Henry cried out, feeling sweat begin to drip from his brow. Mohegan licked up the small of his back. Henry could feel himself about to come, and just as he released, Mohegan bit his shoulder. His teeth were hot and sharp, pulling at his skin. Henry cried out, "Oh fuck, Mohegan!"

  Mohegan licked Henry's shoulder, s ll hard inside Henry. He whimpered as Henry pulled away, his cock sliding out of Henry.

  "Lay down, Mohegan," Henry commanded, turning around and pushing Mohegan down into the pillows. Mohegan se led down, but seemed uncomfortable with being the one on the bo om. Henry climbed over him to straddle his hips, lowering himself back onto Mohegan.

  The beast in Mohegan wanted to push Henry down, to dominate him and claim him, but his human side enjoyed the sight of Henry above him, framed by the stars. Henry groaned, riding the big dick up and down, watching Mohegan's face. Mohegan cheeks were bright with color and his eyes rolled up every me Henry got the angle right. Eventually, Mohegan grabbed Henry's ass and began pushing up into him, then, le ng out a howl of ecstasy, flooded Henry with his seed. Henry felt himself come again, seconds a er Mohegan, le ng his own so howl echo a er the loud primal call of the Alpha.

  Mohegan panted, looking at Henry from his perch of pillows, and Henry fell forward against his chest. "I love you too, Mohegan."

  They gazed up at the sky. The moon was a crescent, and the candles were turning into puddles. Mohegan breathed in Henry's scent, enjoying the vanilla scent from the candles mixed with Henry's perfect skin. "Stay with me tonight."

  Henry snuggled close to Mohegan, pulling up the blanket that had earlier concealed the bed of the truck. "Mohegan, what about my parents?"

  "I don't want to think about any of that. I just want to spend the night with you." Mohegan turned his head to look at Henry, his mohawk falling into his eyes.

  "I really can't say 'no' to you." That night, Mohegan claimed Henry's body mul ple mes. Their love making lasted long into the morning, un l they both were exhausted from it.

  Henry woke up early, hi ng the alarm with great force. He yawned, looking over to see Mohegan's tan body sprawled out on the bed, his hair s cking up in the back. Henry pulled the large arm off his waist, si ng up. He pulled his pants on, then grabbed his undershirt. Ge ng up, he headed to the bathroom. His neck was covered in hickeys, and Henry grinned, glad he wore a bu on-down shirt that would cover up most of the bruises.

  Henry walked back into the bedroom, just as Mohegan opened his eyes, le ng go of his pillow. "You going to school?"

  "Yeah, I was just gonna make some coffee. You can sleep in if you want." Mohegan shook his head. He slipped on some pants, but remained shirtless. "No, I'll make the coffee." As Mohegan walked by, he kissed Henry's head. "Good morning."

  Trensha snorted, jumping off the couch, and Mohegan picked the dog up and kissed her as he held her in his arms. Henry gathered his schoolwork, making sure he hadn't forgo en anything. They sipped their coffees, staring at each other. Henry looked at the clock, se ng down the cup. "I better go."

  Mohegan stood to walk outside with Henry, but as he opened the door he sniffed the air. "Your father's here."

  Henry looked up at Mohegan, mor fied. "What, why would Pa—" Henry looked over to see his father climb out of his Ford and walk towards them. "Hey, Pa."

  Rodger stood at the base of the porch, and gestured to Henry. "Boy. Come here." Henry looked up to Mohegan, s ll mor fied, but did as his father asked and walked towards him. Rodger's lips curled. "Go home."

  "Pa, please let me explain." Henry touched his father's arm, but his father only closed his eyes and shook under his hand.

  "I didn't come here to talk to you," Rodger said, pushing his son away. His eyes were cold as he glared up at Mohegan.

  "Pa? Why are you here?" Henry asked, looking between them. Rodger clenched his fist. "Henry! There are things you don't understand, I need to speak to him. Now, go home!"

  Mohegan waved dismissively at Henry. "It's fine, Henry." Henry nodded and reluctantly got on his bike. He gave them one last look before driving off. Maybe his mother would have a be er idea of what was going on.

  *~*~* Mohegan stared down at Rodger, his knuckles cracking as he began loosening up. Rodger took his coat off and threw it to the ground. "I told you to stay away from my son, beast!"

  "Your son shouldn't taste so good," Mohegan sneered, enjoying the anger that crossed over Rodger's face.

  Rodger Conner wasn't big man—though not many could compare to Mohegan's bulk—but what he lacked in physical abili es, he made up for in bravery. He did not fear Mohegan, even knowing the injun in front of him was a true monster.

  "You really want to do this, Rodger?" Mohegan grinned, walking down the steps. "You really think you can take me?"

  Rodger balled his hands into fists, digging his feet into the ground and ge ng into a figh ng stance. "I know what you made him into, and I can't forgive that."

  Mohegan licked his lips. "Do you really think you can do anything against me?" Mohegan cracked his neck. "Fine. For Henry's sake, I won't kill you."

  "For Henry's sake, I will kill you," Rodger said. They ran towards each other. Rodger punched him in the ribs; Mohegan took the first few hits, gauging Rodger's strength. Then he grabbed Rodger's arm and threw him to the ground. Rodger cried out, but struggled out of Mohegan's grip. Rolling out from under him, Rodger came around the side, driving his elbow into Mohegan's back. Mohegan coughed, but was able to sweep Rodger's legs out from under him.

  Rodger huffed, watching as Mohegan turned towards him, a smug smile on his face. "Wanna know what I love about your son? He's got a ght ass and he loves to take my dick. He calls out my name, wan ng me to drive it in deeper." Mohegan spat blood out of his mouth, laughing as Rodger jumped up again to con nue pummeling at Mohegan.

  Although a few blows hit Mohegan squarely, he was s ll able to throw Rodger onto the porch steps, making the man yell out in pain. "You're a demon." Rodger groaned. "Anything you've done to my son." Rodger sneered. "I can fix."

  "I don't know, Rodger." Mohegan pushed his mohawk out of his face. "Your son came onto me, wanting to suck my dick. I didn't ask him to."

  Rodger jumped back into the fray, knocking Mohegan over with his momentum. Once he was on the ground Rodger was able to pin Mohegan's arms with his knees, and punched Mohegan's face a dozen times.

  In a show of strength, Mohegan pulled himself up, his abs strong enough to lift himself and Rodger up off the ground, allowing him to unpin his arms. Mohegan grabbed Rodger, throwing him back towards the house where he again landed on the porch steps. Mohegan shook his head, sending blood flying. He was feeling a bit dazed, but tried to shake it off. Mohegan rubbed his face, pan ng, surprised at how worn out he was ge ng from a fight with a human. "Mr. Conner, you should be proud of your son." He coughed. "He's my mate. You figured out I'm Alpha, right?"

  Rodger snarled. "I know you're a monster. Half this place is filled with demons like you. I know you won't stop infec ng my son un l—"Rodger reached behind him, pulling out the revolver that he had hidden under his shirt. Mohegan clutched his chest, feeling where the hot lead had entered his chest. He fell to his knees, looking up at Rodger in shock. "You're dead."

  Rodger looked away from Mohegan. "The worst part is knowing how much my son actually cares for you. She made that very clear."

  Mohegan coughed up blood, and growling loudly. "What?!" Another shot rang out, and the next bullet entered Mohegan's stomach. Mohegan yelped, falling back to the ground. Rodger walked closer to him. "I know one bullet won't kill you." Rodger pointed the gun at Mohegan's heart. "Goodbye, Mohegan." Mohegan roared, his body trying to transform before the bullet could enter his furry chest. Rodger looked around, knowing others would come at the dying call.

  Mohegan felt himself slipping into unconsciousness. "I… I've always… loved your…son. It was never a game."

  Rodger narrowed his eyes. "I'm not sure if that makes it be er or worse." Rodger walked away, climbing back into his truck, and pulling out of the driveway. As he le he glanced to his rear view mirror to see Mohegan lying mo onless in front of his house.

  Chapter Twelve

  Henry paced, restless and bored. His mother and sister had gone on holiday, leaving the house with just the servants. When he heard the rumble of his father's ford, Henry ran outside. "Pa! What's going —"

  Henry's eyes widened as he took in the bloodstained shirt, his father's bruised and ba ered knuckles, the state of his father's face. "What did you do?" Henry's voice cracked, tears welling in his eyes.

  His father closed the truck door and would not meet Henry's eyes as he approached. "I finished it. You won’t be forced—" He swallowed. "You won’t be forced to sully yourself with him anymore."

  "What?" Henry touched his father's shirt. Blood coated his hand where Henry touched it, confirming Henry's fears of violence. "Forced? I was never forced."

  "He's one of those monsters! I did what was best for you!" He was pleading with Henry to see reason. "He wanted you to be his... his bitch!"

  Tears rolled down Henry's face, "Pa... what did you do?"

  "I killed that bastard!" Henry could only stare, horrified, "No. No. You're lying! He would have—" His father tried to hug him, but Henry threw him off, "No!" Henry jumped on his bike and sped away from the ranch, the wind catching his tears as he drove towards Mohegan's house.

  He skidded the bike to a halt just inside Mohegan's driveway, not caring that the motor was s ll running as he rushed over to Mohegan and dropped down beside him. He looked pale, and the ground around him was puddle with blood.

  Shiva, Shuey and Lootah were gathered around him, licking at his wounds. Shiva li ed her face at Henry's approach. She was in wolf form, and her white muzzle was stained red. She shook her head and once again assumed the shape of a beau ful woma. "Henry! You have to make him shi ! Lycanthrope's pump more blood; he'll be able to close the wounds. Shuey, dig harder and get the bullets out!"

  Henry ran up to Mohegan, who looked at him with fading eyes. "How? How do I make him shift?" Beside him, Shuey was trying carefully to move his fingers inside Mohegan's chest, and he let out a sigh of relief when his fingers produced a bullet fragment. "You need to do something that gets him going. His body is shu ng down; he's not lucid enough to shi on his own, it has to be a primal urge." Shuey and Shiva switched places, and she was again shi ed into a wolf and resumed lapping her tongue against Mohegan's chest, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

  "Mohegan. Listen to me," Henry ran a hand through Mohegan's hair. "You have to shi . Come on, think about the beast, about what we did last night." Henry kissed him, his tongue dar ng into Mohegan's mouth. Mohegan closed his eyes, and Henry could feel his lips moving slightly against his own. Henry pulled away to find those golden eyes gazing back at him, but almost as quickly as they opened he closed them again.

  Lootah looked Mohegan over. "That's going to take too long; we need to do something else." Henry turned to face him. "What do you want me to do?" Lootah shi ed and pounced Henry, knocking him to the ground. Mohegan turned his head at Henry's startled gasp just as Lootah snapped his jaws around Henry's arm hard enough to draw blood. Mohegan growled, and with the last bit of his strength he wrapped a clawed hand around Lootah's throat and began trying to thro le him.

  Lootah whined, but Mohegan's grip only grew ghter as more of his body shi ed into his wolf

  form.

  Light-headed and delirious, Mohegan struggled to stand up, li ing Lootah up off the ground with him. "Mine." The wounds had stopped bleeding, and as Mohegan moved more and more, the openings began to sew themselves closed. Lootah flailed in Mohegan's grip, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, no longer able to take even the shortest of breaths.

  Henry tugged at Mohegan's arm. "It's alright, let him go." Mohegan snarled at Lootah, then turned to Henry. Lootah fell to the ground as Mohegan released him. "Mine." Mohegan pulled Henry close, then pushed him to the ground and began to pull his pants down. "Mine."

  "Damn it." Henry was turned around and pushed over as Mohegan began groping him. "Mohegan! Snap out of it!" Shuey looked away, sighing out in relief. "He's ac ng on ins nct. He's not gonna be himself for a while."

  Henry pushed Mohegan off him and attempted to scramble away. Mohegan grabbed his leg, and Henry clawed at the ground in vain to pull away. "Don't just stand there!"

  "You were very brave," Shiva said as she picked Lootah off the ground.

  "No—no problem." Shiva kissed Lootah, smiling down at him. They stood a long moment, staring into each other's blue eyes. "You’re a knight in dog armor."

  "Please—anyone?!" Henry tried to push Mohegan's big clawed hands out of his shirt, even as Mohegan bit down on his neck, the big tongue wrapping around Henry's throat.

  Shuey approached Mohegan cau ously, crouching low to the ground, and growled in low tones. Mohegan growled more loudly in reply, but finally released Henry. Mohegan snarled and moved to pin Shuey to the ground. Shuey submi ed immediately. "Mohegan... think who I am. I'm not a wolf right now."

  Mohegan sniffed Shuey, cocking his head. Eventually he sat back on his haunches, rubbing his chest as if trying to figure out how he'd go en there. Henry looked down at the state of his clothes. They were torn to shreds; his pants had been torn completely in two. "Shit, I can't believe my father—shit!" Mohegan watched as Henry got up, whining at him. Henry wrapped his arms around him. "I'm going to pack my things, get a change of clothes and some money. I promise I will never go back to that house. I'll never forgive my father for this."

  Shuey's eyes grew wide, "Rodger... Rodger Conner did this?" Henry nodded, kissing Mohegan, "I'll be back as soon as I can. Be careful, I don't want to see you hurt that way again."

  Moving to his bike, he picked it up and looked it over. Assured the bike was okay despite his callous treatment, he straddled it and glanced at the others. Shuey lingered nearby, Shiva and Lootah were already preparing to head back to town. Shuey lead Mohegan into the house, nodding to Henry as he pulled out of the drive and sped back towards his house.

  His father's ford was gone when Henry arrived, and the ranch was completely devoid of life—even the servants were gone. Henry walked into his house. It was dark, only the light from the windows illumina ng the rooms. He slammed the front door closed, then stomped to his room.

  He tried to grab as much as he could from his closet, stuffing all he could fit into a single suitcase. Dropping to his knees Henry unlocked the safe built into the floor, opening it to reveal several stacks of cash—his life savings, carefully saved from the allowance his father gave him. He packed the money in a duffel, throwing it over his shoulder as he stood up and grabbed his suitcase. He took a last look around his room, feeling a sudden rush of emotion. He would never see it again.

  Finally making himself turn away, he went downstairs to the living room—and stopped as he no ced a figure si ng in one of the lounge chairs, smoking a cigar. The end lit up as the occupant inhaled deeply, revealing a pretty face.

  "What are you doing here?" Mala grinned, walking out into the small bit of sunlight that was peeking out from the curtains. "Hm?" She cocked her head. "Why, I'm a guest. Your father let me in."

  "But, he's not here. Where did he go?" Mala blew out a large black cloud of smoke, smiling at Henry, "He should be rounding up towns folk for a very educa onal mee ng." Mala grinned when Henry frowned. "He's going to tell them all about the werewolves next door."

  Henry gri ed his teeth, angry and afraid for his friends, for Mohegan. "They'd laugh him out of town."

  "Well yes..." She turned away from Henry, taking another draw off the cigar. "They would. If he didn't have proof."

  "Proof?"

  "He's got a Lycan trapped." She blew out the smoke.

  "Who? Who does he have?" Mala turned, walking towards Henry. "Don't you think it's strange? A pre y young Lycan comes to town just as you and Mohegan get... friendly?" She brushed her hand against Henry's cheek. "A wolf that is strong enough to breed with Mohegan? One of such high caliber blood and standing? What? She just happens to traipse into Mohegan's territory?" Mala squeezed Henry's shoulder, walking behind him.

  "Shiva?" Henry looked at the ground then his eyes darted to the door. "Mohegan's heard by now, I'm sure." Mala yawned. "Once he hears that she was taken by the humans..." Mala whispered into Henry's ear, "Well, Mohegan won’t let the female pregnant with his child be murdered."

  Henry swung his head around. "Shiva's pregnant?!"

  "You’re really sharp today." Mala kissed her finger then pressed it to Henry's nose. "So cute!" Henry pulled away. "If what your saying is true, then Mohegan will be falling into a trap. He'll show his true form to the entire town." Mala laughed, "A real blood bath. One the local officials will be forced to call in the government for. At first, the call in about monsters will seem like a hoax, but when the news shows images of Mohegan tearing people limb from limb, well…." She laughed, "They'll have to come."

  Henry ran to the door, but it wouldn't open. He tried in vain to unlock it, but it did not good. He pulled at it with all his might, but something was keeping it shut. Henry turned to her, looking horrified, "We have to do something! We have to save them, or Mohegan might—"

  "Die?" Mala pressed up against Henry, "I doubt it. He's a strong Lycanthrope. He's been trained. I've been condi oning him since he was ten years old. No," she pulled away, taking another drag from the cigar. "He'll kill the whole village, even your father." She laughed again, the sound chilling, " You know I was surprised when he didn't kill Rodger; you know he could have. No, instead he went down like a pussy. He told me he never wanted to hurt you like that, but when his pack is involved, Mohegan will destroy whatever stands in his way." She blew out the smoke, "Mohegan will win battles against even the U.S. Army."

  "I don't understand. You couldn't possible want all this to happen?" "Hmm?" She cocked her head, "Isn't that just the kicker?" She laughed, "It's exactly what I've been planning for. Your father and his halfwit friends were such wonderful pawns. Dr. Peters wouldn't have been able to learn as much about those Lycanthropes if I hadn't slipped some ancient texts in with his," she sneered, "library books. A er that it was simple to convince James and Billy to do anything I wanted them to. As for your father, well, he was much harder to convince. He wanted to believe that you would never fraternize with the enemy. When I tried to tell him how Mohegan had been tricking you, he immediately saw through my facade. He saw how much you were in love, and although it disgusted him, he s ll loved you, as I'm sure you love him. He wanted to save you without killing Mohegan. I wanted so badly for Mohegan to destroy him, I wanted Rodger's bloodstained carcass to be what ripped you two apart, but alas, some plans don't come to pass."

 

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