The Pack - Shadow Games
Jessica Sorrento
Copyright 2015© Jessica Sorrento
All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
I was running through the woods, but not on two feet. Instead, four paws hit the ground as I sped through the underbrush. I was chasing something in the distance, but I would only catch quick glimpses of the white and grey beast in front of me as I pushed deeper into the forest. Ahead of me, a howl cut through the brush and my ears perked up. A few seconds later and I burst into the clearing where a naked man sat on a rock smiling.
The man on the rock set off a wave of arousal. Tanned skin struggled to contain the muscle underneath. Black hair spilled onto his shoulders and framed his handsome face. His smile was warm and inviting. In short, he was perfect. He was the man I would marry; the man I would spend the rest of my life with.
My body tingled as it began to change shape. My paws stretched into thin fingers and my dark brown coat fell away, revealing creamy smooth skin underneath. My back arched as my spine straightened itself out. I felt my chest grow heavy while my face felt like someone was pulling my skin back by my hair. As I pushed myself up from the ground and steadied myself on two legs, my shrinking tail waved excitedly behind me until it disappeared altogether.
"It's a rush isn't it?" asked the naked man on the rock.
I smiled back and ran human hands over my naked flesh. My fingers touched my ears and slid over my face before patting my supple breasts and slipping down my torso on the journey down to my round ass. No hint of wolf remained. I'd managed my first shift from animal back to human without any accidental missteps.
"That was amazing! And being able to share this with you Sam... This is all I ever wanted."
I ran towards my naked boyfriend and leaped at him without warning. His eyes grew wide as I slammed into him and my momentum carried us both off the rock and into the high grass. We fell together, locked in each other's arms and laughing as we hit the dirt. I landed on top of Sam, but with no effort on his part and no resistance on mine, he tossed me off him before climbing on top of me.
Now he was straddling my stomach while pinning my arms to the ground. I struggled against his hold playfully, but with no intention of actually trying to escape. This was where I wanted to be. I raised my eyebrows and licked my lips as Sam's eyes drifted over my naked body. I lifted my head and closed my eyes as I puckered my lips.
Instead of Sam's mouth on mine, I felt his tongue slide across one of my nipples. My tits hardened instantly while my whole body tingled. I opened my eyes and stared directly into Sam's dark brown orbs as he continued to lick and caress my tiny pink peaks. Without warning, Sam dropped his mouth around one of my nipples and nibbled playfully, causing me to drop my head back as I gasped from the mixed pleasure and pain.
"That feels so good Sam..."
His head rose from my breasts and he smiled at me. "I love you Liv. Never forget it."
My heart swelled at his words, but somewhere in the back of my mind, hesitation crept in. Sam was smiling and the sun was shining, but I felt like a dark cloud was hanging over us as we lay under the bright blue sky. It made no sense. Why was I feeling this way?
I pushed the negative feelings down and grabbed hold of Sam tightly, pulling his body against mine. The warmth of his skin melted through me, and any bad feelings I had burned away. All that was left now was desire. I licked Sam's cheek playfully as my hand reached down to find his cock. My first shift and our wild run through the forest was enough foreplay for me.
"Hey now!" Sam said as my hand wrapped around his shaft. "Feeling a little frisky are we?"
"Mmm hmm. And by how hard you are right now, I'm guessing you’re feeling the same."
Sam rolled us again and now I was on top of his hard body. I ran my hands over his smooth chest before pushing myself up into a sitting position. Sam threw his hands behind his head and just smiled at me.
"Really? You are just going to lay there?" I asked with a grin. "Some Alpha you are."
"The view is better from here."
My cheeks flushed red as a tingle between my legs turned into a powerful throb. Without another word, I pushed my hips back and his cock slipped easily into my wet and wanting hole. Sam just grinned as I slid up and down on his thick dick. I rolled my eyes in response and pulled his hands to my breasts.
"I like this new you. Powerful. You know what you want,” he said as he touched me gently.
I did feel different. Now that I was a wolf, I fit in. I could join the Pack. Sam and I could be together and have pups. My hips dipped up and down quicker as I thought of just how right everything felt.
Sam's hands on my tits combined with the pleasant feeling of his cock hitting perfectly against my pleasure center sent shivers up and down my spine. I closed my eyes as my breath quickened and my heart raced. As the pleasure within me built, I held my breath and concentrated.
Bliss washed over me as I came. I had a sudden urge to tilt my head back and howl, but it past as a second wave of wonder rolled through me. My stomach tightened and my toes curled as I sagged against Sam. I clamped down on his rock hard cock while he bucked his hips as I quit moving. When I didn't respond to his urging, Sam shrugged and ran his hands along my back.
As the pleasure started to ebb, I began to grind against Sam once again. I'd gotten what I wanted; now it was time for me to return the favor. I pushed myself back up and bounced up and down on his rigid shaft while my hands ran across his chest. But as I tried to please Sam, my fingers ran across something that hadn't been there when we started our sexual encounter.
I looked down and my eyes grew wide as I saw a dozen raised scars crisscrossing Sam's chest.
Where had they come from?
My hips slowed as my fingers traced one of the smaller scars. Perfectly straight and running diagonally across his left pec, it almost looked like a surgical scar. When my finger reached the end of the old wound, I traced a different line that ran across his shoulder towards his neck.
That's when I noticed the scars weren't contained to just his chest. Three parallel lines crossed over Sam's face, starting from the lower left of his jawbone and cutting across to his right ear. The scars weren't the thin surgical lines like the ones on his chest either. These looked like some kind of animal had taken a swipe at Sam and connected. From the look of the wounds, he was lucky he hadn't lost an eye.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"Huh?"
"What is wrong Liv? Why did you stop?" Sam looked at me warily. "Are you okay?"
"Your scars. They just... something's not right."
I pushed myself off of Sam and sat down in the grass. What was going on? Scars didn't just magically appear. And where was I? I couldn't remember how we'd gotten here. Was I going crazy? Did something go wrong when I shifted?
Sam wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on my shoulder. "You don't remember Liv? Those first couple of nights? The vampire attacks?"
Vampires. Attacks. It all came flooding back to me. My frantic run through the forest as Sam stayed behind to buy me time. The surprising appearance of Gregory McNaire carrying him, broken and bloodied, to my doorstep. Our day in my apartment and the narrow escape that night as vampires set my new home on fire.
The car crash. Ohh god. Shattered glass and blood. Sam lying unmoving in the mangled cab of the truck. McNaire, my long lost biological father, in the backseat with a tree through his chest. He'd told me to run but I didn't listen. I'd done the one thing neither man would have wanted, but it was the only way I could save them.
I gave myself to the vampires. I thought they would kill me,
but they took me instead. I was their prisoner.
So how was I here? How was Sam next to me?
Sam's hands were gone. I turned around, but he was nowhere to be seen. The forest too had disappeared, replaced by an inky black cloud that seemed to be consuming everything around me. As it closed in, I screamed. I tried to shift so I could make my escape, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't turn back into my wolf form.
The blackness swept over me and the world around me disappeared. I was floating in a void. I had no sight, I heard no sound. But just as I began to panic, a dim light appeared in the distance. It stretched across the horizon, splitting the dark into two halves. The dim light grew brighter until the thin line across the sky was almost painful to look at, then started to grow outwards, quickly consuming the dark until my whole world was bright.
*****
I woke up.
As I looked around I realized I wasn't in my own home. This wasn't my bed and as I pulled off the covers, I saw I was wearing clothes that weren't mine either. As I sat up, my head felt heavy. Something was pulling at my neck.
I my hands shot up and touched the cold metal encircling my neck. My fingers slipped under the cool band and I tried to tug the strange object off but it wouldn't budge.
What the hell is going on? What is this?!
A mirror sat above an ornate dresser against the wall. My feet hit the stone floor and I moved quickly to examine the strange object in the mirror. A thick band of silver metal, with ornate engravings and faceted gemstones, hugged my neck. At first glance it looked like a necklace, but it was far too thick. I pulled at the metal neckpiece again but it still wouldn't budge. Whatever the decorative piece was, it wasn't coming off.
"You are awake. It is about time Miss Olivia," said an unfamiliar voice from behind me. "The King awaits. Please dress quickly."
I turned to confront the person in the doorway, but when I saw him, I fell to my knees in shock.
"No! Why are you here? Where is Sam?!"
Standing in front of me in his silvered chest piece, with one hand loosely gripping the hilt of a small sword hanging from his side stood Calder; the vampire who had attacked Sam and I. He wasn't wearing the dark cloak, but that only made his appearance that much more menacing.
In his regal armor with a blood red shirt peeking out from under the chest piece, and light absorbing blank pants and boots, the man exuded power. But as I looked on him, his face showed no hint of malice. His dark green eyes with the stunning red ringlets around his pupils looked on me with kind patience.
I watched as my captor ran a hand through his bright blond hair. His fingers were longer than they should have been and his nails gleamed in the light and ended at sharp points. His hair slid through his fingers and seemed to glow under his touch. In the light, he was stunning to look at, but clearly not human.
"Where am I?" I asked from my position on the floor.
"There will be time for questions later. Right now I need you to dress. The King has been waiting for you to wake for days."
Days?
"I've been asleep that long? Please! What's going on?"
Calder shook his head. The simple gesture was decidedly human, but the effect it caused was not. His hair shimmered and pulsed with light as it shook from side to side. The effect was mesmerizing.
"Dress now. I am not asking you, I am telling you."
"Is Sam okay?"
"The younger wolf? I would assume so. The old man's pack showed up and pulled them from the wreckage. We didn't follow."
A huge weight lifted from my shoulder's at his words. Sam was safe and most likely back in Black Bear by now.
Calder turned from the room and exited through a recessed doorway. But before the hidden door shut, a new figure slipped into the room. She wasn't human either. Her hair pulsed from pink to purple in waves and her fingers came to points like Calder's. Another vampire.
The woman held a dress out in front of her but said nothing.
"Who are you?" I asked.
She didn't answer. Instead she just shook the dress impatiently. When I didn't reach out to take it from her, she tossed it on the bed and spun on her heels. She knocked twice on the wall and a panel slid back, letting her leave.
This isn't right. What is going on?
I looked at the wall as the panel slid back into place. When the doorway was fully closed, I couldn't even tell there was a passage. I ran my hands along the wall in search of a seam, but there simply wasn't one. I knocked twice like I'd seen the woman do, but the wall didn't slide back. A clearer picture of my situation began to form in my mind.
Armed guards and rooms with no exit. I was a prisoner. My hand snaked back up to the necklace I now wore. I ran back to the mirror and looked at it again. It wasn't jewelry. No. I saw it now for what it was. It was a collar. Whoever was keeping me here had collared me like an animal.
My first instinct was to find a corner and curl up into a ball. Tears welled in my eyes but I wiped them away before they could slide down my cheeks. I couldn't fall apart right now. I had to find out where I was and what had happened to Sam. Right now I had to play along.
I slipped out of the silky nightgown that I was wearing and discovered that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I wondered what had happened to my clothes. I pulled open the drawers of the small dresser, but they were all empty. Confused, I picked up the dark green dress on the bed and slipped the garment over my head.
It fell perfectly down my body, hugging me like a second skin. The hemline ended a few inches above my knee and the skirt was loose enough to give me a full range of movements. I felt slightly silly with no underwear, but none had been provided. I looked at myself in the mirror again and I was amazed by the woman in the reflection.
For having been laid up for days, my hair fell perfectly around my shoulders. The ornate collar glittered in the light and the silver metal took on a slightly green sheen to match the dress I now wore. And the dress itself was stunning. It looked and felt handmade. A built in bra supported my breasts and the plunging neckline showcased my cleavage. If it wasn't for the long, slender cut from the crash that sat right below my hairline on my forehead, I would have looked perfect.
My finger touched the scab and traced the wound across my head. I looked at my exposed legs and turned my arms slowly in front of me, looking for any other cuts or bruises, but the only sign that I had been in a horrible car crash was the small gash on my forehead. How was it possible?
Memories of that night began to bubble to the surface. I saw Sam and McNaire, both bleeding and injured far worse than I had been. The smell of oil and spilled gas filled my head. The taste of blood felt fresh on my tongue.
I pushed the dark thoughts away before they could take hold. Nothing in those memories would help me right now. If I wanted to find Sam, I had to get out of this room.
I went back to the wall and knocked again. This time, a seam appeared and the wall pulled back. I stepped through the opening and into a hallway where Calder was waiting. His presence only reinforced my opinion that I was a prisoner here, where ever here happened to be.
"You look very regal Miss Olivia," said the vampire.
I knew I shouldn't listen to the handsome vamp but his words sounded sincere. My cheeks burned as his eyes wandered up and down my body. I tugged at the hem of my dress as his gaze slid down my legs.
Calder's eyes lingered on my bare feet. "I apologize about the shoes. I didn't want you running off on me."
I looked down and rocked back on my heels as I wiggled my toes. "So what now?"
Calder's eyes lifted and he straightened his back. He waved towards the end of the hall and started walking. "Now we go and meet the King." He stopped and turned to look at me as I caught up. "Do you remember what I told you that night?"
My mind tried to relive the crash again but I quickly pushed the image of Sam and McNaire from my head. I couldn't break down right now. Instead, I just stared into Calder's eyes. "Yes. You
told me my fate was in his hands and that I should pray for a good one."
Calder nodded, his golden hair shimmering in the light. I lost myself for a moment as I looked at him. How could the man in front of me be a monster? He was polite, handsome, well spoken. This was not the night demon that I had grown up hearing stories about. This was a knight in actual shining armor.
"Are you well Miss Olivia?"
"I'm... I'm sorry. I just don't understand what is going on. Should I be scared? Am I in trouble?"
Calder stared off into the distance. When he turned back to me, it almost looked as if he was upset by something, but he hid it well. "It is okay to be scared. As for trouble, do you think I would have been sent after you if you'd done no wrong?"
"So I'm a prisoner then."
Calder nodded and I noticed his hand tighten around the hilt of his sword. Was he afraid of me?
"So why are you being so nice to me? Nice room, fancy clothes," my hand touched the collar around my neck, "expensive jewelry..."
"You came willingly, honorably. You wanted to save others and that I respect."
My mind drifted off to thoughts of Sam once more.
Calder's voice broke me out of my daydream. "But do not mistake my kindness for weakness Miss Olivia. I will fulfill my duties as First Fang. And right now, those duties include getting you in front of the King in a timely manner. Let us get moving."
As we walked down the empty halls, something was bugging me. I couldn't figure out what it was until we walked by a vase filled with a flower I'd never seen before. The sweet smell of the buds filled my super powered nose. But it wasn't the smell of the flowers that was out of place. It was the lack of an altogether different scent.
"Why don't you smell?" I asked abruptly.
Calder stopped and turned on me, a look of distain on his face. "Excuse me?"
"Geez that could have come out better. I uhh... it's just that before when you were chasing me, you smelled. Bad. Like death."
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