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Peeking through the slit that passed for a window in the long aged temple of the four pillars, my sheath began to tingle as I peered at the three wolves entwined in their act of love and joining. The smallest grey adolescent was on his back submitting to the larger brown coated one, I could tell they were tied from the blissful and blank expression painted on his face from inexperience as thrusts from the brown one's mate into him bucked the grey one for the ride. Minutes passed and the "chastity" ring tightened very painfully keeping blood away from my loins and in my brain as I noted their actions in my journal.

The brown one was "the alpha runner" of the pack, his mate the red coated one was bulkier and much taller "the beta fighter of the pack". The grey whelp was a guest for the night in their bed and that is all I needed to note down before I felt a tingle that I was being watched and disappeared in a wisp of shadow.

The bush where I landed was rough and strewn with thorns and as I looked up at the ledge where I was perched moments ago I cursed this mortal body for being so slow on using the "hop". A thousand years as a wisp and I had no problem "hopping" my ethereal form but this body needed me to take it apart and sift it through the dimensional sieve and reassemble it in one piece at the other end without misplacing as much as a hair fiber.

I knew that users of the pillar legacies like the Alphas of this Caen can detect energies like mine but I didn't think that a fresh user like their runner had developed his legacy that well to have sensory awareness of me which made my job almost as tough as observing their Alpha druidess.

I dusted myself off with what dignity I could manage, my resentment for the Gods who put me here growing deeper since the day my son took our tribe out of the blessed woods into the broken world outside. I had no time as I had to duck against my better judgment into the thorny brush cursing this feeble fleshy body as I saw the three alphas of the valley tribes "conveniently" choosing my area to hold an impromptu meeting on their upcoming war plans.

Each minute that dragged on by I had to lay still, letting those stinging, poisonous barbs pierce me and pump their venom into me. As I was regenerating it burned and not in the good way but I had to sit and stay and breath still or the alphas in front would have detected the slightest shift in their immediate environment.

I observed and noted the tallest black wolf Arcinus, the current guardian of the pillar legacies, his muscular form and cold yellow eyes emanating a dominance as war master over his fellow tribal alphas who despite possessed their own separate tribes were submitting to him implicitly as they discussed their plans.

The pure snow white wolf next to him, I smiled reminded me so much of his ancestor, first female white wolf who was a god herself and was the only one in history to sacrifice her immortality to walk amongst us. Ever since then her spirit reincarnates within a generation or so and they are made the leader with her wisdom flowing out with age and development. Unfortunately in the last millennia she has been forced to take on male hosts because of how female alphas went out with my pack. Her current host bled magic from every orifice and it was because of him that I had to stay still and ensure I kept my cover, hoping this body would bear the burning battle between poison and my own regeneration.

The final alpha was an unremarkable doll of a soldier. He was a perfect template wearing armor over his entire body made of leather to cover the various hideous scars to display a machismo boasted only by his tribe. He startled me to think of how far his ancestors had come from polishing the armor of my tribe to running a tribe of their own given that they were created by the Gods without an ounce of intelligence but plenty of muscle.

After what felt like hours I felt another presence and taking a silent but deep sniff I raised my hackles knowing 'he' was here. Risking a "hop" I saw in the after shadow a glimpse of the snow white alpha raise his staff gracefully at the bush I was, upon arrival at the tree top where the assassin was perched I tackled him and "hopped" us again into a clear and desolate field away from the Caen, catching the snow white wolf and his fellow alphas looking at the shaking tree branch I must have left behind in my haste.

The assassin landed with an "UFF" and quickly as his training dictated kicked me in those damn genitals of mine and wedged a thin but long needle across one of those fragile arteries this body seemed to be riddled with.

I knew now I didn't need to hold back as I played dead and the assassin kicked my "corpse" to see my face. As he looked at my neck and bent down to retrieve what he could from my loin cloth pouch, extracting my diary and befuddled at the writing he couldn't decipher. I took his moment of carelessness to stab "Kali" my weapon into his heart, clenching my fist and wincing at the pain this body felt as her poison coursed through his veins and sapped his life from him, leaving the former hyena into a statue of dust that was scattered to the winds.

What was left behind was my paw, a bone white sword like appendage protruding from my fur under my wrist slowly began to retract as naturally as claw would making me grunt because unlike a claw this body had no natural slit to accommodate it. Sighing in relief that I had stopped my son from prematurely killing off the tribes in another half baked scheme I whimpered as I rubbed the lump where I knew Kali resides, holding up my other paw knowing that her sister was in my other arm. Clenching my fists, helpless in the knowledge that my own son not only had the same weapon I had but he had used it unnaturally to elongate his flesh body's lifespan.

Killing the water host only strengthened his arsenal since he commanded an element now and wanted to claim the rest to fill a cup with no bottom. Retrieving my journal I dusted it and sealed it with my blood, putting it away in my loin cloth I "hopped" through the dimensional sieve again and emerged in Runner lane.

The rows of small and ill furnished tents closed a knot a in my stomach that I'd rather not have. The day our tribe was split in four because of what happened a millennia ago left me with a pain like a claw being dragged out with each splinter faction that emerged to make us wolves weaker. My service to the Gods had changed nothing, making me curse having bargained away my seat in their pantheon for a solitary existence as a lonely sentinel and vassal for them on Ellium. The castes, the politics and conflicts made me lose hope but like Skadi in my other arm keeps telling me, what's lost can always be found and I hoped this final war would reunite my foolish descendants.

Lost in my train of thought I did not feel the presence of the wolf that tackled me on the ground, in fury I rolled his lithe frame under me and grabbed his neck firmly but not too strongly as I did with my previous "fragile attackers" only to be relieved at the orange eyes and silvery blue coat that glistened in the moonlight unlike my dull grey coat.

"Delta Runner Cyrus at your service." He said in that measured tone that reminded me of my mate from long ago. Despite being a delta he welcomed me in troubling times into the Caern for a brief time. Thankfully reporting me to the Alpha seemed to keep skipping his mind and since I passed myself off as a fighter passing through he was slowly beginning to see something over the weeks I was staying that was not the real intention behind my visit.

"My apologies Delta." I growled in my Alpha like tone getting off him and cursing myself as the "chastity" charm fell down broken, leaving my sheath to tent my excuse for a loincloth to the delta's amusement.

"You know I can't keep asking for favors from the druids for new ones right?" He smirked as he dragged me to his tent where I had taken up residence in my weeks of staying here.

"Oi! Close that damn flap! You're letting a draft in!" Barked Cain as he huddled up against his bedmate Curt, both shooting us the evil eye feigning innocent cuddling on a cold night for intentions that I bet anyone in a ten tent radius could smell.

"knock it off and get married already you two!" Cyrus snarled playfully pulling the sheets off them, revealing to their embarrassment Cain's know in his fellow delta's butt.

"HEEEYYY!!!!" whimpered Curt with his ears splayed at the mention of marriage and whimpering as Cain tugged his knot aggressively baring his fangs at Cyrus who raised his paws defensively.

"ok ok children, I'll tuck you in." he chuckled as he offered the blanket which was wrenched by the offended Cain who was licking Curt's splayed ear, shooting Cyrus a look that implied a mutual silence between them on the matter in respect to the more frail wolf.

I was astonished to know that most runners were whelps or orphans from the wars of the Caen and how most of them ended up here because they were half breeds with other castes. This was another knot in my gut I could have done without as I lay down on the floor skins that passed as beds for Cyrus and his brothers who shared this tent since their parents died. Guilt was another feeling I could have done without as the body the Gods gave me was a bit too oversized for the tent forcing Curt to relinquish his bed for me on the first night, not that he was complaining now I saw.

"They'll be ok." Cyrus chuckled as he slapped my unyielding shoulder, lounging beside me in a catlike manner or more like a pet in adoration of its master as I lewdly smiled back at him and got on top of the lithe Delta.

Cyrus responded in kind by opening his maw inviting me in as my own longer and broader tongue ravaged and massaged him orally, using the moment as a distraction to extract beads of a "special" balm I'd procured earlier that day.

In the moonlight the scars of our lovemaking were all over his ass and I felt the latest scratch with pride knowing he took it like a wolf so I was going to reward him. I locked our jaws and didn't allow him to turn, holding the smaller wolf in position grinding my balm soaked palms on his cheeks then tracing lines in his fur like a sand garden. The wolf elicited moans and grunts into my muzzle which I silenced with my tongue so we don't disturb our tent mates, the musk filing the room as the balm reacted to the dripping blood from each fresh cut, sealing it with a hiss as soon as it was made.

This balm was rare and expensive used by mages who were too queasy for the more potent antiseptics not to mention the pleasure you got from it closing your wounds made several careless warriors blood let carelessly that got it banned in the three tribes.

Its effect was immediate on Cyrus as my eight feet bulky frame held down his six feet wiry and lean frame. The wolf was in pleasure and his alpha side was slowly emerging as he was involuntarily bucking into my claws making them pierce his fur unwillingly to get the balm's soothing effects that made our sheaths tingle.

As I rolled around left to right teetering in the small tent and making it shake slightly I released him from my kiss slowly and lapped his nose as my paw snaked to his now fully erect member, a devious and perverse fantasy even for an Alpha of my stature to even have dreamed off.

"Take me tonight Cyrus!" I commanded in his ear licking it slowly and kissing down his neck to appreciative moans followed by a reluctant whimper.....

"I...You know...I can't...." he fumbled, unsure of how to obey the contradictory order my alpha musk was giving him. Of course as Alpha I got what I wanted and tonight I WANTED him in me like Cain was in Curt. That feeling of being conjoined to another male again is a pleasure I long missed when I was young as Cyrus and free to sleep around before the Alpha stigmata.

"you will...my love..." I cooed reassuringly, blowing a hot breath down his neck as I took that balm and winced as my finger spread it into my hole, rotating like a drill as the slick juices in my passage reacted with the moisture sensitive substance.

"I'm a delta...." He whimpered with ears splayed in that submissive tone from years of being programmed and conditioned to be submissive but the lust in his eyes betraying his true desire to mate with me.

"I'm no longer an Alpha!" I snarled as I squeezed his cock in my balm soaked paw and twisted it to coax pre out of his eager appendage, the fluid igniting the nerves on his cock leaving him humping my paw furiously that only intensified the burning sensation to my pleasure as I heaved him up lifted a leg up over him, presenting my side to him as a sub would do, the balms in my ass and on his member were like magnets, calling out energy to energy, nullifying every doubt, conditioning and thought as I bit down on my own paw drawing blood when the near rabid delta hilted me and starting uncontrolled and rough thrusts, his paws digging into my calf muscle as he bit down involuntarily on my thigh desperately swinging his hips like a battering ram.

"ungghhh....AAHHHH....wha....hmmmmp....." I muffled the Delta with a firm paw to silence his confused ramblings as his mind fought his body and I drew the smaller male in for a deep kiss that laid his mind to rest while instinct took hold of the docile wolf unleashing the dormant alpha within who kissed back as fiercely, his smaller tongue now fiercely entwined with mine, pushing into my larger maw to assert his position as I smiled knowing he was ready.

"That's it whelp! Ugnhhh.....give it to me like the first wolves on the plains!" I whispered encouragingly into his ear now wrapping both legs around his waist enjoying how my gyrating hips were milking his random but eager thrusting into my eager hole that kept regenerating its tightness becoming tighter the more he bruised it in his callous thrusts.

The newly awakened and entranced alpha was under my hypnotic suggestion, medicine and instinct turning him into a breeder of great potential as he slapped away at my raw cheeks, the balms in my orifice and on his dick competing for sensory domination just as I was struggling not to yell out my mounting orgasm as I clawed and shredded the skins under me to prevent myself from being overwhelmed.

Cyrus had other plans it seemed as with his new found and temporary strength and confidence was acting like a free wolf to act on his darkest desire began biting up along my grey back, each nip sending jolts of pain and pleasure as he smacked my ass mercilessly, learning to gyrate his own hips not out of intelligence but out of instinct and sensory response of how good it felt.

To my dismay when I was being ravaged, clawed, bitten and fucked brutally just the way I loved it I yelped uncontrollably at the knot that was rammed without remorse or mercy into my passage, making me involuntarily twist and clench in pleasure that made Cyrus throw his head back and Yowl ferally like a real wolf of old that sent chills down his pack mates because it was not just any yowl it was the alpha's call that I came to because for a split second that feeling of being completely dominated and commanded made me spew my own load all over my grey fur, flecks falling onto the silvery blue coat of my lover who collapsed, panting and heaving as his closed eyes opened and he tugged his knot at my ass wearing a mortified look knowing now it's not another dream or fantasy I could see a hint of pride gleaming from behind his eyes at me.

My Alpha "musk" returned him to his docility and a reassuring petting and stroking of his fur was all I needed to defuse the situation, followed by ritualistic licking of the few white patches in his coat that an Alpha gave to a bitch that sated him well.

Cain and Curt as well as at least what I estimated egotistically atleast 10 tents were filled with yelps and moans and the sloppy sounds and smells of sex that my "legacy" could sniff out and as I combed my tired lover's fur with my own claw that was much larger than his own I chuckled in the hopes that maybe this final war would restore my tribe as I went to a deep sleep.

Tomorrow never knew what a blunder I made that night when Cyrus would never be the same.