as if relearning him, she asks, "How are you here?"

Then looking around is suddenly aware of where she is and of al the odd little sensations. The temperature is too warm near the fire and too cool away from it. A couple of too sharp rocks are under her right foot. Then he kisses her again and she is suddenly aware that they are nude and he doesn't stop with kissing. Which is just fine with her.

Carefully he flips her over on the blanket which is still slightly damp from his earlier bath. He doesn't let it distract him from the pearly perfection that is her skin though. He pays special attention to her breasts, her abdomen, he is momentarily distracted by her missing scar. Her scent though distracts him again from the loss of the scar. His nose tracing around her belly button provides another distraction as he discovers she is very ticklish here.

Laughter from Kenzi while making love to her is a revelation. Her fingers in his hair are a temptation and her scent leads him lower, where he is determined to deliver a multitude of ecstasies, to his mate. Then he notices the tip of the mark, resting there on her upper, inner thigh.

To say he worshipped that mark as intensely as he had been worshipping the woman, could have been contested by the werewolf in question. Except he was too busy enjoying doing both. Kenzi however was too busy appreciating the oddly erogenous area. Something that hadn't happened before her wolf had touched the area.

Then he rose over her, to enter her and she stroked her own fingers over the matching mark on his own thigh and then higher. She smiled, a wide grin, and said what he had been thinking ever since she had appeared in his arms. "Mine."

He would like to say by the time he slid into her bodies welcoming embrace with tenderness and care, but the truth was this was a claiming that was long overdue. His body slammed home and she wrapped her legs around his lower back. Her thighs surprisingly holding him firmly as she slid along his length even as he withdrew, only to meet again with equal force. Both of them making cries that were animal-like and high pitched at the same time.

There was the occasional odd giggle from Kenzi and the near owls that came from his throat unbidden. His wolf was content at last, but was definitely enjoying the bonding. He didn't have to mark Kenzi she was already marked as his. Even though they were both in the throes of an incredibly, intense love making session, he felt as though they were waiting for something.

Both of them were building toward something, he could feel Kenzi literally rippling around him, but neither of them had found their release yet. The ache in his balls and cock was almost painful. Kenzi had been screaming so long and intensely she had barely a voice or breath left and then it came from him so easily. "I love you, mine, my own."

Only a few seconds later, Kenzi responded, "I love you, mine, my wolf." She slammed down on him once more and snarled possessively, "Mine!" Equal howls rent the air as they both came, Their bodies shuddering uncontrollably for several minutes, the walls of her channel locked down tight around his cock.

Dazed they lay there together on the crumpled blanket, not even noticing the glowing mist that came off their skin and lifted into the night around them. Dyson did notice the faint far off answering howls, but they were far enough in the distance not to be a threat. More a joyful response for the lone wolf who had finally mated.

He noticed the continued shivering of the beauty he held close to his chest and the still chilled skin of her bare back. Kenzi was still locked tight around him and that was fine with him. Maneuvering carefully he still managed to rise to his knees and then his feet and walk to the tent with her legs still wrapped around his torso.

Dyson even managed to zip the flap closed behind them, before making the two of them comfortable in the makeshift den he had created for them. The sensations that had been created in their short trip to the tent had stimulated him back to hardness. "Later," he thought willing his erection back down as he worked to warm up his little gray-eyed human. "We have time now." And when he found what he was looking for they would have even more time. "All the time in the world."