Seize your fate

Prologue  The territories of the Native American werewolves are dwindling. It seems that the mating and marking ceremony is nonexistent. Worse than that, there are less and less pups being born worldwide, decreasing severely in numbers. The two biggest packs in America have promised their only children to one another, Adrien Blackfoot and Sol Whitemoon. Adrien must marry her and have a pup, to save his pack and prevent war. The great Shaman of the tribe is his grandfather, Blackhawk. A great healer and spiritual leader. He is the only one that knows Adrien has a mate. Sienna. The first one in centuries, if not longer. They found each other by fate alone, but now Adrien must reject her and marry Sol, in order to save his pack. He is the strongest Alpha the world has ever seen; dominant, fierce and powerful. Everyone fears him, even his wife to be. He is of a very special line; in the past they were known as the Rougarou. Not a lot was known about them, except some folklore that survived. They were bigger and more powerful than Lycans, and when mated and marked – they were also magical beings. They have since long disappeared; they were scarce to begin with. Now Adrien must choose between saving his pack by rejecting his mate which will probably kill her or succumbing to his fate, whatever it may be.    Chapter 1  Adrien walked out of the gym, letting the doors slam behind him. It seemed his rage just kept growing, no matter what he did. He was the Alpha’s son, next in line to lead the pack. The last of the two biggest packs in existence. He was to be their protector, but instead he was the one they all feared. His parents, the Alpha and Luna of the pack were getting worried about him. He was almost thirty, and close to being named the new Alpha, but how could they let him lead the pack? He was a feared warrior, the biggest anyone had ever seen. He was bigger than the Lycans in Europe, and they were said to be of royal blood. His mom, the Luna, was especially worried. He was her son after all. He was angry all the time, which made him a fearless warrior, feared by all enemies, but a scary and very lonely young man. He never smiled anymore. He was always serious. He was very broad and tall. He had long black hair like the night, but his eyes were even darker. His eyes were almond shaped; his long eyelashes shading his high cheek bones and strong nose. His square jaw resting on his muscular neck, gave him the look of a powerful warrior. Everything about him resonated fear, dominance and strength. The more powerful he got, the more his rage grew, and the Luna was worried. Her father, the Shaman, suggested Adrien fight in the ring, to get out his aggression. But nobody wanted to fight him, after he put three people in the hospital. Werewolves heal fast, but Adrien could do damage they haven’t seen before. They didn’t even know where the nearest hospital was when they had to tend to the wounded.  He walked away from the gym, his long hair swaying behind him. He couldn’t get anyone to fight him, so he just hit the bag for a while. The day was dreary and grey. He could smell the rain in the air. It would be a hard night, heavy rainfall. Just the way he liked it. He could shift and run for hours in the forests around the territory. He could be alone. He loved being alone. He never really fit in with the pack. He had his two close friends, his Bettas, but that was it. Even they were a little scared of him at times; they wouldn’t go hunting with him anymore. Theirs was the second largest pack left in the Americas, the Blackfoot pack. They were strong, and healthy. But like the other packs, their numbers were dwindling. The elderly were dying out, and no new pups were being born. The biggest pack was the Whitemoon pack, but they were not Native American. Werewolves had always been rare, but now they were endangered. On the verge of extinction. It was like that in all the packs. Wars broke out, especially in Europe, and packs would take over territories, taking the females and killing the males, trying to impregnate them. The Lycans had become even stronger, conquering every territory they entered. Adrien would sit in on all the discussions with his father, the Alpha. He had heard all the reports from around the world. The ruthlessness of the packs in Russia, the size and strength of the Lycans in Europe. There was even a rumor that the English pack was all but gone. The reports coming in were growing further apart. All reports from Scandinavia have stopped long ago.  He didn’t want to go home, back to the Alpha’s mansion. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. It was late in the afternoon, and he wanted to walk. He left his Dodge truck in the parking lot and started walking, no where in particular. He let his mind wander, as his legs took him wherever they wanted to go. He didn’t even notice the pack members getting out of his way, barely greeting him as he passed. Damien, one of his Bettas came out of nowhere and stood in front of him. “You know you drove here, right?” Adrien grunted and walked around him. “I know, I just need a walk.” Damien ran to catch up with him. “We really need to do something about your mood.” Adrien shook his head and picked up his pace. Damien kept jogging alongside him. “Want to go out drinking tonight? I can see what Jacob is up to.” Adrien didn’t want to go anywhere. Last time they went out together, him and his two Bettas, they picked up some women at the bar. They always did that. Off the territory they always picked up human women. Werewolves were known to be very s****l creatures. Adrien was insatiable. His appetite was never satisfied. At the rate werewolves mated with each other, they should be procreating like bunnies. But the last time, the women he was with got hurt. Adrien couldn’t let that happen again. They had brought them back to the territory to be treated. It took a while before the Alpha finally admitted that they were dead. Adrien noticed that his s****l desire was growing along with his rage, but he didn’t mean to kill anyone, especially innocent women. Damien knew why Adrien didn’t want to come, but it had nearly been a year since it happened. He remembered running into the hotel room with Jacob. Screams of intense pleasure, turning into screams of pain and horror. Adrien was in a frenzy. He was so rough with them; he tore them apart. There was blood everywhere. Two of them had passed out and they were desperately trying to mount him off the third. His eyes were black. He couldn’t hear them screaming and yelling. He was so deep inside her, pounding her so hard they couldn’t pull him off. They were Bettas, the strongest in the pack after Adrien. There were two of them, but they couldn’t even begin to match his strength. Only when he came inside of her, were they finally able to pull him off. Damien had never seen anything like it. He was horrified. They brought the young women back to the territory, but they were too badly hurt. The Alpha appreciated their fast thinking in bringing them back to the pack. There were less questions that way. This was the first time in centuries that a werewolf hurt a human. They were always so careful. This couldn’t get out, and his Bettas were sworn to secrecy. They got rid of the remains and Adrien became more tortured and enraged ever since. He was brooding all the time. There was a darkness that surrounded him. “Adrien just drinks, I promise. No women for you,” he whispered the last part under his breath. Adrien rubbed the back of his neck as he kept walking, his hair flying in the hard wind. “Whatever, call me later.” He picked up his speed and walked north, leaving Damien behind. He walked deep into the woods and realized he was going to his grandfather’s cabin. His grandfather, the Shaman of the pack, was the only pack member he felt mildly comfortable with. “Blackhawk?” he called in his husky voice. The cabin wasn’t big, and he could see smoke coming out of the chimney. It was built of wood logs, no brick at all. He liked it here, it was quiet and serene. He walked up the stairs and opened the door. The fireplace was blazing, and it was warm. The small kitchen was old, but clean. His mother kept insisting Blackhawk come live at the mansion, but he refused. He said it disconnected him from the land. The living room was full of bookshelves, busting at the seams. There were books everywhere. On the dinning room table, on the kitchen table. Mostly, old and dusty. There were two rooms off to the side. Adrien knew that one room was always locked, and his grandfather didn’t allow anyone in there. So, he turned to the smaller room, his grandfather’s bedroom, but it too was empty. Adrien walked back into the living room. As usual his grandfather was listening to Beethoven. He loved Beethoven, he said he was the only composer that was able to touch your soul through music. Adrien grew up listening to him. He had to be close, his scent was still in the air. Adrien walked back outside and around the house. His grandfather was in the back yard, tending to his plants. He lifted his head. “Adrien my dear boy, how are you?” Adrien pulled up his sleeves and bent down to help him. “The same,” he grumped, and his grandfather stroked his hair. He started pulling weeds with his enormous hands. “Slowly boy,” his grandfather laughed. “You must take it slow; they are delicate.” Adrien was so tired of hearing what a brute he was. He slumped down, and sat on the ground, his head in hands. He felt so detached. He didn’t belong anywhere. He didn’t remember hurting those women, but he couldn’t stop feeling guilty. He was a monster. His grandfather looked at him with loving eyes, hoping he could heal his pain somehow. Damien had confided in him about what happened the night Adrien accidently killed the human women. Blackhawk was already on the path to find answers about Adrien. He thought he had it, but he wasn’t sure. He was still researching but maybe he could tell Adrien what he had learnt already. Maybe that would sooth him a bit. “Leave this for now,” he smiled, “come join an old man for tea.” Adrien got up, towering over the old man. His grandfather was the only one not scared of him and his size. He sat in one of the dining room chairs as his grandfather put the kettle on. “What are all these?” Adrien asked looking at the books. “They look pretty old.” “Yes, dear boy, some of them are very old.” Adrien skimmed over them. The word Wendigo kept popping up between the lines. He shrugged his shoulders, as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked at the screen. “Jacob is in. We will pick you up at ten. Don’t worry, we are going to a different bar tonight. One of Jacob’s girls told us about a party.” Adrien didn’t even bother to answer. He knew that the Alpha insisted that they keep treating him the same after the incident, like going out to bars but to keep a closer watch over him. He didn’t want it to seem like they were breaking their promise by not going. He would also make sure to announce he was leaving in front of the Alpha. His grandfather poured him a cup of Chamomile tea, and a warm cup for himself and sat down. “I am glad you came today, because I think I have made some progress,” he began. “You know I travelled to the Lycan pack in Germany. Their Shaman is the oldest one of our kind, Gina. She told me some interesting things.” Adrien loved his grandfather but didn’t believe any of his magical mumbo jumbo. The Shaman’s main role today was naming the pups in the naming ceremony, but there weren’t any pups being born. There was one name ceremony every couple of years, and they were becoming fewer and farther between. The spirits, if they ever truly existed, were long gone. “She told me of the legends spoken among the Lycans. About an ancient ceremony of mating and marking.” Adrien kept listening out of respect. “In the far past, to every werewolf was destined a mate. They would be whole only when they found each other and mated. After mating they would mark each other. She didn’t know to tell me how this was done, but it was for life. The bond made them strong and healthy, almost immortal. They could even hear each other’s thoughts.” Adrien had finished his tea. It was still burning hot when he drank it. “For some reason, this isn’t happening today, and our numbers are becoming dangerously low worldwide.” Adrien already knew this. This information was something being kept from the pack members, only the Alphas and Shamans knew this. “What I thought was interesting was that when the male is close to finding his mate, he would go into heat. Like an animal. And he was extremely dangerous.” Adrien leaned in closer more interested. “I think my dear boy, that is what happened to you that night.” Adrien eyes grew wider. How did he know? “Don’t get upset Adrien, but Damien came to me in confidence. He was distraught and scared, and the Alpha ordered him to. He told me everything that happened, down to the smallest detail. And after deeply researching the matter, I really do think you were in heat.” Adrien sat back. “Blackhawk that hasn’t happened in centuries according to your stories, so how come it’s happening now?” His grandfather sipped his tea slowly. “I don’t know. The only thing she was able to give me were letters sent from the first colonies mentioning the wendigo. We don’t know what it means, but it seems it was some kind of turning point in our history. Gina is also researching this matter.” Adrien looked up at the ceiling. He wasn’t in heat, he was probably losing his mind, like so many of his kind. He looked fondly at his grandfather, still talking about the legends he had found.   Chapter 2 Sienna was stacking books in the University library. She was a psychology graduate student, and she worked in the library as a way to make ends meet. She was tired and it was close to closing time. It was Friday night, and the campus was getting ready for the weekend. It was the last weekend before Christmas break. She never liked parties, or clubs; even though she loved dancing. But Christmas made her a sad, and she didn’t want to feel that. After the disappearance of three female students last year, she was even more careful. She moved in with her friend Clarissa, and they rented a bigger apartment next to campus, with a doorman. Clarissa’s father had insisted on that and was willing to pay for it to. He was a fancy, rich lawyer, but Sienna didn’t hold that against him. He seemed to be a great dad. She was raised by her grandparents, after her mother left. She never knew her dad. But she still had a pretty good childhood. They would give her everything and doted on her hand and foot. She missed them sometimes. The campus was so far from home. Clarissa was the closest thing she had to family, and she appreciated that. It was the last weekend before Christmas, and she promised Clarissa they would celebrate. She would go with her to a club, just this time. A few more friends were also coming so she was feeling safer. Tonight, they were having a rave and Sienna was looking forward to it, a chance to really let go. She finished her work for the day, and left the library, making sure she said goodnight to the guards. One of them would always offer to walk her out to her car. She didn’t like the night; it would always make her anxious. The dark was the only thing she was really scared of.  She was almost ready on time. Her golden hair descended to her waist. She wore a short black mini skirt, and black top. Her skin was pale against the black, but she loved black. She always felt fat, unless she was wearing black. She was curvy, and full breasted but not very tall. People always commented on how beautiful she was, especially her blue eyes. They would say she had a mesmerizing gaze, but she really didn’t believe that. Guys weren’t exactly falling over themselves for her. She had one or two boyfriends, but nothing serious. They were more children than men. She wasn’t a prude or abstinent, but she wanted a man. Areal man, not a boy. Clarissa came into her room as she was putting her boots on. “It’s just psytrance tonight. They brought in a DJ from Mexico, so I think you will be happy.” Sienna smiled. She loved psytrance, you could dance and forget about yourself. It was like you were in your own world, dancing alone. It was a haze of tribal music. “I am ready.” Clarissa took her hand and pulled her out of the room. “Don’t worry you look perfect. Now, don’t panic,” she said as she was collecting her things, “I heard Chris was coming to.” Sienna’s eyes twinkled. Chris was her latest crush. She hated having crushes since it never led to anything. She really wasn’t expecting tonight to lead to anything as well. They picked up some friends and arrived at the club near eleven. The club was already full, and the loud bases of the music were shaking the walls. Sienna felt like she was waking up. It had started drizzle, but they didn’t seem to care as they were running happily to the entrance. Clarissa accidently ran into a big guy in front of them. He turned around smiling, his perfect white teeth flashing at them. “Oh sorry,” Clarissa mumbled. “I will forgive you if you let me buy you a drink.” Sienna was a little taken back by his audacity. The other man standing next to him turned to him. He was enormous in size. “We said not tonight,” he growled at him. The other man winked back at them, “it’s your lucky night ladies. You couldn’t keep up with me anyway.” Clarissa laughed and the men disappeared into the club. They had been there for a while. The music was loud, and Sienna was dancing in a daze. The music really sent her into a trance. Sweaty bodies grinding around her, some dancing alone and some together. She was becoming thirsty, and she saw Chris at the bar. She went up behind him, feeling more confident. She had tied her hair in a bun, her arms covered in stick light bracelets. The rhythms and base were deeper and faster, and the club seemed to be moving together. She tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, could you order me a bottle of water?” Chris smiled at her. He was trying to talk to the hot bartender, but Sienna would do just fine. Actually, this was better. Sienna had a long tattoo on her arm, and more tattoos on her body. He knew that girls with tattoos were into freaky s**t. Maybe even anal.  He wasn’t really getting anywhere with this bartender anyway. He got her the bottle and hand it to her. “It’s on me.” Chris smiled and handed it to her. She looked around as she drank noticing those two guys from outside at the bar. They had a third guy with them, and women were swarming around them like bees. Sienna didn’t really dwell on it as she went back to dance, Chris’s hungry eyes following her. He watched her sway in trance to the music, drinking from the bottle with her full lips, wishing she was sucking him. Adrien sat near him, rage flooding his body. He assumed it was all those tiny, human women buzzing around him. He couldn’t handle it anymore. He felt his rage was turning violent. He slammed the glass on the counter, cracking it. Damien and Jacob jumped up. “Its okay. I need some fresh air; I will be right back.” He got up to leave. These women were all around him, trying to touch him and he was suffocating. The music was intense, and everybody was dancing around him. He brushed by Chris as he walked towards the door, and he felt his body tingle. His hairs were standing on end. He looked at Chris, but he didn’t recognize him. Why would his body react like that to him? That only happened if he was being attacked. He pushed his way outside, the rain coming down hard now. He could feel the vibrations of the music through his body. He walked a little further away, and let the rain wash over him. His body was on fire, and he felt feverish. The rain and cold wind were helping. It was late December and he only had on a short, tight T-shirt. He just inhaled the cold, letting it sooth his body. Inside the dancers were jumping up and down to the music, as one. Chris saw that Sienna was dancing alone, away from the group and decided that now was the time to strike. He slid towards her grabbing her waist. She turned to him her body tensing. She smiled at him and kept dancing; his body grinding against hers. He bent down to her ear, “Sienna could we talk outside?” She felt goosebumps all over. She thought she was just aroused, so she dismissed her instincts telling her to be careful. He took her hand and led her outside, through the bodies of sweaty dancers. She let her hair as they stepped outside into the cold. He hadn’t even stopped to let her get her coat. The rain had stopped but the air was cold. As soon as they stepped away from the club, he turned to her crashing her mouth on hers, eagerly. She wasn’t expecting that. His tongue violently spreading her lips, jamming into her mouth. Sienna was stunned. He spun her around, pushing her up against the wall his hands all over her. This was going too fast. He pressed her back against the wall as he pushed his hand up her skirt. Feeling her panties, he tore them off. Sienna gasped in his mouth. He kept kissing her as he moved her into the alley, where Adrien was standing in the shadows. They came around the corner, and Chris’s tongue was deep in her throat. It was all happening so fast; she couldn’t really grasp what he was doing. Was he going to do this here? She was starting to feel panicked. His hand was under her skirt, trying to pry his fingers into her. He broke away from her mouth. “I have been waiting for this for a long time,” he smiled slyly, his fingers still attempting to push into her. “You like it rough, don’t you?” Sienna couldn’t find the words to answer. She just froze, unable to even fight back. “All I want to do is press you up against this wall and f**k you so hard. I know you wanted to, I heard you have a little crush on me.” Sienna was trying to wiggle away. “Please Chris don’t do this…” she managed to say, her heart pounding so hard she thought she would have a heart attack. Her vision became blurry from her tears, and she didn’t see Adrien pounce from the shadows. Suddenly, she was being pushed behind a giant wall of a man and Chris was on the floor, not moving. It happened so fast, that she lost her balance and fell on his back, gripping his shirt. She felt a tremble as he turned to her. He towered over her. He was broad, and hard. She could see how tight his shirt was to him. His black hair was wet, and his black eyes seemed to shine in the moonlight. “Are you alright?” his deep, husky voice sending a chill through her, as she trembled. “Yeah, thanks. I… He…” Sienna stuttered as she looked at Chris lying on the ground. Suddenly he stroked her cheek with his giant palm. He was much taller than her, she could only reach his chest, but she could see his eyes change color. They seemed to turn amber. She couldn’t speak. He bent down a little closer to her. She was mesmerized by his eyes. “Who are you?” he whispered. For a moment she couldn’t even remember her name. “Sienna,” was all she managed to say. He smiled softly at her, as Chris started moaning on the floor. Adrien stepped back from her, his body shaking. “Sienna,” he whispered and just like that he was gone.