Wolves of Haven : Lone

Covering Tracks

"How's your ass?" Akia asked as she pulled a shirt over her head, watching Damian dry off with a towel after a long, stimulating shower, before fastening her necklace around her neck, tucking it under the collar of her shirt so the pendant rested between her breasts.

He rolled his eyes. "I'll live. Those needles get bigger and bigger every time. I swear you're trying to kill me."

She smiled wide; almost nine-hours of passionate love making was nearly enough to sate her animalistic urges. "The bruise is nearly gone," she assured him, admiring his firm, muscular backside and thighs as he pulled his briefs up.

"Stop admiring me as if I'm nothing more than a piece of meat with an impressive cock," he grumbled under his breath before shaking his backside, causing her to roar with laughter.

There was another body, they were sure of it since the others were held up in the library and Faelan said nothing when he opened the door to the cellar, slid a basket of food and jugs of water inside then closed the door behind it. Another victim should have concerned them, but they knew it was going to happen, and there honestly was nothing they could have done to stop it. Even if Akia wasn't fighting against Eve and the allure of the lunar cycle, and wasn't at the peak of her cycle and in need of a sexual release, the Stray's hunting grounds were too great to effectively patrol. Also, the risk of one of them coming across the Stray on their own, possibly resulting in them losing their life, was much too great to risk in both of their opinions. It was a sad reality, and extremely hard to accept since the two of them swore an oath to uphold the law and protect the innocent, but protecting the pack took precedence. It wasn't their jobs to protect humans from their kind, it wasn't their job to protect werewolves from humans, but it was their job to protect the pack at all cost. Even though the two were from different packs, Damian gave his allegiance to Beowulf and his pack when he presented the Alpha with his birthright in the form of his pack crest ring; he would protect Akia's pack and family with his life if it meant protecting her from heartache and loss.

"I'm hungry," Akia complained as she watched Damian get dressed; her jeans, shirt and boots took minutes compared to his three piece suits and bathroom pampering ritual that took an hour in itself.

"Yes, I know," he said, buttoning his dress shirt. "You haven't had nearly enough calories to replenish what you burned. If you like you can head down to the dining room; it smells as if your brother is nearly ready for an early dinner service."

She gave him a look. "Are you preparing yourself for having to go in front of those at the office?" she asked.

He chuckled. "Yes. Usually I get a couple of days to recoup from my favorite time of the year," he teased with a wink, "but this time I have to face the world while only running on two cylinders, as my grandfather used to say."

Akia's face dropped. "I'm sorry. Did you want to take a nap?"

Damian snorted. "Latria Mou, usually we sleep for twenty-four to thirty-six hours after such passionate love making. This time we don't have that option because there's a Stray that is trying to start a war with your pack. Why? I don't know, but I have a feeling that if we don't take care of it, and quickly, the Covenant will not turn a blind eye for much longer," he regrettably informed her, tying his necktie in the mirror. "I'm surprised they haven't sent a representative... Huh," he said, stopping in mid-tie.

"What?" she asked, joining him then taking over tying his tie.

"They sent me," he said, watching her. "It's nice to know that someone of control in our shadowy world has enough faith in me that they'd actually take the time to tell me I'm doing their job for them."