Feral Lust [18+ mature]

Pandemonium

Elliot's brain was buzzing with the past series of events. He could not comprehend what he had seen or heard. He wanted to think of it as a hallucination, but that would mean he was losing his sanity. He knew that could never be the case in this world. As a human, he would have ignored the incidents but given the recent circumstances, he couldn't.

At that moment, he was walking towards Elder Zachariah through the village when he saw some of his fellow patrolling werewolves coming back to their homes; to their mates after shifting.

A surge of jealousy passed through him but he didn't let it overcome him. Finding a mate was nowhere in his priority list at the moment. All he wanted was to be able to shift without turning feral and talk to Elders about the familiar stranger.

"Elder Zachariah," he knocked the door and went inside once he heard the Elder asking him to come in.

"Elliot, I was going to summon you. What brings you here?" He asked in his authoritative voice which held a bit of concern in it.

After Elliot had recounted the story of what he went through and what he had heard, the Elder sat emotionless. If it wasn't for his blinking eyes, Elliot would have thought that he was experiencing a severe case of PTSD.

After a long moment of mind-numbing silence, the Elder spoke up. "That person, you said sounded familiar to you, right?" To that, Elliot gave a swift nod.

"Were you able to recognize the said person by his scent? Or any minute detail that could lead us to him?" The Elder inquired as Elliot shook his head.

"That person had no scent and had the stealth of a leopard. Moreover, my vision was blurred while he was around." He answered dubiously. He was desperate to come onto a conclusion, desperate for someone to tell him that he wasn't losing a hold on reality so the next few words that the Elder spoke were like a symphony to his ears.

"No Elliot, you are not losing your sanity. While this matter has to be discussed with the others, I will personally recommend you to escalate your training. If any of what that stranger said is true, then you have to brace yourself for what's in the future for you." Elliot was listening intently, hanging on to each word that left the Elder's lips. But he couldn't grasp around the fact that why that stranger would talk about a certain 'her'. Was he talking about his mother? Or was it about someone else? With such thoughts in mind, Elliot went back to the woods which looked scarier after the midnight. But he didn't care. He was not going to dissipate any other second. He couldn't put the lives of his family or anyone in danger only because he was too big of a chicken to go through the pain of shifting. People trusted him, and he was going to live up to their expectations; to his father's expectations.

The rogues along with the half vampires were ready to launch themselves at whoever was descending down the stairs. Celeste's heart was beating rapidly against her rib cage. While the male rogues were pretending to be tied to silver, Celeste and the vampires waited for their opportunity.

"Is there any problem down here, Stewart?" The werewolf who had entered the cellar was now questioning the head vampire.

Shaking his head no, Stewart played along, "No sir, they are not in a position to be much of a bother." He fake snickered. Celeste was hiding in the cage where her mother was incarcerated but she could hear everything loud and clear.

"What about the females, Stewart?" The werewolf sniffed and then stiffened. The scent of all the female wolves was fading now but one scent was the prominent one. He looked at the wolves in the cages and scrutinized them. Then he saw what he had ignored before; they had been un-cuffed.

"I see the two species have befriended each other." He smirked. When Stewart took a defensive stance, ready to wallop, the wolf spoke, "the enemy of my nemesis is my friend. Robin Kohl." He extended his hand for the half vampire to shake. Stewart was hesitant before but when he saw the determination in Robin's eyes, he shook his hand back.

Blayne was pleasantly astounded. This was Robin, from his old pack; that little kid from Xavier's ruling period. They had nothing to worry now; everything seemed to be coming along.

It had been five hours and all the wolves were crouching low outside Ben's kingdom, waiting for the right moment to strike. Xavier was still not sure of the plan but the trust that his friends had put into them was definitely not going in vain.

Earlier, Gayle had informed all the rebels from Ben's pack of the plan. They were just waiting for a signal from one of the wolves named Robin. Apparently, Robin was the one Ben trusted the most. He was the right hand man, and was positioned as the Omega of the pack but Robin was never in favor of Ben's macabre practices of killing others and taking over. The secret of surviving in his pack until now was that Robin never voiced out his thoughts as he believed that the best way to take down a pack was to take it down from the inside. Alongside Robin, about thirty werewolves were waiting for their revenge.

Gayle's eyes glazed over as he seemed to be telepathically conversing with his pack. Was it time?

"There's an update." Gayle whispered as low as he could. They didn't want to mess up this opportunity just because they were too loud for their own good.

"A few rogues have freed themselves with the help of this girl. All of them are willing to side with us to avenge themselves in a better way." Everyone looked at Xavier, waiting for a response.

"Instruct them to wait wherever they are, they'll be intimated when to join us in the attack." Fear was gnawing his heart for all the lives that were at stake but he was relieved as to how his son was safe, away with the Elders.

"We're ready, Alpha." Donnan voice out and five of them lunged in the air, shifting into their lycan forms. They ran down the cliff and were amazed how easily they were able to invade the enemy's territory.

Apart from Greta, Xavier couldn't contact anyone telepathically. So it was getting harder for the wolves to follow orders and to communicate. Following Donnan through the gates, their first stop were the dungeons where the rogues were stood alert but when Robin saw Donnan and Gayle come into view, they relaxed. The five of them shifted back to their human forms and changed into the clothes they had tied to their legs.

A gasp was followed by murmurs and when Xavier looked up to see the reason for whispers, he found his old friend; his Beta staring at him.

"Blayne," he whispered under his breath, not believing his eyes.

"Xavier." Blayne muttered, his eyes crinkling with the contentment he was feeling. Both the wolves walked towards each other. It had been eighteen long years since Xavier had last seen his childhood best friend; his partner in crime.

After hearing the conversation, Celeste had found her way back to her father. She noticed how her father's wide eyes held swirls of emotions and the feelings in the other wolf's eyes were even more poignant. Both the wolves squeezed each other in a hug, tears streaming down each of their faces.

Pulling back, Xavier greeted each and every male wolf in the room. There was a sudden ardor in the dungeons; a positive energy. When his eyes landed on the female wolf that was looking at Xavier warily, he remembered how he was no more a part of the same pack. He had given up this life long ago, dragged his family away, only to land right back in the heart of it. He harked back to how he had surrendered his pack, in the time of need and had left them stranded. Suddenly, the energy was not so constructive. Just as the reality of what Xavier had done eighteen years ago washed over the rogues, they stepped back; looking accusingly at him.

"Stewart, this is our alliance. As you can see, they'll be leading us to dethrone the devil." Robin was about to discuss the plan but Celeste had something else going in her mind. She had been standing behind her father, watching silently as everything betided.

"No! I can see that my pack and my Alpha don't trust whoever these people are. We will not be allying with them." She declared with an obstinate attitude.

"Celeste." Blayne warned her as a low growl echoed through the dungeons.

"This is not the best time to fight over our past issues, little girl. As Robin said, we have a mutual enemy and for the time being it makes us friends," Xavier's gaze moved from Celeste to her father," even if none of us want that to happen."

"Xavier's right," Greta was the one to voice out in urgency, "we might not need to harmonize once we are over this fight but we have to forget our differences and defeat that abhorrent wolf."

Xavier stood proud; love, respect and tenderness emanating from his body for his wife. As she could feel her husband's emotions, she smiled but the happiness was short-lived as obscene voices could be heard from the floor above.

Xavier ushered everyone close together as they walked down the pathway that led to the woods, with Stewart in lead. No one made a sound, too scared to attract attention. A little too easily, they were moving towards their destination; towards their freedom. But that was what had been bugging Xavier. He knew from experience that when things were too easy, it was an indication of disaster.

As if on cue, a voice called out from behind as they were almost bordering the woods, "Stop right there." The voice sent shivers of horror through Xavier's being. He knew the voice all too well. Ben's found us.

A low but menacing growl was heard next. From there, it was complete mayhem. Clothes were torn, bones were being snapped, growls and hisses were resonating through the clearing as both the sides charged at each other.

While all the wolves were tearing each other apart, Ben was calmly standing on the sidelines, watching as half of his pack betrayed him. Xavier hadn't seen Ben look so composed, yet he seemed devastatingly daunting by the emotions swirling in his eyes.

With a look that promised revenge, Dante lunged for Celeste, landing right on her wolf. Celeste howled in pain as the brown wolf atop her pressed all its weight against her, with his claws deep in her fur. With the last bit of energy that was left in her, she rose on all her paws and gave a wild jerk. Dante lost his balance as well as his hold on Celeste's golden wolf. Utilizing the perfect opportunity, she jumped out of his way. Dante was not even half as tired as Celeste was, and he would have gotten his perfect retribution if it wasn't for Aaron's hard shove. He got Dante right in the stomach. Doubling over, Dante reacted as fast as he could to the sudden attack, but he was still at loss as Aaron had the surprise element. It came as a shock to Celeste as to why Aaron would betray his best friend when only a few hours ago, they were sucking each other off. It was absurd that someone like him would have saved her. She hated being in debt of someone let alone owing her precious life to a person like Aaron was the most petrifying thing for her.

On the right side to Celeste, she saw Xavier's black wolf jump towards Ben who had now shifted into his rusty brown wolf. Both the wolves charged at each other, growling so loud, it shook the girl from the inside. She was grateful that her mother was not there to witness the grotesqueness of the battle and of what happened next. Blayne was surrounded from all the sides. Three wolves that Celeste didn't recognize were snarling at her father. For a moment she stood there, stupefied but as one of the wolves charged at her father, she wrenched herself away from the stupor and rushed to her father's aid. A werewolf's claws dug into the skin of Blayne, ripping and tearing in long gashes, as it lunged for Blayne's throat.

Celeste pushed against the wolf but it was useless – she was no match for him. The other wolf snapped its jaws but missed by a fraction as Celeste dodged the attack. The fangs of the blood thirsty beast sank further into Blayne's throat, harder and harder until they clamped around his bone. He could not scream; the pain causing him to fall mute. Celeste's attacker was lying cold on the forest floor by now. When she noticed her father's wide eyes, she bared her razor sharp teeth, sinking them into the attacker's flesh. Simultaneously, she clawed and clawed until the wolf's hold on her father eased. Howling, the beast fell limp on the ground. After she had vanquished the third wolf as well, she hurried to her father who had now shifted back to his human form, a sizeable laceration on his shoulder. She nudged him with her nose, sniffing for his breath. Sagging in relief as his father coughed, she shape-shifted.

"Dad, hold on for me. I'll be getting help for you." With a meek nod from her father, she sped through the bloody field to get her mother who was also a healer.

Greta hadn't been up for a lot of battles and this one was surely taking its toll on her. No matter how rarely she fought, she had been out of practice, given the household she had to manage and the son she had to raise. She couldn't believe that even after that they had been able to overthrow Ben's pack in order to help the wolves gain freedom. A lot of lives were lost, most of them mainly being half vampires to whom a werewolf's bite is deemed fatal. Stewart was looking up at the sky as the werewolf venom gradually eliminated his time on the planet. Sighing desolately, she searched for her husband to find out that he was the one who had taken Ben down. A sense of pride surged through her as Xavier walked towards his wife. Everyone had now shifted back to their human forms, congratulating each other on the victory, tending to the ones who were wounded.

Xavier hugged Greta and whispered, "One enemy is down, but we still have the prime danger lurking over us."

Taking her husband's face in her hands, she nodded and pulled him in for a kiss with tears in her eyes, "You did it, love. You're the alpha."

*Neither proof read, nor my best work* *I apologize -.-*