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Call of the wild
Chapter 17
Attack

We were driving to my apartment in a limo a limo, into the area where I lived. I admit it was a little shady where we we're going. And shady as in you never leave your apartment unless you're armed kind of shady. And here we are traveling in a limo...we are so totally going to get mugged.
Drake and the girls traveled with me, as did Jeremy. To say he was mad was an understatement. He and anyone with a nose could smell the sex on all five of us. Him and Anita went ape shit when they thought we had all had an orgy. Jeremy went on and on how I should be more responsible, and careful who I have intercourse with, I was beet red when he asked me if we used condoms. Anita was going on about underage and minor laws. Eventually we were able to explain what happen, or didn't happen.
Bad enough I had to explain to my boss slash friend of my sex life, but my hero too. I mean who wants to talk sex with someone you respect or admire greatly?
I didn't have many things at my apartment, just a few personal things; I really didn't need so many people. The girls were coming because now I was in their Harem so we were like family, and Drake was going because he had said he wanted to. Jeremy went because he had helped me move in and wanted to help move me out. I had a feeling there was something else bothering him. I wanted to try and start the day on friendly terms with him.
"So Jer how are you?" I asked him.
"Terrible," he said angrily.
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm being sued by the zoo."
"What?! But you own the zoo."
"Not my zoo nimrod, the county zoo."
"Oh, why?"
"Well apparently it's not right for a family friendly establishment to share its name with another establishment that hosts dangerous animals."
Ouch. Talk about being insensitive. "So what are you going to do?" I asked.
"Well as long as I change the name we won't have to worry about it." he said running his hand through his hair.
"Any ideas?" I asked.
"Not a one." he sighed.
"You run a bar for Lycanthropes and you can't even think of a name." Drake sneered, "It has got to be the easiest thing in the world."
"How about the Jungle?" Victoria offered.
"No!" was the reply from both men.
"Damn I guess Madagascar is out then to." she said, "What?" she asked about the weird looks we were all throwing her.
We finally arrived. We parked besides the building and stepped out. Fredo and Claudia had been sent with us as back up. Personally, I felt Claudia was overkill, but with the Crusaders running around who knew. We walked up the flight of stairs to the fifth floor. The walls were covered in graffiti and the smell of garbage and urine was thick in the air.
"Jesus chico." Fredo muttered covering his nose, "How the hell you live in a place like this?"
"Well I'm not made of money besides; this was the cheapest place I could find." I said.
"I can see why." Claudia muttered looking at the homeless man sleeping in the hall. We arrived at my room and I pulled out the key. The door next to mine opened and my neighbor Mr. Wagner stepped out.
I waved at him and was about to greet him, but he took one look at the others and quickly ran back into his house and we could here him locking the door. I shrugged and unlocked the door. We all stepped inside and I turned on the switch. "This is where you lived? Jesus tap-dancing Christ!" Drake said staring at my living room/kitchen/bedroom. I only had a bed, a small TV, a fridge, and a small closet and a door leading to the bathroom.
"How could you let him live like this." Victoria demanded turning on Jeremy.
"I tried to get him to move in with me but he refused." he defended.
"It's all right I can take care of my self" I said, "Take a seat" I said welcoming them into my room. I was a little irritated. I can take care of myself, I am not six, I’m sixteen going on seventeen.
"That’s ok, you get what you need and we'll wait out here" Claudia said walking outside the door with Fredo.
I walked over to my closet and opened it. I pulled out a few cloths and some hidden cash. Jeremy helped me put my cloths away. I turned to leave him get the rest while I got my most important item, hidden under my bed. But when I turned I found Drake already had pulled out the small box, he had it open and was looking at the contents, "Excuse me." I said quickly walking over and grabbing the box from his hands "This is private." I said trying to snatch the photo from his hands but he kept it out of reach.
"What is it?" Jen asked.
"Family photo." Drake said handing her the photo.
"Cute." she muttered with a smile.
Victoria and Michelle walked over to see as well and I swore vengeance against Drake. It was a picture of my eighth birthday party; I was in a pair of swimming trunks and was sitting with my mom and Tom. We were all smiling and looking at the camera; the cake was white and had a big letter eight for a candle. "Oh Dave please can we see the rest of the photos." Victoria begged giving me big puppy eyes.
"Fine." I muttered handing her the box, and they all dug into the photos, "You will pay Drake." I warned him and he merely laughed.
They stared at all the photos. The memory of my life with the pack was all there the birthdays, the holidays, the friends, the family, the family photos and the embarrassing pics. They were all there, all painful reminders of the life I had to give up when I ran. Why keep them? Because I missed my family, and I needed to remember them at least that is what I told myself. "It's not a big deal" I muttered as they observed everything "I don't understand why you’re so interested."
"We know so little about you" Michelle said, "All we got are second hand accounts from the others, now that you’re a member of the clan we want to know everything about you, especially if we are to share our bed with you".
"Ok then why are you looking?" I asked Drake, "You can already guess what these all are Mr. Blood reader."
"It's a part of you." he said shrugging, "I like seeing you when you were smaller."
"Alright if you all don't mind we need to go." Jeremy said holding a bag of my cloth's and my TV. He wasn’t looking to happy about me having a moment with the bats. I was going to have to have a talk with him. The bats weren’t so bad, they were people to.
They put the pictures back in the box and Drake handed it back to me. I stood there just holding it, seeing all those pictures brought back a lot of memories, "Dave." Jeremy said placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry." I jumped when he touched me. “I was Lost in memories."
We walked out of the apartment, I left the key inside and locked the door, "So long apartment," I said.
"And good riddance." Drake spat at the door.
"Hey it may not have been much but it was home." I tried defending my crappy little apartment. I wasn’t going to shed tears over it. But it was the first apartment I ever lived in by myself. The one place I could go to and not worry about being used for my power or being attacked.
We walked back down the stairs to the limo. We weren’t surprised to find some kids already getting to close to it, but they quickly shooed away when Claudia glared at them. They knew better then to mess with a woman that tall and deadly looking, smart of them.
Four vans pulled up just when we opened the doors and eighteen men quickly jumped out from them. They all held guns and some had a tattoo of a cross on there arms. "Freeze!" one of the men shouted it was the man who ran that night at the club, one of the men who tried to steal Kim.
Jeremy quickly grabbed me and pulled me down, in that instant the others pulled out their own canceled guns and opened fire. I heard the sound of gunfire and the world went silent. I clamped my hands over my ears and they were ringing. Were we the only ones without a gun?
I couldn't see how effective they were because the next second they all dropped to avoid the return fire. "Thank god we installed bullet proof glass." Claudia said.
"It's the Crusaders!" I shouted.
"How do you know?" Fredo asked.
"The man with them is the one who escaped that night, remember Drake?" I asked.
"Ya!" he shouted taking a few quick shots.
"Shit!" Claudia hissed.
Fredo pulled out a cell phone and was calling for reinforcements, "Don't worry help is on the way, and we can wait them out!" he shouted.
A small metal ball dropped in front of us and Fredo shouted "Cover your eyes!"
I quickly covered my eyes. There was a loud banging sound and soon there air was thick with a noxious gas. I couldn't see through the gas and my eyes were quickly watering. I was still being pulled by Jeremy he was trying to lead me back inside. I saw the shapes of the men, they had gas mask's on. The others were all over the place, they were quickly engaged. It wasn’t tear gas but it would be enough to affect the others and their enhanced senses. Times like this made having enhanced senses blow.
Jeremy pulled out a gun; here I thought he was gun less. I was wishing I had a gun right now. I know how to use a gun. I went hunting with Tom before and James made sure I knew how to use a fire arm in case I needed to defend myself.
I saw some of the men heading towards us. Jeremy growled and leapt forward dropping his gun in the process, there was a flash of burning energy and goop was flying everywhere, he pounced on the one man and tore out his throat, he slashed another man tearing out his guts.
I was surprised. Jeremy should have kept the gun. He was acting like a new shifter, losing his cool so quickly and shifting. The gas would be worse for him in his animal form.
Before he could go for one of the other gunmen he was shot three times in the chest, he let out a gasp of pain and fell to the floor, deadly still. "JEREMY!" I screamed.
The men came at me, but years of being raised by wolves left me ready. James the packs Bolverk had made sure I was trained well. The one man charged me, I side stepped him, brought my fist slamming right into the back of his head. I had hoped to simply to stun him but he fell down like a ton of bricks, my hand didn't even hurt. "SHIT!" one of the masked men screamed, "He took Jessie out!"
"He's probably a freak!" another shouted.
"FREDO, DRAKE, SOMEBODY HELP JEREMY'S BEEN SHOT!" I screamed loud as I could.
I felt three of them heading for me, but there were so many crusaders and the gas was still thick in the air. The two men both rushed me at the same time. Being my size I was able to quickly dodge them and ran right for Jeremy, he was right next to one of the men he killed and I saw a gun in his hand. Pushing my surprise that he kept a hold of the gun even when he shifted I quickly grabbed it and turned around. It was one of those slow-motion moments. I saw the men, they had pulled out their guns but before they could kill me, I killed them. It was tough, my eyes still stung from the gas but I made sure to shoot them in the chest. I saw the bullets tear through their chests blood gushed from the wound. These guns sure did leave a big hole. I sat there stunned. I felt numb I think I was in shock. I had never killed, well I had forced a shifter to rapidly shift until he died, it had been slower and more painful and a small part of me had enjoyed making him pay. But afterwards I needed a lot of therapy.
This was different, they were human, and they had died with no fuss. It was so quick and easy. I felt like I was going to throw up and I did. I wiped my mouth and dropped the gun. I quickly went back to Jeremy checking his wounds. His wound wasn't healing, damn them they were packing silver bullets. I had seen shifters shot in the heart with normal bullets and live. They hurt like hell sure but the shifter would live. Silver however was like any normal bullet only it was sure to kill a shifter. It would be worse if the bullets were still in him. I put a hand under his back and felt no blood. Damn it the bullets were still in there.
I could feel his life slowly draining. I did the only thing I could, I pushed power into him. I could sense the silver like little road blocks in his energy. They were close enough for me to pull out if I had a knife. I checked the thug and he had one. I flicked it open and pried the bullets out, it was tricky and I knew there would be scars, but I’m sure he wouldn't care as long as he lived.
The wounds still weren’t closing, blood was still pouring out damn it where were the reinforcements?
"Ask and ye shall receive,"William’s voice said in my head.
"William? I need help, Jeremy's dying."
"Heal him."
"Huh?"
"Use your power to heal him."
"How?"
"You’re an Animus, you can heal with touch."
"But I’ve never healed someone before." I began to say.
He summoned his power and showed me a memory. It had happened a few thousand years ago. He was watching as a female wolf was on top of a male wolf. The male had been injured in an attack. The woman was healing him. She gently caressed his bloody face and chest. I watched as the wounds slowly closed and sealed. The man opened his eyes and stood still covered in blood but healed. The female was still stuck to him, her legs wrapped around his waist. I then realized as I watched the two continue a very heated sex session that she had been having sex with him when she was healing him.
"NO FUCKING WAY!" I screamed.
"Language young one, you need not lay with him to heal him. This power is something only a few have. The she wolf in question used sex as a means to trigger. But you needn’t use sex; everyone has had a different trigger. It is up to you to find out what it is.”
"I want to heal him I definitely do. But William I have never healed before not even a little."
”Then I will help you, lower your shields let me in.” He whispered.
I did as he asked. I would normally never do this but Jeremy’s life was in my hands now and I didn’t have the time to be picky. I felt him enter my mind, I felt that cold power enter me and I felt my power growl/hiss at the intruder. I ordered it calm he was allowed here this time. A flood of memories came rushing into my head images of other shifters who had the power to heal. William was showing me what to do.
I placed my hand on the wound; the blood flowed through my clenched fingertips. Nothing happened, no flow of power, no melding of aura's, the wounds were still there still fresh and bleeding, damn it what am I doing wrong! I brought my bloody fingers to my face just staring at them. I always knew there was blood on my hands, only now everyone can see it. Jeremy was my friend; he didn't want me because of my power, or because of my connections to other more powerful beings. He took me under his wing, gave me a job, and looked after me knowing how much trouble I was in. Once again I took an innocent man's life and ground it into dust.
I covered my face and began to sob I didn't care his blood was getting smeared on my face, I didn't care my eye's were hurting so bad from the gas that the tears were flowing like a river, or the fact at any moment one of those religious zealots could pop up and blow my brains out. All that mattered was my friend was dying and it was my entire fault.
I smelled his blood, the smell of wolf, of pack, of home. A single smell and that was all it took. A million memories all tied around a single smell, a single smell was all it took and the beast was unleashed. I didn't fight it, what was the point? I could feel the power coursing through my veins, slowly taking me over and I let it. The power didn't care, the power was all instinct, it had no emotions, or ethics. It was pure instinct and it smelled food.
I looked at the blood still wet and warm on my hands; I brought them close to my face and sniffed their sweet scent. Then I began to lick them of that sweet red liquid, the taste was magnificent. I smelled more coming from the creature before me. I bent my head and began to lick the wounds, the prey moaned and I stopped, memories flashed in my mind. Memory's of times past, the prey and me. Nights watching a movie with friends, times spent having fun and laughing, this was not prey this was pack.
He protected us, he saved us. Pack does not betray pack. I would not let him die, he will live. I began to lick the wounds more gently I poured some power into him. I felt the wolf in him respond. It was injured it was losing strength; I offered that wolf power like you would offer a thirsty traveler water. The wolf drank the power regaining strength from me. I continued licking the wounds and pouring power into those wounds. I focused on the smell of wolf, focused on the memories. My power knew how to heal, it knew how to do a lot of things it was willing to do—for a price. The price for now would be blood Jeremy’s blood. I continued to lick the blood off his chest, but at the same time I poured power into him.
I focused all my power into Jeremy. I felt myself enter his body, I could feel his heart, I could hurt him as well as heal him if I wanted, and a darker part of me enjoyed this knowledge. I continued to pour power into him through my body into his wounds.
For each and every lick muscles reattached, and skin sealed itself. Soon there were three shiny scars on his chest, his breathing was labored but I knew he would live.
I heard someone sneaking up behind me. I turned just in time to see a fist connect with my face, and I saw darkness.

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I dreamed I was in a dark cave. I knew it was a cave from the smell and feel of it. I was in darkness but I saw where I was going. Knew where every rock and stalagmite was. My voice filled the cave and with it I saw where everything was. My ears so sensitive I could tell what the world around me was like.
Then I was running through the forest running after prey, feeling the earth under my feet. I ran like lightning so fast I was able to dodge the trees so they would not hit me.
I was a predator and I was prey. I am the victor and the victim. I had the power of an evolved mind and a civilized intelligence. But deep within me there was something primal, something savage, and something wild.
I was an ancient power. A force that has existed since the first organism existed. I have many forms and live in many places. I am the voice in the back of your head that reminds you, you came from the earth that no amount of metal and plastic will make you different from the rest of the animals. I am a force of nature, pure instinct and drive. I am nature’s connection to all her children made flesh and blood in a small pale pink bag of meat.

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I woke in a dimly lit room; it was a small room with only one light on the ceiling. There was no bed, no bathroom, and the floor was cold. I picked myself up and touched my nose. I felt a sharp shot of pain I think it was broken but wasn't sure. I stood up and went to the door in front of me, I knew it was locked but I had to try naturally locked great, just great. I went to the far wall and sat down, nothing to do but wait.
I remembered I could call for help so I called out to William, and I felt him answer.
"David you are well?" he asked.
"Besides a broken nose I’m fine. I have no idea were I am? Is everyone ok?" I asked.
"Besides a few injuries nothing serious, your friend Jeremy is alive and well, worried sick for you but ok."
"How did they find us and assemble so quickly?"
"Your neighbor Mr. Wagner seems he's been a member for a while, he was to report to the others if he saw you."
"Damn it, who else did they take?"
"No one just you."
"Why just me?"
"They think you’re just a psychic of some kind they also believe you know were Jean-Claude’s resting place is. I must warn you they intend to interrogate you and are willing to draw blood if necessary." William warned.
My concentration was broken when the door opened, a stream of light blinded me and I had to cover my eyes. Three men walked in, each wore a silver cross and wore suits. The man in the middle had an air of importance about him. He was an older man with streaks of grey in his hair. "We know what you are, give us the location of the master of the city's lair and we won't harm you." the leader demanded.
"I don't know what you’re talking about." I said.
Once again I found myself kidnapped and being pumped for information. I thought things would be different in St. Louise. But I was wrong. I thought I could hide, I thought I could remain hidden; I thought I could have some semblance of an ordinary life and avoid this kind of mess.
"Grab him." the man said and the two flunkies grabbed me and picked me up. "We know all about you Mr. Kazat all we want is some information. We need to purify this city and the world, help us and we can help you." he said.
"How?" I asked playing along.
"You have the devil in you, but you’re still human, but the abyss is close child. My men saw you drinking the blood of one of the hell beasts, help us kill the master and we'll help purify you of this dark taint." the man said.
"I’ve been to everyone, shrinks, doctors, witches, and I was even exorcised by professionals if they couldn't help me what makes you think you can?" I asked.
"We are god’s warriors, we always find a way" he said, "With some prayer and effort we can suppress this darkness and save your soul."
"My soul doesn't need saving (Much) I don't know where this place is now let me go." I demanded. “I promise you I have friends, powerful, dangerous. Let me go now or I swear there will be hell to pay!“
The man nodded to his flunkies and they threw me into the wall and I fell down with a grunt "We'll give you some time to think, remember we're willing to take extreme measures if necessary think about it, is your life not as important as a soulless corpse." he said and they left the room.
I sat up hugging my legs. Funny enough I agreed with him my life mattered more then a soulless corpse. But for now I was bound to William through the vampire marks. I hated his guts and he was my only ticket out of here.
"You hear that William?" I asked in my head.
"I heard it and saw it, I will let Jean-Claude know, and I will show him their faces hold on my servant help will arrive."
I sat there just holding my legs, I knew that they wouldn't find me before the torture began. "Drake" I whispered wishing he was here.
This was karma though. How many people had I put in this situation? How many people did I out as shifters? How many people did I force my power on in the name of my old pack?
I brought this on myself. Had I been braver, had I been smarter, had I been a better person this would have all been avoided. I closed my eyes and waited. I waited for my just desserts to come to me. I had hoped to avoid what I had coming to me. But no one can avoid their actions forever. Sooner or later we must pay for what we have done. And I was going to pay a heavy price.
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