Chapter 2: Captured

Tyler

How can a useless orphan get into so much trouble? I found myself getting chased down by wolves even after sixteen years. I hated how history repeated itself, marking me as the victim every time. There was no hope for me, was there? Even after I’d turned into the one thing I hated the most…

How was I not dead?

I was halfway in and out of sleep, somewhere in between, in this limbo, where my thoughts ran free, but my body didn’t. Not until I heard grunge metal popping in my sensitive ears, Nirvana’s In Bloom stirring me awake.

I sat up quickly, like something just stabbed my ear drums. They were ringing, painfully. I snapped my eyes shut, tossing my hands at the sides of my head, sensitized by the kind of music I usually enjoyed. I gritted my teeth and  curled up, and then… the piercing finally stopped. Learning how to tune it out was nothing short of a blessing, my ears trying to focus less on the volume and more on my surroundings. Once I was distracted, I released that breath I was holding in, letting a gasp through my lips before my hazy vision adjusted.

What the fuck…

Everything was crystal clear, almost to the point where it was exaggerated. My glasses, I remembered that I had gotten them knocked right off my face. My vision had never been 20/20, so this revelation had taken me off guard. I blinked a couple times, absorbing the overly colorized scene in front of me, and that’s when I realized I was sitting in an unknown bed in an unknown bedroom.

I was rattled, though not as rattled as when I noticed this random muscle I packed on.

I wasn’t the thinnest guy, but I also wasn’t the bulkiest either, but now I had defined tones up my arms, my veins swollen from muscle. I looked down my body, a full blown six pack underneath my huge bare chest. Even my traps were shaped like an athlete’s, my new lean physique complimentary to this new person I had somehow became. I had a clean look, nothing overly dramatic, something noticeable while still being modest, which was out of the norm for me.

I remembered I had turned into a beast. which had happened after I’d been beaten to shit and nearly disemboweled. I shouldn’t be moving. Hell, I should be dead. 

I ran my fingers over my neck, my skin still intact. And my bare chest, nothing. Not even the slightest suggestion that I was been in a fight tonight.

That’s assuming it was still nighttime, seeing as I had no idea where I was or what time it was.

How did I get here? Had I been dreaming? Had I somehow made it back to my condo complex after class, slipped on these big black sweats I’ve never seen before in my life, then jumped into some random stranger’s bed?

Either that, or I could be in trouble and I didn’t even fucking know it…

The cogs in my head kept turning, to the point where confusion translated into panic. I needed to get the fuck out of here before whoever took me in came back. But before I could even move a muscle, I heard the door creak open.

And then, this goth girl walked in.

…Fuck me,

what was that scent?

As soon as my nose took her in, my heart started jumping. She looked at me shocked, at if surprised I was already awake. Those full lips stood there gaping, her beautiful wide eyes looking like shimmering citrine gems. She was dressed in black, head to toe, from her long raven-black hair, to those chained combat boots on her small feet. She was petite, with delicate and delicious curves, my mind succumbing to her scent, and her fertility smell.

What was she doing to me?

I clenched my jaw down, trying to fight the intoxication bouncing off of her skin. But those pheromones, it was calling out to a side of me I never knew I had. It was painful to hold back, making me sweat, every muscle in my body begging me to take what was rightfully mine. I had no business thinking these dirty thoughts about a girl I’d just met. Let alone holding myself back from taking her on this bed.

It was animalistic, selfish, hypnotizing and raw…

And hell, I couldn’t stand the burning in my chest any longer…

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I lunged like a predator, my natural instinct to pounce on her. I didn’t give her a fucking second to answer to my jump across the bed before I slammed her into that door. She winced, holding my shoulders down, my hands scooping up all five feet of her. I’d give her some credit, she may have been a little more, but she was small compared to me standing at six plus feet.

I wrapped her legs around my hard on like she knew me, gripping her so tight that my fingers were burrowing in her thick juicy thighs. My mind when crazy when that smell on her amplified, and I could smell her sex calling out to me. I pulled her close, that craving too fucking strong to quell down. It felt like I had no control, breathing jagged and heated breaths over her shoulders, trying to tame these overwhelming urges before I did something I’d regret.

I didn’t want to rape her, I didn’t want her thinking of me like some type of monster…

But she was so incredibly appetizing, had my cock practically throbbing for her. She was a victim to these untamable primal urges, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck the shit out of her.

I had to think she wanted the same thing, the way she didn’t even bother to fight me off. The tent between my legs falling along her inner thigh didn’t bother this sexy stranger, her face looking back at me flustered up. Her eyes went soft on me, almost like she was telling me I could invade her. Up close, there was no stopping me once I got started, reaching my hands over the rim of her panties underneath that short skirt, ready to fuck that sweet smelling pussy of hers.

Until something she did snapped me out of it.

It came right on time too, these two huge black fluffy wolf ears randomly springing up from the top of her head.

And if that wasn’t enough of a distraction, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach…

I must have been holding back so hard that my turning stomach triggered a reflux. I noticed the bathroom to the left of me in time, covering my mouth before I dropped her and bolted for the toilet. I dropped on my knees and hugged the seat, hacking up the blood that had settled in my stomach for far too long. What I had eaten earlier wasn’t the greatest—canine bully flesh. The meat had been fresh, but the taste was beyond foul.

I was groaning and panting, my throat straining the last bit of syrupy blood from my guts. I spat one last time into the bowl, my body seized with the shakes, until I got up in front of the medicine cabinet mirror.

Crap, I looked like shit…

My stomach was still turning, my body practically crouching over the sink while I ran the faucet water cold. I splashed my face, thankful that bout of discomfort had managed to tame the horny beast side of me. And when I pulled my head back up, I stared at the features of my face that suddenly took me by surprise.

My eyes, they were a piercing vibrant gray…

Not only that, but in between my black bangs, I spotted this streak of white, brushing my strands away, realizing I had somehow gotten a strip of my hair dyed.

“What in the hell…” I muttered to myself. I was floored, running my fingers up my bangs, admiring my sharper jawline and my flawless build.

I must had really died and gone to heaven. The man upstairs had finally tossed me a bone, and decided I’d suffered enough. I had been reincarnated into a body of a god, with the strength of an army of men—and a libido of a horny jack rabbit…

I gave a long drawn-out sigh, my hands on the sink’s rim, thinking about how easily turned on I was a few seconds ago. I needed to reflect and think about what had just happened back there.

I knew nothing about that girl—why the hell did I charge at her like that?

I wasn’t ready to face the music, but I needed to march back in there and apologize to her. I swallowed my breath, tensed up, and made that shameful walk back into the bedroom after I drew the door open. But instead of finding that goth girl, there was this huge guy sitting on the armchair in the corner.

My chest went tight, a mix of fear and fight running through my veins. While I wanted to say this guy with the goatee and the wide chest was a friend and not a foe, I needed to tread carefully. After all, I had no idea where I was, in an undisclosed location with zero idea of how to get back to my apartment.

He was looking at me funny, with this witty smile, and his leg crossed over his knee. Guy could be in his mid-forties, had a short black cut, with a look that spelled bottle breaker. He was rugged underneath that leather jacket, the guy finally addressing me with a grunt before he reached over for a remote on the nightstand. 

“Ah, the blood moon. Wild, isn’t it?” he said, like I had an idea of what the hell he was talking about. That Aussie accent jumped up at me, taking me by surprise. He pressed a button on the remote, pointing it to the radio to the left of me, before the next thing that came out of his mouth rocked my brain. “Looks like that regen did you just fine, mate.”

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