Fangs and Cards

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Mark POV

Sitting in the car with three werewolf one vampire and a grandmaster is awkward. No one knows what to say.

Where on our way to the werewolf territory. I have heard some rumors that there alpha is really strict.

Passing through some trees, we are greeted with a giant house. The three men in the car get hyped. "Welcome to our territory. Tristion is waiting on you."

The car parks and we exit. We are lead into the giant house. Entering the  room. It looks like a library but with a desk in the middle. At the desk is a buff man. His long hair pulled back. His blue eyes glaring at all of us.

"I hear your the grandmaster. You also want to protect us. As we will you but how do we know your the grandmaster. The real one." A low growl admits from his throat.

Jack starts explaining somethings. Next thing I know my vision is blurry.
The three wherewolfs attack jack. I try to protect him but fall to the ground instead.

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When I awake I am in a room. Its dim,there's something over my mouth. I am chained to the wall. Across from me is another body. A door opens and Tristion enters. So only one is awake how sad. He picks up the body across from me. He unchaineds them. Setting them on the floor he pulls out a key. Locking the entrance.

He comes over to me. "Is your vision still blurry? Is that why your so calm?" He slaps my face lightly making me focus. I see the mop of green hair. "Mnf!!(jack!)" He laughs.

"If he's the grandmaster his powers should kick in when in danger."

Jacks POV

I remember being attacked. Now I am here. Why am I here? I am not chained. I try getting up but to fail. "Oh he's awake" Turing my head i see tristion. "I will allow you to place your mark on me only if you prove your self. Fight." He starts shifting. I try getting up. Once up I see that mark is in the room. "Mark?!What has he done!" Snarling gets my attention. A dark brown wolf stares at me.

He lunges at me. I dodge and try the door. It's locked. I turn around only to act on instinct. I saw teeth and put my arm up. Blood drips onto the floor. The wolf is clinging to my arm.

"OH for fucks sake!" I pick him up by the scruff. Making him let go. I stare into his eyes. "You know I am not locked in here with you. Your locked in here with me." I change my eyes to there neon green. I start burning his fur. He starts whimpering. Snapping at my hand. He falls to the floor. Only to lunge at me again. "Haven't you learned. Don't play with fire unless you want to get burned!" Buring him almost to a crisp. I stop only when he says to.

"Y-you have proven your self. The key is in my pants pocket." Walking to the discarded clothes pile. I start looking through the clothes.

Marks POV

The wolf gets up and starts getting close to Jack. I try screaming but my mouth is covered. The wolf jumps and latches its jaws onto jacks back. Jack screams out in pain. The wolf won't let go no matter how much jack struggles. Jacks screams get worse. His eyes glow brighter with a hue of blue.

All of a sudden giant black wings erupt from jacks back. Blood slattering everywhere. The wolf is by me now. Being flung by the wings. Jack is panting and looking at the wolf. "Is this enough proof or do you want more. Tyson? Thats right your fathers not here. So shall I continue or stop your choice." The wolf whimpers and the door is unlocked. Tristion enters.

"You have proven yourself. You shall rest in your dads old room. Its now yours. We will provide you with what ever you need. Just ask." He let's mark go. He comes over to me.

We follow one of his members.

Mark is helping me walk for as I am slightly dizzy. Entering the room i am greeted with a green and black interior. A queen size bed, a bathroom, a balcony. Mark takes me over to the bed.

"Jack we need to clean you up. Your covered in blood." Slightly noding he grabs rag and a bucket. He leaves to go get water. I start feeling a tingling on my back. I look to my left. I see some black feathers. I try stretching them out. They move a little. Smiling I bring them in front of me.

Covered in blood. This must be bugging Mark.  Mark enters the room and stares at me. "You can move them now!" I laugh. He comes over with the rag and bucket full of water. He starts cleaning my face off first. "Sorry you must be hungry." He dips the rag in the water. " I won't lie and say I am not hungry. But I won't do anything because I won't control my self." He starts to clean my wings.

A pleasurable feeling starts. Ah that feels good. A good cleaning. The feeling of the rag. The way he moves. Mark brings the rag over a certain spot in my wings. "Mn!" I surprise my self. He laughs. "W-whats so funny." He brings himself closer. His breath tickles my ear. "With the way your acting you sound like were doing something else. Your face says what I am doing is pleasurable." He moves the rag again and I have to stifle another moan. "See? Your making these sounds that make me want you. But you see I can't have you. But maybe just a small taste."

Lowering himself he starts kissing my neck. All this pleasure. I-i don't think I can hold out much longer.  He nibbles on my neck. I lose it. I let out small moans. He chuckles against my skin. "Just a small taste..." I can feel his fangs against my skin. "Just a little mark. Go ahead." What am I saying.
He licks my skin once only to peirce it a second later.

"Ah! Mark!"