Mohegan: Native Instincts, page 10
"Jake, now isn't the me." Shuey said, picking Henry up and holding him gently. Henry could have died from the embarrassment he felt. His eyes were raw, and he could feel tear stains down his cheek. He closed his eyes as Shuey carried him from the clearing, too red and wrung out to think of anything to say. What was there to say? Once inside Shuey's house, Shuey took him into the bathroom. "You might want to take a shower..." Henry looked up at him, taking off the remaining scraps of his clothes quietly.
Ge ng into the shower, Henry bent over, turning the warm water on. As he moved he could feel a cold, thick liquid dribbling out of his ass and down his thighs. Henry gulped, what had he been thinking?
The shower felt nice; it allowed him to wash away the events of the previous night and feel brand new. He sucked in a breath of steam as the hot water hit his back and extremely tender ass.
Henry rubbed the steam off the bathroom mirror, looking at himself. Bruises had formed on his shoulder, and as he turned, he saw them all down his back from where Mohegan had bit him. There was a strange black spidering around the wounds, much like when he had been injured. These didn't seem inflamed like the previous one on his arm, however. Instead, they looked more like injec ons. Henry shook his head, pulling a large towel around him and leaving the bathroom, steam following him as he left.
A man was wai ng for him when Henry came out of the bathroom. Si ng in a wheelchair, Shuey's father was sipping a cup of tea. "Never thought Mohegan would take a mate."
Henry was surprised to see him there, "You know... about that?" "Yes. I know about it." The man took another sip of his warm tea, pushing a cup towards Henry. "Your friend Jake seemed very upset about the whole thing." With a sinister smile, the man con nued, "Big scandal, a white boy raped by a Lycanthrope."
"It wasn't rape." Henry said, his hand curling into a fist. It was true, all the emo ons were hi ng him at once, but Henry couldn't deny that he had wanted it. He had wanted Mohegan to love him, to choose him, and in a sense Mohegan had. But Henry had wanted the wolf to accept him, as Mohegan had, to show Mohegan they were the same. " I—I wanted Mohegan. I didn't want things to be like that last night, but it's not like I wasn't warned."
The man seemed disgusted with what Henry had said. "How could you want someone like him? He's a monster."
"He's not a monster." Henry's voice squeaked, and he felt a need to believe his own words, "He's a kind and tender man."
The man laughed, "Tender?! Was he tender when he bit into you? Tender when he forced himself in you?" Henry sneered at the man, gri ng his teeth. Shuey's father con nued, "The man who put me in this chair is not 'tender' and the sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be."
Henry grabbed the clothes that were si ng in the chair next to the man, forcefully pu ng the pants before he walked away. He slammed the door behind him as he le the house, pulling the shirt over his torso. Maybe all of this had been one huge mistake, but Henry couldn't think like that; it just made his heart hurt worse.
When Henry arrived home that morning, his parents were in a state of worry. A er having found his room empty the previous night, his mother's mind had gone through all kinds of horrible scenarios. "Where were you?!" his father growled, taking Henry into his arms, "You gave your Ma a fright."
"I'm sorry, Pa... I'm sorry..." Henry felt tears well up in his eyes, but he fought them back, "I just went out early."
Henry's mother looked him over, rubbing his hair back, "Why would you leave before dawn? What were you doing?"
"It's that Mexican girl isn't it?" his father said, shaking his finger at Henry, "You don't need to be —"
"It's not Amilee... We're finished. I—" Henry's thoughts raced, I went out to get Mohegan to choose me as his mate, I got screwed by a man, I'm a homosexual, I love him. Henry rubbed his forehead, "I just needed to clear my head, you know... I just got upset."
His father sighed, nodding his head, "It's for the best you ended things with that girl." He mo oned for Henry to follow, "Be er get to work though; you ain't off the hook for worrying your Ma."
*~*~* Henry kept himself busy during the days, working the ranch with his father. At night Henry's dreams would always lead to Mohegan, and not always a human Mohegan. It had been painful, but the pleasure he felt from Mohegan taking him had filled him with an intense need. He wanted Mohegan even more than before. He dreamed of being held tenderly, though some mes Mohegan would be forceful again, but either way Henry always woke up alone.
He splashed water on his face from the rain barrel by the barn, trying to dismiss the thoughts. It had been three days since he'd seen Mohegan, or even Jake. He was too embarrassed to go see his friend, and if he saw Mohegan... Henry didn't know if he'd love him or hate him. While it had been a wonderful feeling, Mohegan hadn't stayed with him ll morning; he'd le without so much as a
goodbye. Henry didn't know where he stood. What if Mohegan still wanted to be with Shiva instead? Henry could feel the wounds on his back. The one before had become infected easily, but these were healing quickly. The black threads seemed to be dissipa ng, becoming thin lines, and the red bruises were fading.
Shoving away from the rain barrel, he strode off to find more work to do, desperate to keep his thoughts at bay. When he finally dragged himself to bed, exhausted, he fell immediately asleep.
Henry woke up pan ng, looking over to see Mohegan lying next to him. "I miss you."
Henry reached over, "Mohegan... do you love me? Can we really even be together?" Mohegan climbed on top of Henry, kissing him passionately, "You're mine. All mine." Henry shivered as Mohegan's teeth grazed his skin. The feeling of his hand rubbing him mixed with his constant nips and hickeys made Henry writhe with pleasure. "Mohegan... ahhh!!"
Henry opened his eyes to his dark room, sighing, irritated as he lay back in his bed. The dreams felt so real. They were always so vivid, and they always le a problem in his pants. It was the last straw; he needed to see Mohegan. If Mohegan wasn't going to come to Henry, Henry was going to go to him.
The next morning Henry rode his bike to Mohegan's house. Shuey was si ng on the porch, watching as Henry parked in the driveway. "Henry..." Shuey waved for Henry to follow him around back.
There, Henry saw Mohegan si ng on the big tree trunk, medita ng, shi ing in and out of Lycan form. He was growling, changing from the furry wolf head to his scared face. Shuey put his hand on Henry's shoulder, "He's been like that since that night. He's going through a spirit walk. No food and only drinking what I've forced on him. He hasn't slept. He's just been doing this for the past four days."
Henry walked closer to Mohegan, his face stoic as he approached him. Shuey con nued, "He's very troubled with what he did. He said he wanted to find how to bring his two halves together. You know, I'd understand if you hated him. He'd understand." Shuey growled, "I'd hate him; it was sick what he did."
"No." Henry turned to Shuey, "It's okay." Henry went over to Mohegan. His nose visibly twitched as Henry came closer and sat down next to him. He whispered in Mohegan's ear, "I forgive you, Mohegan." Henry pet Mohegan's hair, kissing His scruffy cheek.
Mohegan's shi ing seemed to calm and his eyes flu ered as he dri ed out of his dream-like state. He shook his head, his eyes once more their dark brown color, and he looked at Henry, who was now holding his hand. "Henry..." His voice was hoarse, his throat dry.
"You're all skin and bones." Henry said, smiling up at him.
Mohegan enveloped Henry, holding him ghtly. "I'm so sorry." Henry got up, pulling Mohegan's hand, "Let's get you some food. Soup should be good for you. You'll need some rest as well."
Mohegan struggled to get up, his strong legs s ff from disuse. Shuey moved to help him, but Mohegan waved him off, op ng to lean on Henry. They brought Mohegan inside. Henry quickly went to work warming up a can of soup. Shuey propped Mohegan up on the couch. When Henry brought him the soup, Mohegan ate it noisily, obviously too tired and hungry to make an effort at eating quietly. Throughout, Shuey said nothing, but as Mohegan finished he stood up and said something that might have been a farewell. Henry did not pay a en on, all his focus on Mohegan.
A er Mohegan had eaten his fill, Henry helped him to the bedroom, Henry laying beside him. Mohegan seemed like he wanted to say something, but was unable to, only opening and closing his mouth. Henry brought him close, whispering in his ear, "Do it properly next time."
Mohegan looked wide eyed at Henry, his lips pulling into a smile. "I don't deserve you." "I know... but you got me." Henry said, enjoying the feel of the hard body next to him. Mohegan fell asleep quickly, and Henry slipped quietly away.
Henry could see Shiva and Shuey talking outside as he approached, wondering when the hell Shiva had shown up. He only just heard Shuey say, "I don't understand it. With what he went through I thought he'd be dead for sure."
Shiva's head turned upon seeing Henry, and they watched as he came down the steps and walked towards them. Shiva came closer to Henry, pu ng a kind hand on his shoulder, "Are you in any pain?"
"No." Henry pulled away slightly. "What are you two talking about?" Shiva seemed hesitant, but Shuey quickly said, "The wounds Mohegan gave you. He tore up your back with teeth and claws. It's a wonder you're not blistered and festering."
Henry raised an eyebrow at Shuey, "Yeah... I did wonder about that." Shiva li ed Henry's shirt, looking at the healing wounds, "I think Mohegan gave Henry a Lycan resilience, look at how the bruises are disappearing."
Shuey looked apologe cally to Henry, "It seems like Mohegan gave you fast healing. Though I doubt it will stay in your system much longer. But it does explain why the wounds haven't gotten worse."
Shiva sniffed Henry, "I can s ll smell Mohegan; he's been marked. I didn't know humans could be marked." Shiva twirled her two-toned hair, the blonde strands cascading down her tan hand.
"Marked?" Henry pushed his shirt back down, trying to move away from their curious stares. Shuey looked to Shiva, then back at Henry, "When a Lycanthrope takes on a mate, they leave their essence inside them. It's a way for other Lycan to know that the person is taken."
"Taken?" Henry repeated, liking the sound of it. He frowned at Shiva, wondering why she was being so forthcoming, when she was the one Mohegan was supposed to have marked. "Why are you here?"
"I wanted to see how Mohegan was doing. I'm glad you're both all right." Shiva said, then added, "You don't need to worry about me, I have no interest in spli ng the two of you apart." She put her thumb up towards him, "We are 'A-Okay.'"
Henry nodded at her, "Thanks. Where are you going to stay?" Shiva pivoted, walking around, "I don't know. I'm sure that one of the other pack members will let me stay with them un l I find a more suitable mate. Shuey, mind giving me a li back to the rest of the pack?"
"Not at all," Shuey replied, and led her way. Henry watched them go, then went inside to check on Mohegan again before he le . Locking up the cabin, he started his bike and headed home, enjoying the cool night air.
They said their farewells and parted ways. Henry enjoyed the cool night air as he headed home on his motorcycle.
Chapter Eight
Mohegan walked across the hardwood floor, feeling every ache in his body. He groaned, walking into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Then he headed into the living room, stopping when he saw the pretty woman sitting in his recliner.
"Good morning, Mohegan." He had not sensed her or expected her, but there she sat in his living room. Mohegan stopped, turning towards the recliner to get a good look at the woman si ng in his favorite chair. He rubbed his eyes, desperately hoping it wasn't who he thought it was. "Mala."
She smiled at him, moving her bangs out of her eyes. "You knew I was coming, brother. It was only a matter of time."
Mohegan growled, turning back into the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee before returning to the living room. He sighing heavily as he sat on his sofa. Trensha braved from her hiding spot to lay by his feet, growling at Mala from the safety of Mohegan's legs.
"You can't expect to get away with behaving as you did without ge ng an earful from me." She snapped her fingers at the pitbull, trying to get Trensha to come over to her. Trensha moved closer against Mohegan's legs, and let out a so woof. Mala sneered. "Sarah told me something funny Mohegan. Wanna know what it was?" Mohegan put his mug on the table, leaning back into the cushions, wai ng for the inevitable screaming match that was to come. "She told me that you told a human what you were. Now why would she go and say a thing like that?"
"Because it's true," Mohegan said simply. "Hmm? Is it? Well then, I guess it's true what a li le puppy told me then. You took a mate Mohegan? Would you like to tell me who that was?" She asked, looking at her long nails.
"You know who it was or you wouldn't be here. What do you want Mala?" Mohegan growled. "Tell me!" She snarled, her face contor ng in anger.
"It was him," Mohegan said. "It was Henry Conner. I took him as my mate." "Conner, hmm? Conner? Now why is that name s o familiar?" Mala said, licking her tongue across her teeth.
"Mala." Mohegan looked away. "I know what you're thinking..." " Do you Mohegan?" Mala jumped up. "First you tell a kid that you're a Lycan, then you pass up your chance to be a father, and then you mate with that boy. A boy, Mohegan! Not just any boy, oh no. You can't have your rebellion with just anyone, you choose Rodger Conner's kid." Mala laughed. "You know what Rodger Conner is up to, don't you?"
"I've done what you wanted all these years. Why can't you let me have this one thing?" Mohegan snarled. "I've already marked him." His words seemed to set Mala off even more.
"Liar!" She stood and stalked over to the sofa. She slapped him, scratching his face with her nails. "No! You've destroyed your tribe! You know that war is coming, yet you would bring a human into your pack? As what? Your consort?"
"It isn't like that." Mohegan growled. "Balrog has been an cipa ng Conner's moves, and you should have as well if you hadn't been off fucking his son!"
"I've killed who you've wanted me to kill. I've followed your orders without ques on! I've done what you wanted me to do!" Mohegan snarled.
"Have you, Mohegan? I've let you play with these dogs! I've go en you where you are, so don't forget what I've done for you. You want this kid so badly, yeah?" She laughed. "Be prepared for the consequences."
"Mala... please, no." Mala turned as Mohegan grabbed for her hand. "They're not coming here?" "It's out of my hands, Mohegan. I didn't tell them, but word has go en out from Sarah's big mouth. I promised to keep your pack safe, Mohegan, but this I cannot do. He's not Lycan, he's not even tribe, Mohegan!" She turned to him and saw he was close to tears. "Mohegan..." Her eyes softened as she looked down at him.
"Please save him, Mala. Please." Mala turned her head, not looking at him. "He's not Lycan…" Mala sat back down in the chair, pu ng her chin in her hand as she thought. Her eyes darted back to Mohegan. "Mohegan, what will you do when Rodger Conner begins to kill off your pack, when he is at your hand? Do you think Henry would forgive you for murdering his father?"
Mohegan grit his teeth. "I would do whatever I had to if it meant protecting my pack." She smiled at him. "There is a way. It hasn't worked in the past, but I've been experimen ng with an ancient ritual, one from medieval London. If you did mark the boy, he might be able to be turned."
Mohegan shook his head. "It will kill him. You said yourself you've never gotten it to work!" "I've never tried it with a wolf with Lycan blood as strong as yours, and if the boy can handle your…" she paused, glancing down at Mohegan's jeans and raising an eyebrow, "…tenacity, then he may survive the transformation."
"What if it kills him?" "Well, it will save the council from having to do it for you. Think about what will happen if he survives?" She smiled. "A Lycanthrope. You will get your mate without the worry of anyone taking him away."
"How do you do it?"
"Let me handle that, dear brother."
*~*~*
"You wanna do what?" Jake asked, looking at Henry as if he were crazy. "We should have a party. Come on, a bonfire, the pack all out together without the furry bits." Henry smirked. "It will be fun. I think it could get Mohegan to loosen up."
"You're unbelievable." Jake shook his head. "Alright, I'll ask Shuey to set it up. You have to tell Mohegan about this little plan of yours."
Henry grinned. "Yes! It's gonna be a bash!" Jake agreed to gather the pack and invite everyone to Mohegan's for the party. They had agreed Saturday would be the best day for it. When Saturday morning dawned Henry took his father's key to the old truck, which was now used for transpor ng feed mostly, and headed into town to buy the rest of the supplies. He parked outside the local liquor store, he went in looking around before heading up to the counter. "Hey, how much for a couple cases?"
"You got your proof?" The man smiled, looking down at Henry. Henry reached into his pocket and slipped a twenty-dollar bill onto the table. "Everything look in order?"
"Well, it might look legal, but you don't want your dad learning about your recent purchases, do you?"
Henry rolled his eyes, pu ng another ten on the table. "We square?"
"Yes, sir."
The shopkeeper loaded the cases of beer, stacking the wooden crates into the back of the beat up truck. Henry bought some cups and plates from the nearby convenience store, but as he was leaving a large black man stood in the doorway, blocking his exit. The man glared down at him; he was almost as large as Mohegan and his nose twitched as he stared at Henry. He wasn't very handsome, but he had a regal air about him.
"Something wrong?" The store owner came up behind Henry. Upon seeing the large black man, he said, "You need to take your business elsewhere, boy."
The stranger turned his a en on to the shopkeeper, a quick flash of a smile coming on his face. "My mistake." He looked again at Henry, as if sizing him up, before leaving to join his companions.
Henry watched them walk away. Could they be...? No. Henry shook his head; now he was going to believe everyone was secretly a Lycanthrope.
