28-may-1997

As soon as the man stepped through the door the overpowering fear engulfed him, instinctively his eyes searched the darkened room, seeing nothing, eyes still dim from the bright midday sun outside. Continuing outside, followed closely by his slut.

His breath freezes in his throat, as the door slams shut, a deep growl heard from behind. Spins around, seeing the shadows form from murky darkness to a slim figure enshrouded in abyss black, eyes almost glowing.

The dark figure snarls at the slut, watching her collapse backwards onto the floor, eyes wide with terror. The man tries to swing at the figure, his fist stopped by the hand of the figure, with hardly a movement or effort. A brief tensing of muscles and the man is thrown backwards, his body crumpling into a wall, sliding down with a dull thud.

Silently the figure stalks over to the man's prone body, reaches down grabbing a foot, dragging him into the centre of the room.

The dark figure kneels over the body, knees pressed into its arms, snarling. Reaches under his abyss coat, a black blade now in his hand, its edges silver, revealing its razor bite.

Without flinching the figure slices quickly, into the man's forehead, carving a small group of figures into his flesh.

As the blood wells the man regains his consciousness, struggling against his capture until he sees the blade, feeling its point pressed at his throat.

The darke figure speaks, voice low, a deep whisper

"This marks you, binds you to my demands, break them and I'll find you, and bring pain to you such that you could never imagine."

The figure dips a finger into the blood, tracing letters eitherside of the flesh carving,

"With alpha you started the pain to the Pack, and with omega you will end it....."

Then traces another symbol around the carving.

"So mote it be, leave the Pack be or you'll be visited by demons that make your own personal demons seem like kinder.."

The dark figure stands, placing a foot on the chest of the man, and eyes the slut, sniffling the air.

"You are heavy childe. You bare young."

She almost gags, trying to back away...

The figure deftly steps over to her, crouching in front of her, lips raises, exposing enlongated canines, snarling.

"Do you wish to keep this one?"

She nods, eyes brimming, edged with tears.

"Then no more drugs, no more alcohol, no more smoking, purify your life before Lilith claims her.... Now.. Lift your shirt, show your belly."

She obeys, he sniffs the air again, tracing a name onto her exposed skin, in the mans blood.

"He'll watch over you, protect you from Lilith, only if you cleanse your life, else the child is Liliths own."

The dark figure stands, his face shimmering, the image of wolf like a ghost over his own. Eyes red, glowing. Claws.

"Begone both of you, and never bother Pack again."

They scurry out, followed by a quiet chuckle at the scent of their urine wafting up to the figure's nose.

He smiles as a whitefurred wolf pads out of the deeper shadows, to stand beside him. He kneels down, wrapping both his arms around her neck, nuzzling her fur, whispering his love to her.

He kisses her. Her long wolf tongue lapping at his human tongue. He smiles breathing deep, feeling his form shift.

Two wolves lie down next to each other, one white, one black, murring.