Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-12-18 11:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | het, rated: explicit, slash, were/beast, wolf lake |
Fic: Eros Theory 6/6 Wolf Lake
Eros Theory: Legend of the White Wolf.
Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf Lake.
Warnings: MPREG SLASH AND TRANS GENDER FLIPPING oh and a few minor things like beastiality, violence, language, and wolf Sex.
Archive: Yes plese tell me where.
Summary: This picks up where Wolf Lake left off. With my own twist added.
Rating: Nc-17
Any other good stuff just add it to my bill.
Author's note: This is not just about a MPREG or Lou Diamond Phillips being naked. Though that right there is enough. So just stick with me here. I have wanted to write this fic since Tyler Creed first confronted John Kanin.
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When the Alpha of a pack is missing, the entire pack is in a state of panic. Dominance fights to the death are common in such extreme times. Unless the Alpha is restored or a strong enough member can take their place, the pack risks total destruction.
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Part 6 Hoping that the next leap, will be the leap home.
8:30 am. West of the Carpathians, north of Transylvania, and East of the Maramures, in Romania's wilderness.
John Kanin awoke with a start as his head hit a large wooden barrel. The jerking of the bed beneath him caused great alarm. He had never been in an earth quake before, but there was always a first time. Trying to stand, he bonked his head on a wooden over head rafter.
Cursing softly he sat back down on the bed, noting, for the first time, his surroundings. It was a room not much larger than the bed. Along the wall were folded tables, chairs, and cabinets. Even in one corner was a small coal stove. There were several windows on either side of the wagon, all draped in gold and silver embroidered cloth.
The only light seeped in through the curtains at the back of the moving room. A large two piece door with a stained glass window. Soft shadows passed before the window blocking the light.
Looking down at himself, John growled softly. He was decked out in a white lace shirt that was practically see through. Patterns made up of runes and vines decorated the cloth blocking most of his body from view. The collar was loose and showed more than it covered. Around the wrists, the cuffs flared exposing his arms and hands.
Slowly, John held up one of his hands to the light and examined the gold bands and chains. Three bracelets, one linked by chains down to his middle finger. His other hand was covered by a wrap around chain that came down from his wrist over the back of his hand, under the palm, between the thumb and index finger, and extended tendrils like netting over his remaining three fingers.
Black silk pants woven of the same pattern as the lace barely hid his body beneath their sheer state. Several ivy patterns all concentrated their patterns around his groin which was covered by a fig leaf design. "Black, white, and gold, did I step out of a porno version of an Anne Rice novel?"
The room shook again, as he placed a hand on the wall to support himself. His other hand went to his forehead and encountered a banner woven in his bangs. The metal and cloth hurt as he tried to remove them. "What is this shit? Where the hell is a mirror when you need one?" In a huff he ran his hands through his hair attempting to find the ties, but stopped when he felt the texture.
He rummaged through the drawers until he found a mirror. Looking at his reflection in fear, he ran a hand through his hair again. "What the hell is going on? I look like friggen Whitney Houston with a frizz. That does it, I'm outta here."
John dropped the mirror on to the bed and stood hunched over to avoid the ceiling even a child could touch. He took a moment to study the locking mechanism on the door before he risked opening. The sudden motion of the door flying open and the bright light of day, were all that slowed him down before he took off away from wherever here was.
Cries rang out as he took off down the streets barefoot. His eyes were still adjusting to the light, but he could have swornhe saw men on horses and a few ox drawn carts. Not caring enough to investigate, he continued on running. What sounded like dogs chased him down the narrow alleys and out of the town.
"Check that, there are horses," he said as he heard the screech of said animal behind him. John thanked whatever gods might be listening that the forest was mainly soft needled evergreens. "Dead of winter was not good time to be running through the forest barefoot." He checked the few plum trees as their branches smacked him in the face and frowned. "Make that early spring."
The howls and yips drew closer as he moved along. John put all he had in to fleeing those that had taken him. He couldn't remember much, just a few faces, an old gypsy woman, a wolf with silver earrings and a man with tight black pants. "Wolf with earrings, that must have been some stuff. Sherman you are seriously in for it when I get back from.... Where the hell am I anyways?"
Strong arms wrapped around him tightly from behind as he was suddenly brought to a halt. He tried to shake off his captor, but only succeeded in being pulled tighter against the definitely male body behind him.
"Let me go!"
"Now, now, pretty. We can't have you rushin off like that, can we."
John turned his nose from the foul breath and smacked the back of his head against the face of his restrainer. He heard a scream of pain, followed by him suddenly being released. Turning around he picked the guy up between the legs and threw him against a large conifer, effectively silencing the man's screams of pain.
Taking off again he almost made it to a road he could see in the distance. The ground here was slippery and covered in old soaked leaves. About five hundred feet from the road, he slid on a bundle of them and landed on his face. As he got on all fours, another strong male form covered his own. He shook with fear and adrenalin as he tried to get up to run again. His instincts told him to panic, run away from his captors.
One of the warm arms came down over his left shoulder, pinning their bodies together. A head rubbed against his ear as the other arm came under his, and started to rub his belly in soothing circles. His shirt had been thrown open as he ran for there were only two buttons in the chest area at the height of his sternum. The heated flesh against his skin, combined with the soft shushing sounds of the tenor voice in his ear, calmed him enough to realize he wasn't getting away.
"Calm beautiful, relax." The whispered words made John feel groggy. His energy levels depleted already he gave in to the temptation of the voice. John sensed the approach of others but ignored them. The voice and the person on his back made him feel warm and protected. Something in the scent of the man on top, and the motions around his belly. Up til now he had not realized it was sore and aching.
"You must do it now, before the others arrive." A female voice hissed at the man on top of him.
"I know, it's just too much though. I don't want it to be this way."
"There is no other way."
John didn't like the urgency in her voice, what about the others, what was so important?
The warmth was back against his ear again as the man spoke to him in a calm voice. "I am sorry sweet one, but you are too tempting a prize for the others. This is the only way. If only you had waited until we reached the scared circle. But alas there is no more time."
"Hurry, they are almost here."
"Silence wench!" He stroked John's hair as the man started to whimper in distress. "Be calm beautiful."
John nodded as the hand in his hair traveled down his body again only not stopping to rub his belly this time. The hand started to untie the drawstring on his silk bottoms. He panicked as it undid the string and started to move them down his body.
"Calm beautiful. Trust me, please! Please, dear heart, all I ask is this once, trust me." He waited until John nodded before he continued to remove the pants. This is when John noticed two things, the man on top of him was nude, and the man on top of him was erect. "I am sorry, this will be painful, but I have no more time." With out any more preamble the man shoved in to John hard.
John screamed in pain as he was filled from behind. His insides felt like they were ripped raw by the blunt swollen member shoved inside him. No lube had been used as the man had entered him bareback. He screamed louder and with more pitch as the man pulled out and shoved in him again and again. The pain became unbearable as the man pulled him close and aligned their bodies.
"Please forgive me, my beautiful." A moment, and one more hard thrust he came with an animalistic howl. Boneless, he laid on John's back, final thrusts to empty the last of his seed in to the crying man beneath him. He whispered in to John's ear as he stroked the man's belly. "You are mine now beautiful. The others can lay no claim to you. You and yours are now under my protection."
The sounds of others and wolves arriving broke in to the moment.
Reluctantly, the man on top of John pulled out, along with his member came a small bit of his seed. The howls and the growls echoed through out the meadow. Calmly, he pulled up the silk pants over John's bare bottom and tied them gently around his waist. The man stood and pulled John up with him in to his arms.
For the first time, John got a look at the man who had just savagely taken him in the middle of the woods. The man was taller than him by about two inches, bronzed skin, with elfin features. His hair was a mixture of browns and golden highlights that swirled and curled around in waves that shook as he moved his head to look in John's eyes. The cold blue steel eyes met John's and smiled.
"You are mine now, Beautiful." His smooth tenor voice soothed John's frazzled nerves as his free hand rubbed John's belly. "After they are born, and you next come in to heat, you will carry ours."
John shivered at the predatory smile and looked down at his stomach underneath the man's hand. A slight swell was visible as the man patted the sore region. He was turned around, brought up flush with the taller man's body as his shirt was lifted. The howls filled the air again. As he took in all the wolves and the nude people around him, John swallowed and passed out.
The larger man lifted John in his arms as he kissed the slightly parted lips. "You are mine, Beautiful, now and forever." He smiled once more then started back towards where they came from. "Forty-five days until they come out, and another forty-five until you are in heat again. So beautiful, I hope they will resemble you."
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2:30 am. four weeks previous, Wolf Lake, Sherman Blackstone residence.
Vivian Cates glared at the clock over the fire places as it struck the half hour. For five hours they had been awaiting the return of the white wolf. The entire pack had been put on alert for John or a white wolf in the area. So far there had been no sightings of either. However a large Van and a vanguard of three cars and six motorcycles had passed through on the way towards the hill.
No one knows what was in the Van, but strange scents were detected from the party driving the vehicles. They smelled almost pack, but differences that put down that theory. What was known is they had stayed for about thirty minutes, then had hightailed it out of the area at just over the speed limit. Matt had stopped the party, and they grew tense when he asked them to open the van. Inside he had found the women of the party tending to a sick wolf.
The wolf was black and they had permits for her as part of their circus act. When he had asked to inspect her, the men had surrounded him and forced him to leave the animal to their care. He had smelled no hair dyes and had no reason to hold them, so he let them leave town.
Now they were starting to regret that decision.
Sherman had been unresponsive to any attempts to talk to him since it became known that John was missing. His look told all she needed to know, he was fearing the worst, and at this moment she was inclined to join him. They had no white wolf, and Tyler was going to be livid when he finds out about their deception. At least his influence over the pack was lessened by his recent failures and attempts to seduce the human deputy.
"Where is she?" The shouted question broke through her revelry.
Tyler Creed had stormed in to the room and was now demanding answers from the almost catatonic Sherman. This is was not what she needed right now.
"What are you going on about now?"
Tyler turned his blue eyes on her in a laser like vision. "Ruby. Where the hell is she?"
"I don't know, I thought you were after her all this week."
"It turns out that was not the way ward bitch after all. She has been else where this week. I want to know if she was {is}gone, then who the hell is having my pups?" He took on a glaring stance as she merely looked at him unblinking.
"I have no idea what you are talking about?"
"That daughter in law of yours. She is not the one who I knocked up just a few short hours ago. I want to know who the hell it was if not her. That means only one thing, there is another white wolf. Who is it Sherman?" Tyler returned his glare back at the elder Indian.
Vivian pushed the spiky younger wolf in to the far wall. "You will leave him alone!"
Standing, Tyler dusted off his suit jacket and turned yellow eyes on her. "He knows who it is!"
"So do I!"
Tyler paused in mid stride, eyes narrowed. "Who?"
"Sherman's only child."
"Who!?!"
Vivian crossed her arms smirking. "Why should I tell you? Your status no longer warrants you a position on the pack council. With your recent actions and failures, many are looking to replace you. Quite simply put, you are nothing once more Tyler."
He growled as he started forward again, but three other people stepped in to the room stopping his forward momentum yet again. He glanced from the faces of Matt Donner, Buddy Cole, and Luke Cates. "Et tu Buddy?"
"No, simply stopping you from making a stupid mistake. No one attacks the guardian, you know this."
"Then where is she?" Tyler's face shattered as he looked at Sherman pleadingly. "I am asking, no begging. I have a right to know, as father, please tell me."
Vivian looked at Sherman and waited his nod before speaking. "It is not a she, Tyler. Sherman's only child has always been and always will be male. He simply has a female wolf form."
All but Matt, and Sherman looked at her in shock. "That is not possible."
"Oh it is quite possible." Sherman sat forward in his chair as he whispered. "My son was not always able to shift either. No for a while he was human once more." Now was time for Vivian and Matt to join the other three men. "I told you Matt, he had been here before. Sixteen years ago this summer to be exact. It was the year of his first and last flip. After what happened, I knew it was too risky to let him remain a wolf."
"What happened, Sherman?" Luke was the only one to speak as the others were in too much shock.
Sherman gestured for them to sit around his living room. "This is going to take a while and you might want to get comfortable."
Tyler started to protest. "What about..."
A tired look from Sherman silenced him. "If he is going where I think, then a few hours will mean nothing, for it will take all we have got just to locate him, and even more than that if we even have a hope to get him back. We may not even get that."
"Would they hurt them or him?"
"Sit down Matt. Let me explain something first. Where he is at, no harm will come to him, well nothing too harmful. He is a prize that everyone wants. So no, they will not harm him, but they will not return him either. The most we could hope for is the pups, if we are lucky." Sherman watched as Tyler fell to his butt next to the fire place in shock, the others had similar reactions. "Before I tell you more on the who and why, let me tell you the how. Like I said, it started sixteen years ago this summer. Well it started a little before that, but not much. You see there are reasons I have never had a kid before, or since."
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5:20 pm. Wolf Lake 1986 Florence Kanin Residence.
"Oh come on, Aunt Florence. You so can't tell me that you never wanted to go out there." John Kanin stared at his aunt with begging eyes as he placed his hand on his hips. His pants suit had the sleeves rolled up to the and jacket open to display his pink tee shirt. When she crossed her arms acrossed her chest, he ran a hand through his short spiked hair. "I can't believe this, my first chance to hang with the guys in my new town, and you say no. You do realize this will ruin my whole social life for the whole season don't you? It's so not fair."
The tall blonde haired woman smiled at his over blown display of theatrics. "I told your parents that you could stay with me for the summer because you did not want to spend months on end with them in the Canadian wilderness. I did not say you could tramp about the town."
"But you see I won't be tramping about the town. We will be heading out to the lake for a little graduation party." He held his thumb and forefinger up before his eyes. "Just a little party, so tiny no one will be disturbing any one."
"Who do you think you are fooling? I know what goes on at those drunken orgies."
"Then you know why I wanna go!"
"It depends."
"YES!!!" He mock punched the air as he bent his knees.
"Hold on a minute, I didn't say yes yet." She smiled as he looked at her with a wolf's grin.
"Yet, being the ticket." He walked up to her and laid an arm over her shoulder and looked in to her eyes. "So, what do I have to do, wash the car, paint the house, take some cutie of a small Towner out on a date?"
"We will discuss payment later, right now I will set the ground rules. No drinking under any circumstances. No drugs either! Be courteous to all people, and be home by eleven. And no funny stuff mister."
"Yes mother!"
Florence sighed and put her head in her hands. "I have turned in to my mother haven't I?"
"Ah don't worry about it, to me you will always be the coolest." John hugged her close and bounded for the door. "See ya Florence."
"Where are you off to, John, the party is not until next Friday?"
"Didn't I tell you? The guys are taking me out to meet the rest of the party animals and spuds." He put on a pair of sun glasses, spun around with an oh, and flipped her two thumbs up. "Check ya later babe." Then moon walked out the front door.
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7:30 pm. Wolf Lake 1986 Lake Front Party Zone. Graduation Party.
"Hey man, what's shakin'?" John joined in a group of people dancing to the song that came on the radio system set up in the back of one of the pick-up trucks that lined the parking area. He flipped up the collar to the wide shouldered, gray suit jacket as he spun. Before he knew it, he was spun around and in the arms of one of the town jocks. "My hero, now if you will unhand me, you brute, I can get back to dancing."
The man stood a good head taller than him and twice as muscled. "What are you doing here?"
"Well I was dancing until some huffed up He-man wanna be decided he wanted some action." When the guy put his hands on John's shoulders, he knocked them off with a quick slicing motion. "Hey, hands off the merchandise. This jacket is probably worth more that your whole family."
A large hand lifted John up by the back of his jacket and turned him to face the twin of his former assaulter. "You got a problem with my family, preppie?"
John waved a hand in front of his face as he scowled at the larger man. "Ever here of Tictac buddy?"
"I'll show you tictac..." As he brought his hand up to hit him, John's hand intercepted the cinder block fist, twisting it around. "Ah, god let go!"
Flashing yellow, his eyes narrowed at the big jock. "Put me down and I will consider it." As added incentive he squeezed the fist tighter. He smiled as the man put him down. "Hey Derek and Erek."
"Damn John, you been working out?"
"Oh shut up ya big pussy." John smirked as Derek glared at him over his bruised hand.
"Speakin of pussy, you been gettin some, cause you smell like it." Erek made a show of sniffing at the air around John. "Almost like you are in heat."
John shoved his face away laughing. "Yeah, me and the local alley cats. It's the aunt, she wears the most god awful smelling stuff. Like a smoke screen in the house when she heads out for a date with Mr. Blackstone. Stuff so thick you can cut it with a knife."
The twins shivered at the thought. "Man I hate it when chicks wear all that stinky shit." Derek smirked. "Just a little in the right places and I would be on her all night."
"Yeah, when the sun rise you would still be lookin for the place to put it." Another voice rang out behind them.
John slapped hands with the newcomer. "Well if it aint Mr. T."
"Shove it, drum beater." Tyler ran a hand through his long, unruly hair.
"Ouch, we got our selves a couple of chicks tonight, Derek, John is in heat, and Ty is raggin."
Derek hi fived his brother while Tyler glared.
"Oh, eat me!"
"Definitely PMS."
Tyler looked at John with big eyes fluttering. "Oh Joan, I think they are jealous."
"Why, you know, I think you are right, Taylor." John offered his arm to Tyler as 'Play That Funky Music' was put on the stereo. "I think they are playin our song, care to dance?"
"Loved too dear."
Much to the shock of Derek and Erek, Tyler and John started to shake to and move to the music as they grew closer. As the refrain started again, John turned around and shook his ass, which promptly got a slap from Tyler. Their antics started to draw a crowd of giggling girls and laughing guys. When the song finally ended John was grabbed one of the girls off to his side as Tyler was grabbed by another.
"Why Taylor, Hun, you dance just divine."
"Oh I could never be as good as you Joan dear."
"Fine, be that way, I will simply dance with Ms. Sex on Legs." He growled at Tyler then walked off dancing while the blonde led him off.
Tyler assumed a shocked look as Ruby lead him off. "He left me. That bitch left me for some cheap floozy. I feel so used." He laughed as Ruby whispered something in his ear and led him off in the woods alone.
Derek turned to Erek with a identical stunned expression as his brother's. "What the hell just happened here?"
"I think we have been had."
"I really do hate those two some times."
"Some times?"
"Okay alot."
"Me too. Me too."
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3:30 am. Sherman Blackstone residence. Night of the Mating. 2002
Tyler looked at the man incredously. "Are you telling me I knew John Kanin back while I was a Junior in high school?"
"Yes, well the last two weeks of it any ways. After that party, you never saw him again until three months ago when he came back into town on the trail of your wife." Sherman watched Tyler turn red again. "Even then you two had something going on. You just never realized it."
"I like girls! I am not a homo!"
"So says you, Tyler. But what does your heart say?"
"It says John got whatever he deserved."
"Are you really sure about that, may be if you found out why you never saw him again, you might think differently."
Tyler snorted as he crossed his arms and looked out the window. "Doubt that."
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10:55 pm. Wolf Lake 1986 Lake Front Party Zone. Graduation Party.
"I said get your fuckin hands off me!"
"Oh what's the matter, I aint good enough for a little bitch like you?"
"No, now get the hell away from me." John tried to walk back to the party but the larger man held him flush against the tree. He had already sent the girl back to the party when the college student had cornered them in the small grove making out. "I am warning you, get your fucking hands off me."
"Oh what are you gonna do, call your boy friend? Give it up baby, I already know how you like it. Dressing like a man, kissing on the girls, I got your number you dyke."
John felt his anger well up inside as he stared at the man with hate filled eyes. "I am not a woman!"
"Sure you ain't sweet heart, I am the fucking tooth fairy. Now quit struggling and I will show you what a man feels like."
His world turned yellow as the man turned him around and slammed him forwards in to the tree head first. Before he knew what was happening, his pant's were around his ankles and the man was inside of him. Something was wrong, besides being taken by the fucking rapist. He was being raped in a place that should not have existed. John tried to scream, but got slammed in to the tree face first again.
A few minutes of fear, pain, and the shock of being violated in a hole up until ten minutes ago did not exist, later, John felt the guy come inside of him. The semen caused the tears inside him to sting from the salts. He screamed this time dispite {despite and take out the 'of'}of the head beating. The rapist pulled out and slammed him three more times in to the hardwood tree before taking off back towards the parking area.
John slid to the ground shaking as blood poured down his face and several parts of his face swelled. In shock, he pulled on his pants and tried to stand. He fell in to the strong arms of Erek {Eric}. The twins tried to get something out of him, but all he could say was raped, and college guy. Before he passed out, John told them to take him to Sherman's, for that was where his aunt was.
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3:45 am. Wolf Lake Sherman Blackstone residence. Night of the Mating. 2002
Tyler stared at the group with shock. He couldn't believe that something like this had happened and he didn't remember. "Where did you learn all this shit?"
"That, my dear Tyler, is what I was just about to get to."
"If this is all true, how come I don't remember any of it, either?" Matt looked at Sherman with wide questioning eyes.
Vivian and Buddy nodded their agreement.
Looking up at the ceiling, Sherman muttered about children. "Let me explain something for Tyler first. John is my child, my only child. You are aware that I have certain, how shall I put it, abilities that none other posses outside my own. John inherited some of these abilities, but not the ones you might think. His abilities only manifest themselves in times of emotional trauma, and when they do, he never remembers their use. Example, the following."
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12:00 am Sherman Blackstone residence. 1986.
"Sherman, did you hear that?"
"Relax my dear, who ever it is will go away." The sound of knocking increased before the sound of the door busting open took over. "Or maybe not. Wait here while I deal with our uninvited guests." Belting up his robe, Sherman headed out in to the living room with his bat. His bat was dropped immediately at the sight that greeted him.
Derek and Erek laid the shaking John on the couch as his body shook with sobs and pain.
"What happened? Why is he here?"
Erek moved out of the way so that Sherman could see John's face. His face was scrunched up in middle of the change, eyes yellow.
"By the gods, what happened?" In an instant he was at John's side.
"One of the fuckers from the college kids got him alone and raped 'em. We don't know who it was, but when Erek went to get are truck, the entire group had left. So we think they know." Derek was visibly shaking from rage as he held his friend's tensed body. "We are going to get them for this, right?"
Sherman looked down at the familiar face of his only child and nodded his head in agreement. "They will pay for this, later. For right now, we need to get him to the black out room. The atmosphere in there might help ease the pain from the change and the trauma." Quickly the two boy followed Sherman with John leaning on their shoulders. "Set him in the tall grasses on the hill, I will get my bag."
He didn't wait for them to acknowledge his orders. Rushing in to the bedroom he looked accusingly down on the woman in his bed. "I thought I told you to make sure he never came back."
Florence sat up wrapping the sheet around her. "It was only for the summer, he needed some time away from the city and didn't want to spend the it in the wilderness of Canada. Why, what's wrong?"
"He flipped, that's what's wrong, or at least only the beginning."
She took in his haunted look as he fished out a medical bag and supplies. "What happened?" When she got no response, she got out of bed and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Please tell me."
Sherman stopped his movements and lowered his head. "According to his friends, some college kids from out of town were at the party. One of them got him alone and raped him. I don't know the extent of the damage, or all of what happened. I do know the trauma has forced the change upon him. Right now he is in the black out room with Derek and Erek ."
"My god, is there any thing I can do to help?"
"Please alert Willard Cates that we have a situation on our hands." Sherman stood with a new resolve set on his shoulders and marched out of the room to tend the one he had sired. The short trek to the Black out room was one of the longest in his life. His only son was in there now, in pain, and there was nothing he could do about it except help him through it. He wanted to lash out at the person who did this, to destroy all those who stood in his way of achieving that goal. One way or another that bastard would pay for harming his child.
Outside the door he steeled himself for the person with in. He had to be caring yet dispassionate. He couldn't let the one person who mattered most in this world know he cared. After a few more calming breaths, he entered the room only to be shocked by what he saw. A nude John was standing in the middle of the room looking down at his reflection in the creek. What caused Sherman to start, was not the nudity, but the resemblance to his mother, or should he say, her mother.
Derek and Erek were off to the side staring in shock as John turned this way and that in front of the moon lit water. His hands wouldn't even go near that... that... that orifice. Orifice, sounded like the Greek god of tragical musics and plays. This was one hell of a tragedy all right.
"John?"
John startled at his name and assumed a defensive crouch.
Walking slowly down the stairs, hands in a calming position, Sherman tried to calm the boy. "Easy John, we aren't going to hurt you."
He sniffed the air as Sherman came nearer. With a snort, John dismissed the presence of Sherman and went back to looking at his reflection. John barely acknowledged when Sherman stood next to him.
"See something you like, Narcissus?"
A bored expression crossed his features as he laid on the grasses, curling in on himself. He sniffed the new hole a few times, then lowered his head to the grass and fell asleep. Every time Sherman tried to get near, he would bare his teeth and growl at the older man. After a time the elder Indian gave up and walked back to the steps.
Willard Cates and the Twins were waiting for him. Florence was notably absent. As he climbed the stairs he shook his head. "John won't let me examine him. I don't know the extent of the damage caused by the rapist."
"Rest assured Sherman, we will have all our pack on this by..."
"No!"
Willard stared at the elder in shock. "Why not?"
"For several reasons, your position as pack alpha has yet to be accepted is one of them."
"It is only a matter of time."
"Yes, but we both know how bloody these deals are. I will not have you subject my son to that." Shock was evident on the faces of the three men, which cause Sherman to realize his mistake. In emotional out burst, he had revealed something he never planned on letting any one know. "John is my child, my only child. His mother died shortly after giving birth to him, I had Florence Kanin send him to her adopted brother's. They had been looking for a child, I needed to get John out of here, and it worked out perfectly. That is until he came to spend this summer with his aunt."
"Why?"
"Why send him away? Take one look at your family and tell me why not."
"I would never give up my child!" Willard turned a dark glare on Sherman.
"Yes, you would raise him in a place that might get him killed. I cared enough to send him away from this, for a few reasons, including because I could not take care of him. Would you have him suffer for my mistakes?"
Willard looked away from the accusing stare, only to watch as John resettled on the ground. "I'm sorry, Sherman, I had no right to judge."
"You're right, you don't." Sherman too, watched his son. "Neither do I for that matter. So far the only changes are in his obvious gender switch, his nose, and a pair of pointed, hairy tipped ears. Whether they are permanent is another question. My guess is when the damage from Trauma has been healed, he will revert to being normal care free John."
The alpha nodded. "So will he remember?"
"No, his mind is in animal mode right now, if he remembered the rape I would be surprised. To his animal brain, the rape was a normal act of reproduction, an alpha male taking his bitch in heat." Two croaks made him face the twins. "What is so funny?"
"Erek here was making a comment about all the perfume he had clinging to him from his aunt Florence."
Sherman turned away as his eyes glowed yellow. "Yes, Florence. I will deal with her insubordinate behavior myself. Willard, boys, no one must ever know of this, you understand me?"
All three gave their acknowledgements as they left the room and John with it.
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5:00 am. Night of the Mating. Sherman Blackstone residence. 2002
"So in answer to your question Tyler, two days later, Willard was in control of the pack after what happened to be one of the bloodiest dominance struggles we have ever had. Not only did you loose your father in that fight, but Derek and Erek lost their entire family, including each other. That left only three people who knew about this."
Sherman paused to let it all sink in for the group before he continued. By this time they all had lost, thoughtful expressions on their faces. Tyler's was the only blank one.
"And so to continue, Willard made good on his word. Two weeks later to the date, I received a newspaper clipping about a car accident that claimed the lives of six college students. The kid and his friends that were also responsible. Turns out a few of them had rape cases against them that still have yet to be resolved." He said the last with a smug smile.
"And now on to Florence. She had a devil of a time trying to make it up to me. But in the end, we made good. She was the only one John would let near him, so that lessoned her sentence considerably. But this is not the end of the story. It was seventy-three days to the incident that another revelation happened."
The others in the room gave him their complete and undivided attention. "It was one of the best and worst days of my life, ranked right up there with the day I found out I was going to be a father, and the day I became a father."
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12:31 pm. 1986, Sherman Blackstone Residence. Seventy-three days after the party.
"He has been avoiding me for the past two days Sherman, I am starting to get worried. Every time he senses me coming near, he flees to the cave. If I try to go inside he tries to attack me. Do you think this has to do with the weight gain?"
"Probably, at first I thought it was just from lack of exercise and over eating, but now I am not so sure." Sherman entered the Black out room carefully. He looked around and noted how silent everything was. "John? Florence, when was the last time you saw him?"
"Last night, at about ten he suddenly went in to the cave and didn't come back out, I stood there and waited for six hours. When he didn't come, I figured he had noticed me watching and fled my sight. When he hadn't eaten his food by the time I checked and set out more at noon, I knew something was wrong. I called you immediately, as you instructed." She was wringing her hands in frustration as they walked down the stairs. "Please let him be all right."
As she finished, a shrill scream rang out from the cave followed by the cries of a small animal. Both ran to the cave as fast as their legs would carry them. By the time they arrived the cries and screaming had stopped. Sherman paused mid stepped as he looked at his son. Slowly he crept up to John who only paused for a moment in his cleaning the new born, to look at him, sniff the air, snort then went back to licking clean his child while the other suckled greedily from his nipple.
"John?"
The boy stopped cleaning the baby, and looked up at Sherman again with still yellow eyes.
"I'll take that as a no." Sherman smiled as John finished cleaning his son, and set him up to feed. "Twin boys," he told Florence as he came back out. Shadows fell over his happy face as he looked back in the cave. "He is male again, and in a few days, he will be whole once more. John is too young to take care of them, and he won't be producing milk for much longer."
"What are we going to do?"
"This should never have happened. You are going to correct your mistake. When he goes to sleep, you will take the children and leave Wolf Lake. The only alternative is death for them and him." He glared at her shocked reaction. "You know no human can learn of us."
"But why, John isn't human."
"He is too. This never happened! John was never here, and you have just had twin boys. You can't take care of John any more so he is going to spend the rest of his summer with his parents while you are recovering with your friend in Florida."
Florence lowered her head as she nodded. She hated herself and him for this, but knew it was the only way. The boys were human, and would remain so, all three of them. "I'll go pack my bags and call his parents."
"You do that. I will tell Willard, and make the arrangements with the town doctor. Congratulations Florence, it's a boy." With out another word to each other, they walked out of the room and out of the other's life.
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6:00 am Sherman Black Stone residence, early morning after mating. 2002
"You heartless bastard!"
Sherman shook his head yes. "That I am, Vivian, that I am. But it was the only way, we all know it was."
"You are still a bastard." She looked away from him as tears streamed down her cheeks. Matt pulled her in to his arms.
"What about the boys?" Luke finally spoke as he saw no one else would.
"Florence and they left for Florida the next day. John was sedated for three days because he tried to kill her and the Doctor. When he awoke in the hospital, his parents were there to greet him, the last thing he remembered was being told he would spend the summer with his aunt. They were told he was in a car accident while driving Florence to the hospital to give birth."
"So John has two boys living in Florida with out his knowledge?" Buddy smirked at the idea. A quelling look from Vivian made him stop.
"No, eleven years ago Valentines day, several fires swept through central and southern Florida. I was on the phone with her trying to calm her down enough to tell her to get out of there when I heard the boys screaming. The line went dead a moment later. Her entire house was ash and melted metal. Nothing survived the heat of the blaze, not even the copper pipes which were puddles of steaming ooze when the fire trucks arrived three days later. They recovered a tooth that was identified as that of Florence from the area where the kitchen had been.
"Willard, the town doctor, and I were the only ones who knew the truth. The Doctor died of old age three years later. And Willard died four months ago. I thought that that was the end of it. Then John comes to town on the trail of Ruby, and all these old memories came flooding back. A month ago he was exposed to her blood and the latent genes in his body mixed with it creating the new white wolf. So John is my son, and he is carrying your pups Tyler."
Tyler looked thoughtful for a moment as the others stared at him. "Where is John," he asked in a low voice.
"With the other pack."
All eyes turned back to Sherman again. "What other pack?"
"The original pack, Mrs. Cates. From whom all others are descended. My pack." Sherman sighed as they started to question him all at once. 'I guess this is a night where all my secrets are revealed. Oh well, I hope they treat him well, good night my son, wherever you are.'
THE END......................