He waited for the moon to be at it
highest before making his way through the black trees. His being
was alive and a flame with sensations. Markos' paws beat down in
an endless rhythm. Close by he heard a pack howling. With a
thought he melted into a tall, rugged man. Markos had just turn
17, he had a dark stubble bordering his strong chin. His intense
eyes were the colour of the pines around him. There were his
clothes folded neatly on a large rock. He got changed and walked
towards the congregation. As he stepped towards the pack,
gathered around a large fire, he watched as one by one they
themselves turned into people from a range of wolves. The last to
change was the largest wolf. Pure black with golden eyes. He
changed into Karakov, the alpha male, the strongest and the
eldest of the pack.
"You're late, Markov," Karakov
said, his face was filled with shadows cast by the fire. "What's
your excuse this time?"
"Leave him be!" A woman stepped
forward, the alpha female Selene. Gently she touched her mate's
bared arm. Selene was a fierce wolf as well as a fierce woman but
most would desribe her as a fierce mother. She was Markos'
mother. Markos had her forest green eyes and her paitence, and he
had his father's strength and will.
He was to be the next pack leader.
Tonight was to find his mate, and he was dreading it. "I am
deeply sorry, Mother and Father," He bowed low from the waist. "I
will give you some time," He turned away and looked up at the
Within his pack there was no shame
in being nude. You are born nude, when you come back from the
wolf, you are nude, when you are cremated to run with the ones
before you are nude. Though there were time for clothes
"You may turn back, my son," Selene
spoke after a while, she addressed the pack. "We are gathered
here tonight, under the round orb of our goddess, to bear witness
to a pontential mating between my son and one of your daughters.
Starting from this full moon to the next, Markos, Son of Karakov,
will have met 3 daughters of the pack and will choose the one
that suits him. You will however still attend your schooling,
work, and your other day to day activities. None will interfere
in this. Let us meet the daughters,"
With eyes down, hands clasped
loosely in front of them, three young women stepped forth. They
were decorated in pale blue and white dresses, and pearls. The
tallest spoke first.
"I am Melody," Melody spoke in a
loud, powerful voice. She had mid-length, dark brown hair, tied
in entricate braiding. Her skin was pale but Markos could see
that was make-up for her exposed chest and cleavage were a slight
tan. "I am 18 years of age, born under the sign of the
The second stepped forth, much
shorter than the first. Her waist length, platinum blonde hair
was merely adorned by a pearl head-dress with a droplet crescent
moon tapping gently on her forehead. She wore no make up, so
Markos could see she was naturally pretty. "I am Marissa, I am 17
years old. I'm a Pisces and I love music." She spoke quieter than
Melody, she started to glance around herself under her lashes,
her cheeks burning red.
The third stayed where she was and
caught Markos' eyes. She kept eye contact as she opened her mouth
to speak. "I am Ciarra, if you want to know about me, then come
speak to me." She wasn't as tall as Melody or as short as
Marissa. She had a petite, fairy-like frame but she had so much
strength. Her eyes were a reddish brown. Her pixie-cut hair the
same except for the streak of dirty blonde at the fringe. She
looked so delicate, Markos could tell though she was anything
There was silence as Markos and
Ciarra continued to stare at each other, or more through each
other. Markos was trying his hardest to figure her out, whilst
she was trying to stare him down.
Selene coughed loudly. "That ends
the introduction. Go back to your dwellings, we shall meet again
in a moon."
Ciarra changed instantly into a red
wolf and bounded away from the pack, swiftly followed by her
parents. Melody's darker brown furred wolf, trotted away with her
brown mother and silver-grey father. Marissa's family were all
pure blonde wolfs and they walked slowly together, nearly
glowing, into the trees.
"Son," Karakov's voice boomed in
Markos' ear. "Do you like what you have seen before you?"
"I'm not sure yet, Father, I'm not
The wind howled angrily through the
great oak tree, rain splattered loudly against the window.
However inside Katherine's little flat it was warm and homely.
She sat at her desk,quite cosy in her dressing gown and slippers,
tapping and clacking away at her laptop. She was working on her
sequel to her first ever published novel. Every so often she
would pause to take a sip from her glass of Merlot or to eat a
chocolate from her Dairy Milk Tray. It was coming up to around
ten o'clock before Katherine yawned loudly and stretched. She
finished off her sentence before saving and closing the lid of
her laptop. She paused, intently looking out of her window. She
could have sworn someone was up in the tree watching her. 'The
wine is getting to me,' Katherine thought as she shook her head.
She yawned again and rubbed her eyes. 'Maybe I should go to bed.'
Katherine drained her glass and closed her box of chocolates. She
glanced back again before turning the lights out and left the
There was some one up in the oak
tree watching Katherine's every move. The man was dressed all in
black, his face hidden by his hood. A cruel grin stretched itself
across his face as he watched the auburn beauty stretch, a deep
cleavage and endlessly long legs made him quiver with dark
delight. He hid quickly behind the trunk of the tree when the
pair of deep brown eyes inquired to search him out. Luckily
enough the woman had thought that the alcohol she had been
consuming had made her hallucinate, he chuckled. He liked the
taste of women who had a bit to drink, I mean, who doesn't have a
drink with their meal?
He swung himself from branch to
branch, landing as silently as a cat just outside of the flats
main door. Of course, he was meant to keep to some law, but who
gave a shit? He was hungry, so he was going to go and get what he
wanted. The man put his fist through the glass window, felt the
thrill of power, and watched the pane shatter. Putting his arm
through the created hole, he let himself into the
Like the wind he was up on to
Katherine's floor before another grin flashed across his face. He
loved his power. He loved the hunt. What was women to him?
Nothing. Worthless. Bags of flesh. However they did have their
uses as sexual gratifiers.
Within moments he was inside of
Katherine's flat, taking his sweet time to give the place a look
over. It was cosy. Everything was warm, and there was books every
where. The kitchen was neat and clean, there was a bright, blue,
metallic kettle with blue striped mugs hanging on a mug tree by
the sink. The corridor, passing the office room to the right, was
a deep reddish brown, with a dark wooden floor. At the end of the
corridor was a door to the living room one the left, and a set of
stairs on the right. The man went straight for the stairs and
found two doors, one was slightly ajar showing a sea themed
bathroom. The other held his prey, his appetite ached longingly.
Opening the door as silently as air he saw the woman in all her
glory laid out over the bed. Her auburn hair fanned out like a
halo. She snored lightly as she rolled out on to her back,
exposing her long elegant neck.
"This is too easy," He chuckled.
Sauntering over, he allowed his fangs to elongate. He took her in
his arms, grinning as he said grace. "Thank you Lord for what I
am about to eat-"