In the Arms of the Dragon Princes

by Jessica Miller

  “Morning,” Mia said, stretching.

  “Hey, did I wake you? I was trying to be still,” Micah said, kissing her softly.

  “No, I always wake up pretty early.”

  “Me too.”

  “We didn’t exactly finish our conversation last night, Micah. You distracted me,” Mia said, hitting his bare chest playfully.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. In fact, since you’re up—”

  Mia held her arm out blocking him.

  “Nope. Nice try. Talk first. How does this werewolf thing work?”

  Micah’s face fell, and he leaned back sulking like a petulant child.

  “I have to bite you.”

  “What?”

  “Told you it would hurt. Sex would be better than talking about this.”

  Mia felt like she would throw up.

  “Where do you have to bite me?”

  “Anywhere really. There is a venom in my saliva that reacts with something in most humans.”

  “Most humans?”

  “Yea, it’s not like vampires where you can turn automatically. We’re not immortal technically. We can bleed out and die just like any other wolf or human. It just takes the right circumstances. We just prefer to say we live a very, very long time.”

  “So you could bite me and nothing might happen? Then what chance do I have of turning?”

  Micah’s eyes widened and he jumped to his feet. He had the broadest grin on his face and he clapped his hands together loudly. Brutus jumped awake groaning and swearing.

  “What the hell, man? First, I have to pretend to sleep through you two quiet-fucking which is just sad, and now you’re giving a round of applause?” Brutus asked, sitting upright.

  Mia felt her pale cheeks get hot and she was glad she got dressed before going back to sleep.

  “Guys, listen! That’s what Cora did,” Micah said, clapping his hands together.

  “What the hell are you yelling about?” Brutus asked, combing his hands through his long blonde hair.

  “Blood-letting,” Micah said, nodding.

  “What? What’s that?” Mia asked, looking from Micah to Brutus.

  “It’s an outlier ceremony,” Brutus said, narrowing his eyes at Micah. “My grandmother did it. Not something my family is proud of, but it worked. The bite didn’t work and her and my granddad wanted kids. Why are we talking about this anyway? What did I miss when I was sleeping?”

  “Micah thinks my best friend from high school is a mass murderer,” Mia said, shaking her head.

  “My instincts are going crazy, man,” Micah said, pacing on the tree branch.

  “You’re scaring your new girlfriend, bro,” Brutus said, smirking at Mia. “No hard feelings by the way.”

  Mia rolled her eyes and looked back over at Micah.

  “I know it sounds crazy, but I think Cora wants to be a werewolf,” Micah said.

  “Well, how does this work?” Mia asked, drawing her knees to her chest. She suddenly felt very cold.

  “You want to take this, Brutus?” Micah said, sitting down next to Mia. He rubbed her shoulders, like he could sense she was freezing.

  “Sure. Again, it’s not something we’re proud of. Basically, to turn a human you bite them. Usually by the next day, if they don’t bleed out, they turn. However, if it doesn’t work, which happens, you can bloodlet. Witches do it, and through a lot of weird chants and shit, and of course a lot of human blood, you can turn. Bloodletting works every time, but it should be a last resort after several bites,” Brutus said, leaning on his knees.

  Mia tried to process this, but it all seemed so over her head.

  “I still don’t get it. So the blood is like a conduit or what?” Mia asked.

  “Yes and no. The blood is an ingredient in a spell that unlocks the power of the werewolf venom already in your blood. You have to have been bitten. Usually one human sacrifice will do it, but some people use a lot of bodies to up the chances of them turning,” Brutus said, chewing on his bottom lip.

  “I think that’s why the wolves came after your friends,” Micah said.

  “But why us? Why not strangers?” Mia asked, feeling tears prick at her eyes.

  “It’s more powerful if you know them. It’s some witch rule. My grandmother used a cousin. He was a bad man and hurt people and no one in the family wanted to turn him in, so my grandmother gave his name to the witch in our town and then the werewolves took him,” Brutus said, hanging his head low.

  “This just seems so impossible,” Mia said, holding Micah’s hand.

  “As impossible as quiet-fucking your new werewolf boyfriend in a tree all night next to another werewolf?” Brutus asked, raising a bushy blond eyebrow.

  “Good point,” Mia said, “How do we prove it?”

  “We need to follow the blood. It was probably a massacre up there at your campsite. They would have dragged them not too far, to a site set up with the witches. The ceremony would have been done last night. If we hurry, we might be able to find some proof,” Micah said, standing to his feet.

  “Then what?” Mia asked, standing up. “We can’t exactly go to the police. You two don’t even have shoes let alone ID to make a police report.”

  “Police report,” Brutus scoffed, “girl, we are the police. We don’t need human rules. If this is true, and if your friend wants to be one of us, then I’d like to introduce her to a little thing called karma.”

  *****

  Mia held on to Micah’s neck as he dove downward from the tree in his wolf form. It felt like she was flying. Her eyes were watery as Micah bounced off of branch after branch. She reluctantly agreed to the men transforming back so they could move faster and was pinching her mouth closed to avoid throwing up. They were right about the speed. It took three leaps to hit the ground and Mia held on tight as Micah tore off through the woods after Brutus. Trees were bowing around them as their massive wolf bodies knocked down the massive pines. Mia yelped and ducked down as a branch came flying past her head.

  “Easy, Brutus,” Micah growled, nipping at his tail.

  “Ow! Not the ass,” Brutus yelled, speeding up. “You want to get there or not?”

  Mia moaned as she saw the rise of the cliff ahead. They were running uphill at top speed, and Mia was so grateful no food was in her stomach.

  “Hang on, babe,” Micah said, clawing up the steep face of the cliff.

  Before Mia could even take a breath they had scaled the cliff and were on flat ground, racing back towards the campsite. Mia felt tears prick at her eyes as the terrain became more familiar. She closed her eyes and the horrific images played in bold technicolor in her mind. She saw Tatianna, Carissa and Linda being dragged away by massive wolves; kicking, screaming and bleeding into the woods. Even with her eyes tightly shut, she could see malevolent yellow eyes burning into her. She tightened her grip on Micah’s thick, strong neck and cried into his thick gray fur.

  “You okay?” Micah asked, still racing ahead.

  “I’m fine,” Mia said, wiping her tears on her shirt sleeve.

  She would have to be brave. If this was Cora, she would have to stop her. If it was not, Mia still had to find a way to get answers. Either way, they should not die in vain. She had to be brave.

  “We’re here,” Brutus said, skidding to a halt.

  Micah stopped short behind him and was panting loudly. He dipped his head down so Mia could dismount. Mia felt unsteady on her feet from the sudden stop and braced herself on Micah’s long back. Micah nuzzled her and looked at her with concern as she held her head.

  “I’m fine. Just some vertigo,” Mia said, stroking his face.

  Brutus jumped up on his hind legs and morphed back into his human form and after a quick sniff of the air, Micah followed suit.

  “Smell anything?” Brutus asked, looking around the rampaged campsite.

  The sleeping bags were ripped and covered in large dirty paw prints. The fire had long died, and where there was once a large flame was now char
ged earth and chunks of black charcoaled branches and logs. The packs were still propped against the trees.

  “It just smells like wolf and…blood,” Micah said, casting a quick glance at Mia.

  “I’m fine. Go on,” Mia said, sniffling. She was not fine, but she needed answers.

  “I think they went north,” Micah said.

  Mia looked north and something caught her eye. It was a thin wisp of smoke climbing above the canopy of pine trees.

  “Guys, look!” Mia said, pointing towards the trees.

  “Well, well, you smell that?” Brutus asked, sniffing the air.

  “Costus root,” Micah said, nodding.

  “What’s that mean?” Mia asked, looking from Brutus to Micah.

  “It’s a witch herb. An aphrodisiac. Oh my God, Micah might be right. She’s luring her husband,” Brutus said, collapsing on all fours and transforming back to a wolf.

  Brutus tore off through the woods.

  “I don’t get it,” Mia said, stepping back so Micah could transform.

  “Get on,” Micah said.

  Mia obeyed. “What’s happening?” Mia demanded.

  “The ceremony is beginning. Cora’s luring her husband so that he can see her transform. We have to hurry.”

  Mia hopped on Micah and held on tight.

  “What’s the plan?” Mia asked, ducking her head down.

  “Kill her.”

  *****

  Micah, Brutus and Mia paused outside a clearing, watching a group of wolves circle a fire. Mia could not believe what she was seeing. A black woman with long grey dreadlocks was chanting near the fire. The wolves started pacing nervously around the fire, constantly looking over their broad hairy shoulders. Mia gasped seeing the lifeless bodies of Tatianna, Linda and Carissa near the fire. Their skins were gray and their cheeks were sallow.

  “They’ve been exsanguinated. I’m so sorry Mia,” Micah whispered, pulling her close.

  Mia laid her head against Micah’s chest, watching the witch pour a vial of some dark liquid into the fire. From a tent near the fire, a hooded figure came out. Mia pulled away from Micah and leaned forward, straining her eyes to see the figure. Mia’s stomach leapt. She needed the truth. The black woman, who Mia assumed was the witch, pulled back the figure’s hood back, revealing short, curly blonde hair.

  “Oh my God,” Mia said, covering her mouth.

  It was Cora. A white wolf walked in front of her and rose on his hind legs. Cora smiled at it and the wolf transformed into a tall, broad shouldered Latino man. He cupped Cora’s face in his hands and kissed her.

  Mia felt sick. It was Cora’s fiancé, Miguel. He pulled off Cora’s coat and even from this distance Mia could see bite marks all over Cora’s arms. Now that Mia was looking at Cora, it was all coming back to her. Cora always wore long sleeves. Even on the hottest days, Cora wore long sleeves. None of the bridesmaids saw Cora try on her dress. In fact, Cora insisted on no one seeing her in the dress until the wedding.

  “Mia? You look like you’re seeing red. Keep a clear head,” Brutus said.

  “How can I? Look at her! Kissing him like she’s not standing around her dead friends,” Mia said, feeling her body shake.

  “Shhh,” Micah said.

  It was too late. Several of the wolves had broken ranks and were walking towards them.

  “Shit,” Micah said, standing in front of Mia.

  “I’ll take care of them. You two run,” Brutus said, collapsing on all fours.

  Before Mia could protest, Micah grabbed her hand and pulled her away. They climbed a tree several feet away and hid in the branches. Mia looked back, watching Brutus rip two smaller wolves to shreds.

  Brutus was at least twice their size and was quick with their deaths. He may have been a jokester to Mia and Micah, but there was no question watching him now that he was an alpha hunter. In moments, Brutus had taken out four wolves before they could even yelp for help. Mia watched Brutus look around and then stalk silently toward Mia and Micah. In one leap, Brutus was perched in the tree beside Micah in his human form.

  “Yuck! Those dogs tasted like shit,” Brutus said, wiping his tongue on the back of his hands.

  “Good work, man. What’s the plan?” Micah asked, patting Brutus on his back.

  “Those are pups down there. I say we go in gun’s blazing—metaphorically speaking of course. I think the white wolf and Cora are trying to start a pack,” Brutus said, spitting out blood.

  “Fucking bitch,” Mia said under her breath.

  “The ceremony will start soon. Mia, stay here,” Micah said.

  “No!” Mia said, affronted.

  “That’s not a request,” Micah said, baring his teeth at her.

  “I’m not scared of you,” Mia said, stiffening her shoulders.

  “Guys, can we do marriage counseling when we’re not in a tree?” Brutus said.

  Micah bit his lip and balled up his fist like he was trying to reign in his anger. Then his face softened and he looked up at Mia with soft, loving eyes. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down and kissed her. Mia froze at his sudden change of heart, but kissed him back. He pulled back and kissed her forehead.

  “I’m sorry, Mia,” Micah said.

  “What?” Mia asked.

  He bit her. He bit her hard on her forearm. The pain was sharp and burned like acid running through her veins. She tried to scream, but Micah was covering her mouth. She was shaking with pain. Brutus’s eyes widened with terror and Mia could tell he wanted to yell at Micah, but any noise could give away their position.

  “What the fuck, Micah?” Brutus whispered, looking behind them.

  “Shhh. She’ll pass out soon then we can go,” Micah said, holding Mia tightly.

  “What if she turns?” Brutus said, feeling Mia’s forehead.

  Mia felt her limbs going limp. She could feel every drop of Micah’s venom moving through her body. Brutus and Micah were swimming in front of her as double vision set in. Her body felt heavy. She was nauseous and sleepy all at the same time.

  “She’s gone,” Micah said.

  Mia tried to hold her heavy eyelids open, but Micah was right, she was gone. Everything went black.

  *****

  Mia awoke to the sound of loud barking, howling, and yelling. She groaned and swayed realizing she was still on the branch. The ground below her swirled like quicksand and she still felt nauseous.

  “Micah?” Mia moaned.

  She sat up straight remembering the bite. Her vision was blurry and her voice sounded distorted in her head. Her voice sounded like a low growl. She held her head, but something was wrong. The branch was creaking under her. Mia tried to balance herself but the branch gave way and she collapsed on the ground with a loud thud.

  “Ow!” Mia yelled.

  Mia rose to her feet and looked ahead, realizing that her vision was clearing. It was not just clearing, it was laser sharp. She could see the smallest ant on a leaf yards away. She could smell the raw, metallic tinge of blood. Mia took a deep breath and looked down at her body. It was covered in reddish brown fur.

  “Holy shit. Holy shit. Oh no. What the hell?” Mia mumbled, inching backward.

  She was a werewolf. Micah had bit her and turned her. She heard a loud yelp that sounded like Brutus. She had no chance to think or to feel sorry for herself. All she could do is act. She collapsed on all fours and raced towards the action.

  Bodies of wolves were strewn all around the open field either severely wounded or dead. The witch was bleeding from her throat and her dark skin looked grey as the life in her body spilled around the fire. Brutus was clawing away at a group of wolves that were ganging up on Micah.

  “Micah, look out!” Mia yelled, clawing at the back of a wolf that tried to encroach on Micah from behind.

  Mia was almost as big as Micah and she felt power surging through her body. It was a raw, animal power and she was attacking the other wolves with an accuracy and ferocity she had never felt in her life. It was li
ke she was always meant to a wolf. She was meant to be this strong and in control. Her nerves were filled with electricity and she could tell by the way Micah and Brutus glanced at her, they were either in shock or terrified.

  “Mia, get out of here!” Micah yelled, running towards her.

  “Watch out,” Brutus yelled, jumping on a wolf that was racing towards Micah.

  “You watch your back. I’m going after Cora,” Mia said, running away from the fight.

  Micah yelled after her, but she ignored him. She could not smell Cora amongst the bodies. Plus, she did not see her white-haired fiancé anymore. Mia was not going to let Cora get away with this. Her massive paws pounded the earth, racing into the woods, back towards the ravine. Cora’s scent was getting stronger. Another smell was burning in her nose: blood. Someone was hurt. Whoever was hurt was slowing Cora down. Mia skidded to a stop. She was surrounded by dense conifer trees. She stalked forward, keeping her head low. Blood and claw marks were on the trees. Mia sniffed something and whipped around.

  “Looking for me?” Cora asked, holding a black gun.

  Mia growled at her. She was covered in blood.

  “He’s dead, you know?” Cora asked, wiping tears from her face.

  “You’re a fucking monster, Cora,” Mia said, barking at her.

  “No! I loved him. All I wanted was for us to be together. Don’t you get it? It’s all I wanted, and you and your stupid boyfriends killed him.”

  Mia rose on her hind legs and felt her body fall back into her human form.

  “We were friends, Cora. Best friends. How could you do this to me, to them? You kissed your fiancé over the bodies of your closest friends. You’re insane.”

  “No, I’m in love! It had to be this way. Nothing else worked! I couldn’t run the pack as a white girl from Florida. No one would respect me. The witch told me it had to be this way. I can’t believe it was this easy for you. Everything was always so easy for you.”

  “Easy? I’m from a fucking blue collar family. I couldn’t even afford college.”