The Mark Of The Beast

12. Nature Of The Super Beast POV: Khyzer

The air felt heavy with moisture. Damp, a little humid, and maybe a little chilling by human standard if there was a human out in here in nothing but a pair of jeans. Not only is it lightly misting but the sky is gray and cloudy. The sun clouded over blocking the rays of sunshine. Also, I could smell the passing rain and the showers that have yet to come. I don't remember the weather mentioning anything about rain. A thin layer of fog creeps through trees lingering in the air. The ground was soggy from the rain and held standing mud and water puddles randomly scattered through the trees. There are very few birds still chirping up in the trees or moving about on the ground because of the weather. It's pretty still other me and the wind blowing a little here and there, but it'll pick up as the next rain shower moves in. The steady dripping from tree leaves and branches to the muddy ground or water puddles is the only consistent sound other than the wet sounds coming from the ground with my every step. I don't avoid any puddles at all. The standing rainwater puddles rinse my bare feet for a moment when I loudly splash through them.

Water puddles, mud puddles, ground soggy enough that the nightcrawlers are coming out of the ground in the daytime, fallen leaves and acorns among other fallen things soaking on the ground from the rain, I just tromped right through all of it without regard for my bare feet. They are getting covered in squishy slimy mud, leaves, twigs, and acorn tops, just whatever is the ground out here in the woods. Every step cakes another layer of the forest flooring between my toes and soiling the denim hem of my jeans that are not too long for my height but long enough to pool around the top of my foot and drag the ground at my heels a little. The hem is frayed at the heels already from walking barefoot in my jeans. When I wear shoes, usually my Harley boots or tennis shoes, it provides enough lift that my heels don't walk on the hem of my jeans as they don't drag the ground unlike when barefoot. Im not even bothered by how wet and cold the globs of mud feel between my toes. I love running barefoot or pad foot out in the forest with nature. The thought has occurred to me to just strip and shift so I can let my inner wolf run.

I have decided against it since he's being an asshole and only has one thing on our mind. He's driving me insane. Barely containable as he fights to get free none stop. Digging and scratching, running in circles, and pacing nonstop while howling, snarling, and whining constantly to be let out. He insists on me letting him free and giving him full control so he can go be near our mate who is just at the packhouse. If I could trust him it wouldn't be a problem but I can't trust him so it's a problem.

I let him out every night till dawn or till sometime after. It was an exhausting struggle to keep the animal at bay, bay meaning keeping from getting no closer than stalker distance. If mate were she-wolf it would be altogether different. A she-wolf would know and understand from being born a werewolf and raised from a pup around a pack of werewolves does make a big difference when it comes to this mating thing.

A she-wolf would have known at first sight as my wolf did. I got in close range of Alexis scent and it wasn't like when I could smell her lingering on her backpack or the lingering of her slow fading scent that was left behind at those buildings that burned. Her scent was the sweetest and so different from the scent than anything else I ever smelled. If she tastes as good as her scent smells Im gonna be very territorial. Alpha males get possessive. Oh Moon Goddess, please? I got almost to the club and her scent became so strong. Something came over me. My body just followed her scent right to her. Like my feet just moved on their own without thought and there was no stopping till I had had my eyes on her and beheld the most beautiful sight I ever laid eyes on. She smelled perfect, she looked perfect. I couldn't do anything but stop and stand right there, staring at her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, I wasn't even breathing. My heart stopped. I looked her up and down from head to toe just taking in every detail. I don't know how long I didn't breathe in or out, I didn't realize till I wanted to get close enough to touch her and close enough to sniff the intoxicating scent up close, that has to be addicting the way it's driving my wolf so f*****g wild that it took everything in me to not throw her down and take her right there. He was climbing the walls and howling and fighting for control to get to her. All he kept repeating over and over was the words "Mate", "Mine", "closer".

He would have thrown her down right there maybe I could have gotten him to drag her to the restroom or an ally or something but Im still not willing to bank on that. He had intentions of claiming what was his, and mine, ours the moment he saw her. It's not that I don't want to claim Shannon Alexis Chandler. What wouldn't I have given to claim her the very first moment I laid eyes on her because I knew from that moment on I can't unsee her and I couldn't unfind her. She was my mate. Mine. All mine. She belonged to me. She was created for me. Mates are made for each other by the Moon Goddess.

I'll never be able to live without her, I got to have her close to me all the time. I have to be able to see her and smell her and touch her. To dominate her and mark her as mine for everything on this earth with swinging d**k to see from a mile away that she belongs to me. I wanted all male werewolves, mated and unmated alike, from the stature of alpha down to omegas to smell my reeking stench on from 5 miles away. I wanted them to fear getting too damn close to her, to keep their distance well out of arms reach of her. Moon Goddess have mercy on any creature that so much as accidentally touches her in any way ever because I won't have mercy, and they won't have paws or hands. She is m mate. Mine. Mine. Mine.

The only problem is the fact that she is human and has no idea. She didn't have a wolf to smell my scent or be struck with love at first sight. If I touch her she can feel the sparks but she doesn't know by sense or instinct what the sparks mean. She feels some sort of way when she sees me, she feels some sort of being drawn to me a little. She gets aroused very easily I'm in the same room as her. She doesn't fear me and so far she has been real rational and calm as far as finding out about all the supernatural stuff and the devil and dahlia and the whole 9 yards.

She has been real quiet whereas in most cases in the past did a whole lot of screaming bloody murder from the very beginning and would still be screaming and in desperate need of Thorazine right now and probably next week and the week after that, still screaming and freaking out. She has been very well behaved by past comparisons.

I still try to keep in mind she is human and this ain't true blood. Vampires and werewolves don't have plans of coming out of the closet anytime soon if we ever do at all. Humans spend their lives believing we don't exist, even Lycanthropy is thought to be no more than a rare mental illness because there is no such thing as werewolves or vamps or anything else supernatural.

Only in fiction books and movies and TV shows and video games are where made-up characters can be werewolves or anything supernatural the human imagination wants to dream up for entertainment purposes.

The Holy Bible has its fair share of nonbelievers and doubters that it's all just made up. Same with any religion on this earth. Rogues do not conform or believe in the Moon Goddess. I assure you as I assured Alexis the Moon Goddess exists and I for a fact know she does exist because I saw her and talked to her more a few times and several other werewolves that can a test to being present for a handful of encounters with the Moon Goddess.

She doesn't hesitate to divinely intervene anytime she wants a 1on 1 with any werewolf she feels needs a 1 on 1. Once I didn't believe in our Goddess. I was cocky and thought more of what we are and our existence and why. We are Gods if you go by the food chain. We are superior to humans in every way. Why waste time on worshipping some God or Goddess that spouts about love and being kind and controlling the beast within when the beast can control the world. Im was a warmonger deep down without any respect for what being Alpha meant and the Moon Goddess was always trying to get me to listen. She spoke to me when I was 16, Selena was born to me and her mother, Morgan.

The Moon Goddess tried to divert me down a different path. I believed in nothing so she gave me something to believe in, Selena. I loved my pup and I was a father above all as much as I could be at such a young age but I still didn't give a flying f**k about the Moon Goddess or following her. I didn't give 2 shits about trying to be a good Alpha when my time came to take over my father's alpha position. I had an anarchic view of everything even on the Alphas throne and not a plan to follow through on for the good of my pack or my kind.

I was gonna spill blood till there was no more left to spill or unless the point got across before there was no more blood left to spill. Which pisses off our beloved Moon Goddess. The killing and pack wars and the steady fighting with rogues day in and day out, it was dark times that we brought upon ourselves. She appeared on the crowded battlefield and gave us a tongue lashing. She scolded us for our behavior and the way all the packs were at one another's throats. Rivers of blood were on each one of our hands and we should have been guilt-ridden and columned in regret But we didn't see how heathen we were being too busy fighting with one another to notice we were being closed in on by rogues and hunters. The Moon Goddess had enough that day. She pointed me out and called me out by name. "Khyzer the only son, the only child period, and heir of the Great Alpha Arcano. She was very disappointed in me for my actions and decisions. How dare I believe in nothing like I was nothing. No pride for the truly rare and beautiful way of the wolf spirit, werewolves are made from the most glorious and breathtaking parts of night's lunar phases. Werewolves are not heartless or soulless and we're never meant to breed hate. We are passionate, werewolves feel on the deepest levels especially love." This is why we love so damn deeply she can create 1 mate for every werewolf and mates complete each other and monogamously mate for life.

The Moon Goddess used the most powerful alpha voice to ever be heard by all the werewolf packs, she even made me fall to my knees in surrender when she declared "As of this moment there will be one Alpha to rule them all, 1 Alpha to rule all werewolves, and Alpha werewolves alike. There will be one Alpha charged with the preservation and peace to be settled among all the packs. Heed, the warning Khyzer the roguish ways that slowly but surely are becoming who you are, will not help in keeping my species from ultimately being extinct by our very own doings. I suggest you quickly wise up and figure out what the near future was to hold for Selena. What kind of world is she to grow up in if she grows up at now rests on your shoulders. Khyzer whether she grows into the leader her father should be born into a bloodline with pure Alpha blood runs through the veins as it ran through your fathers and your grandfathers and your great grandfather and your great-great-grandfather before him, etc."

I never gave Selena being a leader any thought because she wasn't a boy. I didn't have a son, she was the only child that was born when I was still a child myself. Alpha Females were not a thing. The Alpha is the foundation and strength of a pack. This makes me wonder how is the Moon Goddess our Almighty God and created but Alpha make ate the only pack leaders werewolves adhere to. Selena would have to marry an Alpha or an alphas son which does not put her in charge by pack laws, the one running s**t would be whoever she married.

The Moon Goddess said she would not be blessing me with another pup so there wouldn't be any second chances for a son. Morgan was not my mate as it was. I had been blessed with Selena and without a change of heart and newfound faith and enlightenment about doing more with the power i was given as a birthright for who I was born unto then the Goddess doubted I'd ever find my mate and without my mate no more pups.

To make things worse I was cursed with an extra form to shift into. She called it the warform and it mirrored my soul and who I was turning into. The warform is more of an abomination than being a werewolf or a lycan. which Lycans are extremely rare. I've never met a lycan. Yes, there is a difference between us and them. There are similarities between werewolves and Lycans but we are 2 completely different beings. I don't even begin to where Lycans derive from or why they are so rare. There is only little that is known about Lucas and none is concrete except where we differ and don't differ.

Lycan's shift into a humanoid-looking thing. They howl and growl and snarl and have the enhanced wolf senses. They shift into a 2 legged upright walking bald with no fur and hideous-looking creature. They don't have wolf eyes that glow with electricity that's not human-looking or possible.

Lycan if they can shift from human to Lycan and the back to human. They have human eyes that can turn into solid black orbs just like when we werewolves can see through the beast's eyes or when the beast takes over. The Arkanine warform is what me and max and braidyn and the rest of the army I took to the battlefield that day the Moon Goddess cursed us with this responsibility. The warform can't be honed by all my pack members.

It can be honed with control and discipline and it takes warrior character and a lot of focus. Will power. A solid heart, being truly fearless. dedication and commitment and you have to have had your wolf a few years and adapted and adjusted well. Knowing yourself and your wolf. Be as 1 with nature and the Beast Within to home the warform. It is not a form to shift into recklessness and misuse.

Werewolves are already super strong and super fast and are at least twice the size of regular wolves, but look just like wolves, just giant-sized. The Arkanine Warform doesn't look anything like a bear but that what I think of when comparing the Warform, their size is as big as a Kodiak or grizzly if not bigger. Like bears, Warform can work on all fours or upright on 2 legs.

Unlike Lycans our warform is still covered in whatever color fur our wolves have. Our warform has a wide but looks obviously like a wolf head. With fangs, snout and ears, and glowing wolf eyes, we can also take on our human form. Only in warform, we can use our glowing wolf eyes and beast eyes in severely beyond pissed-off moods get set off in then unleashing the beast.

The muscular form we have in our shoulders, arms, and chest is still visibly bulging in our warform. Our hands/paws take on a mutated look that still has all the fingers including the thumb and can be used the same as both our human hands. They are just way bigger than our human hands like the rest of our body, the palm side of our hands, and fingers feel like the rough calloused paw pads that wolves and other k-9 have on the bottom side of their paws for when they are walking. Fingernails become some ungodly and unbreakable and deadly sharp claws that grow real long for use the can be retracted to a Minimal but safer more manageable size claws resembling regular toenails or claws k-9 feet. Our back feet in our warform are huge with long sharp nails or claws like on regular k-9 feet. They are webbed between the toes and wide and can climb just as fast as they can run and are just as deadly as the front claws. Our posture looks hunched over even when standing upright on 2 legs and we are springy and agile, and favor a defensive stance that usually looks like we are squatted with all four on the ground when moving about. We agile and springy despite being huge. We can jump the distance across a canyon or the grand canyon. Warform doesn't heal at a fast rate like our human and regular wolf form.

In warform, we regenerate almost as quickly as the wounds are inflicted. Warform is not allergic to silver and takes double the Wolf and then it would normally take to put us down like kryptonite being thrown at superman. There not much that I know of, that can take down the Beast Within, if the beast goes into a primal rage, You will need a f**k ton If whatever it is that might be helping deal some damage. Plus you gotta be fast as lightning. We are predatory creatures, almost an unstoppable force of nature.

We weren't always this evolved. According to the ancient lore, in the beginning, werewolves could only shift if the moon was full and the shift happened at sundown and stayed till Sun up. It was not voluntary or convenient as being able to shift at will the Moon Goddess has blessed us and helped adapt us. She is a mother to us all. She loves us no matter what. I didn't always know that. I bowed down to the Moon Goddess after she bathed me in the moonlight on the battlefield and I shifted at her will into the warform for the first time, I prayed for I was a devout believer in the Moon Goddess Almighty. Prayed she would show me the way.

There was nothing more than no stop arguing, no agreements to be made. No compromise. No Peace. When it was all said and done on the battlefield that day. Still, there was only more bloodshed. More rebellion. I wandered alone for long while with nothing in my sight.

Something had to give, there hchachanges shee rogues had the number but not the ability to be able to run in a pack formation anywhere much less on a battlefield. If rogues could pack bond and trust other pack members completely or have that much love for their family they wouldn't be rogues they would still be with their pack. Sometimes rogues bite hum humans turn them on purpose, but they abandon them without even telling what is going on and what is gonna happen to them.

Even with the fact of rogues not having the ability to band together they were still outnumbering a pack of werewolves without the packs not being allied at all. I prayed to our Goddess to just tell what did she want me to do, just tell me. She came to me again and called me her son. She told me how much she loved me for when she created me she created a remarkable foe for all who oppose me will know it.

She said that there will be peace between and unity among all the packs and if I would have been listening on the battlefield then I would have heard her say there will be one alpha to rule them all, all werewolves and alpha wolves alike. Expect them to be stubborn and accept the challenges from seasoned Alpha wolves with more experience than what you have.

Remember when they challenge you that you are the one Alpha meant to rule them all. When members of your pack refuse to listen and death isn't for anyone good, You can break the strong will that needs to see the better way without breaking their will completely or for good, it doesn't mean their spirit is broken either. Unless that is what you were trying to do but that is a tragic thing to do to a wolf's spirit.....

To be continued