The Wolf Pack

Hadley’s body convulsed as she orgasm, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, her arms around his neck. Once she felt him fill her she slowed her own thrusting, moving up and down slowly and stared deep into his eyes, her heart racing her chest heaving. Blood streamed down her dark skin and onto his body, so pale compared to hers….

She blinked her eyes fading back to normal, then after kissing him once more she collapses forward onto him limp, and exhausted. “Tim…”She whispers then her eyes close….
 
Timorne:

Tim held Hadley for several minutes before he dared to move, the orgasm he had just had was so powerful. And now, holding this woman in his arms, her head rested upon his shoulder, the thoughts in his mind once more becoming his own, he moved to the edge of the bed with her. "Hadley... Hadley..." He whispered as he urged her to stand with him. "You're in heat dear, I have to take you to the cell... Come on Hadley..." He knew that it was pretty much pointless at this point. He'd just allowed himself to couple with her... What point was there in keeping her locked up now? The boys, thats what... It was bad enough he had... Taken advantage of Hadley, he could not, WOULD NOT allow anyone else to do so...

So, he half dragged poor hadley to the cell and laid her down on a small cot. "God, Hadley, im sorry babe..." He whispered as he smoothed her hair from her forehead. He looked down at the scratch wounds across her chest and frowned.
 
Hadley Suvari

She was exhausted, unable to move on her own, Tim had practically dragged her to the cell she would call her home for the next few days. Her eyes fluttered not registering him as he laid her upon the cot. She could feel him lightly touch the wounds on her chest and she winced, a whimper the only sound from her. She felt him get up and get the First Aid kit from the wall shelf then jumped as he applied the cold medicine to her. She could hardly sit up as he wrapped the bandage around her tightly, making sure she was fixed up as best as possible. She shivered suddenly feeling cold, her hand moved down and grasped the blanket near her pulling it up to cover her. Her eyes fluttered open and looked up into his concerned face and she slightly smiled reassuringly to him then she was out cold. Sleeping off the effects of what happened; Tim caressed her face a few more moments then stood and silently left, firmly locking the door behind him.

The security system on the cell had pad locks, but that was not the only measures they used to make sure no one could get to her. Almost anyone could get a key, if not break the lock if they had moon rock racing through them. It also worked on a voice command, and only Tim, the doctors, and a few security guards could open it, it was the only way to make sure nothing happened to Hadley during her Heat. She went into Heat twice a year, so since the very first cycle they had never had a problem with a security breech. The Cell had a large observation glass window that sat high up on the next level where the doctors could look down on her and check on her. Really the only time they were able to fully observe Hadley and study her was during her Heat cycle….

They were high enough up to where she would not be able to strike the glass when she ‘Wolfed’ out. Every measure of protection had been taken to ensure she would be unharmed and unable to leave the cell while she was locked up in it. They made sure no one but those who qualified were able to get in, during her cycle she could be very seductive and very convincing. She had tried to escape only once, but she never made it down the hall before being captured and brought back, that was when they installed the voice command system. All she could do was thrash around in the cell until it all passed and she was back to normal. The only contact she had with people was with Tim mainly because he was stronger then her and could handle her if she attacked him, and the Guard that brought her food to her. The Guard never came into her room, he just slid open a metal door the size of a doggie door and pushed her food in to her.

Timorne took one last look her direction, “Door seal please.” He said firmly.

“Door sealed.” A computerized voice answered, as a loud thump echoed through the hall. Then he turned and walked away, his mind heavy with what had just happened.
 
Timorne:

Walking out of the building, Tim lowered his head and rubbed a hand across his brow. "Her father's going to have a heart attack..." He sighed as he leaned against the building and looked up and about.
 
Dr. Samuel Suvari

“Morgan? Yes hello, this is Dr. Suvari, my flight came in early and I am just leaving the airport. How are things at the compound? Good, good, and Hadley? Has she returned from her trip yet?” He grimaced. “I see, well when did she move to the cell? What?”

Samuel Suvari switched ears and cleared his throat, “What do you mean she did not bring herself this time? Did you check the sign in list? Well check it again? What the hell are we paying you for? Damnit Morgan, how did she get there if she did not check herself in? Ahh, I see, Timorne, hmm. Well then I will be there in a couple of hours, make sure she is secure. That will be all, thank you.”

He hung up the phone and sighed under his breath while glancing out of the limo’s darkened window. Shaking his head he muttered, “She spends too much time with Timorne, he is not her father he should not be taking care of her. She’s old enough to take responsibility for her faults.” Samuel pressed a button on his door and the intercom came on, “Jarvis take me straight to the compound, no stops.”

“Yes Sir Dr. Suvari.” Jarvis’s voice confirmed and the intercom clicked off.

Again the Dr. frowned, “Timorne.”
 
Ian

Ian watched as Wesley was able to get to a better vantage point. He can see from where he is and is able to see that the townspeople are savaging their fellow werewolf. Gaping wounds and copious bloodspots stain the gravel around his body. But he refuses to die, his will to live too great and the people become desperate. Finally, one bright soul figured out what this creature had to be and found some silver at his home. They did not have time to make a silver bullet, but melted the silver down and poured it into the wounds on the werewolf. Ian covered his ears as the creature belted out its death rede. The sweet sound of death reached Ian's ears, but was corrupted by the knowledge that it was the death of a fellow werewolf. Saddened by the knowledge that they were not as he had thought, immortal, Ian signaled for Wesley to follow him back to the compound.
 
Timorne:

Something distant caused Tim's ears to perk. "Shit, the boys..." He growled as he kicked away from the walk, instantly turning into his wolf form so he could track them.
 
Wesley Side:

So intense is the torture, Wesley is captivated by it. As he first approached the scene, all he could think about was killing the AWOL wolf. Now, as they pour molten metal onto one of his own, a new anger surges in him. A scream echoes through the forest and through Wesley's mind.

Some subconsious part of Wesley hears and acknowledges Ian's request. The rest of him is dwelling on those torturous humans. He hears Ian stand on all four legs and begin walking into the forest and back toward the camp and he also stands. Proudly, Wesley starts to walk toward the outer row of trees in search of the sweet taste of vengence.
 
Timorne:

Spotting his men, Tim rushes forward, changing his form in mid stride so when he reaches Wesley, he grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him back. "Don't be a fool." He growled as he pushed the young were against a tree, staring him in the eyes sharply. He took a second to look at the unfortunate member of their group as the molten silver caused his flesh to necrotize and flake away like burnt paper. Some of the people surrounding him jabbed and poked at the poor creature. The urge to wade into these fools was just as strong for Tim as the rest, but he had his disipline, and his orders. Holding Wesley securely against the tree, he reached a hand up to his ear, there was a small communicator, dwarfed in the palm of his hand. "Wolvesden, this is Wolf-one, we require a level ten containment just outside the compound, on the west side." Tim said calmly into the comm, then put the device away and fixed Wesley with his stare again. "Are you calm enough for me to let you go?" He asked sternly.
 
Wesley Side:

Glad that he will exact revenge, Wesley pushes aside the last bush before the clearing. Suddenly, he is pulled back, spun around and pushed into a tree. Glaring at Timorne, his mind is furious. Damn fuck won't even let me take care of these fuckin' fucks. Fucking moron--we're better than these fucking people and their fucking cities. God dammit, we kill every fucking one of these fuckers and eat their fucking bodies for dinner.

In wolf form, Wesley knows he can over-power the human Timorne; but, the fact that both Tim and Ian are able to be just as strong and as fast as he is deters Wesley from acting on his own instincts. Slowly, he calms down even as the outrage screaming in his head gets louder. He loosens his tight muscles and when Tim asks him if he can restrain himself, Wesley changes back to human form.

"I'll be fine."
 
Timorne:

Loosening his grip on Wesley, Tim looks him in the eyes. "you're going to have to learn how to control your blood lust boy, this is neither the time nor the place to be revealing yourself to civilians. You might be able to kill a score of them, but eventually, you'd be in the same place as poor lil Quinn there. Do you understand me? I don't want anymore foolish risks! Now, go on back to the compound, the lot of you, I have a containment unit on its way here to deal with the civilians." Tim said sternly.
 
Ian

Ian hears a rustle in the underbrush and turns to make sure that Wes is following his order. He sees that Wes is about to hurl himself at the humans when Timorne appears out of nowhere. Ian breaths a sigh of relief as their mentor steps in. Ian was barely becoming comfortable with his new body and the thought of a fight with another were was upsetting in lieu of what they had seen the humans do.

Ian watched as Tim took control of the situation. He agreed that killing the humans would solve nothing at this point, other than to make the populous even more aware of the existence of the weres. Ian made eye contact with Wes, as Wes started to go back to the compound. Ian promised himself that before the week was over, Wes and himself would bathe themselves in the blood of the humans that had killed Quinn. They just had to exhibit the patience of being hunters, something that Ian was an expert at. Ian followed Tim and Wes back to the compound.
 
Timorne:

Tim followed after the two, Ian and Wes both. Watching them with a cold intencity as he herded them back to the compound. Behind them at least twenty jeeps drove up to the humans as they continued to torture Quinn.

There were a couple shouts of surprise and pain from behind them, then everything was silent. Tim smiled at the cold eficiency of 'the program' as he drove Ian and Wes closer and closer to home.
 
Wesley Side:

Walking back to the compound with Ian and Tim, Wesley also hears the shouts of pain behind him. It takes every conscious effort to keep from turning back and chasing down every one of those humans and exacting his own revenge. Rather sure that neither of his companions saw the hesitation in his step--or rather, dismissed it as a trip or a pang from hearing the scream--he continues through the forest.

As they near the edge of the treeline, Wesley turns to the others. "Last one there buys us all beers!" Before he finishes the sentence, he's off: running toward the compound, hoping to outpace the others.
 
Ian

Ian hears the challenge from Wes. It would feel great to just let himself go to the speed and the feel of wind through his hair. He gives a carefree laugh, trying to put the image of the were in pieces out of his mind. He stretches out his long legs and pursues Wes back to the compound.
 
Dr. Suvari

A white limo pulls up to the security gates, and then passes through. The dark tinted windows reflecting the light from the sun. It drives up to the compound, stopping in front of the stairs. The driver gets out and hurries to the car door opening it for Dr. Suvari, the bald black man towers over the driver and nods to him then stands and glances around the surrounding area. He can see figures moving towards the compound and stands there watching for a few minutes. Finally he turns and marches into the great hall towards the elevator, pressing the button for the upper level. As he passes a phone near the first security check point he picks it up and dials Check Point Six…..

“Morgan, yes Dr. Suvari again, I am in the compound on my way up to see my daughter. Everything well? Good.” He hangs up the phone and then quickly steps onto the elevator.
 
Timorne:

Shaking his head at the boy's exheuberance Tim looks up and is stricken by an unexpected sight. Up ahead standing next to a parked, white limo was Dr. Suvari. Tim's hands clenched at the sight. "Why is HE here NOW?" Tim growled under his breath as he picked up his pace. Dr. Suvari turned and walked into the building, not waiting for Tim and the others to reach him. He knew exactly where he was going. "Damn it! Not now... Not yet!" He protested, but it was to no avail as the doctor was already inside. Tim made it up to Hadley's cell a few minutes later.

"Doctor Suvari, what are you doing here?" Tim asked as he entered the room, giving him an annoyed look. "We have everything under control sir!" Tim said with an edge to his voice.
 
Ian

Ian sighs as he watches Wes beat him to the compound. "I guess I better break out my wallet. " He smiles at Wes and then grimaces for a second. A sharp smell combined of fear and anger reaches his sensitive nose. Ian turns to the source of the smell and notices that Timorne is running towards another part of the compound. Ian shakes his head in wonder. "I am afraid to ask what went wrong now. " Ian grabs his wallet, and turns to Wes. "Come on, lets go have some beers. Maybe its just me, but it will take a while to flush the sound of that were's screaming out of my ears. "
 
Dr. Suvari

He glared down from the Survey room at the thrashing woman in the Cell, her hair wild and a look of hunger on her face. She was finally awake and she was basically climbing the walls. He shivered and frowned as he eyed the bandages peeking through the neck line of her gown. Morgan seems to claim he knew nothing of what happened, and that annoyed the Doctor. He pressed a hand to the glass and looked down upon her, her big green eyes look up to him dilated as a wolf's and she lets out a howl that forced him to take an uncontrolled step back from the glass.

Coughing he glanced around to see if anyone had noticed then stepped forward again. "My beautiful baby girl, what filth you are in this condition.” He whispers to himself. She lets out another howl and he turns his eyes away. Moments later he heard Tim almost run into the room....

"Doctor Suvari, what are you doing here?" Tim asked as he entered the room, giving him an annoyed look. "We have everything under control sir!" Tim said with an edge to his voice.

The Dr. raised an eyebrow and turned back to his daughter, "There is a bandage on her chest, if everything is under control then why does my daughter have a bandage on her chest?" His voice was shaky, he was still nervous around Tim but he would not let the man intimidate him.

Tim looked down at her and took a moment to think before speaking, "It was hard to get her into the Cell Sir; she turned before she even left her room. She scratched herself."

"Scratched herself hmm?" He nodded and then he looked back to him, "I hope for your sake Timorne, my daughter continues to stay unharmed during my visit here. I also hope you keep those new recruits fully out of her presence. I have no regrets about watching them drop like flies, I am disgusted by it all, and I will be glad when your duty is filled." He walked to the door as he left he added, "She better stay safe and untouched Timorne, or I'll have your head on my study's mantle."
 
Timorne:

"She will be safe sir, in here..." Timorne said, controling the sudden anger that rose up in him every time he was around Dr. Suvari. Inside, he was thinking. 'just try to take my head, old man...' He went to the window to look down at Hadley, wild and ravenous as she was below. He frowned, it made things so much more dificult, now that he knew his own feelings for her, and yet, was anything but friends with her father.

"I need to get us out of here Hadley..." He said quietly once her father had left, placing a hand on the glass as he watched her.
 
Her strange pale eyes instantly rise to his and she jumps up on her bed cot, her back against the wall, her arms raised to him. "Tim...please, let me out baby, I don't like it in here." She blinked her wolven eyes and a wicked smile comes to her face, "Let me out Timorne!"

She let her hands slid down her body to the hem of the gown and she lifted it up to her thighs, showing him the dark smooth skin. Again the wicked smile appeared and she slowly licked her lips, her nails digging into the flesh of her thigh, causing rivets of blood to seep down. Her other hand squeezed her breast and she howled up to him. "Let me out, and you can touch me again! You liked that didn't you...touching me, my body?"


"I can make you feel so good Tim, I'll fuck you in every room of this compound in any way you want baby....let Hadley out!" She whimpered, pulling on her nipple through the thin gown.

She ran her fingers through the drawn blood then brought them to her lips sucking each one into her mouth seductively while staring up at him. "I know you want me again, I can smell you, and I can smell everything. Lust fear anger...mmmm anger smells good, you don't like him do you? My father." She shivered as she rose the gown higher, spreading her legs and sliding her back down the wall until she was in a sitting position. Her body twisting, the gown riding up higher as she gets on all fours and shakes her now bare ass at him….

"Let me out baby, we could kill him together, and then you can fuck me in a pool of his blood." She howled again, licking her lips. Her eyes wild as she stares up at him....
 
Timorne:

"Hadley... Stop..." Timorne said weakly as he found himself pressing against the glass, his eyes locked on her as she tried to seduce him. She was right, he wanted her again, he wanted her so very badly that it was an ache in the pit of his stomach. He gritted his teeth as she talked about fucking in a pool of her fathers blood, turning his back, his breath coming in shaky bursts, he slowly opened his eyes to find the guards looking at him almost accusingly, he could smell their fear too. "Cut... Cut the speakers from the cell..." They stood still, looking at him. "NOW!" He barked and they responded instantly, almost frantically.
 
"Don't walk away Tim...don't please!!!!" She lunged at the door of the cell in a fit of anger, “Let me out you bastards!"

She picked up a near by chair and flung it up towards the glass, it reached its mark but didn't break it, falling back to the floor at her feet. She screamed and tried to climb the walls to get up to the window. "Morgan! Morgan, let me out or I'm going to rip your fucking head off!"

Again she flung herself at the door, and then sunk down to the floor, breathing heavily. Banging her head against it she howled and then finally went silent exhausted into sleep.
 
Ian

Ian looks over at Wes. "Here buddy, have another beer, my treat. So what the hell are we going to do now? It seems like there are just the two of us now, the others all went rogue. Is that something we have to worry about in our future too? " Ian slowly sipped his beer , chewing the pretzels thoughtfully.
 
Wesley Side:

Opening the Killian's, Wesley reflects on the same things that Ian wonders aloud. "Shit, with the way everyone's been acting, I wouldn't doubt that they lose more of us experiments then they keep."

Staring into the bottle, Wesley uses his nails to peel the label from the beer. A laugh as he thinks to himself and then he speaks again, "I bet there's a group of them. You know, rogue wolves. They're probably out there," pointing around Wesley muses to himself, but outloud, "doing what it is werewolves do. Whatever we should be doing."

The anger rises into his eyes and then subdues to leave his eyes dull. "What a life it would be. To be so invincible and able to take what you need and anything you want. Quinn and Syife were probably right to try to get off of this government bandwagon. They just didn't do a good job planning. There'd be an easier way to leave." Wesley trails off after that, mumbling to himself, not realizing that the adrenaline let-down and the booze are making him quite tired.
 
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