Chapter 58: Blood Of Blood

The Deep Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Alarick Michael Channon found himself being thrown into a heavy cage on the outskirts of some hick farm amid the trees of the forest that surrounded Fallon Creek. He felt hot all over as if his body had been engulfed in an invisible flame that just wouldn't end. He sweated profusely and the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth as he railed against the cage and the older brute who had brought him to this eerie place. The old man seemed unbothered as he sat in a lawn chair and popped the top on a freshly chilled beer can he'd dug out of a cooler beside him. He sat looking about the woods as if they had been his backyard and sipped his beer with ease. Rick had despised the older heavy-set man with broad shoulders and a very odd expression behind his deep hazel eyes. He seemed to be quite comfortable out in the woods and well-stocked as he sat with his feet kicked up sipping his beer and glaring at the caged naked boy.

"I've been living round these parts in peace for a good number of years and I'll be damned if some fucking mistake I made goes off cock first and starts bringing out unwanted attention." muttered the older man.

Rick growled at him unsure of what he meant as the intense burning heat continued to fill him.

The older man glared at him with amusement behind his eyes.

"The rut got you, good boy," he said shaking his head. "Can't even think straight I wager."

Rick narrowed his eyes at the older man furious at having been placed in a cage.

"LET ME OUT!" he shouted as the wolf in him began to rebel.

"No can do Son." replied the older man with a shaking of his head. "You're a danger to yourself and others in this heightened state."

"You're not my father." hissed Rick as he attempted to growl in warning.

"I'm sorry to say, I may not be your biological father but I have had a hand in siring you to the ways of the moonborn." admitted the older man. "Seeing as that makes you the blood of my blood and all that, I am as close as you gonna get."

Rick glared at the brute who had taken it upon himself to put him in a cage.

"You might as well settle down because you ain't going anywhere for a while." said the older man still sipping his beer. "That delirium's got quite a hold on you boy, can't control your urges, and being a teenage boy that makes this a lot more complicated."

"What the hell are you talking about?" growled Rick still very much agitated about being caged.

The old man rolled his eyes.

"Listen here whelp, you'd do better than to disrespect your sire and since you seem to be about formalities, I ain't just your blood donor." said the older man with a flicker of malice behind his eyes as they glowed yellow for a moment catching Rick off guard. "We have entered rutting season, and like all animals you've been severely affected up till now, I'd wager you've been sticking your dick in anything that moves...namely that other boy I saw you with...as the urges intensify, and they will, you'll lose control more often and possibly hurt some dumbass person just to get your dick wet, hence I have locked you in the cage and away from all good society, believe you and me I'm doing you a favor this way, once it passes you can go back to pretending to be among the rest of the riff-raff in that hovel you call a town."

Rick glared at the old man still not alright with being locked in the cage that held him.

He had noticed the increase in his loins becoming more and more direct with his urges and the marathon sex romps with Casey had been a clear indication that he couldn't control himself but what the old man was suggesting what that he had been beyond the typical teenage hormonal changes and would in fact pose a great deal of danger to anyone in town if left to his own devices.

A low whimper escaped him as he felt himself shifting against his will in a bid to power out of the cage, only to find that not even that had worked while the old man continued to sip his beer and watch him with a careful eye.

Rick had been quite annoyed as he growled and snarled as he tried biting the bars of his new cage in a bid to get out of it. The older man simply smirked and went back to slowly slipping his beer.

Rick snarled and clawed at the bars but it was to no avail. He was trapped more or less due to the overbearing brute that had taken him captive. He had not liked the idea of being the pack mate to such an out-of-touch jerk, but it seemed he had little to no choice as far as his options to change things had gone.

The beer-drinking hazel-eyed brute had smirked before finishing off his latest can and turned his attention toward the old radio he'd had beside him. He flicked it on and sat back against his seat enjoying the sounds as they filled his ears and echoed into the rather peaceful afternoon.

Rick had howled some before collapsing in the cage his mind venturing back toward Casey and how he had been alone again. He had not known what delirium was, but he had not cared to be away from his mate for any extended period of time.

"Hey, cheer up." said the hazel-eyed brute with something of a sad expression of his own. "It's not like I'm keeping you locked up forever, it's just until the delirium passes is all."

Rick didn't make a move nor another sound as he simply lied amid the cage and took a few long slow breaths.

All he could think about was Casey and all he wanted was to get back to him.