Wolf's Obsession (11 page)

“I love it when he does this.” Ronnie said proudly. “He’s focusing, tapping into
the Earth’s powers.” Ronnie said, grinning at the shaman.

"Thorne rose to his feet, studying Hawk with much intensity. A glowing white aura
formed around the old shaman, and Ronnie and Thorne witnessed Hawk’s dual totem
spirit. The wise old man’s wendigo proudly raised it’s head, howling in the air,
and the bear spirit, from his mother’s people stood on hind legs, rearing his head
back, allowing a mighty roar to pass it’s lips.

“Now, that’s power,” Ronnie said, almost in a whisper as the shaman held his arms
out wide, receiving knowledge from the universe.

Thorne looked on in awe, truly appreciating the Old One’s will and strength, working
with Mother Earth to obtain answers. For the first time since his parent’s destruction,
Thorne opened himself up to that power. For centuries, he ran on sheer physical
strength and brawn, ignoring the spiritual gifts readily available to any of the
clan members. Almost every member of the Black Claws possessed a certain power that
ultimately held the clan together in more ways than one. Now, for the first time,
Thorne fully understood what it meant to be a proud wendigo warrior. He also knew,
it would take him a long time to regain Melanie’s trust, but he was up for the challenge
and willing to do whatever it took to make the necessary changes for Melanie and
his clan.

The Elder, Hawk was self-sacrificing in every way imaginable. Throughout the years,
he selflessly battled demons, manitous, and other dark malevolent beings that had
plagued the clan from time to time. Thorne was a good leader in his own right, and
currently, he was learning his life lesson through ultimate power.

The bright aura around Hawk subsided and the man dropped to one knee, causing the
young men to rush to the man’s side, helping him to his feet.

“What did you see Hawk?” Thorne asked.

“Melanie is chained in a dark cell.” Hawk said.

“Is she alright?” Thorne asked, as anger burned deep in his eyes. His wendigo growled
deeply, wanting desperately to rush to the surface, destroying Melanie’s captors.
He’d take great pleasure in ripping Raphael to shreds.

“Melanie is fine, but for some strange reason, I’m sensing only one harmful spirit
around her, but soon there will be more. One must stay, to free the others and to
save this planet. Greed is involved, it has to be the hunter. Where is Raphael?”
Hawk asked puzzled.

“Maybe Raphael isn’t her captor?” Ronnie asked. “What did you mean by one must stay,
to free the others and save this planet? What is going to happen?"

“No, Ronnie,” Thorne murmured. “Raphael will go to great lengths to get back at
me.” He said. “Something strange is going on, don’t know what it is, but we need
to get my Melanie.” Thorne said eagerly. “I’ll honestly never forgive myself if
something were to happen to her. Hawk, what did you mean?” Suddenly realizing Hawk
would remained tight-lipped, Thorne racked his brain in an effort to decipher the
old man’s words.

The men hurried back to the car, away from the stench of the alley and the prying
looks of human passerby’s. Once inside the car, Hawk sensed Thorne’s epiphany. Joy
and pride erupted within the shaman’s heart when he quickly had a vision of Thorne
running the Black Claws, as he should have been all along.

“There is just one thing Thorne.” Hawk said eagerly. “I understand your first reaction
to many obstacles is anger, but you will need to lie that to rest. I foresee great
things in your future, young wolf, but on this night, if you let anger get the best
of you, Melanie will be lost to you forever. Tonight will be your greatest challenge,
your greatest test,” Hawk warned, and with that, the shaman sat back, chanting a
prayer in their Chippewa tongue.

Ronnie and Thorne looked at one another as Ronnie drove through the heavily trafficked
streets of the city. A sense of peace and confusion swept across Thorne like a warm
blanket, but he knew Hawk would not reveal all he knew. Thorne would have to figure
things out on his own, as the moment of confrontation grew closer.

* * * * *

Darius and Dane spoke silently among themselves, not too far from Melanie’s cell.
The old abandoned warehouse was eerie and dank, and specially made for containing
creatures who were about to be put on the black market.

“What are we going to do?” Darius asked Dane. “That woman doesn’t deserve to be
in there, Raphael is crazy, and Kyle, he’s just a fucking sicko!”

“What do you propose we do?” Dane asked. “I swear, I don’t know why the hell I’m
still here,” the man exclaimed.

“That goes for me too, Dane, this is all we know my friend. I mean honestly, since
Raphael sired us, we have always followed in his lead. Now, everything is leaving
a bad taste in our mouths, buddy.” Darius said.

“I think we should help her bust out of here.” Dane confessed, scanning the area.
“Kyle and Raphael are consumed with greed, and they think…

“Alright superhero, how can we get her out of there? Raphael has the key, and there
is a spell that makes breaking into the cell impossible, not to mention those damn
chains, but only Raphael can free her, if he wants to.” Darius said.

“Fuck, I guess we’ll have to wait for the right moment. If I survive this, I’m getting
as far away from Raphael as I possibly can.” Dane said.

“I’m with you on that man, let’s just hang around, keep your eyes and ears open,
alright?”

“Yeah man, whatever you say.” Dane replied, as both men walked to another section
of the warehouse.

* * * * * *

Melanie was in a serious funk, because as hard as she tried, she could not shift
into werewolf form. Hunger pangs ripped at her insides, but not as bad as the strong
desire to mate. Raphael must have known her cycle was quickly approaching, and she
knew, he’d do anything to throw a wedge between Thorne and herself. After allowing
the fiend to pleasure her two evenings in a row, Melanie became riddled with guilt,
and for a short period, she denied herself food. Now, the insatiable hunger was
back, and Raphael was approaching her cell. His masculine scent teased her nostrils,
causing her pussy to dampen.

Thankful for having her back towards the entrance of the cell, Melanie squeezed
her eyes shut as Raphael inserted the key into the door, and slowly strolled in,
closing the door behind him. Bloody hell, why did he appeal to her so? Melanie did
all she could to contain herself, but her body’s betrayal told her she’d lose the
fight once again.

"I know damn well you aren’t sleeping dancer.” Raphael murmured in a low, masculine
voice, his leather ensemble mixing with his scent, causing Melanie’s already swollen
cunt to tighten further.

"I know you’re in heat, beautiful. I can smell you.” Raphael breathed, inhaling
Melanie’s sweet musky scent. "Tonight, it was my intention to spread you wide and
thrust deep inside you until I hear my name rolling repeatedly from your lips, but
for some unknown reason, I can't….not without…, and the vampire's words trailed
off.

Melanie shuddered at those words, and she clamped her thighs together, remaining
silent. Raphael glided towards her, lowering himself to his knees. Slowly, he pulled
back the fur, allowing his gaze to burn into Melanie’s flesh. Shaking like a leaf
at his touch excited Raphael in a way he didn’t understand. This sudden change in
feelings towards the dancer left him confused, angry, and heated. With his index
finger, he traced an invisible trail of fire from her neck, shoulder, and down the
length of her arm. Slowly, he palmed her ass cheeks, causing her to gasp with excitement.

"Melanie,” Raphael moaned seductively. “Look at me.”

"Raphael, go away, please.”

"Are you ashamed of the brief moments of pleasure I've given you?” Raphael asked
in a hushed voice. "You're in need right now, you should allow me to pleasure you
again."

"I prefer not to speak about that.” Melanie replied, yanking the fur towards her
body, only in vain as Raphael held it firm in his hands.

"Stop playing your games with me dancer. I know what you need and how to give it
to you.” Raphael replied. "I could have taken you, forced myself upon you, and there
would have been nothing you or anyone else could have done to stop me, do you know
that, sweet dancer?” Raphael asked. "Now, I’m only going to ask you this one more
time; turn over and face me, please.”

With that, Melanie shifted on her back with ease, since her right leg was chained
to the brick wall. Upon meeting Raphael’s gaze, she noticed something different
about him. There was a gleam in his eyes, a strange and different aura radiated
from him. Her nipples hardened and shamelessly ached for his touch again, confusing
her further.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She asked Raphael innocently. “All I want is for
you to send me home. I…I just have too much floating around in my head right now.
You keep fucking with my brain, just….go away and leave me alone, or kill me, and
get it over with.” Melanie said, as her voice quivered uncontrollably.

"I have no intentions on killing you, only in another way, if you would ever allow
me to chere." Raphael purred. "I'm not sure what you have done to me, but I'm finding
you irresistible," the dark vampire confessed. "I believe it is you who now holds
power over me."

"No, I believe you like toying with me, you used your power over me in the club,
and the first two times, and I'm just fu….Raphael interrupted Melanie quickly.

"I've used my power on you only once Melanie, the other night, you enjoyed everything
I did to you, thoroughly, without any help from me. I will even go as far to say,
you were wetter than the times when I had power over you." Raphael said, as his
cock hardened against his leather pants.

"I can only say, I wish you were mine, and Thorne should fucking know how lucky
he is to have you. I hate to fucking admit that, but I do," Raphael said, sitting
on his haunches, staring into an unseen abyss.

"What are you saying?" Melanie asked. For the first time since her capture, a flicker
of hope emerged within her.

"I'm saying, I think I need to let you go. I can't do this anymore…"If you stay
near me any longer, you may regret my actions, and I'm unsure how long I can hold
out Melanie." Raphael said, consuming her with his dark gaze.

Raphael continued speaking, rambling on about how he held so many regrets from his
human life, that they multiplied into his vampire existence.

"I'm tired, and you need to go…I think." Raphael said, not believing himself.

"What's wrong with you?" Melanie asked. “Is this a trap, because, I swear, if you
try to hurt Thorne, I’ll rip you to shreds.” She threatened.

"No time for questions, my sweet chere," Raphael murmured, lightly stroking her
cheek with his index finger. "I'm going with my gut. Also, you wouldn’t have the
heart to turn on me. I no longer wish to harm Thorne. It is done, everything is
over with.” Raphael said solemnly.

"I do believe you've lost your bloody mind vampire!" Kyle Sway bellowed, swiftly
entering the cell. You fucking bloodsucker, I knew you couldn't be trusted!" Kyle
yelled. The man was sporting a freshly sharpened stake, and it had Raphael's name
written all over it.

"Take your fucking money back, but you're not harming her." Raphael hissed.

"Well hell, a vampire with a guilty conscience. Damn man, I never thought I would
see the day when you, of all bloodsuckers developed a conscience. What's the matter,
she got you pussy whipped, huh?" Kyle chuckled as Raphael slowly stalked him. Quickly,
Kyle pulled some type of contraption from his pocket.

"Take another move towards me bloodsucker, and I'll blow us all up!" Kyle swore.
"You have honestly fucked me over man. I should have known something was up when
you insisted she was sick. "Now, you both will pay dearly….

* * * * * *

Thorne called Storm on his cell phone, describing the building where Melanie was.
Hawk was exhausted, and another vision allowed him to penetrate the spell that had
been cloaking Melanie's whereabouts. The elderly wendigo rested on his side, in
the back of the car, his strength horribly depleted since he used all his power
to reunite Melanie and Thorne. Now was the time to implement the plan, preserving
the clan for the next few centuries.

"How you doing back there Hawk?" Ronnie asked, turning on the dome light, and quickly
looking back at the shaman, who nodded, but still looked weary.

Ending the conversation with Donovan, Thorne quickly explained Donovan knew where
the old warehouse was, and was closer to it than they were. Donovan gave Thorne
directions, which stuck in Thorne’s mind like a fly to flypaper.

"Finally, we're getting somewhere!" Thorne said excitedly. "Donovan knows exactly
where she is. I gave him the description, and he knew! I have the directions, turn
here Ronnie, and hurry!"

"Well, just remember what Hawk told you, don't go in with anger, use your instincts
man!" Ronnie gently reminded Thorne.

"You know, for the first time in my life Ronnie, I think everything will be alright."
Thorne confessed.

“For the first time in your life, young wolf, you’re thinking in a positive manner,”
Ronnie said smiling.

* * * * * *

"Donovan, slow down, please, you're going to draw unnecessary attention to us!"
Natalie exclaimed. "I think you may have lost Brady and Isaac too!" she added, turning
around, looking for the black Lexus.

"Nat, stop being a back seat driver, it's on now! Those bastards will pay dearly
for kidnapping Melanie! Donovan turned a corner, damn near running a pedestrian
over. Reaching their destination, Donovan parked around the corner, turning off
the ignition, while Brady and Isaac slowly pulled up behind them.

“This place smells of the black arts!” Donovan hissed. “Nat, I would tell you to
wait in the car, but I know you can hold your own, especially once you shift into
a werewolf. “Now, just be careful, I’m telling you, there are some traps around
here!