J2 Fic: The Hunter Chronicles: The Weeping Cry for the Harbinger of Death
Title: The Hunter Chronicles: The Weeping Cry for the Harbinger of Death
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5,792
Warning/spoilers: werewolves, explicit violence, sexual situations
Disclaimers: I own nothing, this is pure fiction from my crazy mind when you don’t get enough sleep. Please don’t sue.
Summary: In a tragic twist of fate with the life of his brother-at-arms in his hands, Jensen Ackles must turn to his nemesis for help. For his greatest mortal enemy may become his most valuable ally. But what is the price the Alpha werewolf sovereign will demand from the hunter that has been stalking him for years. As hatred, anger, and grudging respect have intertwined the combatants in all their battles of wits, danger looms ahead for another hidden enemy waits in the shadows. Story has been beta’d by the phenomenal oldbatj.
Part 10
With the vision of razor sharp fangs snapping toward his throat, Jensen quickly shoved his knees up into the soft underbelly of the gray-furred werewolf, displacing it from its perch atop his body and catapulting the beast into the air to land a few feet from him. The former hunter’s hands immediately grabbed the silver blade strapped to his side and flipped onto his feet, with the cold metal gripped tightly in his right hand.
The werewolf snarled at him, its malevolent amber eyes watched his graceful movements as the two opponents assessed one another in the moonlight. The beast lowered its snout at the hunter, its sinewy muscles tensed, as it prepared for another attack. Unbeknownst to Jensen, his own eyes flared neon-green. Elongated fangs burst from his jaws as his fingernails lengthened and became claws.
The beast roared with fury before dashing toward him. It suddenly hurled itself in the air, its sharp canines aimed directly at Jensen’s throat. However the hunter grabbed the gray werewolf in midair and slammed its body onto the grassy ground. His claws pierced into the hide covering the beast’s neck. The werewolf immediately stopped struggling when it realized that each tug brought those sharp claws even closer to its jugular.
“Shift and reveal your identity to me, wolf!” Jensen growled. He instantly felt a wave of power rushing from his body, pouring into the unknown werewolf, forcing it to submit to his will.
The gray-furred beast fought against the order, shocked and fearful that another creature that was not its Alpha could command its body to change to human form. It continued to struggle despite the deadly grip of the claws digging deeper into its throat with each jerk. Bright green merciless eyes drilled into the wolf as it continued to desperately fight against the command. Bloodied human skin began to show in patches among the sweat-slicked fur. The sound of bones breaking and reforming filled the cold night air.
Beneath the strong hold of the hunter, the growling, bleeding naked form of a brown-haired man laid upon the grass. His blue eyes glared up at the dispassionate hunter.
“Your name, Wolf.”
The werewolf wanted to snarl out an insult but again he was compelled to answer the stranger. “Viggo.”
“What business do you have here?”
“It’s my home, you bastard! I’ll kill you for what you did to us!” Viggo growled as he began struggling against Jensen’s claws once more.
“Calm yourself, Viggo. I am not the one responsible for the horror that has been visited upon your pack.”
“Liar! The stench of humans is all over our land.”
“Do I smell human to you?” Jensen asked, raising his right eyebrow in puzzlement.
Viggo glowered at his captor. But he leaned forward, even though the claws pressed more deeply into his neck, in order to smell the predator before him. He realized that the creature holding him had the distinct smell of a werewolf mixed in with another unidentified scent. The man holding him might not be a human but he didn’t smell like a typical werewolf either. He grimaced and looked away, refusing to answer the stranger.
“Did you see who attacked your pack?”
Once again Viggo was compelled to answer. He replied, “I was away, visiting a neighboring pack. I did not come home until now. And then I saw my family….” The brown-haired werewolf closed his eyes, the devastation too much for him to bear.
The claws were slowly removed from Viggo’s throat. Tears began streaming down his pale face. His whole being filled was overcome with grief, sorrow and guilt. His mind tortured him with the hopeless possibilities of him never leaving and somehow having his presence change the fatal outcome and avoiding of his family’s deaths.
“I’m sorry for your loss. I promise you that I will find those responsible for this reprehensible act and they will be punished.”
“Who are you?” Viggo asked. But before the green-eyed stranger could answer him, a loud roar echoed through the woods.
“JENSEN!!”
“Shit….” The stranger mumbled looking over his shoulder. Suddenly a blur of black shadows moved directly in front of them. Within seconds a large massive, snarling black werewolf stood before them. The thick waves of power radiating from the black werewolf, shook Viggo to his foundation. He found himself kneeling down on his bloodied knees to the growling werewolf, showing his submission.
He was stunned by the reaction of the stranger. Instead of kneeling, the man walked right up to the snarling werewolf without any fear or hesitation. The massive black wolf immediately knocked the man down on the ground, its razor sharp jaws digging into the man’s neck.
“Mother Luna!” Viggo cried out, expecting to see an arterial spray of blood coming from the wound. Instead he heard the man mumble, “This is my favorite outfit! You just got it all dirty again.”
The black beast growled at the man, seemingly snapping his mouth tighter on the fragile human neck.
“Would you stop drooling on me?” The man whined. He slipped his hands through the silky black fur of the enraged wolf, rubbing the monster, while loosely embracing the beast.
Viggo watched the pair and realized that the black wolf was not biting the man, but merely holding the man down with his canines. He continued to stare in amazement as the wolf began to gently sniff and lick the man from his head down to his feet. Sensing the great danger he was in by witnessing such an intimate moment between the pair, he immediately crawled backwards away from the intertwined couple; widening the distance between them while keeping his eyes trained on them. He did not want to draw any attention onto himself. His gut was telling him that the black werewolf was extremely possessive of the stranger.
“Sam… I’m freaking fine. Would you stop that? It tickles…” Jensen yelped out in laughter, feeling the cold press of the black snout trailing along his side. He could sense how worried and angry the werewolf was with him.
He sighed and tenderly tugged the werewolf up until amber eyes bored into green ones. He muttered, “I’m sorry, Sam.”
“You had us worried, mate. When we smelled your scent, Jared nearly became mad with blood rage. He was afraid that something had happened to you.” Sam mindspoke to him, hurt and disappointment was evident in his voice.
“I’m sorry.” Jensen whispered.
“Please don’t do that again, Mate. We thought we had lost you. And that is more painful than any wounds that were ever given to us.”
Regret filled the hunter’s eyes. He leaned upward and buried his face against the glossy black fur of the wolf.
“Please forgive ME. I never had anyone to worry about me before. I did not think how much this would hurt you and Jared. I’m sorry.”
“Promise me that you will never do this again, putting yourself in danger.” The black werewolf mindspoke to him.
“I can’t promise you that, Sam. I’m a hunter. If there are evil bastards killing innocents and I can do something to stop them, I will.”
The werewolf growled in warning at him. But Jensen ignored his behavior and continued, “What I will swear to you is that next time I leave, I will let you know. I will not leave you wondering where I am. But … I am not a coward.”
Upon hearing those words, the Alpha immediately shifted. Jared gripped Jensen’s face until neon-green eyes stared into his multi-colored orbs. “You are many things, my little hunter. But a coward is not one of them.”
“I will be a coward if I run away every time something bigger and scarier appears.”
“Running is not the same as being weak. In situations where you cannot win, you must withdraw to survive.”
“Easy for you to say. Have you ever run away from anything?” Jensen furiously snapped.
“Yes.”
“What? When?!” Jensen exclaimed with astonishment.
“The feelings I had for you.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Jared!” Jensen growled in anger. He was infuriated that the Alpha was trying to manipulate his emotions.
“I am not. When I first met you, I knew that you were my mate. Hell, Sam pretty much told me the same. But I was not ready for the idea that a human could be my worthy Beta. Therefore I rejected you and declared you my enemy. But you were always on my mind. There was no escaping the memory of your green eyes. I had many chances to kill you, to rid my life of you once and for all. But I could not do it. You were my destined mate yet I was too afraid to claim you as my own.”
“Motherfucker…..what changed?”
“You came to me.”
“I fucking did not!” Jensen scoffed.
“You came with your omega friend, begging for my help. As soon as your feet touched my lands, I knew that I could no longer deny you as my own.”
“How convenient...” Jensen sneered.
Jared smiled. He leaned down and nuzzled his lover’s neck. He replied, “I am the beloved child of Mother Luna. When you came injured and bleeding from a bite, I knew that it was a sign. I must strike before the opportunity became too late. I claimed you as my own for you have always belonged to me. And I had always belonged to you.”
Jensen flushed, hearing the raw emotions in Jared’s possessive words. All the anger he felt for the werewolf immediately dissipated.
“You are still an asshat. But you’re my asshat.” Jensen grumbled. He leaned forward and buried his hot face against the werewolf’s neck.
“I will not allow you to run straight into dangerous situations,” Jared proclaimed.
“You just had to ruin the moment didn’t you?” Jensen griped.
“I will not bend in this matter.”
“Well, then we resolve this the old fashioned way.”
“By me fucking you so senseless that you will not be able to rise from our bed?”
“Ahh…no. We compromise. Seriously, dude, get your hands away from my junk. You think I’m going to let you come near it after that bombshell?” Jensen barked, annoyed at the amused Alpha. The werewolf continued to nuzzle at Jensen’s neck, producing quiet moans of passion from the hunter.
“The feel of your skin is addictive but it is your scent that haunts me. Even in my dreams, it follows me. You are everywhere….let me fuck you,” Jared muttered, placing tiny wet kisses along Jensen’s neck and collarbone. He hastily began stripping the hunter before gently pushing Jensen on the ground.
“Shit… can’t fucking think when you do that…” Jensen groaned. His fingers clutched at the Alpha’s silky brown locks. Jared gave a throaty, amused chuckle while he continued to kiss and lick along the hunter’s chest down to his thick, throbbing, red cock.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Jensen yelled when Jared swallowed him down.
The Alpha immediately pulled his mouth away and wickedly replied, “I believe my name is Jared-fucking-Padalecki.” Before he once again swallowed down the engorged erection.
Jensen thought he would go mad with pleasure as the werewolf continued to worship his cock. Tight wetness surrounded him. He then felt Jared’s blunt fingers plunging into his hole, driving him to thrust even harder into the werewolf’s mouth. The hunter groaned, his senses narrowed down to Jared’s mouth and fingers.
“Jared!” He cried out before spilling hot come down the Alpha’s throat. He whimpered when Jared gently pulled away from his softening member, kissing the oversensitive head. He closed his exhausted green eyes. Jensen relaxed against the grassy ground, his body sated with Jared’s lovemaking. He felt the Alpha leaning over him, arranging his legs to drape around the werewolf’s waist. A massive throbbing cock was pressing against his loosened hole.
“Don’t go asleep yet, my little hunter. I still have to fuck you senseless.” Jared muttered against his ears.
His eyes instantly snapped opened. He yelped, “What?!”
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“Jensen….Jensen…..Jensen…”
“Who the fuck is calling me! Show yourself!” The hunter demanded. He was in the middle of the woods, the moon shone brightly over his head. Despite how everything seemed vivid, he knew he was dreaming.
“For a guy that got every inch of his body fucked, you sure sound grumpy. What’s wrong, sugar? He wasn’t very good? Ohhh… I know. He was tiny. Sorry, honey. Damn shamed that he’s not proportional,” a dark-haired woman said, appearing behind him. Jensen spun around and narrowed his eyes. She gave him a beautiful smile. He continued to glare at her.
“If he was any bigger, I wouldn’t have a damn butt to sit on. Now who the Hell are you?” He pressed.
“I have many names. But you can call me, Traci.”
“Great…I’m dreaming about a con artist.”
“Aren’t you a sourpuss.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time, Jensen.”
“You know I’m with a guy, right?”
“Sugar, I don’t want your body. Just your soul will do.”
Jensen’s hands immediately went to his sides feeling for his hidden weapons. However, he realized his body was free of any metal.
“What are you?” He growled at the woman, making sure to stay outside her reach but still within eyesight.
“Finally, the right question to ask.”
“But you are not going to answer me.”
“Right again, Sweetheart. Better watch yourself, you’re starting to impress me.”
“Great….now I can sleep at night.”
The woman lifted her head and gave a burst of delighted laughter. She grinned at him and replied, “It’s been a very long time since anyone has given me lip. And what luscious lips you have.”
“You’ve been hounding me for weeks because you want to compliment my looks?”
“I’m shallow like that, darlin’,” she replied before winking at him.
Despite her seductive smile, Jensen didn’t trust her, he continued to edge a few inches away from her. He knew that he couldn’t die in a dream but his gut was telling him that this wasn’t any ordinary nightmare he was having.
“Deliver your message to me, Traci. No more games.”
The teasing expression instantly melted away from her beautiful face, replaced by an ancient mask. He knew that it was her true appearance. She was something more than what she was pretending to be.
“As you wish, θάνατος. I am here to tell you the true tale of the werewolf origins.”
“Why bother? I’m not your typical werewolf. That history doesn’t concern me.”
“Now that’s where you are wrong. We must learn of your past for it is the key to our future. The elders that had passed down the history of the werewolves had omitted one important event. The coming of the Harbinger.”
“Harbinger of what?” Jensen asked.
“The Mother Luna loved her children equally. She made them unique and powerful in their own ways. Alphas were the protectors, leaders of the pack. The betas were the nurturers, charged with caring for the future generation. And lastly were the omegas, their true gift was their calming nature, for they were completely submissive to their brothers and sisters. They were meant to be the most cherished and protected of the pack for their presence guaranteed that all three could live side-by-side in peace and harmony. The alphas, betas, and omegas, needed each other to balance out their natures. Omegas cannot survive without alphas and betas and vice versa. But lust for power soon pinned brother against brother. The omegas were driven from their pack, and without their presence, the alphas and betas become feral monsters that made the land weep with blood and death for decades.
The omegas became the hunted; those that were captured were treated like slaves. Soon their numbers were drastically depleted until they barely existed. Without their calming presence, the alphas and betas soon began to destroy each other. The end of times for werewolves was upon them.
In the midst of the civil war within the packs, a white werewolf appeared. He was the Harbinger.”
“Why do I get a distinct impression that this was not a good thing?” Jensen dryly asked.
“The white wolf was the Harbinger of Death. He came to restore the balance among werewolves. He killed all the feral beasts, reducing the werewolf population from millions to a mere fifty.”
“Shit….” Jensen whispered.
“He not only killed feral wolves, but also those that were tyrannical and despotic that had enslaved their own brothers and sisters to increase their powerbase. And when the balance of nature was re-established, the white wolf was no more.”
“What does this have to do with me? Are you telling me that the werewolves are out of balance again? That the Harbinger will be coming for the end of times?”
“No, Jensen. I’m telling you that the Harbinger is already here.”
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Gabriel Speight knelt on the floor of the den, bowing his head to his Beta.
“Tell me what you need me to do,” he asked with fevered passion in his voice.
“You had heard from the outsider that the human hunters are targeting and murdering packs. The killings will stop once Jensen Ackles is returned to them.”
“I was present when the weakling had whimpered his tale.”
“Then you understand that the survival of our pack relies on surrendering Ackles to the hunters.”
“Yes, my Beta.”
“I want you to make contact with these filthy, despicable humans. Let them know that we are willing to work with them in returning Ackles to them. Can you do this for me?”
“It will be my honor to serve you, my Beta,” he devotedly said, staring deeply into her beautiful dark brown eyes. She smiled benevolently at him. Her pale slender hand gently touched his face.
“You must be successful in your mission, Gabriel. The survival of the Padalecki Pack rests on your shoulders,” Sandy said.
She watched as the kneeling beta nodded and lowered his face to the ground. He missed the malicious sneer that graced her scarred face. Sandy quietly fumed at the claw-mark scars that had never healed from her skin. The only marks that left permanent scars to werewolves were always related to silver. Yet the halfling’s claws left permanent welts upon her face. She was too embarrassed to leave her home without a scarf covering up the disfigurement.
In the weeks that Jared had officially declared Jensen as his mate and Beta, Sandy saw all her supporters slowly turn away from her. There were only a handful of betas that were still loyal to her. Gabriel was one of those few remaining followers.
Her hand tenderly drifted to her extended belly. She smoothly rubbed her stomach. He will love us again, little one. Once we eliminate the halfling from his side, your father will return to us. Soon., Sandy thought.
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“You want us to do what?” Matt asked, blinking owlishly at Jensen. The hunter had the omegas convened in the middle of the field in the afternoon hour. Several feet away from them, targets were set up.
“There is a wide selection of weaponry here. I want you to master each type of weapon, be it guns, knifes, or axes. You will become an expert in all areas.”
“Why? If we are confronted with an enemy we will shift into our wolf forms. My wolf, Lana, will always protect me,” Kristen said. Her hazel eyes were full of confusion and doubt.
“There will be situations where your human form will be more advantageous than your wolf shape. For example, if a human had set up a bomb and his position was nearly two miles from here. Do you think you could shift into your wolf and get to him before he sets off the bomb? Hell no. It would take you at least ten minutes to get to him when it will only take him seconds to detonate the bomb. But if you were trained as a sniper, you could eliminate him as a threat within seconds, all without shifting into your wolf form.
There are some monsters out there that are immune to many things except for iron, silver or even fire. You can’t use these types of weapons against these beasts when you are in your wolf form.
Rule one, kids, never assume that your wolf shape is the best form in all types of situations when facing an opponent. It depends. You always want to have several back up plans in case something fails. And I will make sure you will have that skill set mastered before we moved on to the next level of training.” Jensen explained.
“Wow….there’s more training after this?” Ian inquired, his bright blue eyes full of interest and excitement.
“Yes. I’m training your bodies now. I want each one of you to feel comfortable and familiar with these human weapons. Learn them. Remember our previous lessons. Know your enemy. Know what weapons they use so that you can use it against them when the opportunity arises.
After this, I will train you on how to think like an investigator. Part of being a good hunter is to have a smart, quick thinking, brain. You will constantly be thrust into frightening situations where the lives of innocents will be depending on you to save them. If you start relying only on gut instincts and luck, you won’t survive past a month. You probably will also get someone else killed,” Jensen warned.
“How do you know we are worthy of this? That we are not too weak?” Michael quietly asked. His blue eyes were full of insecurity and anxiety.
“I wouldn’t have wasted my time if I thought you couldn’t handle it. I told you before and I’ll tell you again. You are the best God-damned bunch of hunters that I’ve had the honor and pleasure of training. You are brave, courageous, gifted, hard-working and loyal. I couldn’t ask for a better group...” Jensen’s green eyes bored into each of the omegas until he saw acceptance and self-confidence reflected in their eyes.
“Well, I always knew I was better. You don’t have to tell me twice.” Morgan boasted, giving Jensen a cheeky grin.
“In your dreams, old timer. Oh wait….you probably have other young things to dream about.” Jensen snidely said, wickedly winking at his red-faced friend.
“Why do you always have to bring Bieber into everything, you damn perv! I bet you have a man-crush on him yourself,” Morgan embarrassingly huffed.
“You must mean ‘boy-crush’ since the kid is way too young to be considered a full-grown man. And I didn’t say anything about Bieber. You must always have him on your mind since you keep bringing him up. Just admit your cradle-robbing ways. We can get you help...” the hunter needled, anticipating his friend’s explosive reaction.
“You… motherfucker!!!” Morgan bellowed before he launched himself at Jensen. The two friends end up tumbling onto the ground, wrestling with one another. Jensen quickly maneuvered Morgan on his belly, twisting his hands behind his back, as he sat on his friend’s struggling back.
“If you are faced with a weak-minded or emotional enemy... Use your words to your advantage, fluster or anger him so much that he will foolishly make a mistake that you can use against him. Remember, sometimes it’s better to use brains over brawn,” Jensen lectured.
“Get your heavy, saggy ass off me, you freak!” Morgan yelled.
“Why are you always checking out my ass? You got to get over being in love with me, dude. How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like you like that? You are way too old for me.” Jensen teased, slapping his hand on Morgan’s bottom.
“Ha! Don’t talk about age with me. Padalecki is super old. Makes me look like normal if I compare my relationship with Bieber against your twisted relationship with the Alpha.”
“So you admit that there is a ‘relationship’ with Bieber!” Jensen hooted gleefully.
“Shit… that’s not what I meant! You are twisting my damned words!” Morgan groaned before dropping his mortified face into the grassy field in defeat.
“Tell me, when did you realize that you were in love with the kid? Was it when he showed up naked with only a guitar, strumming how he loved you in the twilight hours this morning?”
“Someone…pick up that 9mm Glock and shoot me in the head with it! Please…..” Morgan whined. But Jensen continued to torture him with Bieber taunts.
“Oh…I know what our Beta is doing! He’s showing us tactics on how to break an enemy into revealing his secrets!” Alona exclaimed, smiling adoringly at Jensen.
Jensen blinked at her and replied, “R…ight. That’s what I’m doing. Totally not torturing my buddy because it gives me a sick pleasure to watch him squeal. Definitely showing you tactics.”
“That really sounds believable there, Jen.” Morgan muttered.
“Don’t call me ‘Jen’!”
“Get off of me, you lard ass! I can’t breathe. I need to show the kiddies how to use some of those weapons you laid out. I can’t do it if I’m unconscious.”
Jensen got up and helped his friend up. He groused, “I’m not fat! That’s additional muscle mass you are feeling!”
“You keep deluding yourself there, buddy.”
“Jared! Morgan is being mean to me!” Jensen mockingly shouted out. He chuckled when he saw Morgan dropping several shades of color.
“Goddamnit! I was joking! I don’t want to die over a joke!”
“You ain’t going to die. You’ll get mauled and lose a limb or two, but you won’t be dead. ‘Sides, Jared probably didn’t hear me.”
“Geez, thanks. I feel so much better.”
“Jensen, did you call me?” Jared asked suddenly appearing at Jensen’s side. Morgan shrieked and ran away toward the Omega’s den kicking up a cloud of dust in his haste.
“Morgan, get back here! Dang it! This is all your fault!” Jensen growled, glaring at his lover.
Jared smiled amusingly at him and replied, “Yes, my little hunter.”
“Don’t you ‘my little hunter’ me! You are helping me out training with the kiddies or no sex tonight.”
“What do you need me to do?” Jared immediately responded in all seriousness.
The omegas blinked at the Alpha’s demeanor when he was interacting with his Beta. This was the powerful werewolf that they had feared all their lives. Stories were told in pitch darkness of his cruelty, brutality and ruthlessness. The omegas had never seen him smile or laugh before. He always wore a dark and merciless expression on his handsome face. But in Jensen’s presence, the cold monster became a warm and loving Alpha that teased and chased his hunter around the field until both collapsed on the ground, laughing and kissing each other. No one could mistake the great affection and bond the two had for each other. Especially when Jensen was able to cause the Alpha to burst into laughter several times during the afternoon.
They began to see how their beloved Beta could love the Alpha that they had feared for so long. As they continued to watch the mated pair in the fading sunlight until the two shadows became one.
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“I found a contact that was willing to setup a meeting. Heading out now.” Gabriel said.
“Are you sure this contact is legitimate?” Jake asked, his blue eyes boring into the beta. His body was tense with adrenaline.
“Nothing is certain when you are dealing with humans. They are a deceitful species. But we have to try. If it turns out false, then I’ll kill all the humans present as vengeance for wasting our time.”
“My sister plans to come with you.”
“Mother Luna, why?! She risks too much. Especially since she’s carrying the Alpha’s pup. You need to tell her to stay here in case this proves to be a false lead. We do not want to expose her to any danger. And if the Alpha finds out our plans to replace his halfling…”
“I know. But you try telling her that... She is too desperate to remove that fucking hunter. Her hatred is blinding her from the risks and consequences of her actions if she is caught. Pup or no pup, Padalecki will murder her if he discovers her intentions. You must be careful. Make sure no one is following you!” Jake snarled in warning.
“Of course I will! She is our Beta and I will protect her with my life even if it means my death.”
“Don’t think for a moment your death will be a quick one if Padalecki finds out. He will torture you and anyone you ever cared about. He is ruthless, evil, and cruel. Never underestimate him.”
“Of course I won’t. I grew up with his legends and stories. I know exactly what I am jeopardizing if I am discovered. But for the good of the pack, Ackles must be removed.”
“Agreed. Wait two miles from the Christo Waterfalls in one hour. Sandy will be meeting you there.”
“Thank you, alpha.” Speight replied, briefly bowing his head before walking away from the werewolf. Jake quickly glanced around, noting that no one was near before he headed in the opposite direction. They both failed to look upward. Hidden in the tree branches above their heads was a young wolf. His amber-hued eyes tracked the rapid movements of a disappearing Speight.
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Black Eagle, Montana
“Show me evidence that you have Jensen Ackles in your possession,” the brown-eyed human replied. Even though a human was physically weaker than a werewolf, Speight knew he was in the presence of a dangerous and possibly superior predator. He was surprised at how fearful the man made him feel.
“I don’t have to prove anything to you, human.” Speight snapped, trying to hide his fear. But he instinctively knew that he did not fool the man.
“You have two seconds to show me proof before I slit your throat.”
“Gabriel, stop antagonizing the man! Show him the photographs that we had taken of the bastard human,” Sandy ordered.
“But…” Speight tried to argue.
“Do it!” Sandy snarled at him, her eyes flashing amber in her impatience.
“As you wish...” The male beta replied, pulling out the glossy photos of the hunter. He was afraid that he was giving up their last leverage to a dangerous killer without first negotiating terms. He finally saw an expression in the previously impassive, handsome face of the man. The look in the human’s eyes as he glanced over the pictures made even his wolf cower in fear.
“It seems that we are going to be working with each other after all, helping one another out. Please make yourselves comfortable. We have a lot to discuss...” Karl Urban said as he smiled at the werewolves. Gabriel shivered at the evil, nearly maniacal gleam in the man’s eyes. He wondered if his Beta had noticed how truly dangerous the man across from them was.
Suddenly Urban’s cold brown eyes flickered to the half-opened windows of the hotel room. With lightning fast speed, he threw himself through the glass frame.
“What the fuck?!” Sandy cried out.
When Urban appeared, he was dragging a struggling werewolf in his arms.
“Michael? Why in fucking Mother Luna are you here?” Speight growled at the omega.
“So I take it that this creature is not with you?” Urban mildly asked.
“That worthless piece of shit is certainly not one of mine!” Sandy hissed.
“Then you don’t mind if I kill him?” Urban questioned.
“Go right ahead. No one will miss him.” Sandy declared indifferently.
“That’s where you are wrong, you impostor!” Michael growled at them. Both Speight and Sandy gaped at him in stunned disbelief. Out of all the omegas, he had always been the most quiet, fearful and submissive of his kind. He never stood up for himself, allowing others to hurt and abuse him constantly.
“You dare to call me an ‘impostor’?” Sandy yelled.
“I do. You were never my Beta. Just a placeholder until our true Beta arrived. And when the Alpha hears of your betrayal, there will be nothing on this green Earth that will stop him from killing you.”
“And how will he know? You will never get a chance to tell him since you will be dead!” Speight snarled at the omega.
“My death will be enough of a clue. They will search for me.”
“You seriously think that you are even one bit worthwhile? You are nothing but omega trash! No one will look for you!” Speight jeered, his face twisted with disgust.
Michael gave them a beautiful smile and calmly replied, “My Beta will look for me. He won’t ever stop until he finds me. And when he does….he will avenge my death.”
“You fucking cocksucker!” Sandy screamed as she launched herself at the defenseless omega. Her claws ripped into Michael’s chest, tearing away bones until she reached his heart. Mad with hatred, she gave a sinister smile before ripping out the still-beating organ from his body.
“I….Am…..Worth….y…..” Michael uttered, defiantly glaring up at the face of his murderer, refusing to back down even in his death.
“You omega trash! Die! Die! Die!” Sandy screamed at him in rage. She clawed at his face, pounding into his facial bones until the werewolf became unrecognizable. Urban had dropped the body from his arms and watched impassively as the female werewolf became violently frantic, punching the corpse, crushing the bones to broken fragments. She was drenched in blood, flesh and hair. But still she continued to batter the body, seemingly trying to chase away Michael’s last words.
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Pain ripped into his heart. Jensen screamed in agony, immediately waking up from his sleep. He could feel the bond of one of his omegas dying. Tears streamed down his pale face as he desperately tried to help, but he knew it was to late. The omega had died.
“Jensen! What’s wrong?!” Jared roared beside him. But the hunter was still unable to speak, so consumed with grief and sorrow. He buried his tear-soaked face into his Mate’s arms, his body shuddering in anguish.
The Alpha held him tightly in his arms. Jared whispered comforting words and promises into his ears. His big strong hands caressed Jensen’s quaking back. As time passed, the overwhelming grief lessened to a more tolerable level.
“They killed him….” Jensen croaked, his voice still heavy with mourning.
“Who, Jensen?”
“I don’t know… an omega… But I’m going to fucking kill them….”
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Author’s Note 1: First and foremost, great thanks go to my very supportive beta, oldbatj. She will always inspire me with her dedication, headwhipping beta speed, support and cheer. I am very blessed to have her in my life. Thanks hon!
Author’s Note 2: The ‘Viggo’ in this story is Viggo Mortensen in my head in case you were wondering. Also once I found out about Justin Bieber showing up naked with only his guitar in his grandmother’s home, I just had to incorporate that image into this part. It was too hilarious and funny to pass up!
Author’s Note 3: I have placed a few clues into this part. In fact if you go back to some earlier parts, you can also pick up the clues. Have you been paying attention….:-P
Author’s Note 4: If you are still interested in what happens next, please comment. If not, thanks for reading!!!
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5,792
Warning/spoilers: werewolves, explicit violence, sexual situations
Disclaimers: I own nothing, this is pure fiction from my crazy mind when you don’t get enough sleep. Please don’t sue.
Summary: In a tragic twist of fate with the life of his brother-at-arms in his hands, Jensen Ackles must turn to his nemesis for help. For his greatest mortal enemy may become his most valuable ally. But what is the price the Alpha werewolf sovereign will demand from the hunter that has been stalking him for years. As hatred, anger, and grudging respect have intertwined the combatants in all their battles of wits, danger looms ahead for another hidden enemy waits in the shadows. Story has been beta’d by the phenomenal oldbatj.
Part 10
With the vision of razor sharp fangs snapping toward his throat, Jensen quickly shoved his knees up into the soft underbelly of the gray-furred werewolf, displacing it from its perch atop his body and catapulting the beast into the air to land a few feet from him. The former hunter’s hands immediately grabbed the silver blade strapped to his side and flipped onto his feet, with the cold metal gripped tightly in his right hand.
The werewolf snarled at him, its malevolent amber eyes watched his graceful movements as the two opponents assessed one another in the moonlight. The beast lowered its snout at the hunter, its sinewy muscles tensed, as it prepared for another attack. Unbeknownst to Jensen, his own eyes flared neon-green. Elongated fangs burst from his jaws as his fingernails lengthened and became claws.
The beast roared with fury before dashing toward him. It suddenly hurled itself in the air, its sharp canines aimed directly at Jensen’s throat. However the hunter grabbed the gray werewolf in midair and slammed its body onto the grassy ground. His claws pierced into the hide covering the beast’s neck. The werewolf immediately stopped struggling when it realized that each tug brought those sharp claws even closer to its jugular.
“Shift and reveal your identity to me, wolf!” Jensen growled. He instantly felt a wave of power rushing from his body, pouring into the unknown werewolf, forcing it to submit to his will.
The gray-furred beast fought against the order, shocked and fearful that another creature that was not its Alpha could command its body to change to human form. It continued to struggle despite the deadly grip of the claws digging deeper into its throat with each jerk. Bright green merciless eyes drilled into the wolf as it continued to desperately fight against the command. Bloodied human skin began to show in patches among the sweat-slicked fur. The sound of bones breaking and reforming filled the cold night air.
Beneath the strong hold of the hunter, the growling, bleeding naked form of a brown-haired man laid upon the grass. His blue eyes glared up at the dispassionate hunter.
“Your name, Wolf.”
The werewolf wanted to snarl out an insult but again he was compelled to answer the stranger. “Viggo.”
“What business do you have here?”
“It’s my home, you bastard! I’ll kill you for what you did to us!” Viggo growled as he began struggling against Jensen’s claws once more.
“Calm yourself, Viggo. I am not the one responsible for the horror that has been visited upon your pack.”
“Liar! The stench of humans is all over our land.”
“Do I smell human to you?” Jensen asked, raising his right eyebrow in puzzlement.
Viggo glowered at his captor. But he leaned forward, even though the claws pressed more deeply into his neck, in order to smell the predator before him. He realized that the creature holding him had the distinct smell of a werewolf mixed in with another unidentified scent. The man holding him might not be a human but he didn’t smell like a typical werewolf either. He grimaced and looked away, refusing to answer the stranger.
“Did you see who attacked your pack?”
Once again Viggo was compelled to answer. He replied, “I was away, visiting a neighboring pack. I did not come home until now. And then I saw my family….” The brown-haired werewolf closed his eyes, the devastation too much for him to bear.
The claws were slowly removed from Viggo’s throat. Tears began streaming down his pale face. His whole being filled was overcome with grief, sorrow and guilt. His mind tortured him with the hopeless possibilities of him never leaving and somehow having his presence change the fatal outcome and avoiding of his family’s deaths.
“I’m sorry for your loss. I promise you that I will find those responsible for this reprehensible act and they will be punished.”
“Who are you?” Viggo asked. But before the green-eyed stranger could answer him, a loud roar echoed through the woods.
“JENSEN!!”
“Shit….” The stranger mumbled looking over his shoulder. Suddenly a blur of black shadows moved directly in front of them. Within seconds a large massive, snarling black werewolf stood before them. The thick waves of power radiating from the black werewolf, shook Viggo to his foundation. He found himself kneeling down on his bloodied knees to the growling werewolf, showing his submission.
He was stunned by the reaction of the stranger. Instead of kneeling, the man walked right up to the snarling werewolf without any fear or hesitation. The massive black wolf immediately knocked the man down on the ground, its razor sharp jaws digging into the man’s neck.
“Mother Luna!” Viggo cried out, expecting to see an arterial spray of blood coming from the wound. Instead he heard the man mumble, “This is my favorite outfit! You just got it all dirty again.”
The black beast growled at the man, seemingly snapping his mouth tighter on the fragile human neck.
“Would you stop drooling on me?” The man whined. He slipped his hands through the silky black fur of the enraged wolf, rubbing the monster, while loosely embracing the beast.
Viggo watched the pair and realized that the black wolf was not biting the man, but merely holding the man down with his canines. He continued to stare in amazement as the wolf began to gently sniff and lick the man from his head down to his feet. Sensing the great danger he was in by witnessing such an intimate moment between the pair, he immediately crawled backwards away from the intertwined couple; widening the distance between them while keeping his eyes trained on them. He did not want to draw any attention onto himself. His gut was telling him that the black werewolf was extremely possessive of the stranger.
“Sam… I’m freaking fine. Would you stop that? It tickles…” Jensen yelped out in laughter, feeling the cold press of the black snout trailing along his side. He could sense how worried and angry the werewolf was with him.
He sighed and tenderly tugged the werewolf up until amber eyes bored into green ones. He muttered, “I’m sorry, Sam.”
“You had us worried, mate. When we smelled your scent, Jared nearly became mad with blood rage. He was afraid that something had happened to you.” Sam mindspoke to him, hurt and disappointment was evident in his voice.
“I’m sorry.” Jensen whispered.
“Please don’t do that again, Mate. We thought we had lost you. And that is more painful than any wounds that were ever given to us.”
Regret filled the hunter’s eyes. He leaned upward and buried his face against the glossy black fur of the wolf.
“Please forgive ME. I never had anyone to worry about me before. I did not think how much this would hurt you and Jared. I’m sorry.”
“Promise me that you will never do this again, putting yourself in danger.” The black werewolf mindspoke to him.
“I can’t promise you that, Sam. I’m a hunter. If there are evil bastards killing innocents and I can do something to stop them, I will.”
The werewolf growled in warning at him. But Jensen ignored his behavior and continued, “What I will swear to you is that next time I leave, I will let you know. I will not leave you wondering where I am. But … I am not a coward.”
Upon hearing those words, the Alpha immediately shifted. Jared gripped Jensen’s face until neon-green eyes stared into his multi-colored orbs. “You are many things, my little hunter. But a coward is not one of them.”
“I will be a coward if I run away every time something bigger and scarier appears.”
“Running is not the same as being weak. In situations where you cannot win, you must withdraw to survive.”
“Easy for you to say. Have you ever run away from anything?” Jensen furiously snapped.
“Yes.”
“What? When?!” Jensen exclaimed with astonishment.
“The feelings I had for you.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Jared!” Jensen growled in anger. He was infuriated that the Alpha was trying to manipulate his emotions.
“I am not. When I first met you, I knew that you were my mate. Hell, Sam pretty much told me the same. But I was not ready for the idea that a human could be my worthy Beta. Therefore I rejected you and declared you my enemy. But you were always on my mind. There was no escaping the memory of your green eyes. I had many chances to kill you, to rid my life of you once and for all. But I could not do it. You were my destined mate yet I was too afraid to claim you as my own.”
“Motherfucker…..what changed?”
“You came to me.”
“I fucking did not!” Jensen scoffed.
“You came with your omega friend, begging for my help. As soon as your feet touched my lands, I knew that I could no longer deny you as my own.”
“How convenient...” Jensen sneered.
Jared smiled. He leaned down and nuzzled his lover’s neck. He replied, “I am the beloved child of Mother Luna. When you came injured and bleeding from a bite, I knew that it was a sign. I must strike before the opportunity became too late. I claimed you as my own for you have always belonged to me. And I had always belonged to you.”
Jensen flushed, hearing the raw emotions in Jared’s possessive words. All the anger he felt for the werewolf immediately dissipated.
“You are still an asshat. But you’re my asshat.” Jensen grumbled. He leaned forward and buried his hot face against the werewolf’s neck.
“I will not allow you to run straight into dangerous situations,” Jared proclaimed.
“You just had to ruin the moment didn’t you?” Jensen griped.
“I will not bend in this matter.”
“Well, then we resolve this the old fashioned way.”
“By me fucking you so senseless that you will not be able to rise from our bed?”
“Ahh…no. We compromise. Seriously, dude, get your hands away from my junk. You think I’m going to let you come near it after that bombshell?” Jensen barked, annoyed at the amused Alpha. The werewolf continued to nuzzle at Jensen’s neck, producing quiet moans of passion from the hunter.
“The feel of your skin is addictive but it is your scent that haunts me. Even in my dreams, it follows me. You are everywhere….let me fuck you,” Jared muttered, placing tiny wet kisses along Jensen’s neck and collarbone. He hastily began stripping the hunter before gently pushing Jensen on the ground.
“Shit… can’t fucking think when you do that…” Jensen groaned. His fingers clutched at the Alpha’s silky brown locks. Jared gave a throaty, amused chuckle while he continued to kiss and lick along the hunter’s chest down to his thick, throbbing, red cock.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Jensen yelled when Jared swallowed him down.
The Alpha immediately pulled his mouth away and wickedly replied, “I believe my name is Jared-fucking-Padalecki.” Before he once again swallowed down the engorged erection.
Jensen thought he would go mad with pleasure as the werewolf continued to worship his cock. Tight wetness surrounded him. He then felt Jared’s blunt fingers plunging into his hole, driving him to thrust even harder into the werewolf’s mouth. The hunter groaned, his senses narrowed down to Jared’s mouth and fingers.
“Jared!” He cried out before spilling hot come down the Alpha’s throat. He whimpered when Jared gently pulled away from his softening member, kissing the oversensitive head. He closed his exhausted green eyes. Jensen relaxed against the grassy ground, his body sated with Jared’s lovemaking. He felt the Alpha leaning over him, arranging his legs to drape around the werewolf’s waist. A massive throbbing cock was pressing against his loosened hole.
“Don’t go asleep yet, my little hunter. I still have to fuck you senseless.” Jared muttered against his ears.
His eyes instantly snapped opened. He yelped, “What?!”
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“Jensen….Jensen…..Jensen…”
“Who the fuck is calling me! Show yourself!” The hunter demanded. He was in the middle of the woods, the moon shone brightly over his head. Despite how everything seemed vivid, he knew he was dreaming.
“For a guy that got every inch of his body fucked, you sure sound grumpy. What’s wrong, sugar? He wasn’t very good? Ohhh… I know. He was tiny. Sorry, honey. Damn shamed that he’s not proportional,” a dark-haired woman said, appearing behind him. Jensen spun around and narrowed his eyes. She gave him a beautiful smile. He continued to glare at her.
“If he was any bigger, I wouldn’t have a damn butt to sit on. Now who the Hell are you?” He pressed.
“I have many names. But you can call me, Traci.”
“Great…I’m dreaming about a con artist.”
“Aren’t you a sourpuss.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time, Jensen.”
“You know I’m with a guy, right?”
“Sugar, I don’t want your body. Just your soul will do.”
Jensen’s hands immediately went to his sides feeling for his hidden weapons. However, he realized his body was free of any metal.
“What are you?” He growled at the woman, making sure to stay outside her reach but still within eyesight.
“Finally, the right question to ask.”
“But you are not going to answer me.”
“Right again, Sweetheart. Better watch yourself, you’re starting to impress me.”
“Great….now I can sleep at night.”
The woman lifted her head and gave a burst of delighted laughter. She grinned at him and replied, “It’s been a very long time since anyone has given me lip. And what luscious lips you have.”
“You’ve been hounding me for weeks because you want to compliment my looks?”
“I’m shallow like that, darlin’,” she replied before winking at him.
Despite her seductive smile, Jensen didn’t trust her, he continued to edge a few inches away from her. He knew that he couldn’t die in a dream but his gut was telling him that this wasn’t any ordinary nightmare he was having.
“Deliver your message to me, Traci. No more games.”
The teasing expression instantly melted away from her beautiful face, replaced by an ancient mask. He knew that it was her true appearance. She was something more than what she was pretending to be.
“As you wish, θάνατος. I am here to tell you the true tale of the werewolf origins.”
“Why bother? I’m not your typical werewolf. That history doesn’t concern me.”
“Now that’s where you are wrong. We must learn of your past for it is the key to our future. The elders that had passed down the history of the werewolves had omitted one important event. The coming of the Harbinger.”
“Harbinger of what?” Jensen asked.
“The Mother Luna loved her children equally. She made them unique and powerful in their own ways. Alphas were the protectors, leaders of the pack. The betas were the nurturers, charged with caring for the future generation. And lastly were the omegas, their true gift was their calming nature, for they were completely submissive to their brothers and sisters. They were meant to be the most cherished and protected of the pack for their presence guaranteed that all three could live side-by-side in peace and harmony. The alphas, betas, and omegas, needed each other to balance out their natures. Omegas cannot survive without alphas and betas and vice versa. But lust for power soon pinned brother against brother. The omegas were driven from their pack, and without their presence, the alphas and betas become feral monsters that made the land weep with blood and death for decades.
The omegas became the hunted; those that were captured were treated like slaves. Soon their numbers were drastically depleted until they barely existed. Without their calming presence, the alphas and betas soon began to destroy each other. The end of times for werewolves was upon them.
In the midst of the civil war within the packs, a white werewolf appeared. He was the Harbinger.”
“Why do I get a distinct impression that this was not a good thing?” Jensen dryly asked.
“The white wolf was the Harbinger of Death. He came to restore the balance among werewolves. He killed all the feral beasts, reducing the werewolf population from millions to a mere fifty.”
“Shit….” Jensen whispered.
“He not only killed feral wolves, but also those that were tyrannical and despotic that had enslaved their own brothers and sisters to increase their powerbase. And when the balance of nature was re-established, the white wolf was no more.”
“What does this have to do with me? Are you telling me that the werewolves are out of balance again? That the Harbinger will be coming for the end of times?”
“No, Jensen. I’m telling you that the Harbinger is already here.”
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Gabriel Speight knelt on the floor of the den, bowing his head to his Beta.
“Tell me what you need me to do,” he asked with fevered passion in his voice.
“You had heard from the outsider that the human hunters are targeting and murdering packs. The killings will stop once Jensen Ackles is returned to them.”
“I was present when the weakling had whimpered his tale.”
“Then you understand that the survival of our pack relies on surrendering Ackles to the hunters.”
“Yes, my Beta.”
“I want you to make contact with these filthy, despicable humans. Let them know that we are willing to work with them in returning Ackles to them. Can you do this for me?”
“It will be my honor to serve you, my Beta,” he devotedly said, staring deeply into her beautiful dark brown eyes. She smiled benevolently at him. Her pale slender hand gently touched his face.
“You must be successful in your mission, Gabriel. The survival of the Padalecki Pack rests on your shoulders,” Sandy said.
She watched as the kneeling beta nodded and lowered his face to the ground. He missed the malicious sneer that graced her scarred face. Sandy quietly fumed at the claw-mark scars that had never healed from her skin. The only marks that left permanent scars to werewolves were always related to silver. Yet the halfling’s claws left permanent welts upon her face. She was too embarrassed to leave her home without a scarf covering up the disfigurement.
In the weeks that Jared had officially declared Jensen as his mate and Beta, Sandy saw all her supporters slowly turn away from her. There were only a handful of betas that were still loyal to her. Gabriel was one of those few remaining followers.
Her hand tenderly drifted to her extended belly. She smoothly rubbed her stomach. He will love us again, little one. Once we eliminate the halfling from his side, your father will return to us. Soon., Sandy thought.
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“You want us to do what?” Matt asked, blinking owlishly at Jensen. The hunter had the omegas convened in the middle of the field in the afternoon hour. Several feet away from them, targets were set up.
“There is a wide selection of weaponry here. I want you to master each type of weapon, be it guns, knifes, or axes. You will become an expert in all areas.”
“Why? If we are confronted with an enemy we will shift into our wolf forms. My wolf, Lana, will always protect me,” Kristen said. Her hazel eyes were full of confusion and doubt.
“There will be situations where your human form will be more advantageous than your wolf shape. For example, if a human had set up a bomb and his position was nearly two miles from here. Do you think you could shift into your wolf and get to him before he sets off the bomb? Hell no. It would take you at least ten minutes to get to him when it will only take him seconds to detonate the bomb. But if you were trained as a sniper, you could eliminate him as a threat within seconds, all without shifting into your wolf form.
There are some monsters out there that are immune to many things except for iron, silver or even fire. You can’t use these types of weapons against these beasts when you are in your wolf form.
Rule one, kids, never assume that your wolf shape is the best form in all types of situations when facing an opponent. It depends. You always want to have several back up plans in case something fails. And I will make sure you will have that skill set mastered before we moved on to the next level of training.” Jensen explained.
“Wow….there’s more training after this?” Ian inquired, his bright blue eyes full of interest and excitement.
“Yes. I’m training your bodies now. I want each one of you to feel comfortable and familiar with these human weapons. Learn them. Remember our previous lessons. Know your enemy. Know what weapons they use so that you can use it against them when the opportunity arises.
After this, I will train you on how to think like an investigator. Part of being a good hunter is to have a smart, quick thinking, brain. You will constantly be thrust into frightening situations where the lives of innocents will be depending on you to save them. If you start relying only on gut instincts and luck, you won’t survive past a month. You probably will also get someone else killed,” Jensen warned.
“How do you know we are worthy of this? That we are not too weak?” Michael quietly asked. His blue eyes were full of insecurity and anxiety.
“I wouldn’t have wasted my time if I thought you couldn’t handle it. I told you before and I’ll tell you again. You are the best God-damned bunch of hunters that I’ve had the honor and pleasure of training. You are brave, courageous, gifted, hard-working and loyal. I couldn’t ask for a better group...” Jensen’s green eyes bored into each of the omegas until he saw acceptance and self-confidence reflected in their eyes.
“Well, I always knew I was better. You don’t have to tell me twice.” Morgan boasted, giving Jensen a cheeky grin.
“In your dreams, old timer. Oh wait….you probably have other young things to dream about.” Jensen snidely said, wickedly winking at his red-faced friend.
“Why do you always have to bring Bieber into everything, you damn perv! I bet you have a man-crush on him yourself,” Morgan embarrassingly huffed.
“You must mean ‘boy-crush’ since the kid is way too young to be considered a full-grown man. And I didn’t say anything about Bieber. You must always have him on your mind since you keep bringing him up. Just admit your cradle-robbing ways. We can get you help...” the hunter needled, anticipating his friend’s explosive reaction.
“You… motherfucker!!!” Morgan bellowed before he launched himself at Jensen. The two friends end up tumbling onto the ground, wrestling with one another. Jensen quickly maneuvered Morgan on his belly, twisting his hands behind his back, as he sat on his friend’s struggling back.
“If you are faced with a weak-minded or emotional enemy... Use your words to your advantage, fluster or anger him so much that he will foolishly make a mistake that you can use against him. Remember, sometimes it’s better to use brains over brawn,” Jensen lectured.
“Get your heavy, saggy ass off me, you freak!” Morgan yelled.
“Why are you always checking out my ass? You got to get over being in love with me, dude. How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like you like that? You are way too old for me.” Jensen teased, slapping his hand on Morgan’s bottom.
“Ha! Don’t talk about age with me. Padalecki is super old. Makes me look like normal if I compare my relationship with Bieber against your twisted relationship with the Alpha.”
“So you admit that there is a ‘relationship’ with Bieber!” Jensen hooted gleefully.
“Shit… that’s not what I meant! You are twisting my damned words!” Morgan groaned before dropping his mortified face into the grassy field in defeat.
“Tell me, when did you realize that you were in love with the kid? Was it when he showed up naked with only a guitar, strumming how he loved you in the twilight hours this morning?”
“Someone…pick up that 9mm Glock and shoot me in the head with it! Please…..” Morgan whined. But Jensen continued to torture him with Bieber taunts.
“Oh…I know what our Beta is doing! He’s showing us tactics on how to break an enemy into revealing his secrets!” Alona exclaimed, smiling adoringly at Jensen.
Jensen blinked at her and replied, “R…ight. That’s what I’m doing. Totally not torturing my buddy because it gives me a sick pleasure to watch him squeal. Definitely showing you tactics.”
“That really sounds believable there, Jen.” Morgan muttered.
“Don’t call me ‘Jen’!”
“Get off of me, you lard ass! I can’t breathe. I need to show the kiddies how to use some of those weapons you laid out. I can’t do it if I’m unconscious.”
Jensen got up and helped his friend up. He groused, “I’m not fat! That’s additional muscle mass you are feeling!”
“You keep deluding yourself there, buddy.”
“Jared! Morgan is being mean to me!” Jensen mockingly shouted out. He chuckled when he saw Morgan dropping several shades of color.
“Goddamnit! I was joking! I don’t want to die over a joke!”
“You ain’t going to die. You’ll get mauled and lose a limb or two, but you won’t be dead. ‘Sides, Jared probably didn’t hear me.”
“Geez, thanks. I feel so much better.”
“Jensen, did you call me?” Jared asked suddenly appearing at Jensen’s side. Morgan shrieked and ran away toward the Omega’s den kicking up a cloud of dust in his haste.
“Morgan, get back here! Dang it! This is all your fault!” Jensen growled, glaring at his lover.
Jared smiled amusingly at him and replied, “Yes, my little hunter.”
“Don’t you ‘my little hunter’ me! You are helping me out training with the kiddies or no sex tonight.”
“What do you need me to do?” Jared immediately responded in all seriousness.
The omegas blinked at the Alpha’s demeanor when he was interacting with his Beta. This was the powerful werewolf that they had feared all their lives. Stories were told in pitch darkness of his cruelty, brutality and ruthlessness. The omegas had never seen him smile or laugh before. He always wore a dark and merciless expression on his handsome face. But in Jensen’s presence, the cold monster became a warm and loving Alpha that teased and chased his hunter around the field until both collapsed on the ground, laughing and kissing each other. No one could mistake the great affection and bond the two had for each other. Especially when Jensen was able to cause the Alpha to burst into laughter several times during the afternoon.
They began to see how their beloved Beta could love the Alpha that they had feared for so long. As they continued to watch the mated pair in the fading sunlight until the two shadows became one.
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“I found a contact that was willing to setup a meeting. Heading out now.” Gabriel said.
“Are you sure this contact is legitimate?” Jake asked, his blue eyes boring into the beta. His body was tense with adrenaline.
“Nothing is certain when you are dealing with humans. They are a deceitful species. But we have to try. If it turns out false, then I’ll kill all the humans present as vengeance for wasting our time.”
“My sister plans to come with you.”
“Mother Luna, why?! She risks too much. Especially since she’s carrying the Alpha’s pup. You need to tell her to stay here in case this proves to be a false lead. We do not want to expose her to any danger. And if the Alpha finds out our plans to replace his halfling…”
“I know. But you try telling her that... She is too desperate to remove that fucking hunter. Her hatred is blinding her from the risks and consequences of her actions if she is caught. Pup or no pup, Padalecki will murder her if he discovers her intentions. You must be careful. Make sure no one is following you!” Jake snarled in warning.
“Of course I will! She is our Beta and I will protect her with my life even if it means my death.”
“Don’t think for a moment your death will be a quick one if Padalecki finds out. He will torture you and anyone you ever cared about. He is ruthless, evil, and cruel. Never underestimate him.”
“Of course I won’t. I grew up with his legends and stories. I know exactly what I am jeopardizing if I am discovered. But for the good of the pack, Ackles must be removed.”
“Agreed. Wait two miles from the Christo Waterfalls in one hour. Sandy will be meeting you there.”
“Thank you, alpha.” Speight replied, briefly bowing his head before walking away from the werewolf. Jake quickly glanced around, noting that no one was near before he headed in the opposite direction. They both failed to look upward. Hidden in the tree branches above their heads was a young wolf. His amber-hued eyes tracked the rapid movements of a disappearing Speight.
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Black Eagle, Montana
“Show me evidence that you have Jensen Ackles in your possession,” the brown-eyed human replied. Even though a human was physically weaker than a werewolf, Speight knew he was in the presence of a dangerous and possibly superior predator. He was surprised at how fearful the man made him feel.
“I don’t have to prove anything to you, human.” Speight snapped, trying to hide his fear. But he instinctively knew that he did not fool the man.
“You have two seconds to show me proof before I slit your throat.”
“Gabriel, stop antagonizing the man! Show him the photographs that we had taken of the bastard human,” Sandy ordered.
“But…” Speight tried to argue.
“Do it!” Sandy snarled at him, her eyes flashing amber in her impatience.
“As you wish...” The male beta replied, pulling out the glossy photos of the hunter. He was afraid that he was giving up their last leverage to a dangerous killer without first negotiating terms. He finally saw an expression in the previously impassive, handsome face of the man. The look in the human’s eyes as he glanced over the pictures made even his wolf cower in fear.
“It seems that we are going to be working with each other after all, helping one another out. Please make yourselves comfortable. We have a lot to discuss...” Karl Urban said as he smiled at the werewolves. Gabriel shivered at the evil, nearly maniacal gleam in the man’s eyes. He wondered if his Beta had noticed how truly dangerous the man across from them was.
Suddenly Urban’s cold brown eyes flickered to the half-opened windows of the hotel room. With lightning fast speed, he threw himself through the glass frame.
“What the fuck?!” Sandy cried out.
When Urban appeared, he was dragging a struggling werewolf in his arms.
“Michael? Why in fucking Mother Luna are you here?” Speight growled at the omega.
“So I take it that this creature is not with you?” Urban mildly asked.
“That worthless piece of shit is certainly not one of mine!” Sandy hissed.
“Then you don’t mind if I kill him?” Urban questioned.
“Go right ahead. No one will miss him.” Sandy declared indifferently.
“That’s where you are wrong, you impostor!” Michael growled at them. Both Speight and Sandy gaped at him in stunned disbelief. Out of all the omegas, he had always been the most quiet, fearful and submissive of his kind. He never stood up for himself, allowing others to hurt and abuse him constantly.
“You dare to call me an ‘impostor’?” Sandy yelled.
“I do. You were never my Beta. Just a placeholder until our true Beta arrived. And when the Alpha hears of your betrayal, there will be nothing on this green Earth that will stop him from killing you.”
“And how will he know? You will never get a chance to tell him since you will be dead!” Speight snarled at the omega.
“My death will be enough of a clue. They will search for me.”
“You seriously think that you are even one bit worthwhile? You are nothing but omega trash! No one will look for you!” Speight jeered, his face twisted with disgust.
Michael gave them a beautiful smile and calmly replied, “My Beta will look for me. He won’t ever stop until he finds me. And when he does….he will avenge my death.”
“You fucking cocksucker!” Sandy screamed as she launched herself at the defenseless omega. Her claws ripped into Michael’s chest, tearing away bones until she reached his heart. Mad with hatred, she gave a sinister smile before ripping out the still-beating organ from his body.
“I….Am…..Worth….y…..” Michael uttered, defiantly glaring up at the face of his murderer, refusing to back down even in his death.
“You omega trash! Die! Die! Die!” Sandy screamed at him in rage. She clawed at his face, pounding into his facial bones until the werewolf became unrecognizable. Urban had dropped the body from his arms and watched impassively as the female werewolf became violently frantic, punching the corpse, crushing the bones to broken fragments. She was drenched in blood, flesh and hair. But still she continued to batter the body, seemingly trying to chase away Michael’s last words.
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Pain ripped into his heart. Jensen screamed in agony, immediately waking up from his sleep. He could feel the bond of one of his omegas dying. Tears streamed down his pale face as he desperately tried to help, but he knew it was to late. The omega had died.
“Jensen! What’s wrong?!” Jared roared beside him. But the hunter was still unable to speak, so consumed with grief and sorrow. He buried his tear-soaked face into his Mate’s arms, his body shuddering in anguish.
The Alpha held him tightly in his arms. Jared whispered comforting words and promises into his ears. His big strong hands caressed Jensen’s quaking back. As time passed, the overwhelming grief lessened to a more tolerable level.
“They killed him….” Jensen croaked, his voice still heavy with mourning.
“Who, Jensen?”
“I don’t know… an omega… But I’m going to fucking kill them….”
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Author’s Note 1: First and foremost, great thanks go to my very supportive beta, oldbatj. She will always inspire me with her dedication, headwhipping beta speed, support and cheer. I am very blessed to have her in my life. Thanks hon!
Author’s Note 2: The ‘Viggo’ in this story is Viggo Mortensen in my head in case you were wondering. Also once I found out about Justin Bieber showing up naked with only his guitar in his grandmother’s home, I just had to incorporate that image into this part. It was too hilarious and funny to pass up!
Author’s Note 3: I have placed a few clues into this part. In fact if you go back to some earlier parts, you can also pick up the clues. Have you been paying attention….:-P
Author’s Note 4: If you are still interested in what happens next, please comment. If not, thanks for reading!!!