The Wolf and the Witch (reserved)

She figured at least one of the Lycon men would follow her, and was not at all surprised to feel Anton moving towards her, and then stepping into the light of the fire. Immediately there was the desire. Desire to touch him, be touched by him, be fully with him. She locked it down as best as she could within her. She didn’t want to want him.

“I’m fine,” Lilian said plainly as she leaned back against the large rock behind her and dropped her hands into her lap, the fire turning back to golden oranges and yellows. They watched each other for many long moments, the quiet night perforated with the crackling of the fire, soft noises of nocturnal animals. “So you let Ramor and his team run you up a tree?” she finally asked, the slightest bit of humor in her tone.
 
Anton smirked as he approached the fire saying, "Go ahead, get your jokes out." He plopped down cross legged before her and said, "You try running from one of the most elite werewolf hunting teams in the region. I am lucky I am not dead."

He could see her eyes staring intently on him and he knew what she was wanting. He knew because he wanted it to. What he had felt yesterday which had been powerful in it's own right, was stronger today. The way her breasts pushed through her leather top told him she possibly felt the same thing. It only made sense. There is going to come a time when there would be no way to even consider another as a mate. The urge is going to be so strong that it's nearly unbearable. The problem was, he also knew she hated him and justifiably so. Made for a huge hiccup.

Anton turned his eyes to the fire, trying to restrain himself somewhat... to buy some time for his mind to think. He said, "How do you feel about Ramor?" That was exactly the WRONG question he meant to ask!!
 
Lilian choked on the breath she'd been taking. Such a forward question! But it wasn't something she'd really been thinking of, given everything else that was going on. And she couldn't totally blame Anton, maybe he was checking to see where her loyalty laid. She couldn't hurt him directly, but indirect actions could be far worse.

On one hand, she enjoyed that Ramor was calling on her, and seemed to be doing so of his own accord, not because of who her father was or some other motive. He was humble and sweet without being too soft. But then there was who he was. He hunted werewolves, and despite knowing what had happened, was determined to kill his own brother. Even if she hadn’t been changing, he likely would feel no more favorable of her if he knew she was a witch.

That really put a damper on things, didn’t it?

“I…” She paused, noticing a feeling in her head, like Anton was crawling through her brain as she considered his question. “I don’t know,” she admitted.
 
Anton said nothing. He knew she did. He could feel that too though it was faint. Why not though? Ramor had the looks, the background, the fortitude, the education, everything that Anton didn't have. He had bonded her to him against her will and so that automatically made him the loser in this fight. He knew Ramor was ... persistent. He was black and white on everything. He was a man who always tried to do the right thing, no matter how hard it would be or who would be destroyed in the process.

Ramor's mission was to kill all werewolves, even if that meant his brother. The problem was, he tried to hold others to the same standards as him and when people failed to meet those standards, he could simply feel disappointment in them being unable to see things as clearly as he could see things himself.

Anton looked to her again and said, "Listen. I get it. I can understand the spot you are in. I understand you were already in it with your..." He wiggled his fingers like she had with the fire a moment ago meaning magic, "and I know I made it worse for you with what I did. I need you to understand. Ramor always does the right thing. ALWAYS. It doesn't matter who gets hurt along the way. Keep that in mind as you are making your choice. I ... will leave you to your thoughts. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Anton moved to get up to leave.
 
Anton said he wouldn't apologize anymore for what had happened to her. He didn't say he was sorry again, but she could feel it behind the words. Along with hearing the warning about Ramor. The hunter always did the right thing, at least what he believed to be right, regardless of who ended up hurt in the process. Lillian and Anton were the gray area he refused to see.

When the younger Lycon brother stood to leave, her hand shot up and grabbed one of his. "Wait." The word passed her lips before it registered in her mind.

There was a part of her that absolutely needed him, craved his touch. He felt it, too. But another part that truly wanted Anton to stay. He showed up to make sure she was safe, even if it was partly due to a side of him that was not within his control. He knew of her being a witch and hadn’t tried to get her burned for the fact. Even if for a brief time, Lily didn’t have to hide who she truly was. For once she wasn't alone, and she didn't want to be left alone.

“Stay. Please?”
 
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Anton stopped in mid motion, looked at her and then shifted over to the rock she had been resting on and rested on it next to her. He knew what she needed and he would give it to her. He let his arm reach around her and softly pulled her into him. His eyes remained on the fire though his heart was racing from the heat she was giving him. He finally said, "I will stay and keep you safe if you want."

Nothing was said, nothing was done for nearly an hour as they just watched the fire lost in their own thoughts. It wasn't until his stomach growled embarrassing loud before he cleared his throat saying, "Oh... yeah... sorry. I haven't eaten anything today."

He reached into a small pocket on the inside of his cloak and pulled out a chunk hard tack bread from it. It was the last of his food for now. He broke it in half and offered the larger piece to her saying, "It is bland, can break teeth, but it will keep your stomach from knawing into your backbone." He bit into his piece which snapped off hard.
 
The witch hadn’t expected him to move to sit next to her, nor to wrap an arm around her and pull her against him. At best, she figured Anton would sit back down in the spot he’d picked in front of her. She cautiously leaned into his side, unsure if it was him or herself she wasn’t trusting. But slowly, over several minutes, she relaxed against him, her pulse slowing in her ears, tension leaving the back of her neck. She likely would have fallen asleep if it weren’t for the loud growl his stomach suddenly made.

Lillian eyed the hard bread for a moment before she waved her hand at it. "No thank you." She wasn't particularly hungry. She had a decently filling breakfast, before Ramor had shown up at her home. That, along with just the overall stress sitting on her shoulders, she had no appetite. And she could buy something to eat once she made it to Tannehill in the early afternoon. She could get him some provisions as well, assuming he followed her.

She leaned back into his side and played with the flames again, guiding them into different colors, patterns, and shapes. “I forgive you, by the way,” she said, keeping her eyes on the fire in front of them. “I’m still angry at the situation... But... I understand what is happening to me was not what you wanted... Or was your intention.”
 
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Anton said nothing at first, but eventually said, "Thank you."

Nothing else could really be said at the moment. He had done something terrible to her but it couldn't be undone. He ended up studying the colorful flames once more. He had to admit, his growing urges for her was harder for him to resist. He said, "Tannehill. I presume you are going there." He felt her body resting on him. Flashes of last night filled his mind... he could smell her scent.

He saw her head tip. He said, "Tannehill has an active bounty on me so I tend to steer clear of that place. However, if you wouldn't mind, I have a favor to ask of you when you go in."

They sat quiet a moment and he said, "There is a tavern there called the nine rings. I am sure you may have heard of it. The innkeeper there is named Barnabus Tate. Big hairy guy, beard, long brown hair. Laughs like a bear. Hard to miss." He reached into his cloak once more and pulled out a small pouch which held something hard and small inside and wrapped in a leather strap multiple times. He said, "Could you give this to him?"
 
Oh yes, she knew Barnabus well. The last 3 times she had accompanied her father to Tannehill, they ended up staying entirely too late at the tavern for the duration of their stays. The men would end up laughing boisterously into the early hours of the morning, while Lillian would find the perfect chair to sit in, in front of the fire and try to sleep through the noise.

She eyed the pouch before taking it carefully, her fingers brushing over Anton's. She could feel the hard object, and it seemed to be wrapped even further inside of the pouch. Curiosity made her fingers itch to open it, but it wasn't being given to her, she was just the courier. She tucked it into the small pocket that hung at her hip.

The light touch of their hands had sent a fire roaring through Lillian, stoking the need she was trying so hard to keep clamped down. The previous night flashed through her head, white hot passion mixed with disgust and despair. She needed him, and could feel, could smell his need as well. She knew if they started, there was no putting an end to it till he finished.

Lillian looked up at him. “Anton?” she asked, sounding breathless despite her best effort to keep her voice even. She wasn't sure what she was asking. Did he feel it too? Should they? Was she horrible for wanting him?
 
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Anton stopped and looked down at her as she sat on next to the boulder. Their fingers had just touched and it sent a roaring inferno through him. He saw the need in her eyes. He said, "Do you want me to stay? I don't think I can control myself if I stay..."

The look in her eyes was really all he needed to see. He reached up and unclasped his cloak, letting it fall loosely to the ground. He stepped towards her, pulling her to her feet only to lean her on the boulder slightly. His lips locked onto hers, his arms wrapped her her trembling form! He was going to lose control in the best and worst possible way!

He wasn't sure whose hands were doing what to each other, but he felt a hand pulling his cock from his pants and hands were pulling her top off her and onto the ground!
 
The next several moments were a blur. His cloak dropped to the ground, his lips were pressed against hers, his arms enveloped her. They were both teetering on the edge of control, and both were pushing each other over.

At some point his cock was freed from his pants, and Lillian held his hard length. He felt hot and heavy in her hand, and she found herself reluctant to release him to pull his shirt up his body next. Her vest and tunic were torn from her body, and her pants were quick to follow, pulled down to her ankles where she worked to toe off her boots and kick the pants fully away.

Half a breath later Anton's hands caught the back of her thighs and lifted her, pressing her back against the boulder and burying his cock inside her. She clung to him, arms tightly wrapped around the tops of his shoulders, legs squeezing against his waist. Small whimpers were muffled against his mouth from each hard thrust into her.
 
Anton simply can't stop himself. He can't stop his needs as they drove through him with a fire burning deep in him! He felt her body roll and quake on him as his cock slid in and out. She was his and he was hers and that was the way it would just have to be. He felt something happening to him though this time.

He couldn't explain it. It was not the full moon yet, though he felt the wolf starting to claw out of him! It shouldn't be possible for him to turn turning a time that was not a fully moon! Panic started to feel him as his sexual drive started taking over!

His human mind, which struggled to maintain pushed off of her in panick! NO! This is NOT the way it was supposed to happen! He was safe!! He felt the change beginning to take him! He screamed out in pain, feeling his bones and muscles changing, popping, shifting! His eyes were still human as his nose and jaw began to shift to a wolf's snout and he yelled, "RUN! RUN!!!"

He lost himself to the wolf!!!

The pain tore through him as the change took hold of him and the wolf inside reared it's head and howled up at the moon!
 
Lillian’s eyes grew wide as the man before her began to change before her eyes. He grew. Taller, broader, stronger. Sharp teeth glinted in the dying firelight, and dark fur threatened to hide him in the shadows.

She ran, as commanded. It was only a few seconds before she could hear him running after her. No matter how fast her legs carried her, he was closing the distance easily. She used her powers to topple trees and move boulders in his path, hoping maybe something would hit him and stop him, or at least slow him down so she could get some distance between them.

Lily was growing weaker, physical exhaustion making her legs feel heavy, and her powers feeling harder to tap into. She couldn’t protect herself against him. She was naked and alone in the forest. He wouldn’t kill her, she knew that deep down, and she was already going to turn due to his attempt to heal her.

She was going to turn into a werewolf eventually.

She groaned at the next idea that drifted through her mind. But she had nothing else to try. She willed her body to change, for the wolf inside to take over.

Her body burned, feeling like fire was licking up each bone of her body. The pain was agonizing and she crumbled to the ground, unable to bear it any longer. Tears spilled from her eyes, and she convulsed on the forest floor with a silent cry contorting her face. She could feel the popping and slipping of joints, bones seeming to snap and grow away from each other.

After what seemed like an eternity of pain, it faded away. The sound of a growl broke the silence. It came from her, and it was directed at the wolf that stood only a few feet away from her.
 
The little part in him that knew who he was had been startled at what he witnessed! Something in his mind told him this had been wrong. The female before him should not have been able to change yet. There was something that smelled funny about her two. What was it? What was so ... funny about her?" He sniffed the air once more and couldn't figure it out. Something was wrong.

He saw her growling at him, her talons out and spread, ready to attack, her naked furry legs coiled as if to attack soon. He hesitantly, very hesitantly stepped towards her, every fiber of his being on fire ready to strike and yet, he knew she would not and he knew he would not. She was his and he was hers. He sniffed the air, watching her and watched as she sniffed back.

Inch by inch, the eased towards each other, ready to strike each other and yet, sniffing each other gingerly. He crept closer to her still, watching and wary. Finally, he was close enough to really catch her heat. She was in heat for sure and his cock was swollen from it. She had turned during her first time in the throes of sex and she had been a witch as well. Something was odd or different. He couldn't figure it out.

He was only mildly surprised when she jerked and lashed out with her talons across his chest! He roared in anger and reached out and lashed out back at her, driving 4 long deep cuts into her back. They would be healed before they changed back. He stood tall and watched her though. If she were to bow to him and accept him, they would mate. If she fought him and ran, he would hunt her down and mate her, forcing her to accept him as mate... He waited and watched, prepared for her next strike.
 
Everything changed.

Lillian felt strong, practically invincible. Though it was the middle of the night, she could see everything around them as if it was the middle of the day. Sounds of the forest roared in her ears; the rustling of leaves and branches in the breeze, animals scurrying around in the dark, the rushing waters of the creek off in the distance. Countless smells overwhelmed her; the smoke from the fire she had built, berries that grew along the riverbank. And she was all too aware of the werewolf in front of her.

She lashed out at him, and Anton struck her right back with equal force. The searing pain in her back seemed to be melting away as they watched each other. She understood what he intended to do with her, wanted to do, needed to do. Internally she warred with herself. She knew he would hunt her down if she ran, and he would strike back to match any attack she could attempt to launch at him.

A growl came from her. Not one necessarily of anger, but of frustration. She was stuck in a losing battle.
 
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