Chapter 10: Howls
“You're
alive...”
My brother isn't just alive though. He's
flourishing. In stature he's as big as Walid. He's just as hairy as
Walid as well. His forearms and upper chest are springing with coarse
manly hair. His actual hair has grown...in the usual Butler way. It
falls down his back in springing curls much like India's did.
I feel like I'm seeing a ghost. My mouth is left open so long that the cold air enters it and dries it the fuck out.
“I survived the fight with Walid,” he said, “Real talk...I barely survived...but I survived. Mayorga nursed me back to life in the mountains...hiding me.”
Mayorga lied to me.
He lied and said that Walid killed my brother. Why would he do such a
thing?
I turn to Mayorga. The boy is handsome. I have to
admit. I can see how my brother is attracted to him. Hell. I can see
how my brother and Walid fought over him. He's attractive, quiet and
masculine in his own way. As Qadir talks Mayorga shifts into the
background. It's clear who the alpha is in this little group that
they have.
“I can't
believe it,” I can say.
“I had to
protect him,” Mayorga replies, “I love...your brother. If
Walid knew he was still alive he'd pursue us even harsher. The only
reason Walid hasn't really killed me yet is because he has a soft
spot for me...”
A soft spot? A little jealousy comes
over me but I realize he's telling the truth. Walid has been very
passive when it comes to finding Mayorga. God knows how Mayorga is
hiding his scent. I'm assuming it's something the professor shows
him. The professor is definitely knowledgeable about shit like that.
Still...if Walid really wanted to find Mayorga he would have had his
pack searching day and night.
Mayorga isn't my concern right now though. The ghost that is my brother is my concern.
“Qadir. I can't believe you're alive,” I say again.
That's the only
thing that comes out of my mouth. All this time my brother has been
alive. I'm stuck between happy and excited. I never had a great
relationship with him but when I found out he was dead, it hurt me. I
had all these regrets about not becoming closer to him. A part of me
wanted to call my father right now. I didn't though. Half because I
didn't think I would get signal and the other half of the reason was
because I wasn't sure my father would react. My father has removed
himself so much from what was going on in these mountains. He wasn't
concerned.
“You don't sound so happy about that. You not going to give me a hug little brother?” Qadir asks.
I move forward, hestitating.
I always lived
in Qadir's shadow. Now, I was literally in his shadow. He stands 6'3”
with a solid bulky frame. His body is as big as the guy who played
Thor. I wonder if all this time he's been 'dead' he was really hiding
in the mountain lifting weights all day. Qadir was always big but the
fact that he was Walid big now was a whole different story.
My voice is shaky,
“I'm happy. Of course I am. I just can't believe that you're
alive.”
I keep saying it over and over. I keep thinking
it over and over. It isn't until I hug him that I realize it's true.
My brother Qadir is here. He's been around this entire time.
He brushes his hand
through my hair, “You smell like him...”
It's the
professor who responds, “Walid is infatuated with your little
brother Qadir. He's taken him in his pack. Walid...slept with him
last night...”
Qadir's eyes widen, “Like went to
sleep.”
The professor nods, “They woke up
together.”
I can tell by the reaction that they have
that this must not an expected series of events. At first I'm scared
how Qadir must react. He must know that as Walid is catching feelings
for me that I'm also catching feelings for Walid.
Strangely a smile spreads across Qadir's face and he ruffles my straight silky hair in the way that my dad always did.
“Good job little brother,” Qadir laughs.
“Good
job.”
Qadir emphasizes his excitement pacing back and
forth, “He thinks you're a part of his pack now. He's putting
his guard down. He has no idea that I'm still alive...and he has no
idea where your loyalty still lies.”
I just stare at
them for a minute. Qadir's cocky smile reminds me so much of Walid.
His macho demeanor though reminds me of my father. I look over at the
Professor. He's nodding in a way. He's a fucking traitor is what he
is. But they both seem to be on the same wavelength. They both
assumed it was ok to bring me out here. They both assumed it was ok
to talk to me so openly.
They were wrong.
“Qadir...brother,” I start off as humbly as I possibly can, “I am part of Walid's pack. He does have my loyalty.”
“You're my little brother,” Qadir responds.
It's almost as though he's reminding me of something that I must have forgot. I know who he is. I know who he is to me. That doesn't change the fact about how I feel about Walid.
“Pack comes before the family...right?” I ask at that moment.
“You're part of my pack!” Qadir responds.
He's forceful this time. He nearly growls it at me. A solid arm comes forward and pushes me back so hard that I feel like I'm going to bust my head on the ground. Luckily a blanket of snow falls underneath me and catches me just in time.
I struggle to get up at that moment but Qadir pounces on me.
He used to do it
often when we were children. He used to do it long before we both
probably knew we were wolves. That idea of dominating me. He would
pin me down to the floor if I didn't listen to him and he would hold
me down there until I submitted to him.
As I sit on the floor now I realize that I've submitted to someone else already and I'm struggling. I'm struggling against Qadir with everything I have in me.
“GET THE FUCK
OFF OF ME!”
“Calm down,” he demands, “Are
you so fucking whipped by him that you are going to turn against me
little brother? Seriously.”
The professor is close by.
The traitor shakes his head, “He'll change his mind soon. Now
that he's in the pack it's only a matter of time before Walid tells
his master plan.”
“Master plan?” I ask.
I'm confused by it.
Walid doesn't seem like someone who plans things. And if he did plan
things, as much as I care about him, I have to admit whatever he
planned would be far from being called a “master”. What
the hell were they talking about?
“He has no idea,”
Mayorga says from behind.
At that moment I hear something. It's a ruffling and it must be distant as hell in the woods. Maybe a half a mile away...maybe even more. Still my wolf ears hear the ruffling in the distance. My brother hears it as well because he jumps off of me at that moment.
He looks in the
distance. We all are facing the same distance.
“Someone followed us,” The professor realizes. He speaks in a very low whisper that is barely audible.
I look in the distance. I don't see anything or hear anything. It's silent in the woods. Way too silent.
“Is it an animal? Maybe a regular wolf?” Walid asks.
He looks at the professor. The professor inhales the air. He thinks for a moment.
“Fang.”
Fuck. Not Fang!
I'm
not the only one to panic though. I see my brother lunge forward
ripping off his clothing and throwing it in the snow. As he runs he's
naked now. His huge biceps flex. His ass muscles contort and expand
in the snow as he runs. He paces forward faster than I've seen any
human run...even Walid for that matter. My brother is changing now.
He's turning into the wolf.
I look on from the ground and see the color of his wolf. It's reddish brown...just like the photo that Evan had.
“We can't
let him get back to the Alpha,” the professor states, “If
Walid finds out that we are talking to Mayorga...if he finds out that
Qadir is alive...it's over...for all of us.”
I can see
the fear in his eyes. He's takes off after my brother at that moment.
He transitions quickly into his wolf.
He's right in a way.
I don't want to know what Walid's wrath is going to be if he finds
out that I'm out here talking to my brother. For a moment I think
about helping them. I think about tracking down Fang. But what am I
going to do if I am able to run Fang down. Am I supposed to kill
Fang? Am I supposed to hurt him.
I don't know what to do
about it.
“You aren't
going to turn on Walid are you?” a voice says.
He's so
quiet that I almost forget Mayorga is still there. He isn't panicking
like the professor or Qadir. I guess he has nothing to lose really.
The professor and Qadir are both nervous about being discovered.
Mayorga has been Walid's moving target all along. He takes a few
steps towards me, moving in the snow in a way that I'm surprised by.
I shake my head, “I
care about him.”
Mayorga smiles at me, “I cared
about him once too. You know? I would say I loved him even. Even back
then though. He never...slept with me.”
Mayorga looks
over at me in a curious way. His eyes look me up and down.
“Walid isn't a bad guy,” I defend him.
Mayorga nods, “I
know. He has a soul under all that macho. He's soft really.
Emotional. He wears his heart on his sleeves. He means well.”
The
look in Mayorga's eyes deceive him. It's clear that he and Walid had
a history. It's clear that they cared about each other at one point.
But as I look at Mayorga. As I look over at him I can tell that
there's more to the story. I can tell that maybe Mayorga still has
feelings for him.
Maybe that's why
I'm still in these woods looking at the mystery that is Michael
Mayorga and trying to figure out where Walid's past really was.
“You chose Qadir over Walid,” I tell him.
He shakes his
head, “That's not completely true. I loved Walid with all my
heart.”
“So why betray him?”
“Because
they have a point. Qadir and the professor. Walid is...more animal
than man. He's a threat to our way of living. He's so...fucking
proud.”
“Is that why you chose Qadir over
him?”
He nods, “Kind of. The professor is the one
who really has us understanding how much of a threat Walid could be.
Back then I would have followed Walid anywhere. I wanted Walid. If
you ask him, I was so in love with Qadir the whole time. That's not
the truth. I just wanted more. You know? When I was intimate with
him, all I wanted was for him to treat me gentle. Just one time. I
would have ripped my heart out for him to kiss me. I would have given
my life for him to sleep with me one time. I loved Walid and he
treated me like...like...”
He's hurt. It's clear as day.
Mayorga shakes
it off at that moment, “... It doesn't matter. Qadir treated me
better. Even now Qadir really wants Walid to accept us back in the
pack. That's not going to happen though. Walid is all about power.
All about territory. He doesn't see anything but that.”
“I've
seen a different side of him,” I explain, “A softer
side.”
Mayorga glances at me confused by what I'm
telling him but still surprisingly he's standing around to listen.
He's quiet for a moment taking it all in.
Then he nods.
“Maybe you
can change him. Maybe you can do what I couldn't,” Mayorga
states.
At that moment I see a different side to Mayorga. He still cares about Walid. That's clear. But he isn't like some sort of jealous ex whose upset that someone is able to reach Walid in a way that he couldn't. He's actually seeming reasonable here. I must say out of all the werewolves I've met he definitely seems to be the most reasonable and I can tell in just these few minutes talking to him.
I feel a
connection to him. Maybe it's because we both have feelings for
Walid. Maybe it's because Mayorga is the one who turned me into a
werewolf.
“Maybe it doesn't have to be like this. Maybe we don't have to fight.”
I don't know if my idea of peace is going on deaf ears as Mayorga walks away in the snow. Maybe secretly he's laughing at the idea of it. He walks away from me slowly. He's going the opposite direction of where the professor and Qadir ran. It's clear he's not going to pursue Fang.
“Tell that to
Walid.”
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Peace is a strange concept. I haven't had a real peace of mind since becoming a werewolf. As I get back to the mansion, it's almost nighttime.
I'm wondering if the professor and Qadir caught Fang but as I approach the house things don't seem like they have escalated in anyway. I'm confused as I see the pack standing outside.
“Where
have you been...we've been waiting on you,” Walid says.
He's standing outside of a van. It's a big white van. As I approach Walid swings his heavy arm over me so hard that I almost fall to the ground. I look to my right to see that the professor is there. He is dressed again. He's looks at me nervously but doesn't say anything. His eyes just glare at me.
Amina and Naomi are there as well. They seem ignorant of everything that is going on. There is no sign of Fang though.
Did the
professor catch him? Did they kill him?
“Where are we
going?”
“It's Christmas Eve. We're headed down the
mountain to a bar,” Walid says, “What? Did you expect us
to celebrate Christmas Eve in the house. I plan on getting drunk as
fuck. Henny on the rocks and then getting my rocks off. Feel
me?”
Walid pulls me close. He kisses me hard on the side
of my cheek.
Where is Fang? My heart is racing. Walid will notice Fang is missing. Walid will notice he's dead. All hell will break loose.
“WAIT FOR
ME!”
We turn at that moment to see him. Fang. The
professor and I exchange looks. Fuck. They hadn't been able to catch
Fang. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I'm happy
they didn't kill Fang but now that Fang was here I was just nervous
as hell.
What did Fang
know?
How much did he see?
“Why the hell are you
late?” Walid asks Fang.
Fang shakes his
head, “I was right in the house. Waiting for your boyfriend to
show up. He's the one that's late. You won't question him though, I
suppose.”
Fang looks over at me. His eyes are so full of
suspicion. I'm shocked by it really. Walid is standing there at that
moment. He pulls me close.
“I
question who I want. You clearly aren't Nasir. Are you?” Walid
responds grabbing Fang by the back of his neck and shoving him to the
van so hard that I'm sure if Fang was human his neck would have
snapped.
Fang doesn't respond though. He just looks over at me. Then he does the strangest thing. He looks at the professor too.
And I'm scared. I'm extremely scared.
We drive down the mountain. Walid doesn't leave me alone. He keeps me close to him. I want to like the fact that he's somewhat claiming me but truth is I'm afraid. I've seen what happens to people who Walid doesn't trust. What if Fang knows something? He's acting strange. If he does know something though then why isn't he saying anything.
I can't get it out of my mind. By the time we get down the mountain I'm sweating and shaking from nerves. I'm beyond afraid.
The bar has other people in it. It's in the town of Vanderbilt at an old wood cabin. It definitely has that small town feel to it. Since all the students are away for the holidays I see a lot of the patrons seem older. They seem like lumberjacks and other working men. People who have business in a place like Vanderbilt. I can smell the liquor and hard booze as we approach the palce.
The others start piling into the bar. I stay behind waiting for the professor to come out of the car.
“Does he know?” I ask the professor.
The professor
shrugs, “He ran. He didn't look back. He disappeared before we
were able to catch him. We were getting too close the mansion and had
to pull back. If Fang does know...we are both dead men.”
“I
had nothing to do with that,” I replied, “You dragged me
out there. I'm not plotting against anyone...”
“You
really think Walid cares about you that much huh? Well...I guess we
tonight will be the night that we find out...”
The
professor is nervous. He's acting like he isn't but he's scared as
hell. I can see him breathing heavy. I'm pissed off at him for
putting me in this situation. He's making me look shady as hell. He
dragged me out there assuming I'd just join his plan to overthrow
Walid. For what? What would I be getting out of helping my brother
become the Alpha?
I follow the professor in the bar. As we
walk in I notice Walid is taking over a table. He literally threatens
the people who are sitting there to get up. Luckily they do without
there being much of an issue either.
I notice Fang next to Walid. He's right there next to him.
Walid has empty
seats across from him, “Come. Sit over here.”
He's
directing the professor and I to sit next to him. Amina is standing
up. She's dancing to music that you can barely hear over loud drunk
people. Naomi is sitting at the end of the table. She's sulking
again. She's been sulking since the fight.
“A round of
Ambrosias,” Walid screams out to the bartender, “On the
professor's tab.”
The professor doesn't argue the point.
I didn't think he was going to.
“Ambrosias?” I ask.
“It's a local
drink. Strong as fuck.”
I smile a little bit, “I'm
not a real big drinker.”
Fang laughs a little. Walid
stares at me as I say that.
“You're a
wolf g'dam it,” Walid responds loudly, “Let's get some
fuckin' hair on your fuckin' chest man.”
As he says that
the professor brings back a tray filled with mugs. I watch as all the
others grab. Even sulking Naomi takes a mug from the tray. It's Walid
who reaches over for the last mug and slams it on the table in front
of me. I am definitely changing. Eating meat. Drinking. This just
isn't me.
Still I realize I'm bringing more attention onto myself than necessary. I raise my glass as the others raise their glasses.
“What are we cheers-ing to, my man?” Professor Timus asks.
Walid looks over at
me, “Our new member. The black and white wolf!”
At
that moment Walid stands up. He rips his shirt open. Nothing but
muscles. I watch people at the near table turn at that moment. Walid
isn't exactly a wallflower. His hairy chest has muscles on muscles
layered. He demands the attention of the room. He's loud, handsome as
hell and looks like a body builder. Of course people are going to
turn to look at him.
The fact that he
has no shame in announcing that I'm a wolf doesn't blow my mind
either. The others must be used to it because they don't really
react.
“Thanks...” I say.
“Get up...” Walid says to me.
“Walid---”
I can't help but smile.
Walid makes his way
across the table at that moment and lifts me up. He lifts me up so
that I'm standing on the stool above the rest of the table.
He
looks up at me, “No time to be shy. You're beautiful. You know
that. Be proud. Look. Your taller than me today...”
I'm
embarrassed at first. My face flushes with red as I realize we are
getting attention from other people at the bar. Walid is super loud.
He's so proud. A part of me just wishes I could have that amount of
confidence one time in my life. Even now though, just standing on the
stool...I'm nervous. I feel like I'm going to fall even though Walid
has one hand on me and is doing some sort of balance act. He raises
his mug with the other hand so high that it's able to meet mine. His
eyes link on mine. He's so strong. So powerful. I'm amazed by this
man every moment I'm around him.
“You should
get him down off of there,” Naomi states, “He looks
nervous like he's going to faint. He's still just a pup after
all..”
Amina laughs at first until Walid throws them
both a glare. She stops laughing immediately.
Walid raises his
glass again, “Fuck them. Look at me. What are
you...”
“What?”
“What are
you?”
“A wolf...” I say looking around and
noticing people in the bar are staring at me.
There is laughter from the others members of the pack, particularly Naomi and Fang.
Walid grips me
on my arm, “Louder. Stronger. What are you? Tell me what you
are, Nasir.”
I'm flushed with embarrassment. My mind is
blown that I have this man standing below me coaching me on my
confidence. Maybe it's long overdue. No one ever took the time to
help me with my confidence. Not my father. Not my brother. I was weak
to them. I was a feminine child not ready to be a man.
Right
now though...with Walid protecting me...controlling me. I felt
powerful. I felt...so powerful.
“A WOLF!”
It
comes from deep inside me. And I don't know what comes over me. Maybe
it's the wolf inside. All of a sudden I'm howling.
I'm howling
loudly. People in the bar are turning to look at me but I don't care.
Walid doesn't care either. He's howling with me. He's howling as loud
as I am.
It's a strange
thing but in that moment, howling in this bar with Walid everything
seems to disappear. He's drinks the ambrosia sloppily like a man. The
drink falls over over his muscular chest. It's so sexy and real that
I find myself ripping open my shirt and doing as Walid does. The
ambrosia is strong. It's pure alcohol. Some sort of moonshine but
with a chocolate taste. It drips down my body at that moment and the
burn feels my chest so much that I fall over.
I'm caught though. I'm caught by Walid.
He looks down in my
eyes as I'm cradled in his arms, “Careful little wolf.”
His
eyes are soft...welcoming. He's cradling me as he would a child. He's
so fucking gentle. I've never seen him interact with anyone so
gently. My heart is racing at that moment as I'm in Walid's arms. I'm
falling for him. I'm falling HARD!
“I want you to FUCK the shit out of me tonight!” I scream out.
He laughs as though
entertained by me at that moment, “I'll cheers to
that...”
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The night goes on until alcohol is piling up. I don't think it's possible for Walid to get louder and more forceful than he already is but by his 6th mug a beast seems to have come out. I'm not embarrassed by it though. No. I'm turned on. He's so manly. He's so sexy. He's completely shirtless now in this bar. He grabs his balls openly several times. He burps without excusing himself. He's rude and physical with people. But above all of these things...Walid is SEXY AS FUCK!
Naomi has let down her sulking and is dancing with Amina now. Everyone seems to be relaxed including me. I'm sitting on Walid's lap at this moment.
He's sucking on my nipples right in the middle of the bar.
“Man let's go
to this bathroom,” he's telling me, “I know you want this
dick. You want this dick don't you. I'm going to dick you down so
good tonight. I'm going to nut all up in you. No. No. I want to nut
in your mouth. Will you swallow me?”
I can tell Fang and
the professor are uncomfortable having to sit by and listen to all of
this. It probably would have been the most awkward thing in the world
but I'm drunk as hell. Besides I'm with Walid and he's making me
feel...safe.
“Every last drop,” I tell him.
“Mhmmm...” Walid says.
He's hard
underneath me. His dick is so hard that he moves my body adjusting me
over and over so that my asshole rubs against it through the pants.
He's literally dry humping me in front of everyone in the bar and he
could care less.
He picks up the ambrosia and pours a little in my mouth. Then he pours it all over my chest. Then Walid start to lick all over my body and all over my chest.
I don't know
what comes over me but I'm howling again. I'm letting the wolf out
and Walid loves every single moment of it. His laughter grows and he
pulls me closer.
“Nasir maybe
you should stop that,” Professor Timus finally warns me and
whispers lowly, “Humans around here believe in myths. We can't
just go around howling.”
“Are you telling him what
to do?” Walid asks the professor.
Walid's eyes turn to him. They get real serious at that moment. I don't know why the professor would be dumb enough to try and correct me in front of Walid.
“Walid it's ok,” I say.
“No it's
not. I asked the professor a question,” Walid says putting me
down beside him and sliding over to the bench the professor is at,
“Cat got your FUCKING tongue, omega?”
People in
the bar turn to Walid. The professor shakes his head at that moment.
He lowers his head so low that for the moment I think he's going to
drop his head into Walid's crotch.
“No sir.”
“I
didn't think so,” Walid replies.
“It was
just a suggestion...” the professor foolishly adds.
At that moment
Walid grabs on the professor's neck. I jump at that moment and try to
get between them. In a matter of seconds the professor is turning
blue.
“Walid...baby.
It's ok.”
Walid tosses the professor on the floor.
“You're
lucky Nasir doesn't want to embarrass you,” Walid responds to
the professor and spits at him from the stool, “Get the fuck
out of here, Timus. You can walk home.”
“Sir...it's
freezing out. It's below 0 today.”
“Then run!”
Walid responds.
Timus isn't dumb enough this time to respond again. He leaves at that moment. I kind of feel bad for him a little bit but then I remember Timus is the fucking traitor who brought me into the crosshairs between my brother and Walid. If it wasn't fear for my brother and the fact that I kind of did like Mayorga, I would have sell Timus out to Walid right now.
I knew if I did though it would be the end of Timus.
“Walid calm down,” I tell him.
“I can't,”
he responds, “This is my territory and some omega wolf has the
nerve to say that my partner can't howl if he wants to. What kind of
wolf can't howl? What the fuck?”
He's taking this
personal. He probably is so upset that he doesn't even realize what
he said. I realize it though. So does Fang. He's the only one at the
table now. The girls are busy dancing and carrying on with the
locals. Fang has been here this whole time just watching though.
“I'm your partner?” I say smiling.
I can't help but
smile.
Walid smiles at me and pulls me close, “You
didn't think I sleep with anyone did you? Once a wolf finds a mate,
he mates with that person for life. I'm domesticated now. And now
that I've found my mate, I'll make sure he's safe. I'll make sure
that if you want to howl, you can howl as loud as you want. You hear
me? It's time to take back my territory.”
He looks so
serious.
“You really can't think Mayorga is a big threat to you?” I reply.
I don't want him to
put down his guard. Qadir is out there. At the same time I hate
seeing Walid worked up like this. I hate seeing him stress out. Right
now he's fixing his mouth in a way that he's bearing teeth. Even
though they are his pearly white human teeth, he isn't any less
frightening.
Walid raises an eyebrow, “Mayorga? No. I'll
deal Mayorga in time. He's not my threat.”
I turn to
Fang. Did Fang tell him about Qadir?
Could he know that Qadir
was still alive?
I stutter with fear,
“Well---uh---who then?”
My heart beats. What if
Walid knew this whole time? What if Fang actually told him that Qadir
is back? What if Fang saw me speaking with Qadir in the woods?
Walid
shakes his head, “The humans. It's time to get all of these
humans off of my territory.”
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