Intelligence.
Strength.
Healing.
The Deities of Lupus Garous.
This story contains three orphan humans who were adopted by a wealthy royal werewolf, who created them into monsters.
Monsters, was what they were called.
But tragic blessings they b...
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"I never thought anyone would ever make me smile, laugh, and capture my heart as fast as you have" -Leon
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The song above corrilates to Avyanna's perspective, and was an inspiration to write this chapter as is.
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Sirens blared through the incomes stationed around each packhouse. Avyanna's warriors split into three large groups containing fifteen or more in each mass, heading to the east, south, and west borders. Leon arose from the comfort of his bed, his mate waking up in a confused haze.
Drowning his eyes in the disheveled mess Morrigan wore, smirking and leaning down to claim his mate's luscious lips, still tainted red from the lack of sleep they both got from last nights marking and early morning mating. Basking in each other lusted state, a punch ricochet from the door as another punch was thrown which impaled through. Avyanna's angered voice booms from the other side. Rhosyn pushes Avyanna's face away from the hole in the door, looking inside with a Cheshire smile.
"We can smell your arousal from Av's floor, how about you take a break from eating each other-"
"Get up, we got mutts to deal with!" Avyanna's voice ordered, shoving Rhosyn away from the hole and peers in.
Morrigan immediately grabs the scattered blankets and pull them up to her chin. Leon frowns and growls in frustration. "Them Ferals think they can win every time" he growled, ripping the sheets off his body as Avyanna and Rhosyn's presence left their door.
"Ferals? Leon, what is happening?" Morrigan questions, hurdling the sheets close to her body as she stands and follows Leon into the bathroom. Rummaging through draw to draw, Morrigan grabs a hold of Leon's face and pulls his attention to her. "What is happening, talk to me"
Cupping a pouting Morrigan, Leon presses his lips firmly to her forehead, then to her lips. "Ferals is another terminology of Rogues, and Rogues are creatures who has lost their sanity or have been exiled from their pack or other residing place they were in"
"I personally do not like Ferals, but Rogues... I can stand" Morrigan looks up confused, "what is the difference?"
"We can help Rogues claim back their control, unlike Ferals, you cannot help them. In some cases, you can only go Feral if your mate or potential die" Leon breaths, running the pad of his thumb over the indents of his teeth mark in between the junction of where her shoulder and neck met. "Get changed, I'll show you the dark side of our packs" he whispers on the shell of her ear, pecking her cheek, watching her shiver in pleasure from the contact.
