arise to the nightmare

as we awoke the news played a story neither of us could ever imagine and once again I was mortalized by the horror of my actions and how easy it was for the wolf to kill. the bloody sexually explicit scene seemed like something you'd find in a hellraiser movie and appalled me. what made the horror of what was shown tempered by anger was they pinned the whole ordeal on Samantha Randall and I knew they were trying to get everyone to hunt her down and in turn hunt me down through her. I made her a target by saving her and all she got out of it was being used as a cum dumpster she moved close leaning into my side as the reporters voice and words turned to white noise next to our thoughts and conversation as we talked with eachother and decided to figure out what we could do. "I don't regret you fucking me or filling me with your dick and cum cause I wanted it. but now I've turned us into a target and it's best I get away and draw the attention with me" I snarled drawing her attention fully "no we fight and die together." she nodded and squeezed me to her causing her breasts to push around my arm and rustling my dick to life breathing it to attention fully erect. she looked down and chuckled and climbed on top of me taking me deep inside her and she was as tight this morning as she was last night and she rode me slowly and passionately to an explosive release for us both then again and again as she rode me cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. I watched her titts bounce and suckled them as she rode cowgirl and when she rode me reverse cowgirl I watched her ass bounce and smacked it as her pussy sucked my balls dry. we finished showered seperately and got ready to begin our search for a safe haven. All the while the feeling of the massacre I committed, for God only knows what reason I did it for, kept replaying in my head with one undeniable sensation enjoyment there was no guilt or remorse or revulsion by my actions. I enjoyed it and at the end of the day it'd be a burdened dark secret I'd carry and I wasn't sure if I could trust Doctor Randall knowing that there was no human empathy or compassion within me for the people I killed. the more I let the beast take control the more I let it win and the more I was losing my humanity. I planned for the worst but hoped for the best there was some rumoured places supposedly to be safe havens for Lycans. I still wasn't sure why the vardalaks were using Randall and she didn't smell like one and it was very unlikely that she was an ancient vardalak which would be the only way she wouldn't smell like a corpse. I was puzzled by it and not sure why they wanted her but all I knew was she needed to stay close as we moved towards safety because she was going to be in just as much Danger. we headed east towards a bay town that had a dock. I knew my family hailed from our ancestral home of Romania. at this point and time I abandoned any thoughts of the auction and the author's other books because we were in a dire situation where that wasn't important and we needed to survive. we made it as far as new orleans when they caught up to us. I smelled them before I heard them and the blow to the side of my head sent my vision swirling red as my rage ignited triggering the virus to spread like fire through my veins. it started with my eyes turning black at the sclera and the iris turning bright red. then my muscles experienced hypertrophy as they expanded and hardened in my arms chests back upper thighs calves biceps and triceps. my face muscles and bones stretched taught making my skin feel like a tight mask over my face as my teeth forced my gums to stretch when they lengthened and sharpened in my jaw. my skin felt tight all over and burned itched and tingled at the same time. the tips of my fingers ached as the nails grew sharp and curved and I started tearing my skin off in the places that itched revealing the hair underneath in areas over my groin pecs back and legs and glutes. the rest of the skin turned a blue black color. my vision was extremely enhanced as were my other senses. my body temperature was extremely high and I felt like their was fire in my veins that ebbed and flowed. this change happened faster than I expected but I was grateful for it because they had broke my jaw which by now was healed. I rushed forward fast on two legs a blur and they moved just as fast if not faster lifted me up and proceeded to play catch with me. the doctor screamed and started to run and two of them caught her "now pretty you know your place is with us and your going to accept us and take your place among us" their words were odd but I didn't have time to ponder them. as I was hurled through the air I got even madder at being man handled and as I was coming back down I extended my arms to the side and angled my body down head first and thrust my arms straight ahead like super man gravity yanked me fast towards the vardalak who was fixing to catch me and he could do nothing but let a half scream leave his mouth as my claws and arms drove through him ripping him in half. as I stood up covered in blood of their fallen comrad and faced the others I roared my dominance over my kill. they laughed and said "guess play time is over cause he is smarter than the others even when in a blind rage" they started moving like a pack towards me and that's when my jaw would've dropped and I would've asked questions myself if my vocal capacity wasn't grunts, howls, snarls, and growls and I was in my human shape. another lycan came barreling out of nowhere clipping the vardalak and throwing him into the air and making him land face down unconscious in the snow. the lycan proceeded to attack the other vardalaks killing them and then there was crossbow shots fired covering the lycans back pinning the other vardalak in the snow down by the head and heart as he tried to get up to attack the lycan from behind, the bolts to the major extremities rendered him dust. if they turned to dust I remember the book saying they had to be at least 150+ years old. I snarled and started fighting I grabbed vardalaks by the heads ripping their heads off severing arms and slinging their guts everywhere. as I got close to the other lycan I could smell that it was a she and it drove my fight and protect animal instinct even higher. as we finished off the others I morphed back and turned to a raven haired beauty with a stunning figure staring at me with her lycans eyes which were a cerulean blue color with black sclera. her eyes were the last to turn human. she walked up her hips swaying her long black raven hair swishing down the middle of her back and her firm D cup titts moving ever slightly with her walk and her thick hourglass figure was distracting as she went to stand right in front of me and slap me across the face. "are you stupid your one of the last born lycans in centuries to be born and your out here making amateur moves risking killing yourself?!!" she shouted in my face and the only thing I could think to say was "what the hell was that for?!!" she laughed and I realized for the first time she didn't incite my rage like everyone else did when they hit me. instead I strangely felt turned on which was further accentuated by my erection. "that was for being stupid, openly ogling me, and getting hard from it" and she accentuated the getting hard part with a two finger flick to my dick causing it to jump up and down like a diving board. I could smell the jealousy rolling off Randall. I ignored her because something was drawing me to this raven haired beauty and I wasn't sure what it was. the guys shooting cross bows came up and tossed her clothes saying "here Hazel, you need to get dressed your sword is over there." I realized they were Hunters but I wasn't sure of what. "are y'all hunters?" they all laughed and said "not like the government hunters you've probably run into no actually. we hunt the vardalaks that have inserted themselves into the government in an attempt to have a free food source off humans unquestioned by anyone and kill off lycans." they started to leave and I decided to follow and as I got close the one called hazel turned and said "look we haven't got time to babysit if your looking to tag along don't" " actually mrs.snooty bitch I was hoping you could escort us" and I indicated me and doctor Randall "to the docks in georgia to leave to Romania" she looked sharply at Randall like she knew something I didn't but then turned at me when I said the last part "are you fucking insane?!!! you can't take her to Romania first off that's our ancestral home and origins that is there in the carpathian mountains unreachable by any who aren't like us and second you'll regret taking her there mark my words!" I looked at doctor Randall for the first time truly puzzled cause this was the closest I got to answers but I refused to let it deter me. "can you help us or not?" "no, if you take her there you do it on your own" they turned and left.we started to leave from new orleans heading further east we got to Nashville Tennessee and stopped the vehicle we had stolen was out of gas and we didn't have cash to stay off the radar so we bunked out in an abandoned nice ass house. it was shelter and with the outside looking nice and me using some reverse electrical engineering to give the place power and with the truck in front they would never suspect us and we blended in. we bunked in for the night AC on full blast covered up in blankets and laying in a bundle of them. "what do you think she meant by what she said about me" "I don't know" " do you find her attractive" I almost choked on my breath at the sudden change of topic ",why do you ask?" "just wondering cause I found her attractive" even with my human eyes I could see better in the dark than most humans and I rolled over to look at her. she was flushed and her estrogen levels were elevated and I could smell the scent of her arousal. my body didn't respond though like it did the first time instead I was thinking of Hazel she made my blood boil. I wondered if she was bitten or born. it was rare to survive a bite cause it forced the body to change or die and if her system couldn't handle the infected change to her DNA structure of her cells she'd die a horrendously disgusting death it isn't pretty. I tried to change one of my loves but she wasn't physically strong like she seemed and she died in a half shifted half non shifted mess of stretched skin and hair in places and all deformed it made me vomit my guts all over the floor just looking at it. it was like looking at a deformed mummified corpse of a human instead of a lycan. I was curious if Randall would survive it or not because she must be strong for the Vardalaks to want her so bad. I rolled over and decided to throw her for a loop "if I offered you the bite would you accept it?" she spluttered and became flustered as I asked and said "Honestly, No because I'm not fond of being an animal I can barely handle fucking one cause I'm not into beastiality." her answer was a surprise to me and I didn't know what to think or feel about it. I rolled over and closed my eyes determined to sleep.