Feral Lust [18+ mature]

Aberration

Even though they fought and won against their biggest enemies, the glorious win did nothing to make any of the two packs and vampires happy. While a lot of lives were lost, Blayne was hanging onto the last thread of hope to see his wife, his mate for one last time before he would have to leave the world forever. He had seen his daughter already and was grateful that she had been unharmed despite going through a brutal fight like the one that had just gone down. He was proud of her due to the courage she showed and the bravery with which she sparred. More so, he knew his mate was safe in the woods, he was content that he could now leave without having to worry about his family. There was a sudden commotion around him. A horde surrounded him and it was getting harder for him to breathe. Everyone was whispering to one another. Voices full of grief and sorrow but it was all monotonous. And then he heard that voice; the voice of his mate, of his life. She was shouting his name, "Blayne. Oh my God..."

Suddenly the other voices faded away, they were drowned out by Colina's cries as the most beautiful face he had ever seen, but always failed to express the same, materialized in front of him. He regretted how he hadn't expressed that how much he loved her, how much she meant to him, and now was the last time that he could, so that thought alone wanted him to stay. Tears ran across his beloved's face, making his heart clench. He wanted to make his last minutes count.

Celeste stood about four feet away from her parents, not prepared for what was to come. She was strong; in fact strongest in her pack but in this moment, she felt fragile; weak. She was in a dilemma. She wanted to say goodbye, except she didn't. She could hear him taking his final breaths; harsh and painful. His time was coming closer and closer as the seconds were passing by.

Then she heard her mother's sobs grow louder, "Blayne, please don't leave me. Oh God! Please." She cried out. "Hold on for me, I'm going to do everything to heal you." Even though Blayne knew that he was a lost cause, Colina didn't want to give up.

Stuttering, Blayne whispered, "My love, d... don't waste yo... your energy over a sink... sinking ship." Inhaling a sharp breath, she replied fiercely, "But you're not! I'm not giving up on you and I'm not going to let you do that either." With that said, she tapped onto her inner healer, letting the powers take over her. She placed both of her hands on Blayne's chest sending a warmth through his cold body. She was determined, she was not going to let her husband die, not when she knew that he could be saved. She had always been hiding the extent of power possessed by her, from the world and from her family as well but now she wouldn't. It didn't matter that it would taper the wards that her mother had died building around her to keep every bad creature lurking for power, away.

Everyone gasped as a shining blue-ish light emitted from Colina's palms, reaching directly for Blayne's wound. It felt warm against Blayne's skin. He could feel the tug of his mate's power, he could feel that he was coming back. On the brink of death, he almost gave up when suddenly he felt wispy as though a boulder had lifted off of his shoulders. He gasped, grabbing Colina's now ice cold hands in his warm ones. He felt alive but could feel the lack of something significant. Something was amiss, but what? He couldn't yet figure it out. It wasn't even the time to contemplate such things, he was alive and his wife had saved him. What else could he want?

Elliot knew articulately who his go-to-guy was for the ideal spiritual training. Elder Zachariah, however, had other plans. He sent Elliot to the other elders, who he was sure would train him to his extremes. To Elder Zachariah, Elliot was like his kid now. He knew he wouldn't have been able to push him the way the other Elders could. His training in the past had been successful enough for Elliot to gain in on speed and a little more of strength. Albeit being weaker than the other wolves, he was progressing at a wonderful pace and Zachariah was proud of him in a way he would have been of his own son.

Through the hardest days of the training, Elliot found himself giving up but then the stranger's warning flared in his mind. He had lost Lea, he wasn't losing anyone else. For months and more, he trained with all his might, without letting his weaknesses get to him. He had learnt to shift but never once had his wolf been controlled by his human. Everyone in the camp had begun to fear him and no one except the Elders used to converse with him. It irked him in ways more than one. Only if he'd somehow knew about his lycan form any sooner, he would have gotten used to it. But it wasn't a time for such things, wasn't a time to regret.

His eighteenth birthday came and went, nothing out of the ordinary happened as his father had feared. However, Elder Zachariah explained to Elliot that he hadn't abruptly shifted because he had been doing it for a while now.

However, one not so fine day, while Elliot was out working on his shifting abilities, – big surprise there – jotting down his weaknesses in his mind's journal, the familiar stranger decided to pay him a visit.

There was merely a crunch of autumn leaves that announced his arrival, alerting Elliot. Somehow, he didn't consider the stranger as a threat but Elliot had heard an old friend say, "Anyone can betray anyone."

"Look who decided to show up." Elliot mocked. "What's the new advice you've got, mate? Anything along the lines of how to avoid creepy strangers as yourself? Oh, wait, that advice is ages old. Every kid knows it, rarely followed by anyone though." His face settled in a deep frown when Mr. Familiar Stranger refused to express anything, let alone reply.

"You done yet, kiddo?" Elliot whirled around to find out Lloyd behind him, the stranger momentarily forgotten.

"You scared the f*****g s**t out of me." Elliot frowned again while Lloyd snickered.

"Who were you talking to? I mean I knew you were feral, latent and what not, but insane too? Should I talk to the elders to keep you on a leash, pup?" He snickered again but Elliot felt a fuming anger deep within him. However, like all the other times, he didn't feel his wolf or his emotions. It felt as though the wolf had abandoned him just like he had been oblivious to his wolf for eighteen long years. These thoughts made him even more furious.

He shoved Lloyd with all his might, making the other guy to hit the tree trunk far behind him. Groaning, Lloyd got up, "You wanna go there, boy?" Shifting, the burgundy wolf growled at Elliot. Suddenly, he had Elliot's calf gripped by his strong fangs while Elliot barely held on, falling on the ground. Whimpering in pain, Elliot thought of giving up to shift because nothing was making a connection between him and the wolf. The hold of Lloyd's fangs grew stronger and then Elliot looked up to see the translucent form of the stranger hovering above Elliot's whimpering self.

"Wake up." The stranger said and those two words were powerful enough to send a surge of adrenaline kicking through his entire body. He could feel it now, the bones changing shapes, snapping and popping, settling themselves in a position that his body preferred but always prevented to turn into. The silver of Elliot was now free of the burgundy wolf's hold, standing in all his glory, overpowering the supposed enemy's feeble form.

The silver wolf growled in a voice so ferocious that a flock of birds flew away from the forest, detecting danger that was Elliot.

The burgundy wolf of Lloyd, however, seemed to hold a vengeance against him. Lurching high, the wolf attacked Elliot, merely managing to make Elliot sway a little. Elliot struck back. His wolf was enjoying this fight albeit the burgundy wolf wasn't even a competition. From the back of his mind, Elliot tried to reign in the wolf but failed despite his efforts. Lloyd's wolf was now circling Elliot's but the silver wolf was getting bored of this petty game. He smashed into the burgundy wolf again, getting a hold of his prey.

Mightily enough and like a bit of a pretentious asshole, Elliot's wolf growled again and then buried it's fangs deep inside the skin of the burgundy wolf eliciting the scariest howl that sounded like an eerie death-song.

*not proof read*