The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“I’m… sorry,” he said as he tried to talk. He coughed, and blood came spraying out of his mouth. “Know that I love you. I’ve always loved you.” He started coughing again, he was pale and I could see the life draining out of him.

“NO!!” I placed my hands on his chest, my fingers spread as they started to glow. I wasn’t going to lose him, not again, not after all I had already lost. I closed my eyes and let my senses go; I could sense the bullets lodged inside him, and I used my power to move them back out. He screamed as the flattened slugs moved back out, but he couldn’t stop me with his back broken. When they were gone, I focused on healing the damage they had done. His bleeding stopped, his color improved. Finally, I moved him so he was laying flat and focused on his back. His legs started to twitch, and he screamed as nerves connected and his spine fused back together. When I could sense no other damage, I stopped.

He was breathing heavily, his powerful body clenching and relaxing as his nerves regenerated and left him whole. He was everything I remembered and more; broad chest, thick arms and thighs, a narrow waist and oh-my-GOD he was blessed down there. Still, he loved me? What WAS he to begin with?

He sat up while I was trying to get my mind straight. “What ARE you,” I asked him.

“I’m a werewolf.”

I didn’t know what to say. My eyes had watched him turn from huge wolf to human, but my mind couldn’t accept what she had seen yet. “Werewolves exist?”

“Humans are far from alone in this world,” he said softly. “Werewolves have always been here, hidden among you.” He reached back, removing the collar that said “Cuddles” and handing it to me. I put it in my pocket, not knowing what else to do.

I sat back, covering my mouth with my hand. “Are you all right,” he said, his deep voice sending tingles down my spine.

“I’m fine,” I said as I gathered my wits about me. “Better than fine. I gained both Miriam’s and Gwenyth’s powers, that allowed me to heal myself.”

He pushed himself to his feet. “We have to find Brian,” he said as he helped me up. He was unconcerned with his nudity, and I was trying hard not to look at him, since he was starting to get, um… hard. I followed him, checking out his broad shoulders and muscled backside as he walked to the trail heading towards the house. It was only a few steps into the trees when we found the two men, obviously dead, a huge black and grey wolf dead in between them. “Oh Luna, I’m sorry my friend.” John checked his pulse, it was gone. “Can you help him?”

“I don’t know,” I said. I tried, but the blue glow wouldn’t come. Healing I could do, resurrection I couldn’t. John put his hand on my arm to stop me after nothing happened. “He died for me,” I said as I started to cry. John pulled me into his arms, holding me as all the emotions broke. I cried as I sorted through everything I had learned; I had been betrayed, set up to be killed, and was being protected by werewolves. “Why?”

“We’ll have to talk later, the shots may bring police,” he said. “Can you do something about the bodies? They will only bring questions, questions I don’t want asked.”

“I think so.” I looked down at the dog, I mean, Brian. “What about Brian?”

“We’ll take him and leave him where his family can find him. He deserves to be buried with them.” I nodded and looked at the two men. John took their guns and went through their pockets, taking cash from their wallets, extra magazines for the pistols and a key to a car. The phones he crushed and tossed in the pond. When he was done, I lifted their bodies with my powers, moving them until they hovered above the pond. I created two fireballs, made them large, then sent them into their bodies. They burned in place, ashes dropping onto the pond until there was nothing left. When I was done, John was had gone through Sean’s pockets as well. He was holding a large wad of cash. He stepped back and I lifted him as well as the two witches. I finally turned, tears still running down my face.

John had gathered up the shell casings and tossed them into the pond along with one of the guns. He handed me a key. “Larry has our vehicle, so we need to take theirs. Back it up to the guest house and open the back. Go into your room in the main house and pack all your stuff, meet me back here. We don’t know how long we have before police arrive, so don’t delay.”

“Okay.” At this point, I knew only that John would protect me, so I listened. I could ask questions later. I ran back to the house, throwing all my clothes and things from the bathroom into my suitcase, and grabbed my purse. I walked out, just as one of the acolytes came into the hall.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Death in the family,” I said. “Tell the Head Priestess I’ll be back in a week.”

“Of course. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you.” I pushed out the door and carried my bag to the back seat of the car, a black Lexus SUV. John came out in clothes that didn’t quite fit him, carrying two bags and placing them in the back seat as well. I didn’t want to look in the way back, I knew what was there, but I did anyway. I could see the lump under the blanket. I got in and buckled up, and he pulled away from the Coven House as quickly as he could without arousing suspicions. “Where are we going?”

He thought about it for a while. “They will expect us to go towards the cities, and we need to for a while. I have to make a quick stop in town.” We pulled into a gas station that was also full of fishing and hunting supplies. He purchased a HUGE cooler and six bags of ice, along with a bag of World’s Best Donuts and some drinks. We were parked away from traffic, so he was able to transfer Brian’s body to the cooler and cover him in ice.

“What will we do with him?”

“I’ll call his family and let them know where he is, they can come get him.” He drove slowly out of town, then we got on Highway 61 south. He took a side road, then parked by a road sign for a resort. “Can you help me?”

I got out and we went to the back. We pulled the big cooler out, setting it in the ditch before John broke off some tree branches to cover it up. He pulled out Brian’s phone, taking a photo of the road sign and texting it to Larry’s phone. He typed in a message, “Come pick him up, 1887 Pioneer Road, Grand Marais. I’m sorry, he was a fighter to the end.” He tossed the phone down with the cooler and walked back, taking my hand as we climbed back up to the car.

I looked at our hands together, something felt so natural and right about that. Maybe he could tell me why.

**

Larry’s POV

I wanted to make sure no one knew I was coming, so instead of heading for Stillwater, I crossed the border south of Duluth and took the back way down the west side of Wisconsin. The trip took much longer than taking the Minnesota interstate, almost six hours instead of four and a half. Wisconsin Highway 35 was a scenic drive, the trees were at their fall peak as I hit the forests closer to the cities, and the leaf tourists were out.

Nothing like people hitting their brakes in the middle of nowhere and pulling halfway off the road so they can take a picture.

I was near Somerset when I finally made contact with my Alpha. “Alpha, it’s Larry. I got a text saying we were in danger.”

“Larry, thank Luna you’re all right. Don’t come close to us, we’ve got at least a half dozen werewolves and at least as many humans watching us right now. Except for work and school, we’re on lockdown here.”

That was bad. “They know who Jessie is now?”

“Yes, they’ve broken into her cabin. The reward is almost two million dollars for information leading to her, Larry. Not many werewolves, criminals or lowlifes wouldn’t sell her out for that. Do you have a safe place to hide out?”

“No. John doesn’t trust them, and we aren’t allowed close enough, we’re in a guest house. I had to insist on Cuddles being allowed in the main house, since it was the only way to get Jessie used to him.”

Alpha Stan was quiet, a little too quiet. “I got a call from Patrick. The Moscow Pack uncovered a phone call where Alpha Yuri said that if they hadn’t gotten her in three days, they were going to start going after people who might know where she is. Mischa is being protected in her home, Patrick in Moscow. His parents are restricted to the area around their house.”

“Do they know about us?”

“They know you got off the freighter with her from the immigration records, Larry. You and Brian need to assume you’re just as hot as her. You can’t be seen, can’t use your identification, get pulled over, credit cards, anything. I need you to go to the Pack training grounds; in the equipment shed, there is a trapdoor under the workbench. In there will be fake identifications we had made for you, Brian and John, plus debit cards in those names and cash. There’s also an updated map with Pack territories and contact numbers, plus some burner phones. Each phone has one number programmed, to another burner her in my office. Don’t use airports and stay off major roads, don’t cross Pack lands and stay out of sight. Find a spot to hole up and stay there. Time is our ally here, if we keep her safe long enough she’s declared Yevgheny’s heir and Yuri can’t stop it.”

The training grounds were in a large wooded area near Turtle Lake, it wasn’t too far from where I was now. “Yes sir. We will keep her safe. Please, keep my parents and my little sister safe.”

“I’ll keep the Pack safe, son. They may not like it, but we’re on a war footing until this blows over.”

The whole Pack was in danger, all over a human and a Beta from another Pack. “Is this all worth it, sir? They aren’t our Pack.”

“I gave my word, Larry, just as you promised to keep her safe, I will. They are good people, they deserve a shot, and Russia will be better off with them in charge than Yuri.”

“Yes sir. You’re right.”

“Good luck, Larry. May Luna light your paths.” He broke the connection, and as I turned around for Turtle Lake I checked in with my parents. They were happy to hear from me and understood I couldn’t talk about what I was doing. I told them I loved them and asked them to keep Leslie safe.

I made it to the training grounds and took off the padlock on the gate, then drove in and stopped in front of the equipment shed. Finding the trapdoor, I removed an ammo box and checked the contents; it was as Alpha said. I took out one of the burner phones and my new ID, putting both in my front pocket. I stopped at a bar and grill for a burger and a coke, then started to drive back north.