Full Circle (Book 8 in Arrow/Spn Crossover)

Predator vs Hunter

Thirty minutes later Oliver came running full speed at us, gun drawn, we all froze. He didn't say anything, just pointed to the edges of the trail and held up two fingers then pointed behind him. All of us grabbed guns and put more space between us, no way we were clumping into a herd like deer.

Coyote and I spotted a wolf behind Oliver, there wasn't even a question is if it was a normal wolf. It leapt towards us, front paws spread wide like a cat. We fired but it somehow twisted out of the way of our bullets and darted into the trees.

"Dean! Behind you!" Oliver shouted just as a massive amount of pain shot up my legs making me scream and dropping me to my knees. It wasn't by choice, I literally couldn't stand.

"Dean!" Sam yelled and fired just as I saw a huge brown wolf appear behind him and take out both his hamstrings. I felt something jump over me and a dark grey wolf landed in front of me. Oliver fired six shots, three of them hit but the wolf barely flinched.

"Oliver move!" I managed to say just before a smaller black wolf went for him. He managed to spin away but it didn't help much. The black wolf got his right hamstring with it's claws, he rolled, came back up in a crouch at the same instant Roy threw himself forward in a dive roll, narrowly avoiding the same brown wolf that had taken out Sam.

Coyote followed Roy's example and I thought she was in the clear until a huge grey wolf landed on top of her and sunk it's fangs into her legs. My heart hit the ground as she cried out in pain, "No!"

Roy finished his roll and took a shot at the grey wolf on top of Coyote, I saw it hit, point blank into the shoulder. The wolf just snarled and nailed Roy with it's massive right paw. Roy flew back at least ten feet as blood spread across his shirt. He slammed into a rock and his eyes rolled back into his head, he was out cold.

None of us could stand but that didn't our hands still worked. I fought through the pain, brought my gun up, aimed it at the grey wolf and fired. I didn't miss but it didn't matter. The wolf's left paw flashed out, swept the gun out of my hand and ripped my hand to shreds. I could feel the blood loss from having both my hamstrings ripped out of my leg already hitting me.

Sam's arm came up but the wolves didn't even give us a chance. I watched as they totally destroyed Oliver, Coyote and Sam's hands. Roy was unconscious so they didn't bother with him.

Coyote pushed herself up with her one good arm, "Get it over with you bastards!"

The grey wolf looked at the other wolves who stepped back from our shattered bodies and sat down. The grey wolf's head dropped down and it started panting. The next thing we heard was the sound of hundreds of bones cracking and breaking, it's leg bones shifted so that the knees faced front instead of back. It's front legs lost fur first as they grew smaller and lengthened, fingers appearing where claws had been. The tail shrunk, it's body grew smaller, the fur seemed to recede into the pale human skin that took it's place. Breast grew out of it's chest, the muzzle shrank into a nose, shoulder length straight blonde hair snaked down from her head and the back legs became feet. It couldn't have been more than three minutes from the time she started shifting to seeing a naked woman standing in the middle of us. The whole thing from Oliver running towards us to now hadn't taken more than five minutes tops. We were still breathing because she wanted us alive. Whatever this bitch was up to, we had to stop her or there wouldn't be a hunter left by the end of the year.

She wasn't tall, probably about 5'6 but she was all muscle, pale, like Viking pale, her hair was straight and that rare color of blonde where it was closer to white then blonde but her eyes are what jumped out at me. One was bright green, the other was pale blue and by any standard she was off the charts hot. When she looked at me all I felt was a burning desire to follow her, obey her. It was so strong I felt like I couldn't even maintain eye contact for more than a second. I fought it as hard as I could, as hard as anything I'd ever fought against in my life, but in the end I couldn't do it. One by one she looked at Sam, Oliver and then Coyote. They all fought it, the compulsion to look away but one by one their eyes lowered.

She made it back to me, I tried to meet her eyes again but couldn't do it, she just smiled. "Dean I presume? I applaud your strength of will, all of you, but you've already lost this contest, your kind always does." Her voice was soft, but nothing in that softness was yielding or gentle. "I am Mariyn, and we have much to discuss." She crouched down and ran her hand down my chest.

I kept my eyes trained on her chin, "Thanks, you're hot and all but you and I have different ideas of a good time."

"I highly doubt it. I truly hope you survive, you'd be an impressive addition to my pack." The she stood back up, "Any of you would to be honest but the odds are against you."

"Survive what?" Oliver growled.

"Why your rebirth of course," she said as she got back on all fours.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Coyote asked, "You've already bitten us."

Mairyn's face twisted with disgust, "Those creatures you call werewolves, they are nothing. They are so far removed from pure it's like calling a rat a human. You both have skin, breathe air and have a few similar genes but that's as far as it goes. Werewolves! Please. They are pathetic creatures, forever stuck in a half existence, unable to control their true nature. I fully intend to rid the world of them. To become true werewolves requires much more than a mere bite."

Her body tensed as she arched her back and the whole process reversed. Minutes later she'd become a wolf again. She clamped her jaws around the back of my head and started walking, dragging me along with her. We made it two steps before I blacked out from the pain.

Something cold and wet hit my face and I struggled to open my eyes. "Wake up!" Mairyn ordered.

I managed to focus my vision and saw we were in a cave. Sam was on the ground next to me, groaning, Coyote was to my right and Oliver was laid out in front of me with Roy next to him. All of us had water on our faces. Sam lifted his head up and looked at me.

"You owe me dinner," I said.

"Shut the hell up," he replied.

One thing I can always count on with him. No matter how bad off we are, he always backs my cocky ass attitude, even when we both know it's complete bullshit.

Four wolves walked up to us, snarling, fangs bared and their hackles raised. I looked over at Mairyn, she raised her hands up and closed her eyes. "It's been eons since I've been able to preside over the birth of a new pack member. The last of my children were killed decades ago. We've resided in Purgatory for all these years. Then an angel, a vampire and a human showed us a way out. We will not stop until we take back the place we held for centuries." Her eyes opened and I felt myself tilting my head to give the wolf standing over me clear access to my throat. "To become a true wolf, you must come shed your human soul, must embrace the wilds, the freedom, the hunt. You must die and choose to be reborn as something beyond yourself, as part of the pack, loyal to us. You will lose your own identity to strengthen the pack as a whole. Very few ever survive the journey and even if they do, many cannot make the adjustment and go mad. When I heard of you Dean and then discovered Sam's history I knew that you two would be prime candidates. I decided to claim you as my own, you would help me rebuild what had been taken from me. I cannot wait to see your wolf."

I wanted to make a smart ass remark, but I couldn't. It was there in my head but I couldn't make the words come out.

"Good luck." She clapped her hands. As if they were one wolf, the four wolves lifted their paws, claws fully extended. No, God no..not again...not this way.

"Dean!" Coyote and Sam shouted. I couldn't even reply, couldn't think, couldn't act. I'd relived this countless times in my nightmares. There was nothing to be done, to do. I couldn't walk, couldn't move, had no weapons. What Brother Wolf had said to Coyote came back to me. It wasn't going to be the same, I wasn't going to Hell. He'd said to wait to fight. Her guides had given me some hope that someone, some thing was going to help us. So, for once in my life I did what something more powerful than me told me to do. I didn't fight. I just closed my eyes as Coyote's voice reached ever higher pitches which barely covered up the sounds of the wolves growls. Sam's tortured screams echoed off the walls. Oliver and Roy's voices blended together and went on and on. There was no way to describe the pain as claws tore deep into my chest and stomach. It seemed to go on and on, then it ended.

There was no pain, no screams, just silence.