Full Circle (Book 8 in Arrow/Spn Crossover)

Base Instincts

"Dean...come back, I need you to think, not just kill. As much as she deserves it." My mate's voice. Dean? Who's Dean? I am wolf, her mate, names are pointless.

Eight wolves, plus our enemy. Numbers mean nothing. Two of them attack. Good. The reddish one flies towards me, meet him midair, claws tearing into his flesh, blinding his left eye. Rip a chunk out of the other one's shoulder. She digs her claws into my side, no matter. Pack is stronger than pain.

"Dean!"

The blood tastes good, their flesh tastes even better. They are weak. Red rivers flow from the second one's throat, right into my mouth. Rip into her neck.

Roy slams into me, knocking me away from my meal, "Dean! Help! Coyote needs you!"

Coyote? Who...

Coyote! Shit! I had no control. The wolf side was so caught up in the kill it was ignoring the bonds for some reason. Mairyn had gone straight for Coyote, along with two other wolves. Somewhere in there she'd shifted back to wolf. I must have missed it while trying to have a wolf for lunch. Sam was just finishing off an enemy wolf but there was red streaks of blood staining his fur. Oliver was dripping blood from his back right leg and a huge gash in his chest, he was still fighting with a huge brown wolf and Roy was in the process of getting cornered by two others. He had hit me with his back leg as he tried to keep from getting pinned against a wall. He bunched his legs, jumped over the two wolves, rebounded off a low hanging part of the cave and landed behind Mairyn and her helpers. Once his paws were on solid ground he hamstrung one of the wolves that was trying to attack Coyote and jumped to the right. The wolf had seen all of it, he was just too damn hungry to care. I couldn't blame him, my, our, whatever, whole body had just been completely restructured in a matter of minutes. No wonder we were starving. I had to control this and fast.

I pulled on the bonds, mainly the one between Coyote and I. She'd somehow managed to stay rational, Roy was barely holding on, same with Sam and Oliver. Me losing it wasn't helping them at all, or her.

"I'm back guys, kind of. Give me a minute."

"Hurry the hell up." Sam growled, literally. He was looking at me as he sent that thought and I got an up close look at his huge ass teeth.

I fought with the hunger. Coyote yelped and a slice of pain shot through our bond. Fuck this!

-Look bastard, I'm in charge here.- I told my wolf side.

-Hunt, kill.-

-You want our mate to die?-

-Mate die?-

This weird lust laced sorrow filtered through me. He was pure instinct, wolves mate for life. In his mind if she died, he wouldn't get laid ever again.

-Yeah. If we don't help her no more sex for any of us. Eat later, save her now.-

That got him focused. He pulled our mouth away from the dead wolf he'd been chowing down on.

-Look, let me handle this.- It felt like I could force control away from him but I remembered what Fenris' had said about accepting this other side. If I forced it, it would backfire and bad. I'd had enough of forcing things down until I snapped. Since the wolf side could think, it could be reasoned with. I wanted it to let me take over and help, not fight me. He surveyed the room and that's when he tuned into the pack bond again.

-Pack needs help!-

-Exactly, now let's work together.-

-Yes.-

And suddenly I was in the driver's seat of my body again. Not only was I in charge of the body, I got all the knowledge on how to fight like a wolf, how to move and react to attacks. I also felt a dull pain in my left side, I'd gotten tagged by something but I knew it wasn't life threatening.