Arrival of the Prophecy, page 15
“It ends now,” Adella said as an arm came down across her back.
Dillan dropped down by his mother who was reaching up to touch his face. He slapped her hand away, and got to his feet. “You were never a true leader. You couldn’t even stop one old woman.” Then he walked over and kicked Adella in the face. The moment the blood dripped from Adella’s mouth and touched the power of the earth that had been given life by its new King and Queen, lightening began to shoot from different areas of the sand. Dillan ran for his life, barely leaping out of the center of the stones before a rod took him in the back. He and his people ran off of the Michelle land that night, leaving their fallen leader to the spirits.
Adella woke in the center of the grounds looking up at the night sky. She rolled to her side, seeing the remains of Harbra, and then grabbing the side of her face, remembering Dillan’s foot.
***
Back at the house Anthony’s grandfather had already gathered everyone into the study. Not one living werewolf slept through the waking of the forefathers, not even the dead. But his worry was his child. Adella wasn’t found anywhere in the estate and he knew that she had gone to confront the only woman that could put a stop to the harm that was happening to her children. While they argued about who would search for the mother leader of the clan, Sky saw her stumbling up the garden steps.
“There she is!” Then turned and ran from the study.
Anthony ran to the two story window and saw his grandmother drop to her knees, and dove out the window, landing on all fours in a running fashion going directly to her. He slid around next to her as she lay over on her side, looking up at him with the faintest smile on a face that was now swollen and half coated in dried blood. “Who did this?” Anthony asked with eyes that were glowing bright amber.
“It’s over little one. Harbra is dead. Take me to my room,” she replied pulling up on his arm.
“What have you done, grandmother?”
“Saved the prophecy my child—your son,” she smiled, then kissed him. “Come, I need a bath.”
Adella explained what had happened after she had cleaned herself and had time to rest. It was the men that decided to put the estate on full alert, because it was their home that was hit by the men of the wereboar pack the last time they had brought trouble to the Michelle clan. Even with their leader dead, her eldest son remained and was very much like the woman he obeyed.
Chapter Sixteen
Dillan sat in the rear of the van as they drove down the back roads to the camp that they had tucked away in the foot hills, several miles away from the Michelle’s boundaries. His thoughts were on many things. One being what he would do to avenge his mother’s death, and the other, to change the standing of the wereboar pack ruling belonging to that of the males. His mother had laid out many plans for his future, to do only what she had written, but it was nothing that he had ever wanted on his own. He’d done nothing other than taking down a few werewolves and owning everything that they claimed and loved. Now Dillan thought about the woman he had become close to. The one he knew was about to be just like him, living somewhere in the clutches of the one place he wasn’t anywhere near finished with.
The van stop and he jumped out. All the other vehicle’s that carried what he now knew were his followers, stopped and made their way into the caves. The further they made their way in, the cooler and darker it became. Some lit torches, while others had flashlights. Some grooves in the cave had twin beds, and others had couches covered in colorful pillows. Dillan didn’t go into the tunnel that would have normally taken him into his personal quarters. Instead, he took the wide tunnel down the middle, claiming his mother’s room, the largest of the cavern’s rooms. There were sheer drapes covering the ceiling, hanging down in thin layers over the back of the cave wall. The bed was full size and set in the middle with heavy fur blankets from the top to the bottom. An assortment of big black and brown pillows surrounding it on the floor
“Tiffany, will love this,” he whispered, thinking on his new queen.
“Sir, did you wish to have a meeting?” a slender man asked from behind him.
“I suppose it is time,” he replied slowly turning. “No women. Gather my strongest and have the rest ready my meal.”
“Of course, right away,” the man said with a shocked look as he backed away.
Dillan smiled, reaching up rubbing his chin, thinking this was something that should have happened a long time ago. Maybe the werewolves would not have grown to the power that they have had, if a man had been running the wereboars, and not some woman who thought she was better than the likes of a ruler such as himself. Right before Dillan left for the meeting he called his mother’s personal male servant into his now private quarters and ordered that he give up the place that his two younger sisters were being held. The man named Charles refused, saying that he was to give up his own life before betraying their whereabouts.
“What honor would I have if I so easily broke my word?”
Dillan offered him a new release from the girls, telling him that he would allow him to live as a proud man, never to deal with the rules of another woman as long as he named the place where they were being held.
“Never take a woman’s orders?” the man asked.
“Never, you have my word,” Dillan smiled, knowing all the men would follow him now.
“She has kept them in the forbidden house of your father.”
“All this time, they have been in my father’s home?”
“Yes, my lord. She knew no one would dare enter the place of his death, or where he claimed his domain.”
“That sneaky bitch,” Dillan laughed. “Wonder what else she has hidden up there? Get this meeting on, I have a trip to make.”
Twenty minutes later nine men stood in front of a blazing fire at the mouth of the cave. Dillan walked out wearing black leather pants, and a sheer gray tank top. His red curls covered one side of his face as he looked the men up and down, walking around them like a stalking animal. He stopped at the shortest man. He was standing in the lineup, three men deep, and Dillian simply yanked him out by the hair of his head. All the men spread apart as Dillan began beating the man, which never lifted a hand to protect himself.
“Is this what we have become under the rule of our women? Can we not even hold a hand up to save a strike?” Dillan said, gripping the man by the throat. “Fight me or I will tear the heart from your body.” Then he raised his hand to hit the man again.
The man grabbed Dillan’s hand and then kicked Dillan’s legs out from under him, knocking him directly down on his chest. The man jumped up and brought his leg back for a second kick, when Dillan rolled to his side bringing his fist up between the man’s legs, dropping the man instantly. Dillan got to his knees, sliding a blade out from his back area, then dove on the man, slicing it through his upper body several times, as the man went back clutching at his attackers shirt. “This is how we will win over the wolves,” he said looking down into the dying man’s eyes, and then lifted the blade into the air. “Did you see how simple he fell?”
“We have never battled with weapons,” another man said stepping out from the eight.
“And we have lost every time. It was my mother’s worse weakness,” he proclaimed getting to his feet, waving the blade back and forth. “I say we learn to use metal and kill as many as we can.”
“May I speak my Lord?” one of the largest of the men asked, taking a knee in front of Dillan.
“This is a new order and you all have the right to speak. What say you, Thomas?”
“I remember your father gathering us saying these same words,” he explained, slowly raising his head. “Ask the one who followed your mother. He will know where your mother placed your father’s irons.”
“Irons? You mean my father had more of these?” Dillan asked, holding up the bone handled blade. “He gave me this when I was four, and told me of the many others that he’d made. Then my mother told me it was all lies, that he had nothing like he claimed.”
“Charles will know my Lord,” Thomas claimed, getting to his feet.
“Bring me Harbra’s slave,” Dillan ordered, causing two of the smaller men that stayed close to the opening of the cave, to take off running to find the one he was wanting.
One came back out hopping backwards; reaching down rubbing at his shin bone, as he looked back and forth amongst the group outside. His gaze then went to the other man that was dragging Charles out by the back of the shirt to the opening of the cave, with him cursing the whole way. The smaller man dropped Charles a few feet from the fire, getting a hard kick in the shin from the tip of Charles’s black shiny boots, causing everyone to start laughing including, Dillan. Charles stood up dusting off his clothes, swearing under his breath, as if he hadn’t even noticed the group standing around watching him.
“You missed a spot,” Dillan said, walking up behind him and began wiping at the back of his shirt.
“Thank you, I can’t believe…” he began to say, when Dillan gripped his neck so hard he couldn’t breathe in air.
“Are you really that stupid…wait, of course you are, and it’s why my dear, dead, mother chose you to do all of her dirty work. Well, now you belong to me and I want to know where the rest of these are?” Dillan asked, pushing the blade up against his throat.
“Your father hid those before he died,” Charles did his best to reply through clenched teeth.
“Why on earth would he do that, when he wanted to use them to fight our enemy?”
“He feared your mother would find them and use them for something that he never meant to use them for.”
“I swear, if you don’t stop twisting your words,” Dillan hissed, pulling the blade enough to start a small trickle of blood to drip down Charles’s neck.
“There is much that you do not understand, Dillan. I was told to follow your mother. He ordered me to make sure that she never found out his secrets until it was the right time.”
“You lie,” Dillan squeezed with one hand, while pushing the tip of the blade deeper with the other.
“No, I can prove it, my Lord. He wanted to overthrow your mother ever since she began acting like her mind was failing. His grave holds everything you need to know, proving that my words are true,” Charles pleaded, gently touching Dillan’s arm.
“My father trusted this information in someone like you? Why?”
“I am your uncle and your father’s brother from a second birth. He knew I would die for him, and you should know that I will die for his seed.”
“Why did my father really die? I know he did not mourn from failure, he was far too strong of a wereboar for that,” Dillan stepped back easing who he now knew to be his father’s younger brother, to the ground.
“I am sorry to tell you this, but I believe your father was poisoned when he went with your mother to visit your sisters.”
“How can you be sure?” Dillan asked turning Charles to look at him.
“Why else would your father’s remains be in the grave and not in their stomachs?”
Charles went on to explain that he never wanted anything from the werewolves, but the right to exist as an equal, and not one thought of as a lower class. He wanted his people to be accepted by the counsel, and given a seat to have the right to choose and vote just like the rest of the clans in America. He told the men that had gathered closer to the fire that it was Harbra that pushed him into the sacred circle, where Adella’s husband stood just as she had, wanting nothing but to be left alone and to live in peace. Adella had rushed up on the top of the hill in time to see Anthony fall to his knees at the side of the stone circle, with Harbra pulling her arm away from his back. Dillan’s father, Camel, was coming down in his wereboar form, ripping out the remainder of his life. She ran with all the fire that she had in her body to reach the house and warn the others, with all of the wereboars in beast form running right behind her.
Dillan listened finding it hard to believe that it wasn’t his father’s idea to rule what he had thought was his enemy all of his life, but the wicked works of his insane mother. Charles went on to tell Dillan that he had three other sisters that were killed at birth, and that the other two were held against their will, treated worse than any creature in the lower class. All because the queen wanted them to know that they would never be able to take her place. He then admitted that his father wanted to take the life of his mate, and raise the children as far away from the order as he could take them.
“Anthony Michelle and your father were friends. His son is very much like him and will not kill, Parker,” Charles said touching Dillan’s back.
“Nothing’s changed. I want to see my father’s grave…I want the weapon’s,” he whispered, slowly turning his head and glaring at Charles. “If you’re lying…we’ll have you for supper when we get there. Now boys, ole Grady there is getting colder by the minute.” That’s when the yipping and grunts became loud and Grady’s body was torn into multiple pieces.
“I want you to know that your father would be proud to see that you have taken a stand to lead. I wish he were here to see it for himself,” Charles said, then turned to walk away.
“Old man,” Dillan called out, causing Charles to stop and look back. “Sleep good, we have a long trip a head of us.” Then he tossed him a hunk of thigh.
Dillan’s temperament had changed like the flip of a switch after hearing what Charles had said. He had often heard stories around the fires of the men’s camp, telling how his father wanted things to be different, where men stood proud and raised their children with honor. But, Harbra always had a way of taking dreams away from her people, wanting nothing but to destroy everything in her path. Dillan’s thought’s kept going back to Tiffany, the beautiful human that seemed to be falling in love with him, even after he told her about his family curse. He walked out into the flat lands of the night wishing he hadn’t been so mean to her the night he marked her and with certainty made her one of his kind. He cared little for the wolves, and thought nothing on the fact whether they lived or died, but he would now go to any measure to get not only the woman he claimed as his own, but the brother that he would groom to help run the pack the way his father had always wanted.
Chapter Seventeen
Carter rushed up the steps of the lower levels to tell Anthony and Sky, that Tiffany was about to make her first change. He found them having dinner with Henry and Bonny, and didn’t want to alert the others to the seriousness at hand. Adella sat next to her father and was the first to notice the look on Carter’s face. She excused herself, bowing at Anthony as she wiped her mouth. He turned in his seat and then asked Sky if she would like to take a walk.
“But, we haven’t had dessert and I wanted to talk to dad about….”
“Really, I need you to help me change,” he claimed bringing his tone up on the last word, “the locks on the back door.”
Sky wrinkled her eye brows, standing as Anthony pulled out her chair. “We’ll let you talk to grandfather and please, enjoy the rest of your meal. This won’t take but a few minutes.” Then Anthony rushed Sky out of the room, as Adella closed the double dining room doors behind them. Carter whispered that the girl was beginning to shift and needed to know when to upgrade the drugs for the different type of were creature, not wanting to cause her to go into an overdose and die. The four rushed back down the winding stone steps, finding Parker doing his best to talk Tiffany through the pain.
“Do you know how much to give her to control the pain?” Carter asked, grabbing the medical kit from the wall.
“Not as much as you’ve been giving us. You don’t want to stop the transformation, or you may stop her heart. Just two CC’s will do it. She’s gonna wanna feed when she opens her eyes as one of us,” Parker explained, standing up gripping the bars.
“You will pay for betraying our people, Parker,” the other wereboar yelled out from his hidden corner of the back cage.
“The girl has done nothing to suffer for our stupidity, Kevin. Why do you care either way? You were no more than a side kick to me…a nothing!”
“I will go back up and have one of the men ready a feeding for her,” Adella said, then took off up the stairs.
Everyone was looking at Parker as he argued with the other man, when Tiffany screamed out flipping onto her back. She grabbed her head in both hands and began slamming the back of it on the hard stone of the cage floor. “Give her the drug,” Sky called out, rushing to the cage bars. Carter took aim, hitting her in the thigh. Tiffany rolled to her side, knocking the dart out and getting to her knees. Blood ran down her back and soaked her blond hair, as she rocked back and forth.
“Mommy,” Tiffany screamed, throwing herself forward, grabbing the ground with things that no longer resembled human hands.
Blood burst out from the sides of her head, as the bones grew to enormous size. Tiffany’s face tore right down the middle, her flesh absorbing into the harsh texture of the skin that was replacing it. She fell down on her elbows covering her face with her cloven hands, as it pushed out from the nose and mouth, filling her grip with a horror that she found only in the depths of her nightmares. Bones popped and slid, while Sky waited in horror, grateful that she couldn’t remember her first change, and overly honored that she didn’t turn into one of the things that she was now staring at. Tiffany lay panting rapidly on her side. Her huge boar head lying at an angle while her legs and arms twitched with massive muscle tremors as the last of her body completed its transformation.
Tiffany moaned rolling onto her bent legs, pushing herself into a standing position, but stumbling back due to the drugs that were in her system. Anthony told Carter to get the goat and to be quick about. They stayed watching Tiffany look down the front of her new body, while trying to hold herself up using the wall. Her head came up when she heard Anthony talking to Carter, and yelled out a high pitched squeal in their direction.
“He better hurry, or she will try and break down that door,” Parker added trying to look in at Tiffany.
Dillan dropped down by his mother who was reaching up to touch his face. He slapped her hand away, and got to his feet. “You were never a true leader. You couldn’t even stop one old woman.” Then he walked over and kicked Adella in the face. The moment the blood dripped from Adella’s mouth and touched the power of the earth that had been given life by its new King and Queen, lightening began to shoot from different areas of the sand. Dillan ran for his life, barely leaping out of the center of the stones before a rod took him in the back. He and his people ran off of the Michelle land that night, leaving their fallen leader to the spirits.
Adella woke in the center of the grounds looking up at the night sky. She rolled to her side, seeing the remains of Harbra, and then grabbing the side of her face, remembering Dillan’s foot.
***
Back at the house Anthony’s grandfather had already gathered everyone into the study. Not one living werewolf slept through the waking of the forefathers, not even the dead. But his worry was his child. Adella wasn’t found anywhere in the estate and he knew that she had gone to confront the only woman that could put a stop to the harm that was happening to her children. While they argued about who would search for the mother leader of the clan, Sky saw her stumbling up the garden steps.
“There she is!” Then turned and ran from the study.
Anthony ran to the two story window and saw his grandmother drop to her knees, and dove out the window, landing on all fours in a running fashion going directly to her. He slid around next to her as she lay over on her side, looking up at him with the faintest smile on a face that was now swollen and half coated in dried blood. “Who did this?” Anthony asked with eyes that were glowing bright amber.
“It’s over little one. Harbra is dead. Take me to my room,” she replied pulling up on his arm.
“What have you done, grandmother?”
“Saved the prophecy my child—your son,” she smiled, then kissed him. “Come, I need a bath.”
Adella explained what had happened after she had cleaned herself and had time to rest. It was the men that decided to put the estate on full alert, because it was their home that was hit by the men of the wereboar pack the last time they had brought trouble to the Michelle clan. Even with their leader dead, her eldest son remained and was very much like the woman he obeyed.
Chapter Sixteen
Dillan sat in the rear of the van as they drove down the back roads to the camp that they had tucked away in the foot hills, several miles away from the Michelle’s boundaries. His thoughts were on many things. One being what he would do to avenge his mother’s death, and the other, to change the standing of the wereboar pack ruling belonging to that of the males. His mother had laid out many plans for his future, to do only what she had written, but it was nothing that he had ever wanted on his own. He’d done nothing other than taking down a few werewolves and owning everything that they claimed and loved. Now Dillan thought about the woman he had become close to. The one he knew was about to be just like him, living somewhere in the clutches of the one place he wasn’t anywhere near finished with.
The van stop and he jumped out. All the other vehicle’s that carried what he now knew were his followers, stopped and made their way into the caves. The further they made their way in, the cooler and darker it became. Some lit torches, while others had flashlights. Some grooves in the cave had twin beds, and others had couches covered in colorful pillows. Dillan didn’t go into the tunnel that would have normally taken him into his personal quarters. Instead, he took the wide tunnel down the middle, claiming his mother’s room, the largest of the cavern’s rooms. There were sheer drapes covering the ceiling, hanging down in thin layers over the back of the cave wall. The bed was full size and set in the middle with heavy fur blankets from the top to the bottom. An assortment of big black and brown pillows surrounding it on the floor
“Tiffany, will love this,” he whispered, thinking on his new queen.
“Sir, did you wish to have a meeting?” a slender man asked from behind him.
“I suppose it is time,” he replied slowly turning. “No women. Gather my strongest and have the rest ready my meal.”
“Of course, right away,” the man said with a shocked look as he backed away.
Dillan smiled, reaching up rubbing his chin, thinking this was something that should have happened a long time ago. Maybe the werewolves would not have grown to the power that they have had, if a man had been running the wereboars, and not some woman who thought she was better than the likes of a ruler such as himself. Right before Dillan left for the meeting he called his mother’s personal male servant into his now private quarters and ordered that he give up the place that his two younger sisters were being held. The man named Charles refused, saying that he was to give up his own life before betraying their whereabouts.
“What honor would I have if I so easily broke my word?”
Dillan offered him a new release from the girls, telling him that he would allow him to live as a proud man, never to deal with the rules of another woman as long as he named the place where they were being held.
“Never take a woman’s orders?” the man asked.
“Never, you have my word,” Dillan smiled, knowing all the men would follow him now.
“She has kept them in the forbidden house of your father.”
“All this time, they have been in my father’s home?”
“Yes, my lord. She knew no one would dare enter the place of his death, or where he claimed his domain.”
“That sneaky bitch,” Dillan laughed. “Wonder what else she has hidden up there? Get this meeting on, I have a trip to make.”
Twenty minutes later nine men stood in front of a blazing fire at the mouth of the cave. Dillan walked out wearing black leather pants, and a sheer gray tank top. His red curls covered one side of his face as he looked the men up and down, walking around them like a stalking animal. He stopped at the shortest man. He was standing in the lineup, three men deep, and Dillian simply yanked him out by the hair of his head. All the men spread apart as Dillan began beating the man, which never lifted a hand to protect himself.
“Is this what we have become under the rule of our women? Can we not even hold a hand up to save a strike?” Dillan said, gripping the man by the throat. “Fight me or I will tear the heart from your body.” Then he raised his hand to hit the man again.
The man grabbed Dillan’s hand and then kicked Dillan’s legs out from under him, knocking him directly down on his chest. The man jumped up and brought his leg back for a second kick, when Dillan rolled to his side bringing his fist up between the man’s legs, dropping the man instantly. Dillan got to his knees, sliding a blade out from his back area, then dove on the man, slicing it through his upper body several times, as the man went back clutching at his attackers shirt. “This is how we will win over the wolves,” he said looking down into the dying man’s eyes, and then lifted the blade into the air. “Did you see how simple he fell?”
“We have never battled with weapons,” another man said stepping out from the eight.
“And we have lost every time. It was my mother’s worse weakness,” he proclaimed getting to his feet, waving the blade back and forth. “I say we learn to use metal and kill as many as we can.”
“May I speak my Lord?” one of the largest of the men asked, taking a knee in front of Dillan.
“This is a new order and you all have the right to speak. What say you, Thomas?”
“I remember your father gathering us saying these same words,” he explained, slowly raising his head. “Ask the one who followed your mother. He will know where your mother placed your father’s irons.”
“Irons? You mean my father had more of these?” Dillan asked, holding up the bone handled blade. “He gave me this when I was four, and told me of the many others that he’d made. Then my mother told me it was all lies, that he had nothing like he claimed.”
“Charles will know my Lord,” Thomas claimed, getting to his feet.
“Bring me Harbra’s slave,” Dillan ordered, causing two of the smaller men that stayed close to the opening of the cave, to take off running to find the one he was wanting.
One came back out hopping backwards; reaching down rubbing at his shin bone, as he looked back and forth amongst the group outside. His gaze then went to the other man that was dragging Charles out by the back of the shirt to the opening of the cave, with him cursing the whole way. The smaller man dropped Charles a few feet from the fire, getting a hard kick in the shin from the tip of Charles’s black shiny boots, causing everyone to start laughing including, Dillan. Charles stood up dusting off his clothes, swearing under his breath, as if he hadn’t even noticed the group standing around watching him.
“You missed a spot,” Dillan said, walking up behind him and began wiping at the back of his shirt.
“Thank you, I can’t believe…” he began to say, when Dillan gripped his neck so hard he couldn’t breathe in air.
“Are you really that stupid…wait, of course you are, and it’s why my dear, dead, mother chose you to do all of her dirty work. Well, now you belong to me and I want to know where the rest of these are?” Dillan asked, pushing the blade up against his throat.
“Your father hid those before he died,” Charles did his best to reply through clenched teeth.
“Why on earth would he do that, when he wanted to use them to fight our enemy?”
“He feared your mother would find them and use them for something that he never meant to use them for.”
“I swear, if you don’t stop twisting your words,” Dillan hissed, pulling the blade enough to start a small trickle of blood to drip down Charles’s neck.
“There is much that you do not understand, Dillan. I was told to follow your mother. He ordered me to make sure that she never found out his secrets until it was the right time.”
“You lie,” Dillan squeezed with one hand, while pushing the tip of the blade deeper with the other.
“No, I can prove it, my Lord. He wanted to overthrow your mother ever since she began acting like her mind was failing. His grave holds everything you need to know, proving that my words are true,” Charles pleaded, gently touching Dillan’s arm.
“My father trusted this information in someone like you? Why?”
“I am your uncle and your father’s brother from a second birth. He knew I would die for him, and you should know that I will die for his seed.”
“Why did my father really die? I know he did not mourn from failure, he was far too strong of a wereboar for that,” Dillan stepped back easing who he now knew to be his father’s younger brother, to the ground.
“I am sorry to tell you this, but I believe your father was poisoned when he went with your mother to visit your sisters.”
“How can you be sure?” Dillan asked turning Charles to look at him.
“Why else would your father’s remains be in the grave and not in their stomachs?”
Charles went on to explain that he never wanted anything from the werewolves, but the right to exist as an equal, and not one thought of as a lower class. He wanted his people to be accepted by the counsel, and given a seat to have the right to choose and vote just like the rest of the clans in America. He told the men that had gathered closer to the fire that it was Harbra that pushed him into the sacred circle, where Adella’s husband stood just as she had, wanting nothing but to be left alone and to live in peace. Adella had rushed up on the top of the hill in time to see Anthony fall to his knees at the side of the stone circle, with Harbra pulling her arm away from his back. Dillan’s father, Camel, was coming down in his wereboar form, ripping out the remainder of his life. She ran with all the fire that she had in her body to reach the house and warn the others, with all of the wereboars in beast form running right behind her.
Dillan listened finding it hard to believe that it wasn’t his father’s idea to rule what he had thought was his enemy all of his life, but the wicked works of his insane mother. Charles went on to tell Dillan that he had three other sisters that were killed at birth, and that the other two were held against their will, treated worse than any creature in the lower class. All because the queen wanted them to know that they would never be able to take her place. He then admitted that his father wanted to take the life of his mate, and raise the children as far away from the order as he could take them.
“Anthony Michelle and your father were friends. His son is very much like him and will not kill, Parker,” Charles said touching Dillan’s back.
“Nothing’s changed. I want to see my father’s grave…I want the weapon’s,” he whispered, slowly turning his head and glaring at Charles. “If you’re lying…we’ll have you for supper when we get there. Now boys, ole Grady there is getting colder by the minute.” That’s when the yipping and grunts became loud and Grady’s body was torn into multiple pieces.
“I want you to know that your father would be proud to see that you have taken a stand to lead. I wish he were here to see it for himself,” Charles said, then turned to walk away.
“Old man,” Dillan called out, causing Charles to stop and look back. “Sleep good, we have a long trip a head of us.” Then he tossed him a hunk of thigh.
Dillan’s temperament had changed like the flip of a switch after hearing what Charles had said. He had often heard stories around the fires of the men’s camp, telling how his father wanted things to be different, where men stood proud and raised their children with honor. But, Harbra always had a way of taking dreams away from her people, wanting nothing but to destroy everything in her path. Dillan’s thought’s kept going back to Tiffany, the beautiful human that seemed to be falling in love with him, even after he told her about his family curse. He walked out into the flat lands of the night wishing he hadn’t been so mean to her the night he marked her and with certainty made her one of his kind. He cared little for the wolves, and thought nothing on the fact whether they lived or died, but he would now go to any measure to get not only the woman he claimed as his own, but the brother that he would groom to help run the pack the way his father had always wanted.
Chapter Seventeen
Carter rushed up the steps of the lower levels to tell Anthony and Sky, that Tiffany was about to make her first change. He found them having dinner with Henry and Bonny, and didn’t want to alert the others to the seriousness at hand. Adella sat next to her father and was the first to notice the look on Carter’s face. She excused herself, bowing at Anthony as she wiped her mouth. He turned in his seat and then asked Sky if she would like to take a walk.
“But, we haven’t had dessert and I wanted to talk to dad about….”
“Really, I need you to help me change,” he claimed bringing his tone up on the last word, “the locks on the back door.”
Sky wrinkled her eye brows, standing as Anthony pulled out her chair. “We’ll let you talk to grandfather and please, enjoy the rest of your meal. This won’t take but a few minutes.” Then Anthony rushed Sky out of the room, as Adella closed the double dining room doors behind them. Carter whispered that the girl was beginning to shift and needed to know when to upgrade the drugs for the different type of were creature, not wanting to cause her to go into an overdose and die. The four rushed back down the winding stone steps, finding Parker doing his best to talk Tiffany through the pain.
“Do you know how much to give her to control the pain?” Carter asked, grabbing the medical kit from the wall.
“Not as much as you’ve been giving us. You don’t want to stop the transformation, or you may stop her heart. Just two CC’s will do it. She’s gonna wanna feed when she opens her eyes as one of us,” Parker explained, standing up gripping the bars.
“You will pay for betraying our people, Parker,” the other wereboar yelled out from his hidden corner of the back cage.
“The girl has done nothing to suffer for our stupidity, Kevin. Why do you care either way? You were no more than a side kick to me…a nothing!”
“I will go back up and have one of the men ready a feeding for her,” Adella said, then took off up the stairs.
Everyone was looking at Parker as he argued with the other man, when Tiffany screamed out flipping onto her back. She grabbed her head in both hands and began slamming the back of it on the hard stone of the cage floor. “Give her the drug,” Sky called out, rushing to the cage bars. Carter took aim, hitting her in the thigh. Tiffany rolled to her side, knocking the dart out and getting to her knees. Blood ran down her back and soaked her blond hair, as she rocked back and forth.
“Mommy,” Tiffany screamed, throwing herself forward, grabbing the ground with things that no longer resembled human hands.
Blood burst out from the sides of her head, as the bones grew to enormous size. Tiffany’s face tore right down the middle, her flesh absorbing into the harsh texture of the skin that was replacing it. She fell down on her elbows covering her face with her cloven hands, as it pushed out from the nose and mouth, filling her grip with a horror that she found only in the depths of her nightmares. Bones popped and slid, while Sky waited in horror, grateful that she couldn’t remember her first change, and overly honored that she didn’t turn into one of the things that she was now staring at. Tiffany lay panting rapidly on her side. Her huge boar head lying at an angle while her legs and arms twitched with massive muscle tremors as the last of her body completed its transformation.
Tiffany moaned rolling onto her bent legs, pushing herself into a standing position, but stumbling back due to the drugs that were in her system. Anthony told Carter to get the goat and to be quick about. They stayed watching Tiffany look down the front of her new body, while trying to hold herself up using the wall. Her head came up when she heard Anthony talking to Carter, and yelled out a high pitched squeal in their direction.
“He better hurry, or she will try and break down that door,” Parker added trying to look in at Tiffany.
