Upon You On The Moonlight Side {City Wolf Pack]

[selene]

New Vegas....

It smelled like death and desperation, sex and lies and videotape. Leaving a soured scent in her nose that she just couldn't get rid of. Taking a bent and wrinkled cigarette from her pocket and lighting it up as she walked along the sidewalk. Normally she didn't bother with cigarettes, but as she exhaled the smoke through her nose and burnt out all of the sour scent, it was something of a relief. It drew a few gazes, since cigarettes were something of a rarity, but she didn't seem to either notice or mind.

It did, however, prevent her from picking up on the scent she'd been sniffing after. She'd just have to pick it up after she was done. The city was no place for a wolf, especially a city ran by vampires. Even the thought felt like heat prickling along her back; had she been in her wolf form, she'd have hackled. Shaking it off as she looked around and tried to see if anyone stood out.

Stephen had told her years ago that wolves knew one another instantly. She'd felt the familiarity when she'd been brought back to the pack at the tender age of twenty, but then she'd known they were werewolves. She'd not met another since then, either. Their numbers were so low compared to vampires and humans. Sometimes it made her sick, sometimes it made her mad....tonight it was just depressing.

The lights and pings of casinos and shouting of people trying to pull in customers or trying to get people to stop, the music and the chatter was giving her a headache on top of everything else. Taking refuge in a shallow alley that was blissfully empty and leaning against one of the walls. Her head leaned back against it and her eyes closed as she considered her options.

She'd been in the city all damn week and wasn't turning anything up. Perhaps it was time to move on, It wasn't wise for a wolf to linger too long in fang territory. They tended to pick up quick on such a presence. Raking a hand through the mess of her hair as she took the final drag of that cigarette and stomped out the remains. There wasn't much, she'd smoked it to the filter.

Rubbing her face for a moment before looking back out to the street just beyond the alleyway she was standing in. The traces of scent she'd been following nagged at her, but instinct was telling her to slip out of town before she drew too much attention. The inner argument of pros and cons wasn't helping the soft ache at the back of her skull.

[Lukias Aman]

Lukias had to get out. The briefing room was stifling. Everyone stared at him in disbelief as the currier bowed his head and stepped away from him. How long had she been gone? It had been a year. Pain, uncertainty, disbelief, confusion and concetration washed over his stoic face. He looked down at the message that the currier just read to him. Kira had been found. She had been seen in the ruins of Kansas City in a rabid lycan state. The zombies had gotten her. He took a deep shakey breath. "Did they..." he began.

"Yes sir. They put her down." the messenger answered before he would have to say it.

"And the pups?" he asked just above a whisper. The silence in the room was deafening as they waited for the response to his inquiry. The soft gasps from some of the others caused Lukias's eyes to turn up toward the messenger who just shook his head sadly.

Lukias eyes filled with anger for just a moment before filling with tears. He dropped the message and strode quickly to the door. He grabbed the rusted door knob and yanked the door open, pulling it off the hinges and throwing it aside. The 6'8" Alpha male shifted into his lycan form and ran. If he didn't run this anger off he was going to hurt someone. He wanted to hurt someone. He wanted to hurt himself. The members of his pack moved quickly out of his way so as not to get run over by the massive werewolf.

The memory of his last words with his mate were heated. He didn't want her to go. She was just barely with pup and the trip was dangerous. But she insisted on going to look for her sister. And now she was gone. After a month he had sent search parties for her. They had been searching for her and his heirs all this time. He didn't even want to know how his children died. New pain gripped him as the thought came to him. He would never know his children. He would never know what she named them, what color their eyes were. Did they look like him?

He came to the upper sewers where New Vegas had not been built over the old city. He lept through a hole in the street and up an old broken down building to the roof. He stood on the edge of the building, his chest heaving great breaths, his teeth bared. He could see the city below him. It was there fault. The humans. They did this. They created the virus that devastated the world. It was their carelessness that caused the vampires to show themselves and take over the last habitable areas in the world. It was the vampires that sent the lycans into hiding, having to abandon their homes and hide in the dredges of society. They lived in poverty, their children often went hungry. Perhaps...perhaps the war he was avoiding with such determination needed to happen. Maybe...it was not the time of the vampire. Just maybe...it was the time for the Lycans!

Lukias let out a long loud heartwrenching howl of pain, anger and warning. He tried. He tried to avoid a war. But now, things had changed. There would be no more living like dogs under the city hoping for scraps to wash down with the humans waste. Now, they would feast like kings. When the moon was full, he would unleash his pack on the city and take what they wanted. He was no longer the dog under the vampires table begging for scraps. He was the Alpha...he was Lukias...

His howls were soon joined in by the other lycans in the city. He knew the vampires and humans could hear it. He knew the vampires would hear the warning and the humans would not understand the cold chills their howls would send through their fragile bodies. They wanted a war, it was on.

As the rage drained from Lukias through his call, his howls soon became whimpers of pain and anguish. He fell to his knees as sobs racked his body. Through his sorrow, he shifted back into his human form and his body pitched forward. Whilst he reached for the edge of the building he missed it and fell. It was not the falling of 10 stories that hurt, it was the sudden stop. He gnashed his teeth and growled in pain as he squeazed the last of the tears from his eyes. He made a fist and pushed at the ground, trying to get up. His naked body collapsed to the ground again with a dismal grunt. He took deep breaths as his rapid healing began to do its thing. Immortality and rapid healing did not mean that he would not feel pain but somehow, he wanted to feel this pain. It served to fuel his resignation that his pack would not longer live like dogs but it also brought him dangerously close to passing out. He was surprized his second had not yet arrived seeing how he would have heard the howls and come to find him.

He felt a delicate hand on the tattoo on his shoulder that marked him as being from the line of Lucien which indicated his status in the pack. Fingers traced lightly over the intricat design.."Alpha?" he heard a soft whisper as his head whirled with the dizziness of impending unconsciousness. That was most definitely not Dmetrius.

[selene]

The howl she knew, loss. Anger and anguish were so intermingled it became impossible to discern. She knew that pain keenly as this howl was hers when Stephen stayed behind, protecting her from the rabid ravaged werewolf. Her pack was destroyed with a single bite and none of them survived. Stephen, who had been like a father to her had sacrificed his own life to see that hers could continue. Memories of Stephen misted her eyes as she could not hold back the answer to the call. It was close, so close.

THUMP!

Meat hit the pavement of the alley and Selene nearly shouted in surprise. Startled and intensely alert as she looked at the naked heap of a man. His scent...it was beyond description. She moved closer to him and reached out a tentative hand to touch along the tattoos. "Alpha?" Stephen was the Alpha for their pack...but only out of necessity. He was never born to lead. This one...this one was.

Alpha was in this man's scent. It was a wild sensation, being so close to him. Safety, strength...home... It was everything her heart craved. It was laced with pain, though. His scent was riddled with anguish and his presence in the city was tantamount to that. She could hear the curious onlookers whispering about wolf howls and suddenly the situation was dangerous for the both of them. This was vampire territory.

The need to protect was strong in Selene, she'd been unable to protect anyone before now. Now...with the presence of an Alpha beside her she drew upon all of that strength and shook her body. The moon was waxing but not full. Sheer willpower scored her blood as she ripped out of the clothing she was wearing and transformed. Lifting Lukias' unconscious body and shifting him so that he hung down her back, her massive hand gripping his wrists as she began to scale the wall. Sharp foot clawed bit deep into brick as she scaled with one hand.

She wasn't as strong as most, and she was only slightly bigger than Lukias even in her Lycan form, but she managed to drag him up to the roofs. Adjusting him so that he draped over her shoulders and she held onto his legs, like some very, very strange piggy back ride as she began to run. She did what she did best...stay under the radar.

By the time she dropped his frame onto the bed in the old abandoned motel, she was drained. Shifting into a Lycan form not on the full moon was taxing and carrying him was even more so. She shifted back, sweat covered and panting. She leaned, naked, up against the wall and closed her eyes. His healing should take care of his body, but she had a feeling that his heart would take longer. She knew that pain...her heart was still rended.

The room was less than five stars, to say the least. The mattress she'd scavenged from one of the other rooms in the old, crumbling building. It was passable and comfortable enough, the rest of the room was shambles, however. She grabbed the large stitched skins that made up her bag and pulled out a large blanket and draped it over Lukias' body.

A hand dragged through her hair as she pulled out a massive t-shirt from her bag and pulled it over her frame. Good thing she brought spare clothing with her. Moving over to the bed and kneeling on the mattress beside him. Her touch was gentle as she examined his body. Making sure his healing had taken care of the injuries of his fall. Remembering the piles she and her old pack used to sleep in for comfort when one of them was injured, she shifted and curled up alongside him. Which made her feel very, very small, but shifting so her shoulder and arm acted as his pillow.

The heat from his healing frame combined with his scent lulled her nearly instantly. Her body relaxed of all tension and she shifted closer to him. A sigh escaping her lips as she tried to make sure he was comfortable before staring up at the ceiling.

What was she doing? She didn't know this wolf and yet she'd carried his unconscious frame all the way back to her 'den' and was curled up around him. She couldn't argue the comfort of it, though. She blamed it on the hole in the pit of her stomach. Wolves were meant to be in packs, surrounded by family and relying on one another. She had had that ripped from her and she knew she would not be whole again until she was apart of another pack.

These thoughts plagued her as she lay there, listening to the sound of Lukias' breathing as she traced the spider line cracks of the ceiling plaster with her eyes. Her fingertips lightly and unconsciously inching along the tattoo on his shoulder where they could reach.

[Lukias Aman]

Lukias could feel himself being lifted. The scent told him it was a lycan female. It was not one that he recognized but it could have been worse, it could have been a vampire. He knew she knew what he was when she uttered the word "Alpha" and it was said with respect. She was saving him. The bouncing made him somewhat nauseous but the rapid healing was sapping all his energy and caused him to completely slip into unconsciousness.

Dreams of Kira in a rabid state being hunted down and killed haunted his dreams until he felt something soft and warm against him. His dreams immediately calmed and peaceful slumber overcame him. He came close to waking twice but each time the soft warm body was still pressed against him and he could feel a delicate touch against his skin. He felt safe and slipped back into sleep.

Lukias opened one eye and saw that he was in a strange bed with a strange woman. She smelled sweet and she smelled lycan. The alpha male was meant to mate frequently, they were verile, potent and lusty.

It had been a year since he saw Kira and therefore could not help it when his body responded. The scent in the room told him they were alone. He opened his other eye and looked at the woman beside him.

His nostrils flared as he took in her scent more fully. She was not of his pack but she was of a strong bloodline. He slipped his arms around her and pulled her close then buried his face in her neck. He inhaled deeply, "Who are you?" he asked in a husky voice. She did not have the scent of one who would have been marked by a mate. A lone female. Not of his pack. He was not bothered in the slightest that he was stark naked, as a matter of fact, he prefered it that way.

[selene]

Selene was able to feel his tension ease by her presence. She stayed close while he slept, knowing his body needed it...sleep always came after healing. It was as inevitable as sunrise. She was lulled into a semi awake semi asleep state. Alert and attentive to everything going on. Even the slightest sound would rouse her. So, when each time when he began to awaken, she looked down at him and caressed the worry and scowl lines along his face until he settled again. Hours rolled by and she didn't seem to notice or mind.

When he woke the last time, she held still and silent. She didn't know how he would react to her. Making the scene tense for a few heartbeats. The scent of arousal, however, sent all sorts of signals through her body instantly. Turning her head to look at him when he moved to look at her and she held his gaze for a few moments. Then that gaze fell to the top of his chest. Wolves, unlike humans, did not stare unless they were looking for a fight. It was a sign of aggression to hold a gaze for too long directly.

He had a rugged handsomeness to him that she was incapable of ignoring. Scenting his interest made it even more impossible. Her fingers still on his skin, indeed, all of her held still under his gaze. It was a sign of submission. He was an Alpha, it was in his blood. She couldn't have moved if she wanted to.

When his arms came around her, the feelings of being pulled closer to him were...not what she expected. His voice sent a shiver down her spine and Selene secretly marveled at instinct. His scent told her everything she needed to know. He was unmated, as there was no female scent on him, he was lusting for her and he was perfect. He would keep her safe, provide for her and any pups and was a strong leader. It all lined up like tumblers in a lock as she nuzzled against the top of his head slowly.

"Selene Arken...My pack...they're...they're all gone. One was bitten by a zombie..." She was breathless as her own arousal was tearing at her ability to focus. "I heard your howl...I couldn't leave you there for a vampire to find..." Her brain was trying to function, but instinct was a bitch.

Her own scent was strong, she was healthy, very healthy in fact. There was fat on her body which meant she ate well and there was no sickness around her at all. Smelling of pine needles and water with hints of smoke, whiskey and salted beef. Not as strong as some of his wolves, but she wasn't weak either. More importantly...she was fertile.

While he was naked, she wasn't. Wearing a thin cotton t-shirt long enough to keep her modest. The quilt she'd laid over him covered up most of her bare legs when she'd snuggled in beside him. Nearly breathless as she tried to breathe in more and more of his scent. He was intoxicating to her. Selene's body responding like some finely tuned instrument that he, somehow, had the key to.

[Lukias Aman]

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