Secret [boyxboy/yaoi]

Chapter 1: Lucas

A/N: Ello people!! New story, based off my own ruthless and evil imagination.... *Warning* Yaoi

I have this secret that only a few people know of... It's not something to be taken lightly.

What's my secret? I'm a Synth's host. What's a Synth? They're kind of like mages, except that, when they are on the brink of death, they search for the corpse of a certain human or being that is part human, to live in until they are completely regenerated- and if they don't like your life force, let's just say that they can leave you're body for dead. That means I'm supposed to be dead, I can die again at any time, and I'm a werewolf. Not as if it matters... Haha. Not at all.

Oh and by the way, my name is Lucas Redstorm. The Synth's name is Violet. Violet is a special type of girl. You'll figure it out soon enough. I trust you won't leak this out. Don't want anyone to die trying to burn me to the stake alive, now would we?

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I lean back against the rocky wall and look out to the sparkling, blue waterfall. I pull off my shorts and roll forward so I'm on all fours. I draw in my wolf's energy and feel the cracking and snapping of my bones shifting out of place and growing. My face elongates into a furry muzzle and everything else happens. I'm sure you know how it works.

'It's safe!' I call out to my "pack" through the mind-link. I pick up my knife, stained red and still dripping, from the ground with my mouth and trot off to the pack-house.

"Lucas!" the pups jump onto my back. I shake them off and they whine.

"Not yet. I have to put my knife away. It's too dangerous for such young werewolves to be near silver." They pout but step away. Silver to a werewolf is like a foaming acid to almost everything. For some reason, unknown to Violet, the pack, or myself, I'm not affected by it.

I shift back into human form once I reach my room and into the closet. I come out wearing pale, denim jeans, a pale blue t-shirt with a circle and a triangle looped together, and my favorite white jacket, unzipped.

I pick up the silver knife and carefully lay it inside its glass case, then lock it.

Behind me, the dust from the room lifts up and swirls behind me until a human, female's form takes shape. It slowly blows away like magic. A girl with jet-black hair held up in a side-ponytail by a sky-blue ribbon appears under the dust. Her right eye is covered by really long bangs. She's wearing a dark purple, sleeveless, jacket with a hood and a lighter, but still dark, purple knee-length skirt that elongates in the back. She's also wearing black, combat boots and a sky-blue, fabric choker with an amethyst in the front-center.

"Lucas?" she taps on my shoulder. "Did you finish with your killing spree?" I roll my eyes at her and smile gently before turning around.

"They weren't much of a fight. It was unfortunate though, they were all domestic dominant."

"And you're just a sub yet you're stronger than a traditional and civil pack's alpha combined." Violet laughs before crumbling to dust. I sigh and hold my hand out to the dust. I mutter a few incomprehensible words and the dust burst into flames before disappearing not long after.

A knock comes from my bedroom door. I look over to find the Luna leaning against it.

"Hey, Lucas. The massacre go well?" I nod.

"It was a shame. I thought domestic doms were supposed to be stronger than a feral dominant."

"Technically, they are. They have more fighting styles because they live with humans. But genetically, not really. You're just too strong to notice the difference."