Full Circle (Book 8 in Arrow/Spn Crossover)

The First Hunt

When I'd let go I'd taken Sam with me, Coyote couldn't pull us back and once she gave in to her wolf side the rest of them got swept along with us. The other wolves barely made a sound as we massacred them. Fresh blood flowed across the already sticky with blood floor, the cracking of bones and shredding of tendons filled the caves.

Roy and Oliver were making short work of Raelyn's body. I had Audun, Sam had taken down Einar leaving Dabria for Coyote. Even though the hunger and the wolf were in charge I was still managing to stay aware enough to keep track of what was going on and think. Fenris had said that the wolf and human had to figure out how to work side by side. I'd let go for a few reasons. One, I was starving and I knew from dealing with the Mark that the longer I let shit like this go, the worse it'd be for everyone. Two, Coyote was right, we couldn't risk Mairyn taking them back over and turning them against us. Three, Benny. He hadn't come to me to kill him but when I'd sent him back to get Sam he'd been damn grateful. Monsters in Purgatory had no reason to hold back, to try to not kill. Getting shoved back up here and trying to learn control again, damn near impossible. I hadn't been a monster but it'd taken me months to not want to attack anything that moved funny. These wolves had been down there for centuries. There was no way in hell they'd make it a month without a strong influence keeping them in check and we'd just end up in the same place but with more bodies on the pile. More lives lost.

So even though it felt wrong, we were doing the right thing in the end. Not that it made it any easier for me to accept the fact that I was eating a wolf, raw and gaining a whole new appreciation for the phrase "wolfing it down." It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes before Audun was pretty much just skin and bones. I'd eaten all the organs, chowed down most of the meat and muscle and was starting on gnawing at the bones to get at the marrow. My stomach felt like it was going to burst as the hunger eased off.

The rest of them, except Sam, were starting to slow down too. Sam was in the middle of ripping Einar's back leg clean off when I got enough control back to send him a thought. Coyote, Oliver and Roy's wolves were starting to fade from the forefront, I could sense it through the bonds. Sam's however, wasn't.

I took a step closer to him, "Sam? Come back man, come on."

All I got in reply was lowered ears and a snarl as the leg came free and his jaws crunched through the bones like twigs. Not good. My cell phone rang, Sam's head snapped up at the sound. Our clothes were in shreds, but I'd invested in one of those indestructible cases once I'd started wrenching and wasn't going through burner phones every other week. It rang again, Sam let the leg drop from his jaws and started stalking towards the sound.

I got in front of him. "Sam! Come on!"

Coyote's personality came back online, "Oh god, I just ate..."

Shit, she'd hit her limit. Then a wave of nausea hit me as Roy finally came all the way back too.

"Raw? I ate...no..." Hacking sounds came from behind me.

The phone rang again, Sam blinked twice and cocked his head to one side. I felt him fighting for control. "Phone?"

"Yeah, don't kill it." It rang again then went to voice mail. "You good?"

He nodded, "Think so." Then he looked over his shoulder, as if he just remembered what he'd been doing. "Would be doing better if we got the hell out of here." He wasn't getting sick to his stomach like Roy, but he wasn't all that thrilled with seeing the carnage.

Oliver was rock solid, "We need to move. Now." He knew, like I did, that the longer we stayed here the more it'd hit home. We had to finish the job first, then fall to pieces.