SOULBOUND ‡ FERAL
By Wes Leigh
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"In the end," Callum said, his voice soft, gentle, "it all
comes back to you. You protect them [your pack], you love them, you live for
them, and someday, you die. That's what it means, Bryn-girl, to be what we are
[to be Alpha]. It's lonely. It's impossible. It's all-consuming. It is what it
is."
-- From Trial by Fire by Jennifer Lynn Barnes
Andreas patted Connor's shoulder with pride. "You picked up
driving fast, lad. I'm pleased with how well you did. You can use the truck
from now on. Run errands for your Ma and me. The sooner you get the hang of it,
the better, because you'll be using the truck to go to school this fall."
Connor slowed to a stop in front of the Lodge and turned off
the engine. The old Dodge rumbled a bit and then shuddered into silence. "School?"
"Aye," Andreas replied. "All the lads attend. They'll watch
over you and show you where to go."
"But? What do they do in school?"
"Teach you about the world. About reading and writing. About
math and other things you need in a modern world."
Connor shrugged. "Don't need those things. I know how to
hunt and that's all I need to know."
Andreas chuckled. "If only that were true, lad. There's a
sight more to the world than livin' for the hunt, and
you'll need to know it if you're going to lead the Pack one day. I've no doubt
you'll pick it up fast. You're a bright lad. Gabi will teach you to read and
give you some of the basics. I'll teach you to deal with those damned—" Andreas
paused and clamped down on the growl that tried to escape his chest. "I'll
teach you other things. This weekend. You need to know how to deal with the creatures
you'll encounter there."
It sounded like torture to Connor. Sitting in a room all
day. Hearing people drone on and on about things he didn't want to learn. And
all the time sniffing the winds for danger. He really didn't want to do all
this, and he wasn't sure we wanted to lead the Pack one day, not if this was
what he had to endure.
He'd much rather be running through the forest on all fours
with his mates.
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"She likes you," Donny said with a smirk.
"Who?" Connor asked.
"Deb." Donny nodded toward the tall, sandy-haired girl.
"Deborah Murphy."
"Caleb's sister?"
"Aye. She's a lanky bitch. As horny as her brother, too. She'd
be a good mate for you."
Connor glanced over at the Deborah, who was pretending not
to stare and doing a poor job at it. Connor snorted and said, "I don't want a
mate."
"You have to have a mate, Connor."
"Why?"
"Well ... to have pups."
"You give her pups. I've seen you sniffing around her tail
with your cock hard. I don't want to mate her."
Donny frowned. "It doesn't work that way. You don't
understand."
"Then explain it to me."
Donny shifted uncomfortably. "The Pack needs an Alpha, and
the Alpha needs a Mate. Together, they lead the Pack."
"You and I can lead the Pack."
Donny laughed. "I'll be your beta, but I can't be your
mate."
"Why not?"
"I can't have pups!" Donny replied, as if that answered
everything.
"I'll be Alpha," Connor said, pointing at his chest with his
thumb. "You be my beta, and you give her pups to raise for both of us."
Donny shook his head, chuckling. "I don't think the Pack
will let us do that. Don't you want to mate her? She's got a nice ass."
Connor looked over at Deborah again. Aisling was now
standing next to Deborah, and they were both grinning at him, no longer
bothering to hide their interest.
"Caleb has a better ass," Connor said, grinning. "I'd rather
mount him."
Donny shrugged. "You can mount Caleb any time you want. He'll
let you. And as soon as the oldies allow it, Deborah will let you mount her
too, I reckon."
"I don't want to mount her," Connor insisted.
Donny snorted. "You will, my friend. Sooner or later, you
will." Donny's eyes opened wide in
surprise when he saw Connor pulling his shirt over his head. With a quick flick of his wrist, Connor
tossed the shirt at Donny, striking him in the face, and Connor's pants soon
followed. Donny tossed the clothes aside
to find Connor standing naked in front of him.
"Last one in the river is a shaggy mountain goat!" Connor
said with a grin. Then he turned and ran down the grassy slope, changing into an
enormous red wolf and flying down the slope.
The rest of the boys whooped and began stripping off their
clothes, following Connor's lead.
Deborah and the other young bitches watched, wanting to join
the boys, but knowing the oldies wouldn't approve. They couldn't go swimming
with the boys, but it was fun watching them strip down and run off. Especially
Connor. He had muscles on top of muscles, and Deborah thought he was one of the
sexiest wolves she'd ever smelled.
Nearing the river bank, Connor leaped into the air and
shifted from wolf to wolfboy to naked teen, while
still in mid-leap, landing in the cool river waters with a mighty splash. The
other boys landed all around him, laughing and shouting. The next few moments
were a free-for-all of splashing, dunking, and wrestling, with most of them
ganging up on Connor and finding he wasn't an easy wolf to submerge. Somehow,
despite their combined efforts, he always managed to slip away, laughing at
their puny efforts. When they couldn't shove him under the water, they gave up
and began dunking each other.
Connor enjoyed the wet rough-housing, but his mind was still
on the conversation he'd had with Donny. `Sooner or later, you will,' Donny had
insisted, firm in his belief that Connor would want to mate with Deborah or
Aisling or one of the other bitches. Connor wasn't convinced. In fact, he was
almost certain he didn't want that. He saw how Donny and Ethan got boners when
the girls were around, and Connor could smell the pheromones coming off both
the boys and the girls. Obviously, they were all old enough to feel the urge to
mate, but Connor didn't feel that urge at all. At least, not with the bitches. His
dreams were often filled with heated rutting, but the one beneath him,
accepting him, wasn't Deborah or Aisling or any of the female lycans. He didn't know who it was. His dreams were fuzzy
and unclear, but the body beneath him was always pale and hairless and
masculine.
Donny landed on Connor's back with a roar and knocked him
from his feet momentarily, forcing Connor to stop daydreaming and fight back. In
the wild melee that followed, Connor was able to push his concerns about mating
aside while he dealt with the powerful young lycan
who was determined to shove him under the water. Ethan joined Donny, and
together, the strong blonde teens forced Connor beneath the river's surface,
shouting in triumph. Their glee was short-lived when Connor burst up out of the
water and dunked them both in rapid succession.
Connor stood waist-deep in the water, his muscular arms
raised over his head in victory, and howled. It was good to be alpha.
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Red and blue lights flashed behind them.
"Shit!" Donny exclaimed. "Pull over, Connor."
"Why?" Connor asked.
Ethan looked behind them. "It's a sheriff's SUV. You'd
better do what Donny says, Connor."
Connor slowed down and pulled off to the side of road,
stopping the truck and killing the engine.
The SUV pulled in behind them and stopped. The door opened
and a deputy sheriff climbed out, adjusting his hat as he approached, footsteps
crunching in the gravel. When he reached the open driver's window, he glanced
inside and saw that none of the boys were wearing seat belts.
"License, registration, and proof of insurance please."
Donny leaned forward and looked at the deputy. "You know we
ain't got none of those, Jonas."
"You know the law requires all three, Donny," the young deputy
replied, frowning.
"Since when?" Donny asked, defiant.
Jonas Kipling sighed. Just what he needed. Another fucking
confrontation with the mountain boys. He didn't recognize the one driving, but
he knew the other two, Donny and Ethan McCoy. It wasn't the first time he'd
pulled over one of the mountain boys for driving without seatbelts, without a
driver's license, without registration or insurance or anything else you had to
have to operate a vehicle in this state, but no matter how many tickets he gave
them, nothing ever changed. The Sheriff always tore up the tickets, and the
mountain people kept violating the law.
Well, not today. Not on his watch. Today, someone was going
to jail.
"Get out of the truck and put your hands behind your back,"
Jonas ordered.
"What? What the fuck, Jonas?" Donny shouted. "What are you
doing?"
Jonas stepped back and put his hand on his service pistol. "Get
out of the vehicle NOW!" he shouted.
Connor didn't understand. He didn't know who this man was,
but he smelled the fear in him. And Connor saw the alarm in Donny's eyes and
felt the anxiety emanating from Ethan. His wolf brain screamed danger, causing
his hackles to rise and a deep growl to rumble up from his chest.
Jonas heard the ominous snarl from the muscular kid behind
the wheel. It was the sound of eminent death. His knees began to shake. His
bladder spasmed and filled his pants with warm liquid.
Connor glanced at the deputy. He sniffed. He looked down and
saw the deputy's pants turning dark at the crotch and down one leg. He blinked
in surprise.
Jonas gulped and turned, walking stiff-legged back to his
cruiser. He fumbled with the door, trying to get it open, and finally yanked on
the handle. Jerking the door open, he jumped behind the wheel, slammed the door
shut, and started the vehicle. The SUV peeled
out, narrowly missing the Dodge pickup as he drove off.
"What the fuck got into him?" Donny asked.
Ethan looked at Connor, grinned, and patted Connor's arm. "You
scared the piss out of him, Connor."
"I guess I did. What do we do now?" Connor asked.
"Head on into town and get the supplies your pa wanted." Donny
motioned for Connor to start up the truck and pull back onto the road.
Connor started the truck moving again and asked, "What the
hell was that all about?"
"No big deal," Donny replied. "Jonas is a dick. He was
always an arrogant fuck in school, talking shit to us younger kids, and when he
graduated last year and became a deputy sheriff, he just got worse."
"Yeah," Ethan agreed, "He's always pulling us over and
telling us we're breaking the law. Like we care."
"Breaking the law?" Connor asked with a frown.
"Yeah. Human law. They have to have special papers to drive
around and own a car and everything," Donny explained. "Hell, they probably
have to get a permit to take a piss on the side of the road."
The other boys laughed. "Humans are quivering rabbits,"
Ethan added. "They don't know what it means to live free."
"Yeah," Donny added. "Your pa has talked to the Sheriff
about this a few times. The Sheriff knows the Pack has its own rules, and
Andreas Finnigan is the one who decides what those rules are, not some scared
rabbit of a human up in the state capital. Don't worry none about Jonas. We'll
talk to your pa when we get back and he'll make sure Jonas leaves you alone
from now on."
Connor drove on, his mind in turmoil. It was so much simpler
when he was running alone through the forest, a pack of one.
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Sean Allen adjusted Connor's shoulder pads, tightening the
strap on the right side slightly. Then he stood back and watched as Donny
helped Connor pull the jersey down over the pads and into place.
"Why do I have to wear these?" Connor asked.
"To protect you from hits," Sean explained, picking up his
coach's playbook.
"I never needed all this when we played on the grass in
front of the Lodge."
"You lads weren't hitting each other as hard as these boys
will."
Connor frowned. "Donny hits me hard when he's trying to
tackle me. All the boys do. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes we break a bone, but
it always heals quick, and we're back to hitting each other a minute later."
Sean threw up his hands exasperated. "You have to wear the
pads and uniform, Connor. Everyone wears it during a game."
"But why? It itches. And it's pinching me all over."
Sean picked up a helmet and slid it down over Connor's head.
Then he knocked on the helmet with his knuckles. "You're a werewolf. You may
not need this gear. But the human kids do, and if they have to wear it, so do
you."
Connor tugged the helmet off and tucked it under his
arm. He didn't want to wear it until he
absolutely had to. He followed Coach Sean
and Donny and the other boys out of the field house onto the grass of the
football stadium. They were scrimmaging the team from Allentown. They called
themselves the Mustangs. Connor knew his team was called the Agony Cougars. Should
be an easy battle, he thought. Cougars can mangle mustangs any day.
Connor looked up in the stands. There were a few people
sitting around, talking. It was only a scrimmage, so few students had come out.
Most of those in the stands were parents of the players.
But not all. Near the top of the stands, Connor saw several
boys dressed in black. There was something odd about them. Something that made
his eyes narrow and his hackles quiver. Then he noticed one boy in particular. A
tall, thin lad with dark, wavy hair, pale skin, and handsome features. The boy
was standing there, holding a trumpet, talking to the other boys in black, but
his eyes were focused on Connor. They were black, like the night sky, like his
raven hair, and they seemed to draw Connor in.
Donny saw where Connor was looking and whispered, "Blooded. Don't
know why they're here. Wish they'd piss off."
Up in the bleachers, Xavier lifted his trumpet to his lips
and blew a few test notes. But his mind wasn't on the music at all, but on the
large teen with the dark red hair and the cute dimples. There was something
about him that made Xavier want to know more about him.
Xavier felt a sharp elbow in his side. Turning, he saw
Gregor grinning at him.
"What are you doing, Xavier?" Gregor asked, with a leer.
"Nothing," Xavier replied. "Just watching the team come out
on the field."
Gregor grinned. "I didn't know footballers were your type."
Xavier frowned at Gregor. "I don't have a type,
Gregor. Let's go." Xavier placed his trumpet back in its case and snapped it
shut. Then he stood up and motioned for Gregor to follow him down the
bleachers.
Connor watched them go. He'd never actually met one of the
Blooded before, unless you counted the ones who had killed his parents. These two
didn't look all that dangerous. They looked like regular kids, like any other
teenager going to school in Agony. Only cuter.
Coach Sean blew his whistle and called the team to huddle
up. "Okay, lads. It's just a scrimmage, so I'm going to give you all a chance
to play positions you don't normally play. Connor, we'll keep you on defense,
since it's all new to you, but I want to try you at linebacker and defensive
end, maybe safety."
Connor blinked. He remembered the positions, and he
remembered Coach's orders. "Don't go wolf. Bring your powers just to the
surface, but keep the wolf inside. Whoever has the football is prey. Hunt them
down and drop them to the ground. Don't kill `em. Just
stop `em."
It was still very confusing. He hated the way the gear
squeezed every part of his body. He didn't like having the strange boys
watching him from the stands. He wanted to rip the pads and uniform off his
body and run naked out onto the field, slashing right and left and throwing
these mustangs to the ground, then turn and lope through the stands, tearing apart
any Blooded he found there and leaving their steaming carcasses to rot.
Coach Sean shouted, "Hands in." Connor watched, confused, as
his teammates leaned forward with one arm extended, screaming, "COUGARS!"
Why couldn't he just be a feral wolf?
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Andreas loaded sleeping bags and camping gear into the bed
of the old Dodge pickup. They wouldn't need food. He planned to hunt with
Connor once they reached the campsite. There was a small herd of whitetail that
called the area home, so they'd have plenty to eat.
"Connor!" he shouted. "You ready to go?"
Connor ran out of the house, eager and excited. A weekend
out in the wild. Hunting with Pa as wolves. No school. No football. No Blooded.
Just the forest and the prey. "Yeah, Pa. Ma gave me this." He held up a bag
filled with sandwiches made with thick slices of juicy beef on homemade rolls. "For
the drive up."
Andreas nodded. He opened the driver's side door and
motioned for Connor to get in. "You're drivin'."
With Connor behind the wheel, Andreas called out the route, selecting
a winding mountain road that led deep into the wilds behind the Lodge. The road
took them into a dense forest, up the side of a mountain, and to a dead end
near the peak. They could go no further.
"We'll leave the truck here and hike the rest of the way
in," Andreas explained, climbing out of the truck and reaching into the bed for
a sleeping bag and a large sack.
Connor picked up the rest of the gear and followed Andreas
down a narrow trail that led into a deep crevice.
As they followed the narrow track, Andreas explained. "The Silvermanes settled here in Agony back in 1920. It was the
perfect community for our Pack. Remote. Isolated. People kept to themselves and
tended to their own affairs. We found places out in the country, like the
Lodge, and we made a home for ourselves. We didn't bother the humans and they
didn't bother us. We hunted wild game, which satisfied our appetites and left
the humans alive, so everyone came out ahead."
Andreas turned back and smiled at Connor. Connor grinned to
show he understood his pa's dark humor.
Andreas stopped smiling and said, "In 1940, another group of
creatures showed up. The Blooded. They moved into town and began taking over,
buying up stores and homes, making it clear they were here to stay. It turns
out Agony, North Dakota, was perfect for them too. Out of the way, with a small
human population they could control." Andreas snarled and added, "They didn't
know we were here already, and when they found out, it was too late to back
off. The battle lines were drawn, and our two clans settled into an uneasy
truce."
The path opened up a bit, so Connor moved up next to
Andreas. "The Blooded? What are they? Another pack?"
Andreas shook his head. "Not a pack. No, we'd be able to
negotiate hunting territory with another pack. But there's no negotiation with
the Blooded. They're our ancient enemies, always seeking to destroy us. If they
catch a wolf alone, they'll kill him."
Connor stopped, tears coming unbidden to his eyes.
Andreas paused and turned. "What is it, lad?"
Connor sniffed. "Is that what happened to my parents? Did
the Blooded kill them?"
Andreas nodded his head slowly. "Most likely, yes. I can't
prove it, lad, but it has all the marks of an attack by the Blooded."
Connor gritted his teeth and asked, "What are they?"
Andreas looked Connor directly in the eye. "Our ancient enemies.
Vampires."
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Connor lay on top of his sleeping bag, staring into the deep
vastness of the sky. The stars were pinpoints of twinkling light, spread across
the heavens. They were his friends, his faithful companions. Never talking. Simply
shining down on a lonely boy hiding in the woods, silently running from those
who would kill him. The Blooded. Vampires. Filthy assassins.
Connor couldn't sleep. Andreas' words still tumbled around
in Connor's mind.
"They will always be our foe. If we can kill them, we will. If
they get a chance to kill us, they take it. They are fast, able to jump through
space from one place to another, so we have learned to track them down without
engaging them. Then, when we are within striking range, we leap and sink our
fangs. They cannot jump away when our teeth penetrate their flesh. That is when
we have the advantage. We are stronger, more deadly. But they are deadly too,
with terrible fangs and talons they use to defend themselves. You must teach
the pups to work together, Connor. To hunt as a pack. To leap upon a vampire
and bring it down, then to rend it. That is how a werewolf kills a vampire.
With his pack. It's our destiny, Connor. That is your destiny. One
day, you will lead the pack. And then it will be your duty to protect the pack
from the Blooded."
Connor stared up at the stars, unblinking. He hadn't asked
for this destiny. He didn't want it. Not the leadership of the Pack with all
the demands it would make of him. Not a future mate with litters of pups and
the responsibilities they would place on him. Not school, locked in a building
all day. Not football, wrapped in armor for battle. None of it. He was a feral
wolf, captured by the Pack and tamed, but his heart refused to be caged.
Connor rolled off the sleeping bag and stripped off his
clothes. Walking away, he transformed into a wolf and ran.
The end of SOULBOUND ‡
FERAL, Chapter Five