Can you hear them? |Lagertha x Kosmik_Khoas|

[Lagertha]

Everyone always wants the best for their children, but what are you suppose to do when your child is going mad?

It all started when the girl had turned seven, they had always feared something wasn't quite right, but this had only molded their fears. She had been seven, her parents fighting over bills, fighting over family matters. Mixie had heard it all, innocent and playful she had watched her parents fight, but it was the questions she had asked that had stirred them. Like..why was their a stranger standing behind them? Why did the air feel thick enough to cut? Why were they so angry?

Perhaps her parents had thought she was just being a child seeing and saying such silly things. That these were just imaginary friends she was starting to see to make sense of her parents fighting.

By the time Mixie had turned ten she saw these beings regularly, and drew them all the time. It was bad. They told her things, things people were thinking, smelling, feeling. They were mocking her, these beings that taunted her and followed her around, but Mixie wasn't really scared.

When she turned thirteen the nightmares had started to over take her. Ones she hated speaking about. Running. Mixie was always running from a pack of wolfs, a cloud of darkness behind them, and when she didn't find shelter in her dreams they ate her alive. Literally tearing her guts open eating her alive, to the point Mixie would wake up shrieking.

There was only so much a parent could take, and after a year of sleepless nights with Mixie's shrieking, they could take no more. It had been in the middle of the night, when Mixie was turning fourteen in a few weeks, when her parents had drugged her into sleep. They had carried her to the car, stuffing her in the back seat of the minivan with only a backpack full of clothing and one of her favorite dolls. Mixie's parents had driven all night to get to the hospital and emit her in.

What was worse than waking up in a hospital? A mental hospital? Waking up to a note explaining why your parents had done it. Not only had her parents drugged her, emitted her without her knowledge or consent, but they had told her siblings she had run away, as well as told the school she had run away. Her parents, the good loving parents Mixie had grown up under: they were scared of her, and they were scared of what people thought about her. It was better this way, everyone thinking Mixie had ran away...at least for her family.

Everything had started here; knowing she was states away, knowing no one was looking for, knowing her parents were paying for all of this. So the doctors had done everything they could; injections, medicines, electrotherapy, religious therapy..nothing worked. So Mixie lied, and she took the numb feeling medicine.


"Mixie..ixie..pixie.. You think we are crazy? Maybe it's the doctors!" Mixie hated being in this place. Everything was white on top of white, and what wasn't white, was a puke green color with a puke blue color on top of it. This whole place could make her barf, if it wasn't for the pills. Still, looking across of her at one of her roommates never helped. Cici Yikol, crazy as a bat. The girl was no more than seventeen, Mixie only being sixteen, dark skinned, fro hair, busted lip. Cici was beautiful, but crazy. Cici thought the devil had fucked her and she was having God's child, but Cici was still a virgin and not pregnant.

"If it's the doctors, then why does everyone else agree with them?" Sara spoke next. Sara was a red head, similar to Mixie, but she often found ways to bleach her hair while in her. She was always crying, tears rolling down her eyes, and she barely ate. Her head always bent down, wrists covered with bandages. Sara wanted to die. Even being in here she tried to kill herself eight times since Mixie had joined the group, though she had only ever told Mixie why. She had been raped, and her father had made her abort the baby before being committed. Drugs had been Sara's downfall after being raped, no doubt the baby wouldn't have made it anyways, but it had still broken her more than being raped. "Don't you agree Mixie? That we are the insane ones? It's what the doctor's say after all.." Sara looked at her, her freckled face dancing under the white light of the bulbs. Fresh tears rolling down her face, dripping off her chin onto the food.

"I don't know.." Mixie said, poking her food. She hadn't ate for the last couple of days, though she had lost some weight she wasn't skin and bones yet. As long as she ate a few spoonfuls every now and then the nurses didn't seem to care, all she had to do was down the medicine they gave her in a plastic cup. Mixie hair was uneven, the left side of her hair was cut close to the scalp, the other side was long and dangled behind her butt against the back of the chair. Lauren, one of the girls Mixie really tries to avoid, would cut Mixie's red hair in her sleep. Though Lauren only liked the left side of Mixie's head. Mixie's skin was pale, porcelain, she had a few freckles on her cheekbones, but that was about it.

"You should eat." Sara said looking at Mixie poking her food. "You know what happened last time you didn't eat.." Cici looked up, brown eyes looking at Mixie's gold ones.

"Girl's right Mixie, they'll shove that tube down your throat and force feed you." Cici shoved Mixie's plate forward, but Mixie couldn't bring herself to eat. The facelss creatures were over her shoulder, shrieking in her ear that it was posion, that she'd die.

"I just can't!..I feel sick." Mixie got up, pushing her plate into the table as she covered her red lips. She only stood around 5'0, but she was curvy, even under the loose dress they had given her to wear. "I'm going to go to bed." Mixie said, knowing fully well she'd be sent to lockup if she refused to eat again.

So it had ended like this; Mixie refusing to eat, the nurses noticing her walking out of the lunchroom, grabbing her, shoving an injection in her arm to calm her down, and carrying her to one of the white rooms. They put her on the white metal bed, the lights always staying on with the cameras in the corners watching her as they locked the metal down, three bolts from the outside. No blanket, just a white sheet, no bunny bear, just a white pillow and the white ceiling over head. Mixie felt numb when the injection fully hit her on the bed, unable to really move or rather she just didn't feel like it.​

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

There would be retribution to be paid, and it would be paid in blood. They had taken his blood and they would pay for it with their own. It was as simple as that.

"Yo Vince, seriously you need to settle down some, you're gonna wear a fucking hole in the floor with all that pacing." A strong female voice said to the brooding giant of a man who was pacing the concrete floor of the warehouse the group of people were in. Most sat or stood a fair distance back from the pacing man, their eyes following him as he stalked to a fro like a caged beast ready to murder anything that go to close to it.

Vince jerked his head to the source of the voice, his darkly tanned skin and long pitch black hair and strong features hinted at a Native American heritage. His normally dark brown, almost black eyes were a burning orange red akin to hot coals. His lips curled back into a snarl, a mouthful of inhumanly long, and sharp teeth bared at the woman. The five long thin scars on that ran across his left side of his face, from chin to ear across his cheek pinched the snarl deeper and a low, dangerous growl emanated from his chest and throat.

The monsterous look on his face, mixed with his naturally large size, standing at 6'7" tall, with a broad shoulders and a barreled chest made for a rather intimidating figure. The woman who spoke, a pretty thing with bright blue eyes and platinum blond hair styled in a pixie cut, with red stained lips shrugged and lifted her hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Fine, forget I said anything." She said shaking her head.

Growling again Vince returned to his pacing, long powerful strides, back and forth, from one side of the room to the other. Stopping in front of a thick concrete pillar Vince let out a snarling growl and threw a massive fist into it. Two things happened. First the concrete beneath his fist cracked and slightly caved in with a spiderweb like pattern with a splatter of blood in the center. The second was Vince's hand was broken thoroughly, the skin of his knuckles was barely scraps and small pieces of bone stuck from the skin.

With another growl Vince returned to his pacing ignoring the mangled hand. As it swung by his side a soft grinding and popping came from it as the bone shifted back into place and mended together. The skin sealed closed in a matter of seconds. "Vince..." An uncertain voice called to him from behind. Whipping around Vince glared at the shorter man who spoke up. The man flinched and huddled in on himself, taking a very submissive posture. "I..I've found out where Angi was taken." As soon as the words were spoken Vince was across the room faster than most of the people watching could keep up with. The man was lifted from the ground by his collar and held eye level with Vince, who was growling viciously. "Where is she?" He asked though gritted teeth in a deadly growl.

It took the smaller man everything he had to not piss himself in terror. "Sh-she is at Kingley Mental Hospital." He stammered out visibly shaking. Dropping the man Vince turned away and in a booming voice that held an undefiable power in it he spoke to the eight people in the room. "Tonight we will be going to Kingley to retrieve Angi. The full moon is in only three nights and I am not going to let her face her first change scared and alone, locked in some cell like a fucking animal!" He roared his deep voice reverberating off the concrete walls.

Not bothering to actually take the tight plain white tee off Vince ripped it from his body while stepping out of his boots. Jerking his pants off he stood naked and let out a bestial roar full of pure rage. Quickly pain entered that roar as the sound of bones snapping and reshaping.

The others followed suit stripping naked and joining in the howl of rage and pain. Arms grew and legs buckled, in the wrong direction. Faces elongated and jaws snapped as they grew. Thick fur began to sprout from bare flesh. Vince was the first to fall forward catching himself on hands that were forming into clawed paws.

It was less than thirty nightmare inducing, stomach wrenching seconds before the grotesque sounds and sights stopped. The room was now filled with the bodies of nine wolves, Vince being the largest of them, his fur a deep black with a slightly lighter, dark gray patch that started between his eyes and ran down his back to almost dead center of his body. His shoulders were just over four feet from the ground, and he was at least eight feet long. A true monster of a wolf.

Throwing his head back he let out a haunting howl that was joined by the others of the pack. The long note held for nearly a full minute before the pack tore off form the warehouse and into the dimming light of late evening.

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"LET ME OUT OF HERE GOD DAMMIT! LET ME OUT NOOOOOOW! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING PLACE!" A tall, slender girl with deeply tanned skin and long black hair that was in a single braid that reached nearly to her ass shrieked at the heavy steel door. Her dark eyes were wide and wild as she paced around the room screaming profanities, threats, and just shrieks of unadulterated fury.

The shapeless hospital gown did well at hiding the gentle, sensual curves of her still developing body. She was pretty in a girlish way, that hinted at a beauty that she was going to grow into.

With a frustrated scream she charged the door again and hammered her fists into it over and over screaming about how she didn't have much time left before the full moon and her first change. That she needed to be out of here and with her brother before it happened. Hot angry tears streaming from her dark eyes. Angi hated each and every person in this place. If she changed in here alone, she would most likely loose herself to the beast inside and go on a killing rampage. She needed an experienced wolf there to help guide her through the first change, to keep her balanced and stop her from loosing her human mind to the beast mind completely and doing something she would most certainly regret.

Looking out of the small window in the door she watched as a pair of nurses half dragged a pretty girl with pretty red hair, that was cut into a very peculiar style into the room across from her. Her screaming stopped and glared at them, hate burning in her stare. When they came out with the girl most likely restrained, like she had been before she broke out of them. They looked at her. A devilish smile spread across Angi's lips and she mouthed four words to them finishing with running her soft pink tongue over her pearly white teeth. The words were. "You will all die."

 

[Lagertha]

If only the injections and medications worked to drown out the things she saw, she heard, maybe then Mixie could get out of this place once and for all. Things never worked like that. The injection had calmed every muscle in her body, and since Mixie was no real harm to herself or the staff, she had not been strapped to the bed. The four corners of the room consisted of nothing but the bed she laid on, with the eleven foot ceilings and the black cameras way out of reach. The bed was also fused to the concrete ground, making sure there was no way it could be moved to harm any of the staff or patients.

For a while, Mixie just laid there, ignoring the world, everything around her, but she was never alone. The pounding on the door from across the hall was apparent. Though the other girls cries were muffled by not only the two metal doors and the injection Mixie had been given, but also by the things that surrounded her. She could tell the girl was upset, but her cries were something Mixie had gotten used to after living here for so long..and the constant beasts in the corner of her eyes moving around the room.

"They are going to feed you that poison again." Eyeless, nose-less, nothing but a lip-less creature that forever had it's sharp clutched teeth barred to her spoke. The beast was dark, it's long clawed fingers snapping together in boredom. The beast sat in the corner, grey skin, slimy, in a similar dress to Mixie herself, watching her, and talking to her. Mixie was not scared anymore. Some of the creatures she had seen used to scare her, but none of them had really hurt her, and the ones that did hurt her did not seem to come around often.

"I know.." Mixie sighed, no doubt the nurses and psychiatrist was watching her taking notes of her talking to herself. Her golden eyes floated around the ceiling, but Mixie laid in the bed like she had been placed only a few moments ago. The creature moved, crawling on the ground, grabbing her arms as it pushed itself up into a standing position. It hunched over Mixie, drool coming from it's disgusting mouth as it twisted it's head left and right speaking to her. There was no ears on the creature, just holes where ears should have gone.

"It will kill you." The creature snarled, skin bunching together around it's teeth. Mixie looked at the creature as the drool fell onto her gown. She wondered at times like this if she would ever be able to fully fake that she could not see these things, that they did not talk to her.

"Great! Maybe I'll finally be free of crap like you and can rest in peace..." Mixie sighed again, rolling her eyes. She could hear the echoing of feet outside her door, chattering that was muffled by the door. No doubt the nurses were coming with the tube, she could hear the metal cart creaking. Medicine, food, probably another injection if she fought the tube like she had last time. She never understood why she bothered putting up a fight anymore. Her parents were afraid of her, her siblings and everyone at her school had thought she had ran away from home. No doubt after a year of Mixie being 'missing', they had come to the conclusion she was probably dead. She could imagine her parents going with that lie, producing a fake funeral for her extended family and siblings to make it seem like they were moving on. Her parents still paid for her stay here, and no doubt they most likely would for the rest of their lives and her own. What better way to keep your child away from you if you thought them insane?

The creature laughed at Mixie's words, and her golden hues looked back up at the beast. The cart stopped moving, outside her door, and Mixie could feel that there was more than two of the nurses. Probably because of the other girl across the hall making a commotion. If Mixie was not drugged she probably pretend to care, and try to calm the girl across the hall before the girl got the same injection. However, Mixie did not really care. She had seen girls her age, younger than her, come and go, and some them had been taken to jail, others moved to the adult wing. The only two girls Mixie had known since she had been here was Sara and Cici. Cici had been here since the age of eight, and Sara had been and out of here three times since Mixie was here.

"Mixie? Did they take you in too?" Mixie's eyes looked at the creature above her, but it was not the beast speaking this time. Mixie's eyes lazily looked around the room, finding the vent on the ground that barred shut. Nails keps the vent on, but a metal cage surrounded the vent, nailed down as well to ensure no one would be dumb enough to try to open it. Then again, Mixie had known a girl that had done that once, broken all her finger nails to get into the vent, but for what? So she could be admitted to the adult ward?

"Aye." Mixie said, staring at the vent. She could hear the vague commotion outside, no doubt nurses were going into the other room first to deal with the girl across the hall. "What'd you do this time Ling?" Mixie did not seem amused or surprised at all. Ling had only been here for a year, but the nurses always seemed to have every excuse in the book to throw Ling into one of these rooms.

"I was just biting my nails off..one of the doctors found me. Said it was a 'form of self mutilation'..so they locked me in here..It's just an anxiety thing." Ling's voice was clear at least, no doubt the vents were connected to the two rooms. Mixie couldn't help but bust out laughing. Often she would bite her own fingernails, when talking to the psychiatrist, or the nurses and she had never been locked in one of these rooms for that.

"They really fucking hate you.." Mixie laughed.

"That isn't funny Mixie! Why did they pull you in the room?" Ling huffed, the beast hovering over Mixie had moved to her metal door peering out of the little window.

"It is kinda funny Ling..I think nurse Heather hates you..Didn't you sleep with her husband before coming in here?..Um..What do they normally put me in here for? Besides being crazy." Mixie flexed her fingers, she knew she could sit up, but she could hear the commotion outside. One of the nurses was getting closer to her door.

"Um, it was her boyfriend, and it isn't my fault he likes Asians." Ling replied laughing. "Besides my parents and his parents said it was fine." Ling had a habit of sleeping with guys she barely knew, and Mixie knew she was lying about her parents consent. After all Ling was under age, and the nurses boyfriend had been older. "You didn't eat again?" Mixie sighed. "Figured, you never eat unless they shove it down your throat." Ling laughed again.

"Stop reminding me why I want to strangle you every time I see your face Ling.." Mixie rolled her eyes. She really did not like Ling, the girl had a habit of picking on other girls. Mixie had often gotten into fights with her over nothing more than Ling giving her a dirty look.

"Hey! Did anyone say you two could communicate?" Mixie looked at the white wall int he direction of Ling's room. Her door had opened, a nurse talking on the other side. "Come here Ling, it's time for your medicine!" Mixie listened, the beast cackling a laugh at the commotion and Mixie pushed herself to sit up as someone knocked on her door.

"Mixie? It's nurse Rose. Is it okay if I come inside now?" Nurse Rose, Mixie was thankful she got her. Most of the other nurses were never too nice about handling her if she had not ate. Often Mixie would wind up with several bruises, people holding her down and treating her like an animal when she rarely fought with the staff.

"Yeah." Mixie said softly.

"Don't let her inside! She's going to feed you poison! POISON!" The beast clawed at the door, and Mixie just looked at it as the bolts were unlocked. The door swung open, the beast disappating into dark smoke as it collided with it. In the open door stood the tall blond, blue eyed, Rose, tanned skin, manicured nails, way too much makeup for being fifty.

"Hey there sweet Mixie!" Rose smiled, red lipstick, a small plastic cup in her hand, the other hand held a plate of food. Rose was from Texas, the southern draw was thick in her voice, but Mixie did not mind. She watched as she came inside, a few of the nurses behind in the hallway as she moved to Mixie's bed and sat down. "Now Mixie, we going to try to do this the easy way, ok? I brought your plate of food, and your medicine. You eat some and take your meds, and we don't have a problem, ok? Won't it be fun if we get along?" Mixie rolled her eyes.

"If it was anyone else Rose, I'd throw the pills at them and claw their face." Mixie rose a brow, sighing deeply as she grabbed the plastic cup. "But, I'm already kinda drugged, so they'd probably win either way." Rose laughed a bit as Mixie put the cup to her lips, jerked her head back as she swallowed the pills. Rose pushed the plate into Mixie's lap, who ate some of the food on it.

"See Mixie, this isn't so hard, now is it? So why don't you just do this without us having to make you eat?" Rose played the concerned tone, Mixie had been in here for along enough time to get close to some of the staff. Though how could she really explain that the smell of food lately made her feel sick? That there were still things screaming at her that the food was poison? Her golden eyes looked into the hallway, the nurses were done with the other rooms, now waiting on Rose to finish with Mixie. They weren't alone. Mixie could see the tall creature that reached up to the ceiling, hunched forward because it was taller than the ceilings. It's head leaned forward, the massive fists that dug into the ground as it walked around like a gorilla. Why could she only see them? Why didn't everyone else?

"I wasn't hungry.." Mixie said truthfully as she looked back at Rose, as the creature disappeared away from her view.

"Hunny..you are never hungry. You remember what I said last time?" Mixie shook her head, she was always so drugged when she came to these rooms, but the drugs never made the creatures disappear. "Even if you aren't hungry, you need to force yourself to eat something...or things are going to get ugly. Remember the last couple of times you wouldn't eat even when I broke you the food nicely?" Mixie rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Yes Rose, my throat still feels like shit from a week ago. I remember fully well what happens when I forget to eat." Rose lifted a finger wagging it in front of Mixie's face. "Sorry, I shouldn't curse." Rose was only one of the staff that hated cursing, and after Mixie ate some she gave Rose the plate back. Rose got up, bringing a plastic bottle of water in. The cap was off. Mixie took the bottle, drinking half of it, before giving it back to the nurse.

"Alright sweetie, you get some sleep now. I'll be sure to check on you in the morning, mkay? You should feel better with something in your belly." Rose said sweetly as she moved to close the door.

"And if I have to pee.." Rose closed the door all the way, starting to lock it. She looked through the window, pointing upwards to the cameras in the corner of the ceilings.

"Just say you need to! We can hear you on the cameras!" Rose said pleasantly.

"Great! I'm a trained dog!" Mixie waved, before falling back into her bed. One thing she hated about these rooms, the lights never went off even at night. How the hell was anyone suppose to sleep? At least Mixie could stare at the ceiling again in piece now that they were leaving, and the creature that had been bothering her all day had vanished at least..for now.​

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

Angi stopped screaming and just stalked about the room, occasionally shooting the camera in the corner of the room icy glares that could freeze molten steel. To her captors she appeared to be a caged animal ready to kill, if only they knew just how accurate their assessment was.

Three days prior Angi had been taken to the school counselor for her suddenly aggressive mood swings. The normally passive girl had started to snap at other students and teachers throughout the week, each day getting worse than the last. She refused to talk to the woman, just sitting across from her glaring daggers. Angi knew what was wrong and she knew she couldn't tell anyone about it without looking crazy. Vince and the other had warned her about it, as she got closer to her first change her inner beast would slowly grow more intense, causing her to become more aggressive

After nearly an hour of sitting in silence staring at the woman with a predatory glare she was dismissed from her office with an offer to come back and talk any time she felt the need.

It was in the cafeteria that the event that landed her in Kingley took place. Angi sat in the far corner of the massive room at a table by herself bothering no one and trying to keep herself calm. That's when a group of students came over to her and started to harass her.

They jeered and teased her, making snide remarks about her bitchy mood being caused by her finally having her first period and other mean spirited jabs that only high school kids were able to form. It didn't take long for Angi to snap.

Shooting up to her feet suddenly causing the chair under her to be tossed back from her she snatched the hard plastic food tray and shattered it across the skull of one of the boys taking him off his feet and sending him sliding across the floor in a heap.

Before any of them could react she planted her fist into a girls face shattering her nose in a explosion of blood, and got in three more hits before the girl could hit the floor. Leaving her face a swollen bloody mess. Whipping around she grabbed the back of the second girl's head and with unnatural power slammed her face into the table hard enough to break bone, cracking her eye socket and cheek bone before jerking her head back and flinging her limp body several feet by her hair.

Only seconds had passed and the last boy and girl finally reacted. The boy threw a punch at Angi while calling her bitch. Angi replied with catching his arm just above the wrist and bringing the ball of her other hand against his elbow in a open palm blow that caused his arm to bend painfully in the opposite direction it naturally should. Letting go of the ruined arm the boy feel to his knee screaming in pain and took a knee to the face cutting his screams off abruptly and sprawling him out unconscious on the floor.

The last girl, instead of being smart and running away while Angi had her back to her instead grabbed Angi's long braid and jerked her head back. Growling like an animal Angi reached behind her over her shoulder and caught hold of the girl's arm. Pulling off a makeshift Judo throw Angi flipped the girl over her shoulder slamming her painfully on her back on top of the solid cafeteria table knocking the breath from the girl with a heavy "Umfph!" Not giving the girl a moments rest Angi began to hammer her fists into the girls chest the sound of ribs snapping audible under her assault.

It took being tazed by two of the schools resource officers to finally subdue her enough to cuff her. She was arrested and put in Juvenile Detention where they determined that she needed to sent to Kingley for a psychiatric evaluation due to her sudden, brutal attack since her record was spotless and her mood swings had been recorded by the school counselor.

The end result of her attack was as such, the first student suffered a sever concussion and minor lacerations to his face. The second had a broken nose, and sever facial bruising all the way to the bone with a minor concussion. Third suffered a major concussion, a cracked cheekbone and jaw, and was blinded in one eye, with the possibility of permanent brain damage. The forth had a shattered elbow, broken nose, and some sever bruising. The last had several contusions across her back, chest and torso, six ribs broken in a total of nine places with several other small fractures throughout and a broken sternum.

Hearing the nurses come down the hall with the food cart Angi moved to the door and looked out of it, a wolfish grin on her lips as she watched the nurses move to the other rooms.

One came to her door and gave her an attempted stern look, but Angi could see that she was afraid on the girl, and more importantly she could smell the sour stench of fear on her. "Angi I need to to step away from the door and wait on the other side of the room please." She said patiently. Angi just tilted her head slightly to the side her lips spreading into a wider grin, her dark eyes staring unblinkingly at the woman. She saw the way the nurses throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. This woman was clearly terrified of the fifteen year old child on the other side of the door.

"Angi, if you don't step back we are going to have to do something none of will like." Again Angi said nothing and just stared into the woman's eyes like she was looking into her very soul. After a tense moment Angi thrust her head forward moving and snapped her teeth together in a biting motion, the click of her jaw snapping shut able to be heard by the woman, who jumped back and let out a started cry. "Open this door you filthy fucking pig." Angi growled. "Let me out of here before I have to kill everyone here."

The nurse reached to her side pulling up a small walkie talkie. "Angi please don't make me call in to get help restraining you." Angi snorted. "Yeah because that worked so fucking well last time." She said holding her hands up for the Nurse to see.

Her first day here Angi was under heavy sedation and was strapped to the bed for her safety. They should have kept her sedated. When she came to she was pissed. It only took her a few minutes of screaming threats that she was going to kill them all if they didn't release her and some struggling before Angi tore the leather straps from the hard plastic of the anchored bed. The poor nurse that entered her room to try and calm her had managed to get into the door and close it behind her, it locking automatically behind her. Angi didn't take well to the idea of being sedated again and had broken the woman's wrist and injected her with the sedative intended for her.

After that several of the male nurses were brought over to the female wing and it took four grown men to restrain her long enough to get the unconscious nurse to safety, and get a needle into Angi. The effect of the sedative lasted less than half the time is should have and since they had refused to allow any more employees to enter the girls room.

"You're not going to call anyone pig. You are going to make idle threats like the others, and then you are going to slip my tray of drugged food through the slot in the door like all my other meals, where I will refuse to eat them like I have all the other meals, and you will walk away from my door breathing a sigh of relief that you survived an encounter with the dangerous devil child with your body intact. Probably to go take a shower to try and wash away the stink of fear that is covering your body while weeping silently." Angi spoke in a level tone, that held absolutely no emotion.

Stepping closer to the door she tapped the glass with a single fingernail, creating a solid clicking sound. "Little pig little pig let me out." She said in a song like tone that was dripping with unspoken promise of bodily harm.

 

[Lagertha]

"Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock...." The voice called repeating the same two words. If she had any hope of sleeping, that was long dead. At least the five minutes of peace she had gotten would seem to do her well. The way she was deeply sedated, relaxed, also did her well to keep her calm for the fact she would not be sleeping at all tonight. Mixie tried to keep her eyes on the ceiling, ignoring the voice as it continued it's terrible chant. "Tick..Tock...Tick...Tock..Tick.."

"Hey Ling, you still there?" Mixie found the strength to move her jaw, her lips a bit numb from the added medication. At least the injection would wear off soon, though in a way she wished it would just stay a while longer. At least she could reframe from screaming like a mad woman like the other girl across the hall. It would also make this deeply easier to ignore the voice of the creature in her room chanting the same two words.

"Ling?" Mixie had sat up, the creature stood under the camera of her room in the corner. The creatures long fingers, index, were moving like a counter clockwise, mimicking an old clock.

"Tick..Tock.." The creature had a shadow that made the movement of the seconds hand, and it's lips parted as it continued it's chant with every movement of the seconds hand.

"Please Ling..I'm fucking going crazy in here...please for the sake of everything everyone in this fucking existence thinks is holy, please say you aren't fucking passed out!" Normally, Mixie could stand the taunting creatures, the nightmares that forced her awake every night, the medication. However, lately the creatures had become more in her face, and they had not left her alone once this entire week.

Mixie pulled herself off the bed, crawled halfway on the floor towards the vent. She raked her fingers along the metal cage, ignoring as the creatures head jerked in her direction, continuing it's chant.

"Shut the fuck up Billy!" Mixie had named the creature, some of the ones she saw often. She spat in it's direction, flinging her head back with a grunt as she rested against the wall. Sweat was starting to pelt her body, causing the ugly heap of a gown to cling to her form. Mixie had curves, curves she had grown into the last year being here. A large bust, small waist, subtle hips. Her pale legs stretched out in front of her, and she cracked her jaw.

"It's almost time.." Mixie swore that was Ling's voice speaking, her golden hues looked at the vent, grabbing the bars of the cage as she stared into the dark metal door.

"Ling? What are you talking about?" Mixie was confused, and she swore she was either having a panic attack or going into heat. Though, it was most likely her body was ready to throw up the food she had consumed. Her stomach was turning in on itself, and Mixie was doing her best to not let everything go right now. It was the last thing on earth she wanted, to throw up everything to have the nurses come and feed her with a tube, or tie her to the bed and put an i.v. in her.

"Can't you feel them? They are almost hear...sweet violent mother, ravage us all!" Mixie's head jerked around, her skin tensed as she jumped at the sight of the thing in front of her.

"Fuck you! You fucking piece of shit!" Mixie pressed her back against the cold stone wall, glaring at the creature that had been in her room earlier. Drool rolled down the mouth-less creatures pointy chin. It was like the beast was hungry, and Billy was still in the corner moving his hands on the clock.

"Everything is going to be bloody..everything is going to die.." The creature spoke again, using Ling's sweet summery voice. Mixie glared at the creature as it danced in front of her in madness.

"I fucking swear I'm going to die of a heart attack..I feel like I'm over heating..." Sweat was rolling down Mixie's nape in between her shoulders. She could feel the muscles tensing, then relaxing. This made her wonder if the creatures were right. Was something really coming? Was something terrible going to happen? Maybe that was why her stomach was turning, and her body felt like it was in defense mode, ready to run away from danger. That was it! Her body was frightened, preparing for danger. "Ling! I fucking swear! Just please fucking talk to me!" Mixie's legs pulled into her chest, her fingers ran through her hair as she whimpered. This was too much, she thought the injection and medication would help her, but she must have been asleep for longer than she realized..or staring at the ceiling for longer than she thought.

"M..ixie?.." Ling's voice, groogy, was soft through the vibrating metal walls of the vent. Mixie could hear shuffling, no doubt Ling was moving off the bed to come closer to the vent. "What's wrong?" Mixie could hear Ling's flesh hit the concrete ground, as she grunted and sat down by the vent like Mixie had. Mixie twisted around again, grabbing the cage around the vent. She hated the girl on the other side of the vent, but the two creatures in her room were driving her truly mad.

"Just talk to me you stupid bitch...just fucking talk to me.." Mixie was crying a bit, happy to hear an actual human's voice. These creatures, for as long as Mixie had been able to see them, to hear them..had never lied to her.

It was always the worst feeling when she said something the creatures had told her, and found the human's reaction to her words..Like the one time she had heard an entire conversation her parents were having when she was at a friend's house from one of the creatures.

When Mixie had confronted her parents, about the fact both of them were having affairs, her mother having a string of men in their entire marriage...Well. Just the way her mother had looked at her, frightened, ashamed, crying when Mixie had asked if it was true..had asked if her daddy wasn't her real father at all...Mixie had been nine.

The facts were facts. Mixie knew that much now. She never looked like her 'daddy', and there were certain things Mixie would do or say that frightened her mother before she had asked. Not to mention, Mixie's parents had a terrible fight the night she had asked. Terrible enough to have the cops called. Perhaps this had been the beginning of their fear of her, of their want to get rid of their daughter. She had became the troubled child.

"What am I suppose to talk about, you hoe?" Ling asked, grunting.

"I don't care! Just anything!" Mixie was banging the back of her head into the wall lightly, Billy's chanting voice picking up.

"Would you like me to tell you how I fucked Nurse Heather's boyfriend?" Ling was laughing slightly.

"Ugh! I said anything...I didn't mean repeat something you brag about every second of the day.." Mixie rubbed her eyes.

"Excuse me miss going bat shit crazy in the next room over. Did you want me to fucking talk or stroke myself to the cameras while you listen?" Ling grunted, making fake sex noises.

"Oh my fucking God Ling! I said talk to me! Not make me fucking crazier! I think I'm losing it, like seriously fucking losing it!" Mixie's hands tensed, she looked at her feet, her knees, anything else to avoid looking at the two creatures in the room.

"Um..Earth to you Mixie..You are in a mental hospital. I don't think you can lose it much more than this? I'm pretty sure we are where all the crazies are?" Ling was actually laughing. "Where the heck do you think they put us if we go crazier? A mad house?..oh wait..we are already here." Ling knocked against the concrete wall, the echo coming through the vent.

"And...now I remember why I fucking hate you." Mixie's right brow was twitching, agitated. Ling was right, they were already in a mental hospital. So if Mixie was crazy..well, she was already with all the other ones.​

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

Angi stood in front of her door not moving a muscle staring out of the small window at the door across from hers, the design of the hall had the doors slightly off center from each other so the patients couldn't look into each others room from across the hall. Angi had been standing like that for hours, breathing steadily, watching, waiting. The approaching full moon had her inner beast waiting just below the surface, raising her already exceptional senses to greater heights.

What the camera in the room couldn't see was the soft flaring of her nostrils as she scented the air. A very faint scent, vaguely familiar to her tickled her nose underneath the smells of rotting flesh, sulfur, and fear. All of them were coming from the room across from hers. A low growl rolled from deep inside Angi's chest, not loud enough to be heard over the speakers that monitored the room with the camera. Something foul was in that room with the girl and it was frightening her badly. Angi couldn't blame her, the scent of it alone put her on edge, causing the small hairs on the nape of her neck to rise.

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Vince and the pack stopped their running just inside of the treeline that was a hundred yards from the back of the hospital. Their run here took hours to complete and several of the younger wolves were panting lightly from the exertion, not Vince. His burning eyes were locked on the building before him. Inside was his little sister, the last of his family. Lifting his nose to the air he sniffed for a moment, a flood of information rushing in. He could smell a family of rabbits twenty yards to the south, several squirrels in the trees above, a birds nest with eggs straight overhead.

The scent that he picked up from the wind came from the direction of the hospital was a pungent mix of madness, fear, chemicals, exhaust and humans. He was to far out to catch Angi's scent. Turning to catch the eyes of his pack he looked them in their eyes, an unspoken connection they all shared which acted like a very limited telepathy, told the pack to follow him silently.

Jerking his head back towards the hospital and took off into a full sprint. The hunt was underway. It was less than four seconds before the small distance was covered and Vince hurled his massive wolf shoulder at the metal door, smashing all four hundred plus pounds into it. The sturdy locks held fast, the hinges however did not. With a cacophonous clattering of steel on tile the door bounced across the floor.

As soon as Vince was in the hall he threw his head back and let out a thunderous howl that echoed through the halls and filled the entire hospital with it's haunted cry. The rest of the pack had followed in behind him and joined in his howl. Their echoing war call declaring the beginning of the end.

Vince exploded forward in a rush of movement, sharp claws digging gouges in the tiles under paw. The scents inside were all muddled together and some were just to overpowering, so a complete search was needed, as well as a culling of those foolish enough to hold a werewolf prisoner.

Everyone in the hospital could hear the howls, and security was alerted by not only the sound but the alarm that was set off by the door being broken in. Several security guards came running to see what was happening. The first that rounded the corner to the hall the pack was charging down barely had time to register what he was seeing before two heavy paws hammered into his chest, the razor sharp claws rending uniform and flesh like it was nothing. A set of powerful jaws snapped shut around his head crushing the skull like an overripe grape before he could even yell.

Vince continued to charge on. Half of the pack broke off down the intersection ending the security guard who was now screaming in horror, cutting his screams short in a gurgled death cry.

As the nine wolves rampaged through the halls, killing everything that came in their path Vince caught scent of something that made his hackles raise. It was the fetid stench of demons. Letting loose a warning howl as he charge on wards warning the others of the new development.

Every time Vince came across a set of locked doors he simply broke through them. He had finally caught scent of Angi and the closer he got to her, the strong the stench of demons grew. He was on a single minded path to get to Angi, he left it to his pack to take out everything that breathed in this place, and from the smell of blood and sounds of screams and breaking doors he knew they were doing their part.

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Angi smiled when she heard the howls, it wasn't a pleasant expression of her pretty face either. For the first time in hours she moved. Turning slowly she smiled up at the camera, a murderous glint in her dark eyes. "I told you that you would all die." She said to the camera, not knowing or caring if anyone was still monitoring her. Her pack was here, and they were out for blood. She knew this because she knew her older brother. He wouldn't take kindly to her being taken away without his knowledge or consent. You just don't mess with one of the pack after all.

A crash echoed through the hall coming from the very end. Angi watched as several nurses both male and female, and a security guard came running down the hall towards the sound. Their screams of terror quickly filled the room along with the sounds of blood splattering, flesh ripping, and bone breaking. A few of them went racing away in a panicked manner past Angi's door back in the direction they had came from when the familiar black and dark grey fur of a massive wolf went rushing past her window in chase.

In front of the door to the strange smelling room across from hers Vince caught up with his prey. A spray of crimson blood splattered against the door covering most it and part of the window. With the cutting off of the last scream the hall fell unnaturally quite for a moment.

The silence was broken by the rhythmic click of claws on cement as the massive wolf made it's way to Angi's door. Smiling affectionately at the beast Angi pressed a hand to the glass. "Hello big brother." She said softly.

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Vince followed the scent of his sister with a single minded determination. Burting through the door to the hall she was one his red orange eyes moved over the hall as his nostrils twitched taking in the scent of the room, Angi was here, and so was the demon he smelled, as wall as something else that was familiar but different at the same time.

The sudden appearance of humans snatched his attention away from the last scent and with a snarl loud as a truck engine he met them, terrible teeth and claws powered by supernatural muscle and superior weight tore through the humans with ease.

He chased down the few that fled him taking them out with brutal finality. Body parts were ripped from bodies and flung in random directions, blood sprayed from wounds painting the white walls red with the splatter. Once the last human was eviscerated by his razor sharp claws Vince walked back to Angi's door. The window was above his head but he could see her inside smiling at him.

Be it because the almost overpowering smell of blood that filled the entire place, the distraction of finding his kin, or just plain carelessness Vince didn't notice the ruddy wolf that was smaller than him, but larger than any natural wolf come barreling down the hall crashing into him with a snarl.

The blow sent Vince to the ground and sliding through a pool of blood, a set of jaws snapping at him. Snarling and growling loudly Vince snapped back at the new wolf. This one was not one of his own.

The sound of two giant wolves fighting in the hall was nearly deafening. Low growls that sounded like thunder, snarls that made the skin crawl, and the sounds of two massive bodes crashing about in a fight to the death.

The two wolves moved down the hall, the screams of patients mixing into the clamor of their fight. Vince managed to get his jaws firmly around his assailants hind leg. Jerking his head he pulled the wolf from his flank. Setting his legs and tightening his jaw Vince began to whip his head back and forth, flailing the wolf around like a rag. The snarls of the ruddy wolf quickly became whines and yelps of pain as its body was tossed about, getting slammed into the floor, walls and door to Ling's room.

The sounds of bones being snapped were audible over Vince's snarling and the other wolf's yelping. It took a lot to kill a werewolf considering their speed of healing was tremendous, but this one was taking damage much faster than it could heal, as well as all the trauma to its head was making it grow weak.

The door to Ling's room didn't stand up to many of the devastating blows that were hammered against it and it was knocked inwards exposing the girl to the uncensored carnage that was taking place right outside her doorway.

Vince noticed the door bust open and used the corner of the door frame to beat the wolf in his jaws against. It didn't take many hits before the shattered body of the ruddy wolf stopped making any sounds. Dropping the dead, broken body from his mouth Vince turned his massive head to the girl in the room and staked towards her. She must have been frozen in fear because she didn't move as he closed in on her. It wasn't until he pressed a paw nearly the size of a dinner plate against her chest did she start to scream. Pushing her to the floor pinning her, his claws sunk into her chest bringing her screaming to new heights.

Baring down on her chest a cracking sound came from under his massive paw and the girls screaming choked off into a rasping fight for breath as he crushed her frail body under his power. He ended the girls suffering when his jaws snapped around her neck. Vince swallowed the bloody chuck of flesh and took several more. A set back to the werewolves healing power and strength was it burned a colossal amount of calories that were burned to create the needed energy.

More howls filled the hospital, and they were not those of his pack. Apparently Vince and his pack had entered someone else's territory and they followed them here. Growling in anger Vince started to change once again. The sound of shifting and growing bone and muscle filled the room he was in, clearly audible through the vent into Mixie's room.

Vince let out a roar so loud that the windows shook. Raising to his hind legs he stood in the beast-man form that only the strongest of Alphas could manage to achieve. Stepping out of the room, having to crouch to get though the door frame he rose to his his full height of nearly ten feet and let out another challenging roar of anger.

Two more wolves entered the hall and Vince's burning eyes fell on them. Reaching to his side he sunk his claws easily into the steel door of Mixie's room and plucked from from the hinges like tissue paper, and flinging it down the hall towards the two. The moment he tore off the door the demon stench grew almost impossibly strong. Turning his head to look in the room he spotted the girl inside and the two demons that were glaring at him.

The two wolves managed to dodge, letting the heavy steel door slam itself into the wall behind them and charged. In Vince's moment of distraction they leapt at him crashing into his nearly half 700 pound body driving him a step back, but still leaving him in sight of the girl and demons.

They tried to move out of his reach to attack again but Vince caught one by the tail and lifted it into the air slamming it into the ceiling shattering the tiles overhead before slamming it back down to the floor. Reaching out with his other clawed hand her grabbed the wolf just above its shoulders then adjusted his grip on the tail to the lower back just above its hips. Lifting the massive grey wolf up and letting out a fierce growl Vince tore the thing in two, flinging the twin halves to either side of him and tossing them behind him. The spray of blood and viscera flying into the open doorway at the girl inside.

 

[Lagertha]

Her eyes had closed, the conversation drowning out in this ridiculous place. Billy's hands on the clock continued to move at an unimaginable rate, but Mixie tried her best to drown everything out around her. Even the demon girl in front of her whose arms and hands flung up, head back with barring sharp teeth, as the thing danced.

Inhaling, Mixie tried to start counting in her head. Ling was talking, speaking about something she may have heard a thousand times before from Ling's lips. Oh how she hated this cunt of a girl, but now her words were filling out, making a pleasing white noise. Mixie was trying her best to continue to breath, to calm herself like she had been taught so many times before.

When she finally found herself mediating, ignoring the world around her, being still, everything was quiet. Except for the hammering of her heart in her chest. Her mind started forming images, memories of things Mixie had probably forgotten over the years.

Mixie must have been five, way before she had ever started to question her parents relationship. She could remember the warm summer day, playing outside in the subdivision with her friends, her mother's friends watching over her with the other kids.

Mixie could remember the feeling, the impulse, the knowing when the door had rung one hundred feet away. She had been at a birthday party for one of her mother's friends, her father being out of town. Her mother was inside the house, conversing with the other parents, but Mixie had felt it. The presence of someone near, that Mixie knew was coming for her, looking for her.

Mixie had ran inside when she had felt the presence at the door. That was when she had seen the seen. Her mother was at the door, a woman with a few men stood in the door frame. Mixie could remember running over, the angered look on her mother's pale face. Her strawberry blond hair dancing in the wind, the ping blouse she wore with the white shorts.

The closer the girl had gotten to the door, the more she had known her mother was upset. No one talks about it, but Mixie had been playing the scene in her head forever. She could remember every word, every sound, every sight. Mixie's mother had picked her up in her arms, in a defense mode. Her mother's grip kept Mixie inside the house, but her mother's body faced the woman and the few people outside the door that were looking in. This..had given Mixie a good look at them, and a good chance to hear them.

"She isn't yours Hilda. She belongs with us..." Mixie could remember the male's voice, the dark hair, the olive colored skin, the gold eyes. It was the woman next to him that had drawn Mixie's intention; long blackish brown hair, olive skin, golden hues, pretty face. "Her father will come for her, so give her up now before things get ugly.."

Mixie had never much cared to remember what her mother had said, but she could remember that woman. No doubt the man and woman were related somehow. It was the way the woman looked at her, the anger fading from her face, love flowing into it. She could remember how the woman shoved her foot inside, and her mother pushed the woman out.

"Hello little one..I'm your Aunt Yasmine..." The woman had smiled, reaching to grab for Mixie and..

Mixie broke from her trance when the screams hit her ears. Of all the nightmares she had been given over the years, she at least had some good memories. At least this had been one of them.

"What the fuck is going on?" Mixie was tensing, she felt like she was dying in a way, and the screaming wasn't help. "Ling?" Mixie had a hand on the cage, the other grabbing her turning stomach.

"I'm here...I don't know." Ling replied after a few seconds, Mixie could hear Ling standing. Mixie herself stood, grunting in pain as she walked slowly over to the door. There she aw the madness.

Nurses, both male and female, ran down the hallway past them. Security officers, guns in hands moved down the hallway as well. Then..more screams came. Mixie stumbled backwards, further into her room. She could smell it..the blood, the carnage, the fear...something bad was happening.

"Tick..Tock.." Billy sounded in the background.

"Oh my god! Mixie! We are going to die in here!" Ling was pounding at her door, grasping the handle and trying to open it as she screamed in fear. Mixie..was frozen in fear as she turned around to see the two demons. Billy had not moved at all, just the hands of his clock. The other demon in her room had pounced onto her bed, head back as she opened her mouth and laughed.

"Death comes for everyone!" The girl stood up on Mixie's bed, rubbing her hands over her body as she danced madly.

It was Ling's voice, Ling's cries that really brought Mixie to her knees. Her hands covered her lips as she listened to the gurgling pleas through the vents. Humans were running in the opposite direction, running away from the madness and then..

Mixie jumped, scampering back and pressing her back against the wall as her door was torn off it's hinges. Easily, a new form of man-beast stood in front of her and had taken her door off. Then..two other wolves attacked him and the beats fought back...Mixie was frightened. She must have been having another terrible nightmare.

"Please say I'm just dreaming..please say I'm just dreaming..." She closed her eyes, hands on her head, rocking back and forth.

"Hahaha..." The girl on her bed laughed madly, and moved in front of the doorway that the beast stood in. Mixie jumped and screamed when she heard the cracking of bones, and how easily the beast tore open the other two wolves.

"Tick..Tock..Tick!" Billy had finally stopped, his madness on the last ticking noise. The hands of his clock stopped moving. Mixie raised her head, eyes twitching as she looked at Billy, and the demon girl blocking the wolf monster from entering her room. There was something else too..Mixie was frightened but, there was this understanding, this knowing that something else was here.



"Mixie! Mixie!" The voice came around the hall, a woman's voice as a few wolves bounded the corner down the hallway. Four wolves had turned the corner before the woman, giant ones. There was another woman behind this one, stalking about behind her quickly. The two women stopped at the end of the hallway, looking down as the four beast protected their front. Four more came behind them, but they were men in biker clothing.

"Who the fuck are you?" The older woman stepped froward, a grandmother. Her long blackish brown hair that was wavy. A single line of silver wrapped through the woman's bangs, and her arm was in front of the other woman next to her. Her olive colored skin tensed, her golden hues looking at the man in front of her. "You are in our territory boy! You have no business being here!"

"Mama, please! We have to get Mixie!" The elder woman was in red jacked, black leather pants and boots, but the younger female that was clinging to her Mother's arm was in a black leather jacket, black tank top, ripped blue jeans, black steel toed boots. "I can feel her fear!" The woman pleaded, the same golden hues looking at the older woman. Her hair was long, the same blackish brown color, but straight and ended a little past her shoulders.

"You're right.." The grandmother of the pack was pissed, but it didn't matter. They had come here to get Mixie not form a blood bath. "Step off out territory and get out of my way boy!" The four wolves in front of the two women snarled their fangs.

"Let us shift!" One of the male's behind them called.

"Yasmine!" Another voice came down the hallway, turning the corner, another male. The straight haired woman turned to look at the male as he called her name. "Who the fuck is he?" The male pointed, he had the same olive skin, blackish brown hair, golden hues as the other two. No doubt the three of them were family. Yasmine stepped forward, pushing her mother backwards as she stepped between two of the wolves. They weren't native american at all. No, there was no doubt they were of Egyptian descent.

"Mixie!" Yasmine cried. "If you can hear me please just say something! I know you don't know what is going on, I know you may not remember my voice. Please! Just let us know you are okay.." Yasmine's hands were up, her jaw tightening as she looked at no doubt the Alpha that had come to claim something.

"There's another young wolf in that one." Mama pointed to the door that hadn't been opened to the giant wolf's other side. "That has to be what you came for, isn't it?"

"Mama please!" Yasmine snapped. Her head jerked back forwards as she looked at Vince. "Mixie!" Yasmine cried again, heart hammering as she grunted, beginning to take off her jacket.

"I-I'm here..." Mixie's voice hitched as she spoke, the two demons in her room going silent. This presence..she knew it. However the creature in front of her was making the girl frighten in the corner. Why the hell was anyone coming for her? Her parents hadn't wanted her...and now this madness.

"Oh thank God, my grand baby's okay..." Mama put her hands to her mouth crying. "Calm down boys." She raised her hands, as the five males behind Yasmine and Mama tensed.

"I don't know who you are, but I know you are the Alpha.. Right?" Yasmine threw her jacket off, moving to undo the belt of her pants. "I don't want to fight you, this doesn't need to happen. You want that girl in there? She's your family, right?" Yasmine yanked off her belt, flinging it on the ground. At least Mixie had responded, but she wasn't sure how she was exactly going to explain any of this to her. "All we want is Mixie..That door you are blocking with that demon in front of it? That's my niece!" Yasmine's brows narrowed, the wolves snapped as she quickly took off her shirt before moving to undo her pants. She was ready for this, to fight if she needed too, but his wasn't what she wanted.

"Just let us have my grandbaby!" Mama shouted, eyes glowing as she growled.

"What?.." Mixie's face twisted in confusion. She had only been mediating a bit ago, dreaming of something she tried not to remember. Her mother never liked talking about it, even sometimes when she had written. Her father had never so much as tried to write to her, but every time Mixie asked her mother who Yasmine was..her mother had always played it off like Mixie was crazy and getting worse.

"You can kill anyone else in here you want to cover your tracks. Hell, my pack will even help you. All you have to do is step away from the door so we can get her out of here." Yasmine was in her white and blue polka dot bra, her panties matched as she pulled off her shoes and pants.

"Yasmine.." Mama stepped forward but Yasmine held up a hand. Mama stopped moving as Yasmine looked at Vince, angry that he was on their territory, but he held something valuable.

"What do you say? We can forget your pack ever came onto our territory in the first place." Yamsine spoke carefully.​

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

Vince whipped his head away from the girl's room to the wolves that entered the end of the hall, his fur dripping with blood, a dangerous growl rumbling from deep in his chest. There were ten in total, and only four of them changed.

Keeping still his burning eyes flicked between the two demons and the pack of wolves. This was starting to get out of hand. Though there was something in the girl's scent that the other parties wanted. Something that made Vince himself want her.

Sharp eyes focused on the woman, Yasmine, who kept making demands of him. He didn't like the woman, and the fact that she was getting undressed to change angered him further. He could close the distance between them in less than a second and have her and several of the other unchanged wolves eliminated well before they could begin to shift.

That would leave him open to attack from the demons if they had wanted to attack. Growling viciously at the undressing woman he bared his fangs at her. He couldn't speak in this form, just as he couldn't as a wolf, and there was no way he would be giving up the advantage he had over them right now.

Reaching out through the pack link he projected a sending, a sort of psychic message that was made up of scents, images, emotions, and intent rather than words.

The sending had the image of the pack in front of him, along with their scents, and his location. It also contained the images and scents of Angi, Mixie and the Demons and what he wanted done.

Snarling at the last man to enter the room Vince let out a warning growl, his intention clear to those across the hall. Move and he would attack.

Taking a half step, which for a creature his size was about three normal steps for a person reached out with a long muscled arm never removing his gaze from the other pack. His claws easily sunk into the steel door and with a jerk it was ripped from the wall. Angi walked calmly from the room and looked up at the massive beast in front of her. "Hello big brother." She said turning her dark eyes to the others.

"You were correct, my brother and pack came to retrieve me. He has made it very clear to me to warn you. If any of you move, or attempt to shift he will be on you faster than you could react and many, if not most of you will be killed. He doesn't want to start a war with you. He is just here to take me home. Please stand down." Her voice was soft, and high, but held a confidence that spoke of her being a natural born were and an Alpha herself. Despite not having changed before, she was still part of the pack and shared their link.

Walking around to Vince's other side she looked at the two demons square in their faces. With the same confidence she had addressing a rival pack she tilted her head slightly at them watching them as they stood guard of Mixie. Leaning slightly to the side she peeked into the room past them and gave the frightened girl a small wave.

Everything was about to fall into place. The pack would be coming in for an ambush from behind in just a few seconds under the cover of the potent stench of blood. Vince would charge the demons and Angi would grab the girl and they would run.

Time seemed to slow down and stretch out for Vince as he gathered his focus. With blinding speed he hurled the door into the mass of bodies not aiming for the shifted wolves or the two woman, The whistle of the door as it cut through the air acted like a war horn.

The door hit one of the leather clad men in the back crushing him into the wall in such a way that even with supernatural healing he wouldn't be coming back from the blow.

In the same moment Vince's pack burst through the door and began to attack the rival pack. Teeth and claws meeting non-shifted flesh. Their aim was to cripple and confuse, not slaughter then get out.

A large, solid white wolf drove itself hard into the back of Yasmine and bite down on her shoulder, sharp teeth piercing skin and breaking bone, Lifting the woman the wolf shook her a few times and tossed her with aside into the the wall, and bolted forward towards Vince. A dark brown wolf with grey in his fur pounced on Mama driving her to the ground hard but not bothering to add to the attack, joining the white wolf in her sprint to Vince.

Two more attempted to copy the stick and move tactic while the last four stood their ground fighting the shifted wolves in a vicious display of fangs, snarls, claws and growls.

The moment Vince had let go of the door he spun around and with a roar launched himself at the pair of demons blocking the door. He kicked off the ground so hard that the concrete below his feet cracked. Angi dropped to a kneel as her brother flew over her smashing into the bodies of the demons. Gripping them tightly, his claws digging into their stinking flesh he barreled forwards roaring at them as he cleared the room and used their bodies as battering rams to smash through the wall on the far side of the room.

Angi was hot on his tail running into the room and scanning it quickly. Spotting the frightened and clearly confused girl in the corner. Dashing to her Angi grabbed Mixie's arms and hauled her to her feet. "Lets go Mixie, that's your name right?" She asked looking the golden eyed girl dead in her face, a willy smile spreading on her full lips. "You're pretty cute." She said quickly and with strength mismatching her lithe body Angi threw Mixie over her shoulder and at the waist and started to run.

In front of her Vince was still roaring at the demons who were clawing and striking at his arms, tearing at the skin as he continued to use them to break through walls. He knew demons were made of tougher stuff than concrete and this was little more than an irritation to them, but his grip and claws were stronger than concrete, strong enough to hurt them to a certain extent.

Finally Vince broke through a wall that lead outside. Flinging the male looking demon tens of yards away with a mighty throw Vince grabbed the other with both hands now and began to crush it with a visible show of effort. It didn't take long for the sound of cracking bones to sound in the air. As the demon kick and screamed, promising all manner of death, pain, mutilation, and desecration and fornication f and with his dead body Vince spread his massive jaws wide and with an effort crushed the demons skull into bloody pulp in his jaw.

Dropping the body he spat and hacked up the foul blood that filled his mouth. Demon's tasted worse than they smelt, which was saying something. While he was handling them, Angi, carrying Mixie had cleared a fair bit of ground, the white and graying brown wolves closing in on them.

Dropping to all fours Vince easily closed the distance. A sending flashed through the wolfs and Angi, never stopping her running dropped Mixie to the ground roughly, then grabbed the fur of the white wolf and pulled herself onto it's back. Vince scooped Mixie up in a massive clawed hand that wrapped almost halfway around the girls waist and pulled her against his chest holding her tightly.

The five of them sped up to full running speed, Vince faster than the rest despite using only three of his limbs to run. He reached out and sent a sending to his pack inside, they were far enough ahead now for them to pull out if they could, and an apology to those that were slain and who could still possibly be slain.

A pained, sorrowful howl erupted from his maw as he ran into the night, mourning his lost family, and the potential loss of more of them.

 

[Lagertha]

"Yasmine! They are going to attack!" Mama was the first to get the hint of this wolves intentions. More so when the girl, no doubt the wolves younger sister, was released. No doubt this girl would be an alpha as well, but would she ever grow up to steal Alpha from her brother?

"Fuck!" Yasmine cried, but it was already too late. Everything moved so fast. By the time the door had swished down between them they had all parted. Yasmine was forced to change as quickly as she could, but it was halted as the wolves bounded the corner and attacked them.

Mama was the first one down, though they had already lost one of their own. "Aymn!" Mama cried as she fell, but it was too late. The wolf that caught Yasmine's back forced her on her knees, stopping her shift as she tried to force him off her.

"Get Mixie!" Yasmine cried. "Garai!" Yasmine was on her back, the wolf on top of her as she tried to keep it from snapping it's maw on her neck. However the four wolves in the front had already began a fight. It was up to the men in the back to try to break past and get Mixie, though this seemed unlikely with them being unshifted.

Garai stepped forward, picking the wolf off of Yasmine and smashing it into a wall. Easily, even unshifted, the male snapped the wolf in two. Garai stood at 6'4, nothing but pur raw muscle, and blue glowing eyes. "I'm going to fucking kill you all!" He growled, as he helped to try to get the other wolves free.

Mixie was in a peculiar predicament. Fear, raw hard fear, had overtaken every muscle in her body when that large beast of a wolf had stepped forward grasping the demons and attacking them. A confused tear ran down her face as she had watched, unable to believe what she was seeing. This beast..was most likely very real..and it could see, hear, and attack the demons that had been taunting her.

"What the fuck are you?" Mixie wondered as the girl had stepped forward, this was the girl that had been across from her, and had now claimed that wolf beast was her brother. Mixie didn't take too kindly to Angi, the way she stepped into the room, grabbing her.

"Get off me!" Mixie glared at her as she was jerked to her feet. "I don't fucking know you, and I sure as hell don't want to!" The girl was stronger than she might have looked, or mayhaps Mixie was just really out of it. Her heart was racing, and she was freaking out in a way. Someone out there was claiming to be her Aunt, her family, but Mixie had never met any of her family. She had only known her mother and father. Another female voice had claimed Mixie was her granddaughter, but that felt weird to her. Now? This girl was jerking Mixie and flinging her on her shoulder. Mixie faught, but with the amount of drugs she had consumed in the day and earlier, she was too exhausted. More so, she wanted to hurl up everything she had consumed, sickened by the smells and sights as Angi had ran with Mixie. "I'm going to throw up.."

Mixie had defiantly thrown up on Angi's back, and after two or three times. After Mixie had found herself throwing up the fourth time, was when she had realized she was outside. It was then that the wolf had met up with them, and Mixie had found herself passing out.

The wolves had left the hospital, but most of them slaughtered by Yasmine and the others. Mama had not shifted, and Yasmine was on the ground healing her wounds as Garai walked through the four wolves he had caught and massacred with his bare hands. Mama crotched over Yasmine, holding her own arm as she looked at the way two of their pack had gone. One of them had died from the door, another female laid on the ground naked, bitten to death. However, Yasmine's pack had out numbered the wolves he had sent to stall them.

"Those fucks!" Yasmine's head snapped up when she heard the scream, the agitation in the males voice.

"Reda..what is it?" Yasmine propped herself up, her body almost fully healed. Mama's nostrils flared, angry, growling. Reda came out of the room Mixie had been at, his golden hues looking at his mother and sister. He was still tall, 6'5, and musculed as well, he was also nake. The remants of his clothing laid on the ground, and his fists were barred as he looked at the wolves on the ground. Four of the pack were still shifted into wolves. Angry, agitated, Reda became to bellow. "Reda?..."

"Go find him! Go find his little fucking sister! Slaughter them all!" Reda bellowed. The four wolves bolted out, in the direction the two had ran with Mixie. Garai, tore off his own clothing, and Yasmine watched him as the male shifted into a large wolf, grey and black, before bolting away after the other four.

"They took her..Those fucks!" Yasmine slammed her fist against the ground, and Mama growled, starting to remove her own clothing. "Mama! You C-"

"She's my grandbaby! My only fucking grandbaby!" Mama's eyes glared. Looking between Reda and Yasmine. Yasmine looked down, almost ashamed, and Reda was growling. "In case you don't remember! How that fucking human killed your brother after fucking him. Do you two remember? Do you remember us finding the body? Tracking her down after years to find she had a daughter? Your niece!" Reda growled.

"Of course I remember." Reda's arms were shaking. "I'll go after them."

"Get the rest of the pack." Yasmine said softly. "I'll go after them."

"Yasmine.." Reda started.

"She doesn't know your scents! Neerin and Aymn are dead if you haven't noticed, and they were the only two she had seen before." Yasmine and Mama looked at each other as Yasmine stood up. "Mama, I know Reda and I never procreated, and Mixie means as much to us as she does you. She's all we have left of Kasto..." Mama had removed her red jacket. Yasmine's hands were on her mothers shoulders. Reda moved, jumping and shifting as he ran to leave, red furred.

"Don't let them see you Yasmine. If you find them, make sure to protect the others before attacking, don't let them out number you..Keep Garai under control, you know how much Kasto meant to him." Mama moved to put her jacket back on. Yamine nodded, gulping. "I'll clean up this mess..can't have the police finding dead werewolf bodies.. Yasmine..I can't lose anymore of you, and I can't lose my only link to Kasto.." Mama was croching pulling one of the bodies as Yasmine nodded.

"I promise I won't come back without her Mama. I promise I'll make sure Garai doesn't do something dumb..and the first sign of trouble I'll let you know." Yasmine smiled, she tore off her bra and panties, grunting as her bones began to snap and reform. When she was done, a black wolf stood in it's place. Mama looked at her and smiled softly.

"Good girl." Was all Mama said as she started to drag the body away and Yasmine jolted after the others.​

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

Vince and the remainder of the pack he brought with him ran tirelessly through the night. Vince carrying Mixie's unconscious body cradled against his massive form. Angi, now naked having stripped from the vomit covered hospital gown, riding atop the white wolf.

"Sasha, if I get to heavy just let me know, Atsidi can carry me some." Angi said stretching herself out across the back of the wold, the feel of her soft fur caressing Angi's bare skin. Sasha sniffed dismissively at the comment and instead picked up her pace a little earning a small smile for the dark skinned girl on her back.

After a few hours they came to a river and stopped. Rising to his hind legs Vince looked at the girl he had been carrying the entire time and stared at her. He could smell the werewolf in her, but it was different. It smelled off somehow, like it was incomplete. A sending from Sasha came into his head, it was an inquiry of what they were going to do.

Responding with a sending of his own. They were to enter the river and swim up river a ways before crossing to the other side and then they were to head to the reservation.

Wading into the water Vince kept Mixie above the surface, while Sasha, Atsidi, and Angi swam ahead at his order. Once the river was two deep for even Vince to walk in he awkwardly held Mixie tightly over his shoulder so her head wouldn't go under as he swam against the currents.

They moved nearly a half mile up river before crossing to the other side and resuming their run. It was another few hours before they came to an old barbed wired fence that stretched out for miles in either direction. Easily bounding over it the six entered the protected grounds of the Navajo reservation. It was another twenty minutes of running before they came to a small smattering of houses.

Going to a dust covered light green house Vince carried Mixie onto the porch and with a massive clawed hand knocked on the door. A few moments of waiting, and the door opened revealing a tall man with a head full of thick black hair that almost didn't match the deeply etched wrinkles in the man's sun hardened, aged face. Hard staring eyes locked onto the massive beast standing in front of him and he man snorted, turned his head slightly to the side and spit past Vince.

Turning his eyes to the others he looked at both wolves, and the naked girl riding atop one and grunted before speaking in Navajo, his tone angry. Vince and Angi both flinched at the man's hard words. Atsidi lowered his ears and tucked his tail between his legs dropping into a submissive position at the onslaught. Sasha, who didn't understand a word herself felt the mood and she too dropped her head and tucked her tail.

As the old man tore into the wolves he actually reached out and boxed Vince on his ear then spit between his feet. Vince growled and was rewarded with a fist to his snout and more angry words.

After nearly five minutes of the verbal abuse the old man pointed to Mixie and Vince handed her to the man, then began his change to human. Sasha and Atsidi changed back as well.

Once human the man just stood silently glaring at the group of naked people standing on his porch. "Come inside." He said his words still hard but most of the anger out of them, as he turned and carried Mixie inside. Vince and the others followed.

Inside the house was simply furnished, but the walls held a great many curiosities. Hides, skulls, paintings, and a slew of historical items of cultural significance. Laying Mixie on the large, plush leather couch the old man turned to Vince and the others. Locking eyes with Vince the man sighed heavily. Tears were flowing freely down his face, but not a single sob was heard. "Tell me what happened boy." The old man said.

Vince nodded and with tears still freely flowing he spoke without a single quiver in his voice and gave the events of the night. Once he finished the old man just nodded and placed a gnarled hand on Vince's shoulder. "It is always hard to loose family, but you did what any of us would do to save one of our own. I am proud of you." "Thank you Sani. So you don't mind if we hide out here for a while, as well as the rest of my pack?"

Sani shook his head and chuffed at Vince. "No I don't mind you big dumb idiot, you declared a war with that pack and you have no idea how strong they are. The tribe is family just as the pack is family, even though most of your pack are outsiders to us they are welcome to our protection, as long as they can follow the rules and not start trouble with the other packs that live here. The rest of us get along, we will have no issues taking out any of yours that attempt to disrupt our peace."

Vince just nodded and turned to Sasha. "I need you to go gather the rest of the pack and bring them back. Atsidi go with her." The two nodded and turned to leave.

"Sani, can I use your bathroom. That girl threw up all over me several times and even though I swam in the river I still feel disgusting." Angi asked while already walking towards the old man's bathroom. "Yes Angi, you may, there are towels closet before you get to the bathroom." He said watching her leave the room.

Once she was gone and the sound of running water reached his ears Sani turned back to Vince. "So boy, why did you grab her like that?" He asked tilting his head towards Mixie. "You can smell her better than I can you old bear. She has the scent of a were but different than any other i've ever came across." Sani just nodded at Vince's words. It was true, he could smell it on her, she was one of them, but not at the same time. "So what are you doing to do? Attempt to change her completely?"

Vince looked down at the pretty girl laying on the couch and just shrugged. "I am not sure yet. Something just told me that she was special somehow, and it was strong enough for me to let four of MY pack die to get her away. The others offered us peace and freedom to leave without bloodshed, but it didn't fell right."

Stepping to the girl Vince loomed over her, still standing stark naked, as he looked down at her. Just what was it that pulled at his human and beast mind so hard to do something so dangerous to have her?

 

[Lagertha]

"Mixie!...Mixie!..." She knew she was dreaming. The feeling was always the same when she was dreaming, like she was present but not fully. "Mixie!.." There was someone calling for her, but Mixie wasn't quite sure who or what it might be calling her. Learning from experience in her dreams; someone calling her name in dreams never ended well.

Mixie opened her eyes. Well, not really, she was still dreaming after all. Her dream eyes opened to the scene around her: trees, long, thin, bushes and flowers surrounded her, but Mixie could hear a river flowing by not too far, and she could smell sand. She was sitting down, under a tree, in the same dress she had known for the past couple of years. Her hospital tag was still strapped around her right wrist, i.d. and everything.

"I don't really want to ask.." Mixie sighed in her dream as she looked around. Laughter buckled around her, a stream of voices, but the same voice cut through the thick laughter to call her name. "Who are you?" She knew, for whatever reason, the voice wasn't scary like all her other dreams and in no way was Mixie scared right now. "How do you know my name?" Mixie wondered why she even bothered to ask, she was dreaming after all. "Where are you? Where am I?" This was frustrating, dreaming something..so peaceful after a lifetime of chaotic nightmares.

"It'll be okay Mixie...You aren't ever alone." Mixie turned her head to the right, she had looked around and saw no one earlier, but now she spotted someone across from her. There crooched a man, olive skin, golden eyes, short cropped black hair, a gold earring in his right ear, a scruffy beard, in a three piece white suit. He looked surprised she had seen him, the man had to be in his thirties, maybe early forties. A smile cracked on his aged face. "You can see me." It wasn't a question, he knew.

"Yes..." Mixie tilted her head, furrowing her brows. "Why haven't I ever seen you before? Who are you?" Mixie was still confused on why she wasn't running, why there were no demons, no wolves. Just this strange place and this strange man. The man laughed, joy striking his face as he put his hands on his side and straightened himself.

"My name is...Kasto." He raised his left hand and waved before putting it down and laughed again.

"Why is giving me your name so funny?" Mixie rolled her eyes. "Never mind, just tell me why the hell I'm not running from anything. What's the point of stupid dreams like this.." Mixie grunted and looked down.

"This isn't a dream Mixie." Mixie looked up, jumping back at the sight of Kasto in her face looming down at her. He backed up a bit smiling. Being this close to him allowed Mixie to see the necklace he wore, and the bracelet as well as the earring. They were all in the form of a snake, biting it's tail to form the loops. "This..is very real." Kasto bent down, gripping Mixie's arm. Her muscles tensed, her jaw clicking together in fright at the feeling of someone grabbing her arm.

"G-Get off me!" Mixie struggled, pushing her back int the tree, standing up. Kasto's grip tensed as he looked at her with his golden hues, her reflection showing in them.

"Mixie. I know you are scared. I know everything last night was a lot. I need you to trust me. I need you to trust the people looking for you." Mixie felt pale as Kasto looked into her eyes, her soul. Her shoulders slumped, her jaw clicking.

"Why should I trust anyone? My parents left me to rot in a mental hospital! My siblings think I ran away! My teachers think I killed myself! All my friends are insane or dead, and now I'm having weird dreams about a man I don't know?" Mixie jerked her arm away from Kasto. He looked shocked, before he smirked at her.

"You are just like me.." Kasto's face was solemn and Mixie looked at him with a heated glare.

"What?" Mixie was confused. "I'm probably like you because you are a figment of my imagination." The forest disappeared around them. As Kasto backed up looking at her, the scenery changed into the desert. Pyramids stretched out behind Kasto as he looked at her shaking her head.

"Don't let them keep you abnatay...They won't understand what you are. We are dangerous creatures abnatay. Dangerous..creatures." Mixie was annoyed by all of this, and Kasto's weird words. How had she even come up with the name? Or the way he looked? The only men Mixie had ever looked at were through what magazines had been provided, the t.v. or the male nurses. She had never seen jewelry like his before.

"I have a really fucked up imagination.." Mixie grunted watching Kasto. His lips were moving now, but she heard no words. Only the feeling of her stomach turning in her chest.



"Oh fuck.." Mixie woke up on the couch, her vision returning to her as she turned over on the side of the couch and threw up again. She knew she shouldn't have ate, or drank down the pills, but she had done it nonetheless. The stuff was making her sick to the bone, and she always hated puking up medicine. Mixie blinked, holding her stomach as she spat a few times. A small amount of blood mixed with her throw up but that wasn't entirely what she was looking at. The wooden floors, listening to the squeaking of the leather couch as she moved. A hand was on the ground holding her up, some of her hair casting a veil over her face.

Mixie sat up, closed eyes as she wiped her forehead off. She had not ate for days, and the only thing she had ate had medicine mixed in, now she had nothing in her stomach. Sweat rolled over her flesh, and the nightgown clung to her. Mixie's lips were pale, sick, she did not look all that well. Slowly her eyes opened, and she jumped at the sight of Vince standing near her naked.

"Holy Fuck!" Mixie held up her hands in a defensive position in his direction, her head turning the opposite direction with closed eyes and furrowed brows. "Who the hell are you and why are you naked?" Mixie's shoulders were bunched, every muscle in her tensed. She opened an eye looking around at the small house, shaking slightly.

"Where am I?" Mixie did not bother looking in the direction she held her hands. "Where is that woman that claimed she was my grandmother? Is she here? Can I speak with her?" She had not seen Mama or Yasmine, or any of the others, but she knew Angi and the sight of that big fucking wolf that had wrecked her door. "Please tell me you aren't going to feed me to that beast of a dog!" Mixie cried.​

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

Vince stepped slightly to the side when Mixie woke up to vomit. He instantly took notice to blood in it, and how thin it was. The girl hadn't been eating correctly. A deep frown crossed his face at that thought. When she looked up at him and flinched away with her hands drawn up he let out a sigh. "Put your hands down. If I was going to hurt you I would have done it back at the hospital." He said glancing down at himself when she asked who he was and why he was naked. He had forgotten that he wasn't wearing clothing.

"My name is Vince, and I am naked because clothes don't fit on a changed werewolf." He answered calmly kneeling so he was closer to eye level with her. His dark hues searching her face. His nostrils flared ever so slightly as he studied her. "You are in a safe place, no longer in that prison of a hospital." He said with a curling of his lip in anger. "She isn't here, I don't know where she is so that would be a negative on speaking with her.

Angi came out of the hall wearing a towel around her body and smiled at Mixie who was finally awake. "Hey there, welcome back to the land of the living." She said crossing the living room, her smile melting into a look of concern at the pale, sweating girl on the couch, and the blood flecked vomit on the floor. "No I am not to feed you to my brother, no matter how tasty you look." She said walking up to Vince and putting a hand on his head like he was a dog. "She doesn't look good Vince, or smell so well either."

Vince didn't protest the hand on his head but did shoot Angi a growl. "Yeah she is sick. Sani, can you get her some detox tea and something to put on her stomach. She needs to get the drugs out of her system and food in it." He called to the old man who was already busying himself in the kitchen. "I'll let you bark out orders tonight pup, only because you are correct, don't get used to it." Sani's rough voice came back from the kitchen. "Angi, go draw her a bath. Use some of the medical herbs in it." Angi nodded and ruffled Vince's hair. "Got it bro." She said before darting off.

With Sani and Angi working Vince reached out put his hand on her face. "You're running a fever." With an audible sniff an a wrinkle of his nose he withdrew he hand. "And whatever it was they were stuffing you full of your starting to withdraw from." He all but growled the word they. It was clear he didn't care for the doctors at the now ruined hospital.

Looking at her sweat drenched dress he frowned. It smelled of that wretched place, and the fear sweat that it had soaked up. Pulling his hand from her face he knitted his eyebrows together in concentration and a moment later A black claw grew from the tip of his index finger. Grabbing the front of her dress with the unaltered hand he ran the claw through the fabric, rending it with ease. Peeling the ruined fabric from her body ignoring any and all protests from her as he stripped her down, leaving her in just her panties. His eyes never left her face, like her being more naked than not didn't affect him in the least.

Once she was out of her dress Vince slid his arms under her thighs and around the small of her back and lifted her from the couch as though she was weightless. "You're sick, I need you to settle down." He said locking eyes with the small woman in his powerful arms. His voice stern and commanding but not harsh, the voice of a man who is a leader and used to having what he said obeyed. He held her tight against his broad muscled chest to keep her from fighting her way out of his grasp.

Carrying her down the hall towards the sound of flowing water he entered the bathroom with her. Angi wasn't in there but the tub was filling with lightly steaming water. The slightly foggy water in the tub gave off a soothing aroma of a mix of flowers and menthol, along with the smell of salt.

Easing Mixie into the warmth of the water Vince knelt down beside the tub and eased his arms from under her. Before drawing them out of the tub though he hooked his fingers under her panties and with a quick tug cut through the fabric. Pulling them out from the tub he tossed them into the trash. "Relax and don't get out of the tub." He said standing and walking out of the room.

A minute later he came back in wearing a pair of to tight shorts and carrying a towel and fresh washcloth, and a cup. Taking his spot back at the side of the tub he eased the cup into the water and poured it over her head slowly. "What's your name?" He asked already knowing it from the others yelling it, but he wanted her to give it to him. "And how long were you in that hell hole for?" His voice was deep, and had taken on a calming steady tone.

He poured more of the scented water over her head before grabbing a bottle of shampoo and squeezing some into his hand. Working it into a light lather between his large palms he began to work it into her long tresses, careful not to tangle her hair anymore than it already was. "You saw some pretty horrible things, I would like to apologize for that. I lost my head in my anger after they took Angi, she is my little sister, and my only surviving blood relative." As he spoke his strong fingers gently massaged her scalp. "My thoughtlessness cost me the lives of several of my pack, who are my family, it was foolish of me."

Curling a finger under her chin he tilted Mixie's head back and started to rinse the shampoo from her hair. "In that foolishness I most likely caused a war by taking you." He sat the cup aside and grabbed the wash cloth and a bar of homemade soap that smelled of jasmine and honey. Working the soap in the rag he gathered Mixie's long hair and put it over her shoulder and started to wash her back with the tender care of a lover. "There is something about you Mixie, a scent that is like us, but not. It's hard to explain but it has me and my inner beast curious as to what you are." His hands moved from her back to her shoulders and down her arms. "I mean, you had the attention of two demons and they were not ripping you to pieces or trying to rend you soul from your body. They were interested in you, so were those other wolves, and in the excitement and confusion of the moment I just grabbed you and went."

His hands, and the soapy rag moved under the water to her stomach. He gently washed his way up to her chest and without a moment of hesitation or a hint of sexuality he ran the cloth under her breasts, then over and in between them. His eyes never once leaving her face, his look one of deep curiosity and searching. "Just who are you Mixie?" He asked as he brought the rag up to wash her neck.

 

[Lagertha]

"I don't have my hands up because I think you want to hurt me!" Mixie protested not wishing to look at his naked form. Still, she had no idea where she was, who he was, or any of the other people around here. The place smelled of natural oils, herbs, sage.

"Werewolf?" Mixie wanted to laugh, but she worried the action might cause her to vomit again. Mixie's eyes met his, but she wasn't pleased about any of this. When he told her that she wasn't in the hospital, she wasn't sure what to think, on top of the fact that the woman who proclaimed herself to be her grandmother wasn't here either. "I am seriously fucking crazy if you are speaking about werewolves.." Mixie shook her head.

It was Angi's voice that made Mixie tense further. That was the girl she remembered calling that creature her brother, the same girl that had taken her against her will. "Fuck you." Mixie glared at Angi before glaring at Vince., her nostrils flaring a bit. "I don't want to be here." Mixie said matter of factually. As terrible as the hospital had been, at least it had been safe until last night.

Mixie followed the words Vince seemed to bark at the people around him. She flinched away when Vince extended his hand to touch her sweating face, before smacking it away. "Great..add it to the list I'm so happy about right now." Mixie said sarcastically.

The claw sent her off, her back pressing against the couch as her eyes got large. Then he tore her dress off, quickly, Mixie covered her breasts with her arms. The flesh of her cheeks turned red, but Mixie's expression was of pure rage. She kicked him, annoyed with him. "You have no right to undress me!"

That was only the beginning of it. Vinced picking her up with her arms wrapped around her chest as she squirmed in his hold. She kicked, protesting to him carrying her as she tried to wiggle free, but it did not happen. No doubt he had done this before, since he knew how to hold her perfectly without her breaking free. "Fuck you!" Mixie protested to him telling her to settle down.

The water hit her, warm, aromatic, and drenched her panties instantly as he sat her down. Though he easily too got rid of those as he hooked his fingers into her panties and tore them off. Mixie gasped before twisting her legs together to close them. Her face was completely red, and she didn't like him being in here treating her like a child.

Mixie sunk into the water when he left, trying to calm herself down. Her chin was submerged as she looked up at the ceiling shaking. She could tell he was right, she was burning up and the water was only making her skin hotter, still she tried to breath deeply and relax. He had not tried to hurt her yet, but that was for now, and she was not entirely sure if he was joking with her mentality about werewolves, demons, all that stuff. Mixie laughed slightly at the idea. She was really mad. He had killed those demons, and those people looking for her..were they like him too? Mixie sunk down more in the water when he came back, her hair dancing on the surface as she glared up at him. Mixie watched him carefully as he got back down next to the tub and started to wash her hair like she was an infant. Mixie had never had someone wash her hair unless it had been her parents as a child.

"I can wash myself you know. I'm sick, not helpless." Mixie huffed, but in a way she knew he might worry she would get away. Her eyes never looked at him, instead they remained furrowed and looked forward when he asked her name. Angi had called her by her name, and if he really was that giant wolf a few hours ago, then no doubt he'd know her name as well. "Does it really matter what the hell my name is or how long I was in there?" Mixie was getting more annoyed by the minute, she just wanted to lay down, go back to sleep a bit. She sunk further down, every muscle tensing as he continued to wash her more and more.

She seemed fine, keeping her arms over her chest and her legs closed so he could barely see the red pubic hair on her private. Mixie didn't seem to care much about him washing her hair with shampoo, that part seemed fine. It was when he started rubbing his back while talking that Mixie's nostrils started to flare.

"Those other wolves? You mean the woman who said I was her grandbaby and the other who claimed I was her niece?" Mixie glared at him a bit before looking away. "I don't care that you started a war! I didn't ask for you to, or for your stupid sister to help you kidnap me."

When he washed her stomach, Mixie's muscles tensed so hard she thought she might tear one. Mixie glared at him, but she really freaked out when he rubbed under her large breasts before pulling the washcloth over them. Mixie twisted in the bathtub, showing him her back as she swatted his hand away and the washcloth. "Get out!" Mixie cried. In this position, her bare back was completely visible yes, there was a scaring of sorts on her back, though it was not entirely a scar. In all actuality it was a birthmark, black, in the shape of a serpent under her right shoulder blade. The serpent was uncurling, it's face turned upwards pointing to Mixie's neck, while the tail was a circle. "I said get out!" Mixie protested again.​

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They had been searching for the last couple of hours when Yasmine had caught up. All seven of them had found themselves at the river, Garai having reverted back to human form as he looked around. As Yasmine had approached the group, she could feel how hostile Garai had become, and the other five stayed away from Garai as he growled.

"Yasmine.." Garai's nostrils flared, his teeth barred, his blue eyes glowing at the red furred she-wolf that walked up confidently to him. Yasmine looked up at him, growling in her wolf form as Garai looked at her. He twisted, back to the river as he sneered. "Her scent was here, but we lost it. I think they went through the River to try to deter us from finding her." Yasmine looked at the river, no doubt that would be their best course of action. Slowly, she stood on her hind legs in wolf form before allowing the bones to snap and reform to get back to her human side. Now, as a human she glared forward, sniffing the air.

"Haji." Yasmine looked to her left where the other four were. A wolf scampered up, larger than the rest, but he bowed his head to her. His fur was a dusty color, old. "You lost her scent here and you stopped and waited for me? Go up ahead, take a wolf with you, the rest of you fan out as you get over the river to see which way they went." Yasmine sniffed the air again, her eyes narrowing. "There is smoke up ahead, there must be people in the direction forward. Garai and I will head there, contact us if you find anything." Yasmine moved, watching Haji bow his head before twisting and bounding away, a smaller wolf following him. The other three fanned out, moving across the river as well, though all of them ducked down into the water as they swam. Garai grabbed Yasmine as she moved to start shifting again, and she jerked away glaring at him.

"Yasmine." Garai growled, she growled back.

"Don't touch me like you own me Garai. You may have been my brother's lover, but you are not, nor will you ever be leader of this pack!" Yasmine hissed. Garai's face twitched.

"That child is as much my child as it is Kasto's!" Garai growled. "I care little about being leader of the pack, you can have it. Listen close Yasmine." Garai stepped forward looking down at Yasmine who glared up at him. "I care little that you are pack master right now, but I can tell you this. If they so much laid a hand on her, my daughter, then I will kill every last one of them."

"She isn't your child Garai." Yasmine growled back. "You may have loved Kasto but she isn't your blood!" Yasmine sneered at him, Garai growled. "Growl all you want Garai! She's my niece! You have no idea what our blood is capable of.." Yasmine moved, to go through the water in her human forward, her back turned to Garai.

"You think I don't know what Kasto could do? Just because she isn't my blood does not mean she is any less my child! You know fully well Kasto wanted her, and I wanted her as well when I found out about her!" Garai shouted after Yasmine, who was halfway across the river. "If she is anything like Kasto, then you won't be pack Master for much longer Yasmine." Yasmine heard his words, but she didn't say anything in return, she had just wanted Mixie, but Garai seemed to know something the other wolves did not know, not even Mama. Garai moved into the water, to catch up to Yasmine as she dipped down to get across. The other wolves were already out of ear shot as Garai watched her with a hunter's gaze. "I'm watching you Yasmine...keep me as close as you like, but I will always be watching you. Your mother may think we are friends, but you and I both know better."​

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"I don't know what you want me to say? I don't know who you think I am, and I don't know why you want me so badly, but I can tell you that you already know as much about me as I know." Mixie proclaimed, her back still to him in a protective state, she wondered how long he would insist on being in the bathroom with her trying to bath her. "I don't know anything...I'm just really tired, scared, and I don't feel well." Mixie admitted hesitantly." And I sure as hell don't want to see you walking around naked."

She could feel it was still nighttime outside, so Mixie had not been asleep for that long. That and she could tell there was something odd about the way Vince was looking at her. It made her uncomfortable, and she did not like it. For years of being in a mental hospital with only females around her besides the doctors or some of the male nurses, this was just too weird.​

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Yasmine and Garai had been the ones to find where they had taken her. Though they had kept their distance in wolf form as the others of the pack caught up to them. Garai kept his distance between him and Yasmine, and neither looked at each other as they looked at the small home in the distance.

Navajo reservation. Haji stated in his mind as he looked with the rest of them. Yasmine growled, knowing fully well that they could not get onto the reservation without alerting someone. Haji looked at Yasmine, no doubt she had heard his thoughts as the entire pack was connected by a mind link. Though, the link was much stronger in their wolf forms. Do you think they have other packs on the reservation? No doubt there is a ton of land, but I'm pretty sure they are in that house.. Haji started, he was a talker, and Yasmine loathed having any sort of mind connection with the male.

Do you ever stop thinking for a damn second Haji? Yasmine growled and Garai's head turned to Yasmine's direction. Garai knew her look all too well, and he looked at Yasmine in the same manner. A hunting gaze loomed over her, and her eyes never left from the house. Garai only looked at her for a moment before looking at the house again. Haji whimpered, bowing his head to Yasmine.

Sorry..I just thought you should know.. Haji proclaimed.

Haji was just trying to help pack master.. A female's voice called over the connection. A white brown wolf stepped forward, smaller than Yasmine but slightly larger then Haji. The wolf stepped closer to Yasmine's red fur, pressing her nose against Yasmine's shoulder as it closed it's black eyes. Yasmine's golden hues turned to the small female wolf, growling and snapping her jaw. The wolf whimpered, bowing it's head as it moved backwards a bit.

Don't tell me what I already know Nero. Yasmine snapped. I am the pack master, and if I need information I will ask for it! Yasmine looked forward, Garai growled and snapped his teeth at Yasmine.

You should learn to treat your pack with respect Yasmine, especially your lover. Garai growled, Yasmine's eyes looked at him, she got on all fours. Slowly she moved closer to Garai, growling and showing teeth. Luckily, they were in enough coverage behind rocks that no one could see them. Garai too moved from his sitting position to growl back at her.

I determine how I treat my pack, not you Garai, not anyone! My lover should learn better than to talk down to me! Yasmine snapped, Garai growled.

Enough! All of you! The voice was mature, and the connection rattled. Yasmine's head snapped left and right, annoyed. You think I enjoy listening to all of you bicker miles away while we clean up the mess that other pack left? It was Mama's thoughts putting everyone in place. No doubt she was in wolf form, the images popping in their head of what Reda and her were doing. They had dragged all the bodies from the hospital, some of the other wolves having joined them and eating the reaming bodies. Others of them were inside cleaning, scrubbing down, a witch inside was helping them, erasing everyone's mind who had witnessed anything. Still there were other plans in Mama's head on how to clean up the mess, cover it up, and they were working on putting the bodies of some wild bears inside. Garai is right Yasmine. Kasto would never treat his lover or pack like this, and you know it. You know fully well the pack should have gone to Reda, but out of respect for you hunting down Kasto's killer, Reda stepped down. Be sure to get her back Yasmine, unharmed. OR it's your brother and I you'll be answering to. Mama's voice was threatening, and Yasmine moved to sit down again watching the house. Her eye twitched, annoyed. Yasmine was Pack Master, she should have full control, but it did not seem there was much enjoyment in her leadership, and if something went wrong there looked to be three people to usurp her.

I'll do my best Mama. I promise we'll get her back, but I can't promise they won't harm her. Garai looked at Yasmine, growling as he sat down. The connection thinned, the rest of the pack blending out as Garai made the connection link just between the two of them.

Your mother is worried about me being the one to get out of hand, but I know what you are planning Yasmine. Yasmine looked in Garai's direction, his eyes narrowing at her. Yeah. Don't pretend like I'll sit back and watch you get your way, then let you cover it up with making it look like they did it. Don't forget little bitch, Mixie is my daughter. Yasmine's eyes glared at him, they all knew she was in the house. Mixie's scent had picked up in their noses, and they could hear a little commotion in the house, but nothing that would give it away what they were doing inside. The pack needed to play it carefully, but Yasmine and Garai seemed to have other things to worry about with each other.

Once again Garai.. The connection was still between the two of them, none of the other pack could hear them. She isn't your biological daughter, you have no claim to her, I do. I am Pack Master..call me bitch all you want fag, but I will do what is best for my pack and myself! Yasmine cut the connection then. She was waiting, looking for a chance of opportunity, but she knew the best action to take. She needed to wait until everyone in the house was asleep, before striking. It was doubtful they could be smelled, having covered themselves in mud before getting closer to the house, and now..now they waited.​

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

Vince was patient with her when she refused to give him her name, or tell him how long she was in the hospital. He allowed her to cuss him and struggle against him. But it was when she struck him that his temper flared. With her back to him he laced his fingers of his right hand into her wet hair and tightened them into a fist gripping her hair firmly and pulling her head back so far that her back was forced against the wall of the tub, causing her to ache over it, shoving her bare breasts skyward.

His normally dark eyes glowed with the color of burning coals, and his lips were drawn back in a snarl, his teeth all ending in gleaming white points. "I will tolerate you acting like a petulant child but you will not strike me bitch!" He growled at her. Keeping her arched over the tub wall he finally let his eyes leave her face to roam over her body. A low rumbling growl emanated from deep in his chest, but it was much different from the angry sound he made earlier, it was primal and almost lusty.

Lowering his face to her outstretched neck stopping with less than half an inch between their skin he breathed in her sent. The mix of fear, anger, confusion, along with her natural scent was slightly intoxicating to him. He could hear her pulse hammering below her skin the sound setting off a primal urge deep in his mind. Acting on animal instinct more than human thought Vince snaked his tongue, much longer and thicker than any humans, from between his lips and ran the tip from her shoulder, slowly up the side of her next along the main vein feeling her pulse against his hot tongue up to her ear. When he removed his tongue from her skin he took in a hissing breath through his clenched teeth and let it out with a slight shudder.

His left hand moved into the water and claw tipped fingers brushed lightly against the edge of the patch of soft red hair between her legs. Agonizingly slow, he drew his claws up her arched body with enough pressure to leave a trail of five thin red lines that didn't break the skin up her stomach to her chest were he spread his fingers, two on each breast and his thumb sliding between the valley of her breast to her neck where he wrapped his fingers, each feeling like a steel cable, around her delicate throat. The points of his claws biting lightly into the soft flesh of her neck, drawing pinpricks of blood from her.

Lowering his face back to her skin he drew his sharp teeth lightly over the smooth flesh of her shoulder before sinking his teeth into her trapezius. Her warm blood flowed over his teeth and into his mouth, causing him to growl deeply, the action causing a vibration to course through his teeth and into Mixie's shoulder. Removing his teeth from her flesh but keeping his lips wrapped around the wound his tongue lapped up her sweet blood. His saliva served a dual purpose, first it introduced his werewolf virus into her system, and secondly it caused a rapid healing of the wounds he inflicted on her.

With her head still pulled backed so she could only stare at the ceiling Vince lifted his face from her shoulder and looked down into her golden eyes. "You will be MINE." He said growling out the last word just before he crushed his lips against hers, forcing his still long, wolfen tongue into her mouth, the slightly metallic taste of her own blood still on his tongue as he dominated her tongue with his in a deep, fierce kiss. As he kissed her he pushed his will against hers, similar to how he would use a sending for his pack, but different at the same time. He imprinted his will against her psyche, creating a spiritual sign of sorts that let anything supernatural know that he had claim to her.

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Sani walked to the bathroom with a cup of tea just in time to see Vince jerk Mixie's head back. Closing his eyes and shaking his head he turned without a sound and walked back down the hall. "Angi, help me out in the kitchen." He said as he passed the girl who was making her way towards the bathroom. "Ok, I'm just going to check on Vince and Mixie." She said. "I just did, they are currently discussing something important. It will be best to leave them be for the moment." Angi cocked a dark eyebrow at the old man and shrugged. "Fine." She joined Sani in the kitchen helping him prepare a meal for them all. Telling Sani the story of her stay at the hospital and rescue as they prepped and cooked.

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High above the ground an large owl circled in the air, it's large shining eyes seeing everything below easily in the darkness. It spotted the pack of wolves that were gathered just outside of the borders of the reservation, looking towards the houses. They were larger than any wolves found in this area, and the owl knew instantly what they were. With a silent flapping of it's large wings it made it's way to Sani's house. Landing on the railing of the porch the large bird stretched out its wings and rotated it's head a full 270˚ to the right, then back around to the left before recentering it's face. A taloned foot drew up to it's chest and gripped at its feather and pulled. A sickening squelching sound followed by a wet sort of pop came from the bird and suddenly a dark skinned man with heavy dark circles under his eyes was standing on the porch holding a feathered owl pelt. His face looked like it was carved from rich dark wood, full of deep wrinkles and sharp lines.

Knocking on the door he waited for a moment before the door was opened by Sani. Sani looked at the man with a hard frown on his face. The man quickly began talking to Sani in Navajo, telling him of the pack of werewolves just outside of the reservation. Cursing Sani gave them man instructions to go out and wake the pack leaders and have them gather their packs, as well as the other witches and skin-walkers and be ready for an attack. The man nodded and threw the owl pelt back over his body, with the same squelching and wet pop he was back as a great owl, flying off into the night to deliver Sani's message to the others.

 

[Lagertha]

Mixie had curled up in a ball, her legs picked up to her chest, she pressed against the side of the tub with her head down. She thought perhaps he'd get annoyed or tired with her and leave her to herself. Then maybe she could get out of here, or try to figure out a plan to break free if she could manage in her condition.

A loud yelp let her lips as he grasped her hair and tugged. The way he pulled her over the tub was unnatural, and Mixie squirmed in his hold. Her hands clawed at his, her head rocking lightly as her legs kicked up below in the water. This left her large breasts unguarded as she struggled. Milky white with little pink perky nipples. Some of Mixie's hair hung off the edge of the tub and her nostrils flared, her body jerking every now and then in his hold whenever he moved slightly.

"Fuck you!" Mixie's eyes narrowed, her brows furrowed, her eyes watered. "Fuck you! I'll hit you all I want! I don't want you touching me!" She didn't care that he was barring fangs at her, or trying to assert his dominance over her, Mixie was not having it. It was only when that growl came, a weird one that caused her muscles to tense at the sound that her body started to panic.

That growl showed her exactly what she had been assuming; there was something wrong with the way he was looking at her and now it was more apparent then ever. It was the look someone might have given at their first sight of good food after a year of starving on scrapes. A hungry animal to a bone.

A yelp formed on her lips again, Mixie jerked in his hold as he lowered his face to take a giant whiff in of her. The action caused her heart to catch in her throat, her stomach to drop. Her body knew something Mixie did not want to know, but she was soon to find out. Mixie's shoulder jerked up as he licked her, shivering in a bit of disgust. She had never had a pet, never been around a animal really in her whole life. None of her parents friends had ever had pets, and her parents made sure she was never near them. So this act of licking her, repulsed, and excited her.

"Gross..." Was the word that pulled out of her mouth. Water kicked up, knocking out the side of the tub as he ran his under the water as the tips of his claws grazed against her skin. Mixie cried in a bit of protest, though he didn't pierce skin the feeling still was unpleasant. The closer he got to her heart, the faster it seemed to thrum. So loud was her heart that it echoed in her ears, drowning out any thought in her head,her eyes staring at the ceiling in shock.

"Fuck!" Mixie cursed when the claws wrapped around her throat drawing some blood. She had never been one for physical pain, mental pain was exhausting enough, and this pain brought tears to her eyes. If only she knew what was next. IT was hard to breath too, his hand made the thrumming of her heart more apparent. She could feel every pulse, every twitch of her heart through her neck, through his palm. Then..it happened.

Mixie screamed, her shoulder jerking pointlessly in his grasp as his teeth kept her there. She tried to squirm down in the tub, but he was already keeping her in this awkward pose with his hand and now his teeth. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she clenched her teeth, the water droplets falling onto the ground. Her hands, without her knowing, had jerked backwardly clawing at him and smacking him before giving up.

This moment felt like ages, but it only lasted a few quick seconds. His teeth pulling out, the feeling of just his lips wrapped around her flesh before he licked the wounds. Her fingers dug into his skin, one on his hand another on his arm. Mixie was breathing heavily, tired and uneasy she could feel that the wound had closed, the dual throbbing pain still a ghost in her mind. Then, his face was above her, and she looked at him in frightened horror as his lips moved to form words she didn't like hearing, ones that made her whole shudder.

"Fuck you." Mixie protested once again, only to find his lips crashing against her own forcefully and his tongue filling up her mouth. She kicked out more bath water, a large puddle formed on the floor, some had shot onto the wall and curtains. Most girls dream about how romantic their first kiss will be like and what the boy that will claim it might look like. Mixie had never thought about such things, she had given up on that dreamy outlook on life. The girl had accepted that her entire life would be spent inside the walls of a hospital, never seeing humanity again. This must have been a rude awakening; kissing a boy she barely knew, and him claiming her as his. She could also feel it; that break in her mind, that hurt in her heart like something was forcing itself in, and Mixie thrashed in the tub to this.​

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It had been at least an hour, from what he could tell, and the rest of the pack had become restless. Yasmine had gone to take a nap, while some of the others had gone with Nero back to the River to relax and bath. Garai knew it was still nighttime, but everyone else had agreed with Yasmine's order; they would wait until the house had settled.

Alone Garai stood in his human form, watching the owl overhead with cautious eyes. Yasmine was dumb and brash, and Garai knew all too well what his intentions were with getting Mixie. She wanted to slaughter everything in sight, such was her way. Garai could remember when Kasto had first introduced her to him. Kasto had been adamant about warning Garai about his younger sister Yasmine.

"Don't trust anything she says Garai.." Kasto had warned the young laid after admitting he'd love to imprint him. Garai had been thrilled with the idea, having been a lone wolf his entire time, and he loved Kasto more than life. Kasto had made so many promises to Garai, and now that Kasto had wished to imprint him, it meant everything was coming true. Garai would be joining the pack, and he would finally have the family he had lacked in the wilderness. Yet still, Kasto frightened voice picked in his ear.

"She's your sister Kasto, she'll be my sister too. Why should I not trust our sister?" Garai had been so young and foolish, and Kasto had been so gentle. Over the years of being with Kasto, Garai had learned what best suited his partner, what Kasto needed most, and this instance became one that showed him the warrior Kasto needed. "She's your blood, no? Why say such hateful things of family?"

"My sister isn't like you, or any of the rest of us.." Kasto had warned. They had been sitting in Kasto's apartment, over looking Egypt in all it's glory during the night.

"You aren't like anyone else Kasto. Don't pair yourself with the likes of me. I doubt your sister could be more special than you." Garai had wanted to change Kasto's solemn features, to make his lover smile. Instead, Kasto only stared at him in an empty manner. Garai had gone cold. Kasto had never shown this empty frightened side of him before, but he knew being an imprinted mate meant he would see all of the bad sides of Kasto now, and he needed to be stronger.

"I'll tell you something Garai, and don't ever forget this. None of our family discusses this, but I'm the only one who knows the truth besides Yasmine." Garai had nodded, silent. Kasto had smiled then, sighing of relief that Garai looked as frightened as Kasto felt. "I know you know I can see things, things no one else can see or hear. I've had this gift, this curse ever sense I was young. I'm thankful to grow up under my parents who nurtured me and treated me well, and to have Reda as a younger brother. We've all been through so much.." Kasto was teary, but he dismissed Garai's advances to console him. "Some werewolves have litters you know, like normal wolves. Now a days no one thinks twice about a woman having three or four children at once, but back in the day we would live outside villages to avoid curious onlookers..."

"I already know you were one of three Kasto, and you were born three minutes before the others." Garai announced, but the angry look at Kasto made him feel sick. He could remember sinking into the white couch. "You are hiding something.." Garai was just getting used to that, being able to feel some of Kasto's emotions mixed with his own.

"I lied." Kasto had started, looking down as the tears had started to flow. "I wasn't one of three, and I wasn't the oldest born...I was the oldest of the second litter."

"Your mother never said she had other children..will I meet then too?" Garai was trying to be hopeful, but the thick feeling in his stomach told him it was all in vain.

"I told you no one talks about it. I'm the only one that remembers...besides Yasmine. There were six of us in my litter, but my mother had given birth to children before us...seven to be exact.. It's to be expected that some wolves won't live past the first couple of years in large litters." Kasto said matter of factually. "There was so many of us, I'm surprised my mother could take care of us all." He smiled at that. "I'll cut to the chase, since I don't think I can tell you everything..When I was seven, Reda and I were really close, but I had seen these weird creatures collecting around our house the last couple of months. Some of us can see the werewolves most of us actually. However..these demons were ones I could only see. Death spirits Mama used to call them. Waiting for the dead to collect them. I remember counting all the spirits I had seen, how impatient they looked that day when we had returned from hunting with our uncle. One..two..three.." Kasto counted on his fingers and Garai had watched, looking as the numbers went up. It was when he showed all ten fingers that Garai shut his jaw. "Ten..ten death spirits. My family had thirteen children, and there were ten spirits at my house. I thought I was mad. I was just a boy, but I knew something didn't feel right when we got closer to the house. People of the pack were flocking to the house and I thought I heard an animal dying...it wasn't an animal I heard. I know now it was my mother shrieking at the top of her lungs in pain...I didn't want to go inside, the screaming terrified me and the spirits made me uneasy. My father told me it was alright, he told Reda to stay with me. I told Reda I was fine, to help Da...So Reda went inside, only to run out a few seconds latter shaking..." Kasto paused for a moment, rubbing the tears from his eyes as he reminisced.

"I finally went inside after our father didn't come out. Reda was cradling himself with large eyes, speaking prayers to whoever was listening." Kasto began after a few minutes of pause. "I've never seen anything so terrible...Bodies, bodies were everywhere, blood was caked over everything. It looked like a bloody massacre and it was..my mother was rocking one of the mangled bodies in her hands, her first born that was only fifteen...my father was standing there in the mess unable to pull himself together as the older pack members tried to help pull the pieces of my siblings from the wreck..and there she was..standing there looking mad with a smile on her pretty face, a giggle coming from her lips as she looked at me, blood all over her from head to toe..." Kasto cried, he could remember the horror that had been burned into his mind. "My sister isn't a good person Garai..Our grandmother was scared of her the moment she was born and now I know why..she killed ten of our siblings. Ate them as a wild beast might before she had even become old enough to turn." Garai had been silent. This was a moment he had hated their connection, he could feel everything, smell every smell Kasto had remembered, see every sight Kasto was bringing up.

"Why didn't your mother kill her?" Garai had growled, out raged. Most might have thought Kasto was mad bringing such a thing up, but Garai knew it had been the truth. Kasto had never lied to anyone, he had always been the image of purity. It was why Garai had fallen in love with him, and why Garai had wanted to get stronger to protect him. "If your parents knew she was a wild beast at birth, why didn't they kill her?" Garai remembered standing, angry with fists, yelling at his lover as the man had cried.

"I don't know Garai..I don't think my mother could bare to admit Yasmine wasn't right. I don't think she could lose anymore of us...My parents took all of us to a witch up the road after we had buried the bodies. She made the witch perform a ceremony to forget it ever happened, and to make sure Yasmine's wild beast remained doormat." Kasto looked into the distance sniffling.

"Then why the hell can you remember and not them?" Garai growled. "Why on God's earth did your mother cover it up? She should have put your sister out of her misery!"

"It worked on everyone else..but I've always been different. The witch knew as soon as I stepped in that it wouldn't work on me. She told me before the ceremony. 'It's your gift to remember.'" Kasto quoted.

"Remember? That sounds like a fucking curse to me Kasto!" Garai yelled.

"I thought so too. I thought so much that it was a curse year after year when Yasmine started acting normal. When my family acted like nothing had changed and we moved to a new territory to forget...but Yasmine never changed Garai. She may do good at making everyone else believe she's better, that part of her doesn't exist but I know what she's done." Kasto sniffled.


Garai came back to reality as he sighed, the owl flying away. No doubt it was a shifter, another were watching them to tell them they were here. Garai wished he didn't know why he was remembering that conversation, but he knew all too well why the thoughts were boiling in his head. His jaw tightened at the thought, the distraught manner Kasto had been. Garai closed his eyes before looking around behind him. His shoulders relaxed when he realized none of the pack was around him at the moment.

"I know Kasto..this is your way of telling me beyond the grave I need to warn them...I need to warn her." Garai hated the idea of telling the other weres what Yasmine might be planning. He wanted nothing more then to take Mixie home, to tell her everything and help her through anything that came if she turned up like Kasto. Still, Garai had no choice as he smashed his hand into the rock.

"They are fucking setting up a trap and I'm walking right into it for you!" Garai pointed to the sky, sneering. "I really hate you right now Kasto, you prick!"

Garai jumped then, shifting in mid jump as he started running with an empty mind. He leapt over the fence easily, going onto the reservation as he kept his link closed. All the while cursing in his head as he neared closer to the dusty house where Mixie's faint scent was coming from. I'm so fucking dead..I'm so going to die...god fucking fuck fuck you Kasto!​

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

Vince could feel her struggling somewhere in the back of his mind, but the beast was more in control than the man by this point. Breaking the kiss he looked down in to her Golden eyes with his orange-red ones his breathing slightly heavier than normal. Letting go of her neck he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose and let it out in a long sigh from his mouth. "You are one of mine now." He said in a soft tone. "In two nights you will experience your first change, I will be there to help guide you through it. Over the next few hours you will feel changes in your body as the virus does its work on you. Your senses will increase dramatically. You will also feel the pack link in a few minutes, it's kind of hard to explain how it feels, it is a mental connection to all those in the pack. You will also feel my dominance over the pack, and you as the Alpha." Releasing her hair and standing he reached into the tub and scooped her out of it, holding her wet, naked body against his bare chest.

Looking down at her he frowned. "You're still running a fever and the change will only make it worse before the virus kills off any sickness inside you." Turning to leave the bathroom he grabbed the towel as he left. Walking out into the hall he carried Mixie away from the living room and deeper into the house. Nudging open a door with his hip he carried Mixie into a spare room and with a little effort laid the towel out and sat her on it. "You're going to feel weak for a while, I advise not trying to walk, you will probably fall. Dry yourself, I'll be back." He said reaching out to her cheek and brushing away a strand of red hair from her pale skin.

Going into Sani's room he grabbed a thick flannel button down shirt and carried it with him to the kitchen. Sani wasn't in the kitchen but Angi was. "The tea is ready for her. What was all that noise about?" She asked cocking an eyebrow at him. "She isn't happy with me at the moment. Everything is alright though. Is the stew ready?" He asked. "Yeah, let me get her a bowl." Angi ladled a healthy portion of the fresh venison stew into a bowl and put a spoon in with it. "Thanks sis." Vince said tossing the shirt over his shoulder and grabbing the mug and bowl, leaving Angi to return to Mixie.

The moment before he entered the room he felt Mixie before he saw her. The link had connected them. It wouldn't be long before the others started to feel her connected to them as well. Walking in he looked at the pretty girl on the bed and crossed to the bedside table. "Drink this, and eat. You will feel better. By now you should start feeling some of your senses sharpening, smell will be the first, and one of the strongest. You are safe here. Nothing bad will happen to you. Get some rest Mixie." He said, sending a powerful wave of reassurance, and desire to protect her through the link. She would be able to tell he was completely sincere in his feelings.

Walking out of the room he made it into the living room when he was met with a solid crack to the side of his head. The sound of splintering wood filled the room as Vince stumbled to the side and went down to one knee, Angi standing over him holding the wooden handle of a cutting board. "What in the actual FUCK Vince!?" She asked in a growl. Vince shook his head and turned to glare at his sister his eyes burning coals again. His glare was met with a fist to the center of his face. Angi let out a hiss and shook her fist at the impact of the blow. "Seriously? Infecting her after kidnapping her? We could have let her go back to stop this pack from attacking us, now she is one of us and can't do that. More people will die you dog brained moron!" She growled.

Vince slowly rose to his feet a deep growl rumbling threateningly in his chest. He towered nearly a foot and a half over Angi, who just glared up at him. He nose crinkled and her eyes widened. "You didn't..." She said in a terse whisper. "For fucks sake Vince tell me you didn't." She lurched forward and went to kick him between the legs. Vince shot his arm out and his massive hand caught Angi's head. Lifting her from the ground to eye level he snarled at her. "STOP IT!" He yelled causing Angi to flinch. Dropping her to the floor he loomed over her. "You may be a born Alpha, but I am the Alpha of this pack Angi. You don't have to like my choices but you will respect me and you will not get away with hitting be just because you are mad. Now settle your ass down unless you want to challenge me for the right to run this pack?" He asked his voice taking on a dark, dangerous tone. Angi was glaring at him but once he offered her to challenge him she dropped her face to the floor and curled her legs under her body, taking a submissive posture. "I..I'm sorry Vince." She said timidly.

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Sani walked towards the border of the reservation. Sani opened his senses and breathed in the night air. He could sense trouble on the horizon. Glancing up to the sky he could see it beginning to lighten with the first hints of predawn. As he walked the scent of a wolf filled his nostrils. Turning he made his way to the oncoming wolf. It was alone, and that struck him as curious.

It didn't take long before he could see the wolf running towards him. "Stop there and change into you human form please." Sani called out his voice strong, and confident. "I will give you ten seconds before I treat you as a threat and end you." Sani readied himself to shift into his bear form, which was an impressive sight, fifteen feet tall, nearly a fifteen hundred pounds of muscle, claws and teeth.

"Tell me Mister Wolf, why are you here by your lonesome? You came without your pack for a reason, tell me, and we can hopefully come to an understanding that doesn't involve bloodshed, which is something I would greatly prefer."

 

[Lagertha]

Mixie was sure her neck would snap with the way it was bending. It wasn't only that, this entire thing felt awkward and the dull throbbing pain in her head was only increasing slightly with each passing second that they kissed. Truthfully, Mixie should have been happy Vince was attracted to her, that she was free and getting kissed for the first time. Instead, she was outraged, and tired.

"Fuck you! Why couldn't you just leave me!" Mixie was annoyed as she slid back into the tub. Her skin was crawling as she listened to him speak. Had he been planning this from the moment he had laid eyes on her? To steal her and claim her as his? Mixie did not know and really was sure she did not want to know as she spat into the bath water. The taste of his tongue lingered in her mouth, and she could not shake this weird feeling off of her. "I'd rather die then have you anywhere near me in two nights." Mixie finally proclaimed.

Mixie glared at him as he proclaimed himself her alpha, her pack leader. He had just told her what he was moments ago, a werewolf and that she smelled of them. Now, Mixie would be forced to change whether she wanted to or not, and Vince seemed to have a power over her that she could not force away. Still, she would try.

She grunted when he scoped her up, taking the time to smack him across the face as he lead her back into a bedroom and laid her down. Mixie was at least relaxed when he left, after smacking his hand away from brushing her face. She grumbled as she wrapped the towel around her naked form as she rubbed her temples.

Mixie had closed her eyes for only a second when she had felt him nearby. The feeling made her jump, she looked around the room, sniffing the air. The thick scent of tea lingered in the air, no doubt with herbs. Mixie could smell the vanilla and then there was the smell of meat. She covered her mouth as she stared at the door watching as it opened and he came inside. There was no doubt he was pleased with what he was bringing her and what he had done, she could feel it, and the feeling was only on the cusp of being overwhelming.

"Thanks.." Mixie wanted to be angry at him, smack him again, but the promise of food had her salivating. She took the bowl from him, eagerly digging in as he began to walk out. There it was, that feeling everything was going to be okay and Mixie looked at him glaring slightly. "I know you are doing something to calm me down and I don't like it." Mixie protested as he closed the door behind him and she continued to eat the soup.​

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Garai wasn't even sure if this would work. He was hoping that perhaps the owl would float up back into the sky to catch a glimpse of him, or that one of them might hear or smell him. He could tell that the others might wake soon, that Yasmine might find him not at his post and devil up a plan for him. He just needed to reach the house, to warn them, to make sure she was safe. Even if this came at the cost of his own life.

Then he saw him. That old man that had walked from the house in the distance, the one that smelled of bear and old smoke. Garai cared little if the man was there to harm him or listen, he'd cry out his warning with his last breath if he needed to. However the sight of Sani sent Garai running at a faster pace, before he shoved his paws into the ground to skid to a stop.

Garai heard Sani's words, bowing his head as he started to shift. He cracked his neck left and right as he grunted, and howled softly before he returned to his human form. Garai panted, knelled a few feet away from Sani before he looked up at the elder man.

"I came to warn you of what's coming." Garai raised his head, snapping his neck again with clutched teeth. This probably sounded like a threat, but it was not Garai's intentions. "Not for any of your sakes, but for the sake of the girl your pack master stole from us...I have a duty to her from my lost lover..." Garai said the last words roughly, looking away from the man as he shook his head.

"I know you don't care of my relation to her, but I will know things about her you won't. I want to help, and I have information that will help you protect her." Garai was sincere in his words. "Your leader has no idea what she is, what she is capable of. If she is anything like her father was..she'll never be safe."

"My pack master is lying to the entire pack, her mother and brother included. I'm the only one that knows what she's thinking, what she's planning." Garai had been on his knees this entire time. He did not move to stand, an act of respect in his own way as he looked up at Sani with his blue eyes. "She fears Mixie will be like her brother, my late lover Kasto..." Garai finally stood up, straightening himself as he looked down at Sani. "Yasmine wants Mixie dead, and I want to stop her. Kasto was my lover, my mate, which makes Mixie my daughter even if not by blood."​

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Mixie could feel that something was happening as she finished drinking the tea. She could hear commotion outside of the door in the house, and she could smell the anxiety lingering in the air. Her head was increasingly getting worse, and she found herself laying down.

Mixie had found the shirt, putting it on and getting below the covers as her tired state took hold of her. This whole night had been exhausting, and she knew the next two days would be just as bad. She needed to rest, and perhaps find some answers in her dreams.


Mixie wasn't entirely sure when she drifted off, but she knew when she was finally in a dream. There was nothing, just darkness, and whispers in her head. Slowly the words started forming in mid air, creating words and sentences. It was a mound of voices on top of one another, but the more she tried to make sense of it, the more the voices pulled away from one another defining themselves. The words floating, changed colors depending on the voice associated with them, and Mixie watched in confusion as they floated by.

"Overwhelming isn't it?" Mixie turned, expecting to see Kasto there as the voice spoke clearly. There was a man there, one with similar features with Kasto that Mixie mistook the male for him. However this male was not wearing the jewery Kasto had worn, and his eyes were more yellow than gold. He was also bald, and his chest exposed with a simple white skirt. He smiled at her as she stumbled backwards in the madness.

"Kasto?" Mixie questioned and the man laughed shaking his head. A beaded necklace was around his throat, all sorts of vibrant colors dancing in her sight.

"No. Kasto is kin. For you and I." He smiled, bowing before Mixie before raising himself.

"Then who are you and why are you in my dream? I was hoping to speak to Kasto again...maybe he'd know something on how to reverse this." Mixie mumbled twisting around to see more words filling up the blackness. The man moved around her, an arm behind him on his lower back as he moved and laughed. Mixie turned to see him, circling her and then she got a glimpse of his shoulder..there is was the same strange birthmark in the same strange place on his shoulder. "Why am I imagining you having my birthmark?" Mixie wondered confused.

"You ask a lot of questions, but never the right ones." He stopped, in front of her a few ten feet away. His arm still glued to his back as he looked at her.

"I think the questions I'm asking are good enough. This is my dream...at least I'm not being chased by wolves." Mixie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. She kicked a group of yellow words, a sentence, away into the darkness.

"My name is Ozier. That is a question you should have asked. You asked Kasto. So why did you not think to ask me?" Ozier narrowed his eyes, studying her as she turned to look at him. "I have answers that you need. Kasto does not know everything, he wished for me to come in his place."

"You know Kasto? If this is my imagination, then let me see him!" Mixie demanded. Ozier's eyes glowed, within a second he was inches from her face staring down at her. His teeth barred, his eyes twitching in anger as he growled. Mixie lowered herself, tensed and afraid.

"Do not make demands of me little girl. I do this as a curiosity for my kin. You are my kin. Do you understand?" Ozier glared down at her as Mixie sat on the ground nodding her head. "This is no dream little child!" Ozier was annoyed, pissed, and his muscles flexed as Mixie curled her legs up to defend herself.

"I-I'm sorry..I didn't mean to offend you.." Mixie said softly, at least Ozier hadn't tried to touch her like Kasto had. Ozier looked at her, a look of arrogance. "You asked me if this was overwhelming..right? What did you mean?" They were still in the darkness, but the voices had turned to nothing but wind blowing in the air. Still the words formed, still color coated to a different voice. Ozier's presence had stopped the words, silencing them, but they still formed in front of their eyes, just not to be heard.

"The turn. He infected you, since you are only half my kin. He wanted to help, to turn you into what you belong as." Ozier crouched down in front of her smiling.

"Your talking about Vince...when he bit me?" Mixie looked down, but Ozier nodded. "I didn't ask to be this! I didn't ask him to infect me! I don't want to be what he is, or any part of this! All I have ever wanted was a normal life! Without seeing demons, without dreaming I'm going to be running forever, without crazy people throwing me and others trying to claim me!"

"Ahahaha!" Ozier's head cracked back, a full belly laugh erupting as Mixie looked up at him mortified.

"Why are you laughing? You are fucking laughing just like Kasto did!" Mixie kicked at Ozier, but Ozier grasped her left ankle and pinned it to the ground instantly. His eyes locked with her, Mixie shook in fright at the feeling of his flesh touching hers. "How is that possible...it feels like.."

"I'm real?" Ozier raised a brow. "I told you this was no dream little child." Mixie jerked her ankle away and Ozier released her. "I am real. Kasto was real too. This is no dream."

"Then what the hell is this? Why the hell are you here?" Ozier put his finger to his lips as Mixie questioned. He made a soft shushing noise to calm her.

"Be still. Be quiet, and I'll explain. Agree?" Mixie nodded. "Good." Ozier patted her leg, but Ozier remained in his crouched position looking at her. "You were born half as my kin, half as human. Vince, is the same as I. We are all the same, yet..we are very different." Ozier pointed to the floating sentences with colors. "Those are the voices of your pack, the one that wolf has chosen you for. Had you been pure blood, you would know this, this would be calming. However..you are not full blooded...but now you will be." Ozier smiled at that and Mixie twitched. She could not imagine being like any of them. "None of us were meant for normal lives Mixie. Kasto and you were not. You will get used to the voices, hearing them in your dreams, seeing their thoughts, feeling his presence." Ozier stood walking around and Mixie walked him, her eyes following the birthmark.

"That mark.." Mixie pointed to his shoulder as Ozier put his hands on his hips, his back to her.

"The mark of the chosen few." Ozier said simply. "You are one."

"What if I don't want to be one? Can't you remove the curse from me?" Mixie's voice shook and Ozier rumbled a laugh that shook the sentences around.

"This is no curse Mixie. This is the greatest gift of all. Ultimate power." Mixie's brows furrowed. Ozier turned, moving closer to her before crouching down in front of her again as he smiled. "We'll speak more in good time. I'll tell you this child. As a stern warning, the closer it gets to your change, re-frame from biting anything."

"Why?" Ozier patted her knee laughing. Mixie was extremely confused.

"You'll know soon enough little child. Now..would you like running from wolves again?" Ozier grinned evilly.

"No!" As mixie protested, Ozier was gone. She jumped to her feet, a forest dark and foreboding surrounding her. "Fuck you Ozier! I thought you said I was your kin!" There they were then, the snapping angry wolves turning the corner. Mixie twisted, bolting in the opposite direction through the woods to get away from the hungry wolves after her. "Fuck!" She screamed.


She twisted in her sleep, anger, sweating, whimpering. At first the dream had been somewhat pleasant, but now she was panicking as always. She was hoping to get some sleep, but now the girl looked about like she normally did every night; panicking, a terrible nightmare taking over her.​

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

Vince smelt the wolf outside with Sani. Snapping his head to the door he growled and without a word to Angi who was still on the floor at his feet he stormed off and nearly took the front door of it's hinges when he threw it open. His muscles rippled under his dark sun kissed skin as he ran across the empty expanse to Sani. Arriving he snarled at Garai and and started to shift.

Sani shifted his weight and with the soft sound of dust being shifted underfoot he had moved effortlessly sliding himself to Vince's side. His arms were suddenly three times as large as they were before, clawed and covered in a thick brown fur. The massive paws they ended in both hammered into Vince's chest sending him straight to the ground even though he was head and shoulders taller, and had at least sixty pounds on the older man. With another fluid movement Sani was standing over Vince, a leg on either side of the younger, larger man's rib cage. A massive clawed fist slammed into the ground beside Vince's head causing him to flinch. "You will remain calm boy. Grown folk are talking right now, I do not have the time nor patience for your reckless behavior child. So either behave and listen or go back inside with your sister." He said dark eyes boring into Vince's like an auger.

Vince swallowed hard and nodded. He had forgotten just how strong Sani was, and how fast the man could shift. It was incredible the speed he could change and the degree's he could control the change, Sani was by far one of the most skilled shifters Vince had ever encountered. Stepping away from Vince, Sani turned back to Garai clenching his once again human fists, his knuckles cracking with the action. "Okay boy. Lets for the sake of argument I believe you, because I do. I can smell if you are lying to me, that your pack master is lying and plans on killing the girl, does she not realize that she will be sacrificing her pack to do so, herself included?" He asked. A myriad of scents came to them trio as the wind shifted slightly. It was a mix of several animals, humans and something else that smelt...wrong, unnatural.

A pack of seven abnormally large Coyotes came trotting towards them, their golden and amber eyes glowing in the dim light of predawn. As they drew closer the let out low threatening growls. Sani raised his hand and they ceased growling, but kept their long fangs bared. From slightly to the east of where the coyotes came pack of ten wolves came standing by Vince who had returned to his feet after Sani stepped away from him. A short stocky man, clearly of Mexican descent soon joined them a toothy, dangerous grin on his face. Two werebears followed behind. Three Navajo women wearing ragged cloth skirts that were little more than a piece of cloth tied in a knot at their hip and no top joined as well. Last to join the group were a group of ten, a mix of six slightly misshapen animals that smelled wrong, a fox, two wolves, a mountain lion, an overly large owl and an eagle, with four men that smelled just as wrong as the animals they accompanied. They smelt tainted with death, like corpses, ashes, blood and dark power. Each and everyone of them wore a talisman crafted from teeth, claws, feathers, and pieces of obsidian. The eldest of the wrong smelling men stepped up silently to Sani and held out a similar talisman on an overly large leather cord, something that wouldn't snap when Sani shifted. Sani accepted and put the necklace over his head and rested it against his chest.

Turning his attention back to Garai Sani looked him over and sighed heavily. "If you pack attacks, my tribe will protect our lands. If what you say is true, then let it be known to everyone here. This man is a friend to our people. He came to us against his Leaders orders and warned me of what may come. He isn't to be harmed unless he chooses to take action against us." Sani's words were loud and rang clear in the steadily brightening sky which was now the deepest shades of purple, with a thin line of dark red resting on the horizon. The gathering of people and weres all nodded in agreement.

Stepping to Garai, Sani extended his hand to the man. "The girl you wish to see and protect is safe with us. Join us and after this is all settled I will allow you see and speak with her. Or don't join us but stay out of the fight, either way I will hold to word you will be able to speak with her."

Vince bristled at the agreement, Sani was his chief and the decision was his to make, but Vince didn't have to like it. Just as he was about to open his mouth to offer protest he stopped. He felt a deep terror coursing though his imprint link with Mixie. His head jerked so fast to Sani's house his neck popped at the strain. "All of you are to follow Sani and do as he says." He said distractedly to his pack. "I'm needed elsewhere." He said walking away from the gathering without saying another word. Sani glanced at him for a moment understanding dawning on him faster than the rest. Vince had imprinted on the girl inside and she needed him for something, and that was now more important than anything else for Vince.

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Entering the house Vince looked past Angi who shot up to her feet from the couch. "What's gong on?" She asked but was ignored as Vince went straight down the hall to the guest room Mixie was in. Huffing and giving Vince the bird she plopped back down onto the couch and crossed her arms, returning her attention to the television. "Stupid dog brained moronic idiot." She swore under her breath.

Vince stepped into the room and walked to the bed. Standing over Mixie he reached down and stroked her hair. "Don't fret precious I'm here." He said pouring reassurance though the imprint and pack link. Lifting the blanket he slid into the bed beside her and pulled her much smaller body to his holding her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Lowering his face he pressed his lips to the top of her head, burying his face in her fiery locks. Her scent filled his head as he breathed in slowly, steadily pouring comfort, reassurance, a sense of protection and a budding love into her to fight away whatever nightmares that were tormenting her.

 

[Lagertha]

Every single fiber, every single hair, every ragged breath was on edge. Silently, Garai was panicking inside, unsure if this man might believe him. He looked older, wiser, smarter than the wolf that had taken Mixie from his pack.

Thankfully Sani could smell the truth coming out of his lips, and Garai watched in hesitation as Vince stepped forward. Then came the other packs, glaring at him. I better not die here Kasto...I'm not ready to join you. Garai tensed, as he watched them, most of them shift and look at him before Sani turned to him. It was then that Garai let out the breath he was holding, realizing that his display of power had been to put the young boy in his place.

"This pack has been my life since my late lover introduced me to it." Garai got teary. "I've tried to stay with them since his death, but I must part them. I owe it to my late lover to take over the position of protecting the daughter he had wanted forever." Garai straightened himself watching the others around. "I will renounce my pack. Not for any of you, because I don't know you." He raised his hands shrugging his shoulder. "I do it for the man I loved more than life itself. He'd want me to die to protect that girl, just like he did."

Garai's eyes were on Vince. He could smell her, what little scent he knew of her lingering on him. Still, he relaxed as the boy ventured inside to take care of something, his eyes going back to Sani. "I'll fight with you. I'll fight with you to protect that girl. The girl my lover wanted more than anything, the girl my lover wanted to know. So take me into your pack or don't, but I'll tell you what I know as long as I can see she's okay...I think I'll know more about her then she'll know about herself."

Garai moved, ready to go to the house as he looked behind him in this distance. "Can we go inside? I'm not here to fight with any of you. I do know if we stay out here much longer in the open she'll spot us and make plans. Worse than what she is already planning."​

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Mixie was whimpering in her sleep, eyes squished shut tightly. She could feel Vince approaching, but so wound in her dream, Mixie continued to twist on the bed. Her jaw was tensed, her teeth grinding as he spoke, her hands clenching her shirt and the sheets.

"I don't want to die again! Stop chasing me!" Mixie had been screaming for the last hour or so in her dreamworld. Still the wolves were hot on her heels, snapping jaws and growling as she continued to run. Jumping over branches and twigs, she knew she would eventually find a dead end and be eaten, but she so wished she wouldn't. "Please! Ozier! Make it stop!" Mixie twisted in her dream, kicking her legs on the bed as Vince cuddled up next to her. Tears ran down her face, frightened, alone in the dead of night with nothing but wolves on her heels. "Please!"

The reassurance Vince gave, did hit the bond he was choosing to make with Mixie. Her dream slowed down, her hand snapping to grip his arm as she continued to run. This time, she could look, she could think clearly as she looked behind her watching the wolves bounce as they ran with their green and red eyes. Then, as Mixie turned her head forward she saw the cave. Moments before it had been nothing but a rock, a long rock formation on the side of the mountain where she would stop. Every time she would bang on the smooth rock, wishing there was somewhere up only to be devoured. Now, there was a cave in it's place.

"Mixie!" The darkness parted in the cave, a hand pulling from it before the white sleeve of a suit was reveiled. Slowly, Kasto stepped out of the cave, bathing in the sunlight. Mixie reached out, gripping his hand.

"Kasto.." Mixie was surprised, why was him and Ozier visiting her in her dream? Why was this possible. Still, she was happy when Kasto gripped her hand and tugged her inside to the darkness. She fumbled, falling behind him, turning her head to watch the entrance of the cave collapse on itself. When Mixie turned her head again, she was in a lavish old living room. Red carpeting, black drapes, a fireplace. Everything was old, french, like the mid 1600s. "What is this place?" Mixie asked startled.

"A safe place. You should thank the boy when you wake up." Kasto straightened his jacket, extending a hand to Mixie to help her up. "He was the reason I could stop your nightmare."

"Ozier did that!" Mixie made fists as she got to her feet. Agitated. The man had given her more questions than answers, and had willingly thrown her to the wolves. "I'll kill him!"

"You can't..He's already dead." Kasto smiled softly, raising a glass of wine. Mixie looked at him, brows furrowed. "He was testing you and you failed.." Kasto looked down at the drink, swishing the wine in his crystal glass.

"Why couldn't he tell me that himself? Why did he have to speak so oddly to me? He told me not to bite anything in a few days. What the hell does that mean? How was I suppose to fucking pass his test?" Mixie was crossing the room, but Kasto extended a hand and forced Mixie to stay.

"Calm yourself Mixie. He can feel your agitation even while you are sleeping." Kasto shrugged his shoulder. "He imprinted on you." Kasto was almost smiling. "It's not ideal, but he'll keep you safe."

"I didn't want him to imprint on me, whatever the hell that means. OR to give me the virus!" Mixie grunted, annoyed.

"That's how it works sometimes for us wolves. We imprint on the ones we want more than anything, and they have the will to accept us or break it. Though, your soul has to be one hundred percent sure it wants to break the bond for it to happen." Kasto raised his glass, as if toasting to something. "Ozier tested me too when I was your age, I also failed every night. He doesn't do it to frighten you, to make you hate him. He does it to be sure you are ready."

"Ready for what? No one is telling me anything!" Mixie put her hands into her hair grunting. Kasto's face snapped, her skin went pale like he himself had seen a ghost.

"He's here." Kasto said softly.

"Who? Ozier?" Mixie turned around and saw nothing. "Where the hell are you Ozier! Show yourself!" Mixie demanded.

"No...not Ozier." Tears collected in Kasto's eyes, before trailing down his right cheek as he tried to reframe from bursting out into more tears. "Mixie.." Kasto took a shaky breath as Mixie turned to look at him. "..I need you to trust me. I need you to trust I want to help you, I want to protect you." Mixie wasn't sure how she could believe him. Though, so far Kasto had done nothing to harm her. "There's someone that's going to be meeting you soon. I know all of this is new, but he wants to help you. He wants to protect you like I do and...He can explain things Ozier and I are not allowed to."

"You aren't fucking talking about that fuck Vince are you?" Mixie groaned tilting her head back. "I don't want his imprint, so why isn't it reversing?" Kasto only smiled, laughing and shaking his head.

"Listen carefully Mixie. A man named Garai is coming for you. You can ask him any questions you want, he'll know more about you then you will..." Kasto hesitated, but he had moved closer to Mixie looking into her eyes. She was calm now, confused, a little pissed off, but calm. "..Your father gave his bound of you over to Garai fully. You are his daughter as much as you are to your birth father."

"What? Are you telling my dad was gay?" Mixie glared at Kasto, and Kasto laughed smiling and showing teeth as more tears flowed. "Yet he had sex with my mother.." Mixie rolled her eyes grunting.

"Just wake up Mixie..Garai can explain everything he knows." Kasto started to move away, to disappear into darkness. Mixie watched him. She could feel herself starting to wake.

"Why aren't you or Ozier allowed to tell me anything?.." Mixie asked, wondered as she started to open her eyes.

She woke in a haze, twisted in Vince's arms. Her nails had dug into his arm, drawing blood in her fright. Mixie looked down, seeing his arms and tensed as she tried to squirm to sit up. She looked at him, gulping before she tried to get out of the bed.

"Get off me." Mixie stated, pushing Vince's arms off her, she pushed the covers back. Legs on the ground, Mixie took a step or two before collapsing to the ground. She grunted, weak, as she crawled on the ground. "Where is he? There's someone here right? I can smell him." Mixie hated that she was saying that, but she could smell someone that didn't smell like everyone else. He even felt different, not just the feeling of Vince, but the feeling like she could trust him.

Mixie pulled herself on the door frame, not bothering to care what Vince was doing as she pressed her shoulder into the wall to walk. "Where is he?"​

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

Vince laid awake holding the girl in his arms as she flailed about, her fear and panic hammering against his psyche as she ran through her nightmare. A low, almost inaudible growl rose to his throat as her panic rose to new heights. His imprint on her compelled him to protect her, filling his core with the absolute desire to rescue from whatever nightmare was tormenting her.

When she grasped his arm hard enough to draw blood he tensed for a moment. He felt useless at the moment. He could always wake her to free her from the nightmare but she needed to rest. Feeling unpleasant about not being able to help Mixie he did the only thing he could do. Hold her in his arms and continue to fill their link with reassurance and the promise of protection.

When she woke Vince let go of her as she pushed away his arms. If he had wanted he could have held her in place regardless of how much she struggled. When she got out of the bed and collapsed to the floor he slid out of the bed himself and walked to her. "Yes there is someone here." He said smiling as she admitted she smelled the new person. Moving to her side as she pulled herself up using the door frame he wrapped an arm around her supporting her.

"He is outside and coming this way. He is looking for you Mixie. Let's go meet him and see what he wants." He said helping her walk down the hall to the living room.

In the living room Angi turned to glare at both Vince and Mixie. Her upper lip twitched, fighting her to curl into a snarl. She was able to keep from snarling but the growl that sounded was beyond her control. Vince stopped, still supporting Mixie and returned Angi's glare and snapped at her. "ENOUGH!" Angi flinched and lowered her eyes to his chest, not daring to look him in the face. "It's been eight years since Ajei died. It is my right to imprint again if I want to Angi. This girl needs protection and there is something special about her that calls out to me. I chose to imprint on her so I can both protect her to the absolute best of my power, and to discover why my soul yearns to be connected to her." He said in terse clipped words.

Angi flinched again at the mention of the name and let her head fall, her chin resting against her chest. "I know she is gone. Just like mom and dad. But still...." She sniffed fighting back tears. "I don't think you can replace her with that girl. You don't even know her." Angi said lifting her face, tears welling up and spilling over from her eyes. "It's not fair that you can just go and imprint on someone else and forget about her." Vince sighed and lead Mixie to the couch helping her sit. "I will never for Ajei, and Mixie." He turned to face the pretty redhead. "You are not a replacement I wanted to imprint with you and you alone. That isn't a choice one makes easily."

Looking between both girls on the couch he addressed them both. "If I was just looking for a replacement for Ajei to get over the pain of my lose do I would have just imprinted on the first available female and been done with the pain. I stayed away from that for eight years Angi. Does that sound like I am just doing this for my own health?" Angi looked up at him, then to Mixie and shook her head. "Good, no wipe away those tears, our guest is almost here."

Vince took a seat between to two girls, sitting slightly closer to Mixie, his large hand resting on lightly on her thigh. A slight twinge of melancholy seeping into their shared link, mixing in with the warmth of the truth of his words about wanting to protect her.

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Sani listened and nodded as Garai spoke, and a shadow of a smile played at the corner of his lips. "I cannot take you into my pack child, I am a bear, you are a wolf. If you were to join a pack it would have to Vince's and that is his choice. Nor can I take you into my Tribe as you are not one of my kin folk." There were several nods from the crowd behind Sani. "I can however offer you sanctuary on my lands as I have those who have joined my extended family, as long as you agree to carry your weight around here." He said getting nods from those that had not nodded to his previous statement.

Looking past Garai towards the direction he came from he let out a heavy sigh. "Yes, let us go. You are holding up your end of our bargain so far, I will do the same. You may see the girl, and attempt to speak with her. If she doesn't want to talk with you I will not allow you to press her. She has been through much in the last few hours."

"Everyone, spread out and keep watch for any signs of attack. Signal if something happens." A unanimous nod from the group told Sani they all understood and everyone broke away from the group to begin a watch.

Leading Garai to his house Sani opened to door and let the man in. Vince's eyes shot to the door and the moment he spotted Garai his eyes flared and a deep growl rolled from his chest. A flood of anger, distrust, and a burning desire to protect her washed over Mixie through the bond.

Sani expected the reaction. "Vince, you will do nothing in my home unless you are provoked. Understood." The last word was a statement, not a question. He was telling the growling wolf how things were going to be, not asking him.

Closing the door he looked to Garai. "You will not take a step closer, you can speak to her from here. Try and move and I will end you faster than Vince can. Understood." Again he spoke with the soft commanding tone of a leader.

 

[Lagertha]

Mixie wanted to push Vince away when he came to her side to help support her, but she sighed in annoyance. At least. he had admitted someone was here. She could feel his pleasure in the fact she had admitted she could smell him, but it was not just that. Then again, Mixie had always had a slightly higher sense of smell and hearing then others. It was the fact Mixie could feel the presence, just like she could tell Yasmine's presence. There was also the fact Kasto had told her someone was coming, and she was still weary if she was just dreaming something crazy or if it was real. Time would tell.

She allowed Vince to help support her, closing her eyes as her shaky legs walked into the living room. Mixie's head picked up, looking at Angi should could feel the loathing in her veins, the hate in her eyes lingering as she growled at Mixie. "What the hell did I ever do to you?" Mixie sneered. "You were the one that took me from the hospital on his orders." Mixie knew that now, that Vince had been the one to issue the order to grab her. All of this could have been avoiding; Mixie getting the rest of the curse, being imprinted on, being in a war, if Vince had not had wanted to steal her.

A sigh came from her lips as she looked between them as they spoke. Ajei. Mixie was curious who the girl was, but she was silent as Vince and Angi fought. At least Mixie learned that Ajei had been Vince's previous imprint eight years ago, before her life had ended. This only stirred more questions for the girl as she was sat down near Angi. Mixie looked at Vince when he explained that Mixie was not a replacement for Ajei, and the words about his soul wanting her stirred in Mixie's head. Ozier and Kasto had mentioned the imprint, and Kasto had been the one to explain that it could be broken, but only if her soul was absolutely sure it did not wish to be imprinted on by that person. Which only rose the question to Mixie;Why wasn't the bound breaking already? She didn't know Vince, and she really did not want to, but for whatever reason the bond hadn't broken. Which only meant..that somewhere in her soul it wasn't refusing him? Mixie couldn't believe that, but she was silent as he sat down between the two of them.

"Guest.." Mixie said the word as Vince stayed close to her. She had dropped her gaze to her hands on her knees as she shifted on the couch. Mixie was close to the arm of the couch and pressed her side into it. Her jaw tensed, she could feel how sad Vince was and she only looked at him. That was right, Mixie had wanted to see who was coming, to see if she was crazy or not. She could imagine the man would come in, she would ask if he was Garai, and the man would laugh in protest. That would mean she wasn't special at all, and Vince was wrong. Maybe that would put her soul at ease and let her break the connection. There was some hope in all of this.​

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"Then whoever." Garai raised his hands shrugging. "I'll be a lone wolf if I need to be, but I won't stand by and watch the pack that was suppose to bring her home safely slaughter her. That isn't what I want, that isn't what her father would want, and it isn't what her grandmother would want." Garai left out the mention of Reba. He wasn't sure if Reba was on Yasmine's side or Kasto's. The two had never much gotten along when Garai had entered the pack, and it had taken many years before Garai had realized why.

"Thank you." Garai walked proudly, unashamed of being naked as he followed after Sani. At least he knew he was a guest, and they wouldn't harm him. His heart slowed down at that, but then as they got closer to the house his heart picked again. He was actually going to meet her; Mixie, the child Kasto had wanted, the one he was supposed to protect. A flood of fear and anxiety washed over Garai with every step. What if she didn't want to meet him? What if this was all in vain?

A large gulp formed in Garai's throat as he looked at the entrance way. He could smell the others inside, he could smell Mixie's scent. The emotions also lingered in the air; Vince was tensed, displeased, Mixie was confused and strangely frightened. Still Garai could feel her emotions more than anyone else's, even if she wasn't pack he knew why. With another large breath Garai stepped inside, nodding when Sani told him not to move any further into the house. Tensions were high, and no doubt Mixie felt it too as she tensed next to Vince. This was life or death. Garai had abandoned his pack for this, became a traitor. He could feel the links fading, and he knew he would be killed on sight if they found him. However this was also life or death for Mixie. Garai had answers she needed to survive.

Mixie looked at the doorway, Vince and Angi's body's locked the view of Garai's naked form, but she knew he was naked. Garai looked at her in the same moment, releasing a breath as he spotted her alive and well.

"Will you speak with me?" He wasn't asking anyone else, for Sani was allowing him to speak with her, even against Vince's wants. Mixie nodded her head slowly, clenching her jaw, she didn't know if she really wanted to ask the question or not. If he answered no, she was really crazy. If he answered yes...then what the hell was she?

"Can you tell me...is your name Garai?" Mixie looked down, twiddling her fingers as she tensed. Why had she even bothered to ask? Garai tensed as well, pin prickles running down his skin as she asked his name. There was no way she could know that. She didn't even know her father's name. The only name she might have remembered would have been Yasmine.

"Yes." Garai replied simply. Mixie closed her eyes, biting her tongue. Garai teared up, smiling and laughing some like Kasto had in her dreams. "Might I ask..miss Mixie. Who told you my name?" Garai was pretty sure he knew. He knew so much from his life spent with Kasto, and he could tell she was frightened of herself.

"I had a dream..a nightmare really, someone in my dream said you were coming." Mixie had opened her eyes, but she didn't look at anyone, just her hands. Garai nodded, solemn. They were Navajo here, no doubt they were attune to the spirit world, but they had no idea what had been happening under their own roof.

"That wasn't a dream.." Garai didn't bother looking at anything else, he was watching the little twitches in her face. They were the same. The same twitches Kasto had made, frightened when he had first told Garai about his dreams. "Was it a man or a woman? Did they give you a name?"

"Um.." Mixie rubbed her forehead. This was the same thing the two men in her dream had suggested. "There was two of them. At least this last time I went to sleep. They were both male, but very different..Do you know who Kasto and Ozier are?" Garai tensed again swallowing and closing his eyes. He was silent for a moment, cracking up in pain.

"Yeah. I know them." Garai shifted, rubbing the tears off his face as his voice cracked. Mixie looked at him then, terrified. "He was scared too you know, your father..when he first told me he was seeing someone in his dreams. He was scared when he had told his family." Garai nodded at that. "Most people would think he was crazy, but he wasn't, and his mother knew that." Garai huffed a little laughing.

"Who are they?" Mixie's nose twitched. So she was like her father, a man she had never met. "Where is this man that's suppose to be my father anyway? I know my mother cheated on her husband, I know I looked nothing like the man who raised me. Yet I've never met this man you claim I'm like, that's suppose to be my father!" Mixie was upset, and she rubbed her forehead again. The past couple of hours had been too much, and her dreams gave her little rest. Garai watched her, nodding. He knew this was all too much. He knew he wasn't making it any better.

"He's dead Mixie." Garai spoke solemnly. "And yes, you have met him." Mixie looked at Garai then, furrowed brows. "Maybe not in the sense you would have liked to, but you have met him." Mixie wasn't happy about this. Had she met him when she was a child? Maybe he was one of the people that frequented the parties? Mixie didn't remember any of it, she had chosen to forget most of her childhood. "That man you saw in your dreams named Kasto..Mixie that's your father. That's my lost lover." Mixie's jaw tensed. Her eyes blinking frequently.

"So I met him in my dreams.." Mixie could remember how Kasto looked at her. He had been surprised, at how she acted. He had proclaimed she was just like him. "Why didn't he tell me?" Mixie mumbled the words.

"He probably couldn't." Garai looked away, rubbing his jaw. "Rules of the dead and so to speak. He did want you. We both did. Kasto often went to visit your mother to see you, joining the parties and stuff despite his mother's protests. He could feel it. I know you don't understand it, but it's like how I can feel you. He could feel you would be like him, that you'd become one of us." A few tears collected in Mixie's eyes, and she covered her mouth. So she had met him, not just in her dreams. She couldn't understand why she would chose to forget him if she had.

"He wanted you more than anything." Mixie was silent and Garai continued. "Kasto was always different. It's a long line of the family, and Kasto was the lucky one to have the gifts he was given, the ones you'll have. He could see things, hear things, that even our kind couldn't and Kasto had this really special gift.." Garai looked up to the ceiling. This was so awkward standing here with everyone's eyes on him. He wished he could have this conversation alone with her. "...He could glimpse moments in his life in the future, different realities. Some of them were good, some of them were bad..but Kasto was always smiling about each one he viewed no matter how bad it was...He had told me had always had this gift, but it got more clear when he had turned thirteen. By the time he was thirteen he could see the man he would become, the person he strived for and..Well in every reality he viewed there was always the same girl with him." Garai closed his eyes smiling and laughing at the image he got of Kasto's face confessing this to him. "He thought this meant he was going to be mated to a woman, but Kasto had already known he didn't prefer women at that age. It took him until he was eighteen to realize he was going to have a daughter. A daughter that was going to be like him...Kasto waited his whole life looking forward to you Mixie, you were the thing he really wanted in this life."

"If my father was gay, then why did he have sex with my mother?" Mixie felt...numb.

"Well." Garai shifted, not prepared for her to ask that question. "It's kind of...really uncommon for weres to be gay. The only way we can procreate is with a human if we are. Science doesn't work on us..you know the whole tube babies, impregnating a woman's egg with a syringe. I don't think any of you know this, maybe you do." Garai shrugged, he wasn't sure anyone he had met was gay from the looks of it. Though, he hadn't really paid attention. "Kasto and I tried to do it those ways to make you, but we quickly found it wasn't possible. The babies we tried to make those ways, their insides were twisted, and some of them came out inside out, but the result was all the same. Each baby came out dead, in a different form...That was when we realized the only way for Kasto to have the child he dreampt of..." Garai really wished he was wearing pants right now, to at least put his hands into awkwardly as he scratched his neck and looked away from everyone. This felt so terrible admitting this stuff. "He would need to cheat on me. To seduce a woman and impregnate her, not against her will of course...That's how he met your mother. Turns out she liked having other men's babies and raising them, but she had agreed when she met us that she'd give you up when you were born.." Garai closed his eyes, a tear running down his face. "..She refused your father when you were born. Kasto had been so upset, but neither of us wanted to give up. He visited your mother often, begging her to give you up. He knew you didn't belong with them, belong with a human family that would be frightened of you." Garai was silent. This was stuff he hadn't admitted to even Kasto's mother. Kasto had made him swear to not tell her, and he had backed down when Yasmine had proclaimed she had found Mixie after Kasto's death. That could not have been further from the truth. Yasmine had only found out about Mixie after following Garai one day.

"I'd like to tell you more Mixie, but I can tell you've heard enough for now." Mixie choked a bit on her tears. All this time she had felt like a monster, a freak, that no one had wanted her whole life until now, but that was never true.

"My mother kept me from my father, and put me in a mental hospital." Mixie said finally after a moment, tears flowing down her face. "I asked her who was my father and she lied to my face." Garai swallowed nodding."Can you at least tell me who the fuck is Ozier?" Garai rubbed the back of his head kicking his foot.

"Mixie.." Garai sighed. "I can tell you more later, you should try to go sleep." Garai breathed deeply. "There's some things that are better learned on a calm day." Garai had a feeling the things he had answered would only raise questions for others in the room, but he also knew Mixie would most likely not sleep at all.​

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

Vince kept his dark eyes locked on Garai as soon as he entered the room, his body going rigid. He didn't say anything, not even to respond to Sani. He didn't trust his mouth to behave. This was for Mixie, not him, so he would sit silently and wait. As they spoke Vince was assaulted by the torrent of emotions Mixie felt. Unconsciously he cupped her thigh just above her knee and gave it a gentle, assuring squeeze. He knew this was painful, confusing, and hellaciously frightening. He could feel her doubting her sanity and the terror of realizing that her nightmares were real. The slew of negative emotions caused a near physical pain in his chest.

As they spoke, Garai answering her questions to the best of his abilities Vince found himself liking the man more an more. He wanted the same thing that Vince did. Mixie's safety and happiness. With out realizing it Vince began to lightly caress Mixie's thigh, feeding sincere understanding, confidence to confront the truth, and the knowledge that she was no longer alone in the world, that she had him now, until she either broke the bond, or he drew his last breath. He fed her his desire to protect her from everything that could hurt her in any way.

He wanted to reach out to her and wipe away her tears but restrained himself for the moment. Not in front of the others. He wouldn't make her fell like a weak child in front of the others. He knew though their bond she was stronger than that and it would only serve to piss her off. When Garai suggested she slept Vince nodded. Taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly he spoke. "Thank you Garai." Those three words were filled with sincerity, not only on his behalf but for Mixie as well. "I will speak more with you later, I am sure there are some things that the two of us need to discuss." He said standing and looking down at Mixie.

She looked so fragile at the moment, like a porcelain doll that could break under the lightest of pressures. It had most certainly been a trying day for the girl. Without speaking aloud he told her though the bond that he was taking her to bed. Lifting her from the couch with ease he cradled her in his arms with the tenderness of a long time lover. He made sure that the bottom of the shirt was caught behind her knees so she would not flash anyone. She was still new to the lifestyle and he knew nudity was something that she would have to grow accustomed to.

Carrying her back to the room he kept her in his arms and he sat on the edge of the bed, holding her slightly curled against his chest. "Everything will be alright. I won't let it be any other way." He said lowering his face to plant a tender kiss on her forehead. Swinging his legs onto the bed he laid down with her still in his arms, held to his bare chest and began to stroke her back, staring at the ceiling not speaking, just feeling her though the bond and doing everything he could to comfort her back through it.

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Angi looked at Sani and Garai, back and forth a few times before letting out a heavy, loud sigh. "I am confused as fuck." She said reaching up to rub her temples. "Sani I am going to steal your bed for a while. I am exhausted, pissed off, upset and confused. I need to sleep." She said looking to the old man who nodded with a soft smile. "Thank you." She replied and went off to lay down. Stopping before she entered the hallway she turned and glanced over her shoulder. "Your pack, or ex pack. They are going to attack aren't they?" She asked, then shrugged. "You know what. I rather not hear the answer I already know. Sani, please be careful. I don't want to loose anymore people care about, and Garai, if you betray our trust, I swear to the Gods I will hunt you to the ends of the world and do things to you that that will give the Devil nightmares, and once I die, I will hunt you again in the afterlife." She said her voice frozen steel to match the glare she shot him. Turning away she went down the hall and climbed into Sani's bed, falling asleep before her head even hit the pillow.

Sani looked to Garai. "She is serious to." He said with a solemn tone. Stepping forward he clapped his hand on Garai's bare shoulder. "Let's get you some food, then we will go back out. I don't care to be in here with the threat against my people waiting on the outside." He said leading Garai to the kitchen and fixing him a bowl of the venison stew. "If what you said was true boy. About Mixie and her abilities, Vince is in for one hell of a ride isn't he? Especially since he has imprinted on the girl." He asked fixing himself a bowl of stew. If he was going into battle, which always held the potential of death, he wasn't going to do it with an empty stomach.

 

[Lagertha]

Mixie was distraught. She wished too that this conversation had been alone with the man, not supervised like she was an infant. Mixie was no infant, and this was information she herself should have only been hearing. Garai understood why. He could tell Vince was the Alpha, his sister sitting next to was also. Garai himself had learned to become an Alpha over the years being beside Kasto.

Mixie pushed Vince's hand away from her thigh, but it seemed to return there nonetheless. Mixie wanted to be alone now, in one of those locked rooms they had put her in that she had been stolen from. She had grown so used to it, the idea of being alone that having someone here was too much. Still, she was thankful when Vince picked her up, covering her in a manner she wouldn't flash anyone and taking her away from the whole lot of them. Kasto had wanted her to thank him; Vince, but Mixie still did not want to believe that she could actually communicate with the dead.

Her head rested on his chest, tears flowing freely. Her whole life she had been the outcast, her parents had hated her and had gone to a length to get rid of her. The entire time Mixie had questioned her mother about her real father the woman had looked her in the face, told her she didn't remember and went about her life. Now Mixie knew. Kasto was her father. Kasto had gone to lengths to try to conceive her, to retrieve her, and her mother had been the villain.

"Do you think she knew?.." Mixie mumbled as Vince laid back on the bed still cradling. "What Kasto was, what I was. Do you think that's why she wouldn't let him have me?" Mixie rubbed her face, laughing a bit. She knew she was asking questions Vince had no real answers to, and Mixie in a way knew. "She probably thought he was the devil and I was the devil's spawn." Mixie laughed at the thought, but she could see her mother thinking that.

"What happened to her?" Mixie wanted anything to steer the conversation from herself. This whole time it'd been about her; Vince taking her, imprinting on her, and now everyone wanted her and to protect her. "Ajei? You were upset when your sister mentioned her..She was the girl you wanted to be with forever right?"​

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Garai rubbed his head watching Vince and Mixie leave. He was surprised when Vince said something about wanting to talk to him but Garai only nodded. It was when Angi spoke, confused, lost, and then threatening that Garai couldn't help but smile.

"Noted." Garai replied as she vanished. Garai smiled and nodded his head to Sani as he rubbed the tears from his eyes. "Thank you. You don't know what it means to me. I came on your land expecting that you wouldn't bother to even talk to me, that you would just kill me on sight. I'm grateful you didn't."

Garai followed him into the kitchen, sitting down and thanking Sani as he presented Garai with some food. Gladly the male started eating, looking up as Sani spoke about Mixie.

"She's a lot like Kasto, yes.." Garai looked away, playing with his food. "Kasto did tell me that not each one them has all the same abilities. They have similar ones, but Kasto was the only one documented in his family to be able to see the future and the different possible outcomes. It made him a great Leader..but it was also his downfall." Garai tensed when he said the last words, he hated bashing the man he had loved so fiercely. It was only when Sani spoke about Vince imprinting on Mixie that Garai slammed his hand into the table, angry. Garai was really harmless, it was more the link he had with Mixie now, that large father's bond.

"He what?" Garai's eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring. Vince having taken Mixie was one thing, him wanting to keep her was something else, but now this? In a way Garai knew that he had no control over who would imprint on Mixie, and he knew it would happen eventually. This soon though?

"That boy, took her when we were going to get her. I was going to snack Mixie in the night after we got home and run away with her before Yasmine got her. Instead, he takes her. Now..you are telling me after a night of horror that she has gone through he has already imprinted on her?" Garai closed his eyes, trying to calm himself as he rubbed his face grunting. It took him several minutes before he exhaled through gritted teeth.

"I shouldn't be angry at you." Garai finally said after a moment. "It's the way we are, I just didn't think she would get imprinted on right away." A vein in Garai's head was throbbing. "I was with Kasto for over a decade before he finally wanted to imprint on me...We grew up together and protected one another. Yet I waited for him to make that decision. I just...does he have any idea what he's done?" Garai leaned back in the car annoyed. He had wanted to come to protect Mixie, and now he knew why he could smell Mixie on Vince.

"Yes..he's for one hell of a rid. She's already showing the same signs as Kasto..Do you know if she's accepted?" Garai in a way kenw that answer. Mixie did not act like she had allowed the imprint to go through and Garai shook his head. "Never mind that question. If she does eventually accept, he'll be powerless in some situations. Dreams to be exact. Regular dreams we could...I could help Kasto through the nightmares Ozier put him through as a test, as a warning. However when it came to his conversations with the dead, I couldn't do anything. I could only sit, watch, listen. I could ask questions but.." Garai paused, deciding to eat a bit more. "..I realized Kasto wasn't making those dreams. The dead that were invading his sleep were, and that meant neither of us had powers to change how the dreams went."

"I'm assuming you reign over him." Garai was talking about Vince. He had seen the way that Vince had listened to Sani when Garai had come through the door. "He listens to you, as does everyone else." Garai nodded to this fact as he ate. "Yasmine's going to send a member of the pack here at night. She wants to sacrifice them to get intel..It'll probably be Nero. Nero's a good friend of mine, dumb girl imprinted on Yasmine. Yasmine hates the girl, but she accepted the bond. Yasmine will use her even if it means her death and Nero has accepted it...I tell you this because she won't strike will her full force right away. She has others like her she'll bring from Egypt...and there are more she knows that will want Mixie dead...Mixie's abilities are a gift, but there's another side to her family's inheritance of which you'll see. Yasmine has been granted the curse of the family. " Garai was silent after that, eating his food as he filled his stomach preparing to fight. He knew it would happen like that, but that was about he might have really known of what Yasmine was planning. "Let me end Nero myself...it's all I ask. Kasto raised her from a pup, and she was always good to us until she fell in love with Yasmine. I only want to do that kindness for the kind girl I watched grow up."​

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

Vince held her loosely in his arms a pain winding around him like a thorn covered vine. The feeling of her tears falling to his chest, a soft warmth that quickly cooled into a spot of liquid grief on his chest. He swallowed and thought for a second when she questioned him about her mother. "If she did know, there is a chance that she only wanted to protect you from what she thought was a monster...I don't know for certain though Mixie. I wish I had the answer for you." He answered her as honestly as he could.

"What happened to her?" Those words hit Vince like a freight train out of nowhere. His chest tightened painfully, his throat snapped shut and all the moisture in his mouth vanished. Hearing Mixie speak that name made Vince's stomach twist, and her question of if she was the girl he wanted to be with forever made it feel as though the world fell out from underneath him. Ajei's beautiful dark face came to his mind, the soft smile she always wore, and her eyes, they were a rare for her people, a pale green that popped in her dark face. Her silken hair dark as raven wings flowing in cascades over her shoulders, framing her face. As he thought about it the link was flooded with a tempest of emotions. Love, pain, loss, betrayal, rage, sorrow, regret, and passion.

Forcing a breath into his chest Vince licked his lips and swallowed hard. He opened his mouth to speak, stopped, closed his mouth and took another breath before attempting to start again. "Yes." He said in a strained whisper. Clearing his throat softly he tried once again to speak, and this time more than a half strangled word. "Ajei and I were lovers. We grew up here together on the reservation. We were part of the same pack, my parents pack. She and I spent everyday together, growing up side by side, and growing closer to each other everyday. One day, a year or so before my first change we were at the river together and she told me she loved me, I told her I loved her to which was true, we were the best of friends and I loved her as any of the tribe love one another, then she made me look her in the eyes and she told me that she LOVED me." Vince paused to take in a deep shuddering breath.

"The weight she put into that word floored me, and when I recovered from the shock I knew without a doubt that I was in love with her too, I had just been to naive to realize it. I told her I loved her and truly meant it when I said it. We made love on the river bank and stayed in each others arms until well after moon rise." Vince closed his eyes hot tears running down his cheeks. He gave Mixie an unconscious squeeze in his arms. A warmth spilled into the bond, but there was a cool undercurrent of sadness at the memory of his lost love.

"The morning after my first change I imprinted on her, I was sixteen, she fifteen. We spent the next five years hopelessly in love. We spent every moment we could with one another, we had plans to have a family together, and even though I am a born Alpha, I was going to stay a part of the pack that brought us together. To raise our children on the land we feel in love on." His voice caught in his throat and he had to clear it again and take several deep breaths before he could manage to speak again.

"You will find out soon enough my Tribe is very odd. We of the Tribe are all full blooded Navajo, but not all of us are Werewolves. Sani is a Werebear, as were his Son and Son's wife. My and Ajei's families were wolves, as were a few others of the tribe, there is a pack of Werecoyotes, and Werecougars. Sani is Chief of the Tribe and kept the peace between the different packs, which normally would never be able to coexist, but our ties as family kept us all together. Sani also started to take in other weres that were not of the Tribe, first those that were part of the Tribe member's packs that were not of our blood, then later lone or outcast weres that were cast from their packs."

"I was twenty one when it happened. My Father's brother, a jealous man who knew that if I had chosen to stay with the pack I would take it over when my Father was no longer able to run it. He and several others that were loyal to him attacked us one day. They had coated their claws and some even their teeth in silver dust and wolfsbane, a deadly mixture to weres. It was a suicide attack. They wanted us all dead. In that fight our pack was the focus of the attack. Angi and I lost our parents that day. They were the first to fall. Nearly half our pack was killed before we knew what was going on. That was the day I found out I could take the beast-man form.... I found out to late though. Ajei and I fought with the rest, I made Angi run away to get help. My Father's brother was in the beast-man form and came after us." Vince stopped and shuddered, a sharp pang of betrayal and pain lancing through the bond.

"He tossed me aside like a rag doll when I attacked. Ajei used that moment to latch onto his throat....He tore her in half...." A soft sob escaped Vince. "Seeing my mate killed in such away. By a family member no less broke something in me. Then the pain of losing the bond... It drove in into a rage. The next thing I knew I was in the beast-man form. He managed to score my face with his poisoned claws, which is why I have these scars, before I tore him to pieces. I lost myself in my rage and didn't spare a single one of the traitors. They had taken on and created more weres without our knowledge and planned to take out all of us. We lost nearly a quarter of our entire Tribe that day. I stepped up to take the position of pack leader and I haven't forgiven myself for my inability to protect those that needed me, to protect the woman I loved."

Blinking tears from his eyes Vince lifted his head to look down at the pretty fair skinned girl in his arms, with her red hair cut in it's peculiar style of being short of the left side and long on the top and right. It fit her though, somehow adding to her natural beauty. "When I fist smelled you in that room, trapped in there with those demons, I could smell your fear, your despair. The years of pain and it just set me off in a way I have never felt before. There was a girl on the other side of a door that needed to be protected from some of the worst nightmares imaginable, the kind that only the sleep of death could hope to end. I couldn't accept that. That is why I chose to take you, and ultimately imprint on you. That desire to save you from all that fear I smelled on you. I couldn't and still can't stand it, even more so now that we are bound. I just saw it as the best way to protect you. The imprint, it works in a way that is like a compulsion for the imprinter. You needed to be saved from your living nightmare, and the best way I could think to do that was become your protector in a way that I couldn't walk away from you."

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"She is serious Garai, eight years ago her uncle betrayed his pack and our entire tribe, killed her parents and many of the people she called family when she was only seven. Betray us and I will will make sure that you cannot escape her justice." He said in all seriousness. Sani shook his head at Garai's thanks. "I am more an animal than a man by this point in my life. I do not kill indiscriminately. When something enters my territory I will examine it, find out if it is a threat, and then decided what action to take. You gave me no reason to attack you yet."

Sani ate and listened to Garai's explanation of Mixie's ability in silence. Not even blinking at the younger man's outburst he continued to silently eat. He finished his food before Garai found his calm enough to talk again. "Vince is young yes. But the child is a man in his own right. In that attack I mentioned that took Angi and his parents Vince lost his mate. He knows all to well the weight of having an imprint on someone, and the pain of having it torn away from him violently. He failed in protecting is most loved person, his family, his pack, and his tribe. Or at least he feels that way. If there is anyone that would lay down his life to protect someone in need it would be that boy, and now he has narrowed that ferocious focus to protect a single girl. She is lucky if you ask me." Sani said with a grin and pointed to the unfinished food in front of Garai. "Finish eating boy."

"I don't know if she has or not, and that is none of my concern." Smiling when Garai started to eat again he spoke with sage like grace and shook his head. "You are wrong. By being there you gave your power to your lover, even if you felt you could do nothing to help, the fact that you stood by his side through all the nightmares, supported him in the face of his fears brought on by unnatural means that neither of you could change gave him strength to face them. You may not have been able to alter anything, but you were not powerless Garai, and neither will those children be."

Sani snorted loudly and broke into a deep laughter that cause his entire body to shake. Leaning back in the chair with his head thrown back he filled the room with his mirthful laugh. Gripping his stomach in one hand he leaned forward and slapped at the table shaking his head, actual tears rolling down his aged wrinkled face. "You assume wrong boy. I am the Tribe Chief, the elder, but I reign over no one here, we are all free men and women. He respects me as the Chief, and as a grandfather figure, but he is his own man, and leader of his own pack. The others have the same respect for me as their Chief and a man that looks after them all as his family."

Sani looked to the covered window and nodded. It was early dawn now. The first light of the sun breaking the horizon. "I will allow it, but know this, if I for a second think you will betray me and mine I will end you both, and hunt your former pack to extinction." Sani said in warning. "And do not think I cannot manage something like that. You're people are not the only ones that have knowledge of curses, and my people have some very nasty ones."

 

[Lagertha]

Silence filled her. This feeling of not knowing what to do or think when he started to express what had happened overtook her. Mixie could feel it too, all the separate emotions spiraling inside of her. It alone was overwhelming, but in a way calming. Her face was blank, her skin crawling as she listened.

The silence, the feeling was not the only thing. Vince had not only imprinted her but infected her with more of the disease she had been running from her whole life. Now, Mixie could not only hear his heart thundering under his chest when he spoke, but she could feel it in the palms of her hands. The feeling was odd, causing her to flinch her hands away from his chest.

Her eyes twitched looking away from him. She had known he wouldn't have had the answer to her mother. Yet she had still wished to ask in her despair. Not only that, she had thought asking Vince about the girl might bring her some relief to have the spotlight shifted off her. While this had happened in a way, she could still feel his pain, his hate, his longing, his mistrust. Much like Mixie herself had dealt with. She had known these emotions her whole life, but it had not taken losing family members to a gruesome death for her to gain these emotions.

"I'm sorry.." Mixie spoke softly. In a way she regretted asking him. She had thought it might make her feel better to hear someone else's pain, but it had only made her feel worse. "You've gone through worse than me. I shouldn't complain." Mixie didn't look at him, she just rested her head on his shoulder. Garai had lost his mate, Vince had lost his mate. She had heard the pain in Garai's voice when he spoke about her father, but it was worse feeling it through Vince's link.

Mixie had found herself in a particular situation. In a way she hadn't liked Vince. Now Mixie wondered if in a way she had been thankful he had saved her from that room. It didn't really matter though, since Mixie had found herself consoling Vince as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hide her face above his shoulder as he sat up. She was silent for a while. Mixie had never been hugged until she had been in the mental hospital, but then Sara and CiCi had been there for her. They too had been given terrible lives and had known how to make her feel better even if it met them being locked up for a week after making physical contact. In a way, this made her think of them, and Mixie really didn't want to. She didn't want to know if they had been slaughtered like Ling. However she had a feeling they might have been sparred as the dorm rooms had been on the other side of the girl's wing.

"I'm sorry." Mixie finally said after a moment of clinging to him, her arms around his neck. She knew there were other questions she had popping into her mind now but she wasn't sure she should quite ask them yet. "I don't really think you can save me from my nightmares." Mixie said. "I've been dealing with them ever since I was born. My mother used to talk about how I would shriek every night, the same I normally would when I got older. I guess I'm so used to not sleeping it doesn't normally bother me." Mixie laughed slightly. "I don't know what it's like to lose someone you imprinted on. I do know what it's like to be betrayed by the ones you loved most. To be alone and misunderstood, hateful."

"How old are you?" Mixie knew she was going to ask this as she pulled away from hugging him. However she still didn't bother to look at him. "I don't think you even know how old I am, or where I come from." Mixie said softly. "So you really only imprinted on me because I was scared and alone instead of just killing me. Honestly, life would had been better if you had just killed me." This was morbid, but Mixie knew that her nightmares might never go away. She was thinking logically. Ozier was testing her, as Kasto had said with the nightmares, but Mixie felt like that wasn't all of it. There was something more that wasn't being said, hidden messages where they refused to just tell her out right. "I'm not scared of people walking away from me, I'm used to it. This whole time I thought I was crazy and perhaps that's why I was frightened. I wanted to believe I was crazy instead of thinking I wasn't..now I know I'm not..and now I know what this kind of life entails." Her head tilted, finally looking at him with some tears in her eyes. "So why do you insist on protecting something you know nothing about and that doesn't even want to exist?"​

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"I understand." Garai said softly. "I was betrayed as well. I wouldn't do anything to make you think I want to oppose you. I'm only here for Mixie, because it's what Kasto wanted me to do..and it's what I want to do. I wanted to raise her with him and never got the chance." Garai finished eating, picking up his bowl and going to the sick to rinse it for Sani.

"You are smarter than most, most people would kill those coming onto their territory at first sight." Garai spoke softly, he had jumped at Sani's outburst. "Apologies, I didn't know."

"I won't spare Nero." Garai said at the defense of Sani saying he would end them both if he caught Garai betraying them. "She isn't the same girl I watched grow up. Yasmine's been beating her into submission for years, brainwashing her. The Nero I know doesn't exist anymore. This Nero doesn't deserve to live." Garai sighed softly at the idea. "Thanks. Kasto said the same thing. He had dealt with it by himself his whole life..that having someone being there for him was all he had ever wanted." Garai smiled softly.

"I only joined Kasto's pack because he was the Alpha. I never had my own. So I don't take it likely that I abandoned them, but Kasto would have done the same..." Garai shut his eyes. Even if Vince accepted him into his pack, well he wasn't sure he'd be too welcomed. It also brought the question to what would happen to the Egyptian weres that he had left behind. He knew if Yasmine died then maybe Reba would take her spot, but it was unlikely Reba would be like Kasto had been. Garai didn't want to think about it, it wasn't his problem after all. "I love them all..they were the only family I've ever had. Mixie and I aren't so different. My parents abandoned me too, but the difference is her real parents wanted her. The moment my parents found out I was gay and wouldn't conceive children the conventional way well...I guess that's when I met Kasto."

"Hunt me down all you want, I won't run. I don't run from my problems." Garai said finally moving around and stretching a bit. He sighed heavily as he looked at Sani. "I don't want to be your enemies, I came here as a friend. I'll go out to the edge of the reservation now, and wait for Nero to cross. I know Yasmine was planning at night, but I'm not too sure she'll keep to that plan when she realizes I've broke the pack bond." Garai bowed his head to Sani. "Thank you for your hospitality." He moved through the house, going to the door before stepping out to shift. As soon as he shifted, he ran the direction he had first appeared from moving to get behind some rocks and brush to watch the edge of the fenced line.​