“And here I thought being a werewolf was going to be fun. Where is the fun in any of this? I either do what I’m told or I die. I thought being out here with you guys meant that I would finally get to do a little of my own thing. WRONG! Where is all the freedom?”
Nicolas got up and stalked toward one of the empty buildings. It looked like he was going to kick it, or punch it, or something, but then he thought better of it and simply placed both of his claws on the stone and scratched downward, creating a harsh resonate tone that rang out into the quiet. William watched as Nicolas seemed to collapse against the wall. If it hadn’t been for the wall he would have fallen over.
William watched as Nicolas turned around and began laughing as he sank down to sit with his back against the building. Nicolas called out across the street, “So much for the call of the wild, heh William?” Nicolas looked at the group of standing werewolves. He focused on Charles. “More like the call of the military, right Charles?” He lowered his gaze to Katherine who still hadn’t moved from her place on the street through all that had happened. “Hey Kate, maybe you and I should leave these losers and start our own pack, you know, have a couple abomination hell spawn pups and live out our lives worshipping Satan. Having blood orgies and killing people inside our house inside the ritual pentagrams we have carved into the floor of our attic.” Katherine moved her attention over to the vulgarities that Nicolas was spewing. “Isn’t that what werewolf cults do in all the movies? Besides we’d never have a problem luring idiots to our den for sacrifice with the pair of tits you got on you, well at least when your human anyway.” Katherine raised herself off the cold stone floor. Nicolas followed her with his eyes. “Who couldn’t you seduce to follow you? Who cares if it means their death? They’ll be happy at least for a little while.”
Katherine moved toward Nicolas. It was a strange thing to watch. Katherine wasn’t in a hurry to get to Nicolas at least that’s what it looked like to William. But something in her posture said that even if a brick wall appeared in her footsteps, it wouldn’t stop her from reaching Nicolas. She stopped, standing about two feet away but somehow still managed to appear as if she was standing directly over the slumped form of the blonde werewolf. Nicolas had to crane his neck back to see the face of Katherine as she stood over him. William watched as she gently reached down and heaved Nicolas up by the arms. She rested the blonde against the wall of the cold stone building. She stood there not speaking just looking at Nicolas.
William had a weird feeling run though him then like he was witnessing the moment in the movie where two lovers finally realize that they love each other and throw each other against a wall and start fucking each other right there in the street. I guess it’s even sexier if it’s raining in those types of scenes. William had a sudden disgusting feeling in his gut and he wanted to turn around but he couldn’t look away from the bizarre thing he was now witnessing between Katherine and Nicolas. It almost seemed like Katherine was petting Nicolas.
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Katherine lifted her hand from Nicolas’ shoulders. She lowered it ever so gently toward his abdomen and slammed her suddenly balled fist into Nicolas’ relaxed gut. The blonde let out a heave as he doubled over onto the supporting frame of Katherine. She bounced him off her shoulder and slammed her fist across his face. This sent him crashing back into the wall. Katherine stood, her body still as she watched Nicolas crumple to the ground in front of her. William noticed that her claws were still balled up into fists. She remained standing like a statue made of iron. Katherine unclenched her claws. She looked down at the slumping form in front of her. She dropped to her haunches and leaned in very close to Nicolas. Katherine’s lips moved making sounds that only Nicolas could hear. The slumping werewolf’s demeanor didn’t change at all. He sat listening to whatever Katherine was telling him.
She stood up from her place on the street. She turned straight toward Aceso. Her vision didn’t waver, and her head made no movement anywhere else other than the black and white werewolf standing in the middle of the street amidst Charles and William. William noticed that Aceso hadn’t moved during the spectacle that had just taken place, but she had relaxed a little bit in her stance. The posture reminded him of Ares. The way he would stand in a room with casual ease, ready to kill in a split second if needed. Aceso stood with a little bit of that posture and grace now.
Katherine walked past them down the street that would eventually lead them to the grassy area that surrounded the cavern forest. She said in a loud enough voice so they could hear her, “We’d better go. Night will be here soon.” Her head had not moved a fraction of an inch to either side as she hunched down on all fours and sprang off down the street.
William looked at Aceso. She didn’t seem too concerned about what had just happened to Nicolas. “Get up,” she called over to the still crumpled werewolf.
Nicolas’ eyes lifted up to Aceso. “I don’t have to follow you. You’re not my alpha, remember.” Nicolas looked like a petulant child to William and he found his hatred for the blonde werewolf growing exponentially by the second.
Aceso turned toward Charles. “Charles if he doesn’t get up will you break both his legs and carry him back to the den.”
Charles nodded. “I think that can be arranged.”
William watched as Charles took a half a dozen steps toward Nicolas. When Charles got halfway between Aceso and Nicolas, the blonde werewolf nearly jumped up from his lounging position against the wall. “Keep your black ass away from me, Charles.” Nicolas spared a few moments massaging his jaw and abdomen. “I can find my own way back, you know. I’m a big boy, I can read and write too.”