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Lone Wolf - Part Five

Felan awoke in a shock. His sweat ran cold, chilling the night air of Nilu's hut. His breathing was at an increasing rate, parallel to his heart. There were tears in his eyes, and pain in his head. But nothing could compare to the unreasonable amount of rage. Of course, he realized it was a dream, but the anger, the hate, it was still there. He barred his teeth and shuddered. He gripped himself and drew his claws, scratching at himself. He was drawing blood from the cuts. He whimpered a bit, but he had begun growling, which seemed to overpower a pathetic whimper.

"Felan..." Nilu said groggily, rubbing her eyes. She couldn't quite see yet, but it was obviously a him. "Hey, are you alright?" Her vision began to clear. She could now make out wounds on his arm. She snapped up and grabbed his arm, eliciting yet another whimper from the seemingly disturbed wolf. She inspected his arm, and was in dismay to see how deep the cuts were.

Felan yanked his arm from her and said harshly, "What're you hiding from me?" He snarled. "Tell me now!" he demanded. He stared Nilu in the eyes, anger burning in his. She backed away in fear. Her ears laid flat on her head, and she began shaking. Her eyes averted his, tears swelling in them. Felan watched her as she did this, and suddenly toned down his anger. He knew what it was like to be in that situation all too well.

"Nilu, I'm sorry," he said, pulling her close in a hug, "but please, if there's anything I don't know that you do, I need you to tell me, okay?" He put his paws on her shoulders, and looked her dead in the eyes.

"Well...I...I can't. I'm sorry. I just...I value my life too much," She said quietly. Felan watched her quietly, not moving, but only for a moment. He sighed, and leaned in a bit. Nilu did the same, and with a forceful passion, their lips met in a fiery kiss. His tongue danced around hers, the wind flowing through the cracks in the hut blowing their fur in its breeze. Felan placed his paws under her chin, and held it up. This was perfect.

"I need to know," he said, breaking the sweet embrace. Nilu blushed, and looked away.

"It's Agra...please don't be mad at me for not telling sooner...but he's using you...for a bartering chip. He said if anyone spoke a word they would be severely punished..." Tears rolled down her face as she began to imagine the horror coming her way now that she had told him.

"Oh...I see..." Felan said in shock. He bowed his head and sighed. Nothing was ever right...But the sadness was not in power for long. It was soon rage. Felan jumped over Lira, who was awake but lying down, and walked over to the exit of the hut.

Nilu watched and said, "Felan, wait...You can't take on Agra. He'd crush you..." She climbed over Lira, and walked over to Felan.

Lira propped her head up on her shoulders and said, "She's right you know. You wouldn't stand a chance. Please don't do anything rash..."

Felan sighed, and walked out of the hut. Nilu followed though. "Please wait, don't leave. Stay! Please, Felan...I love you...Please we can work things out with everyone. Please, just don't go!" she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," Felan replied. "I've been used all my life. I'm a chew toy, a babysitter, and now a simple bartering chip. My value seems to be nothing. I'm not really wanted anywhere." He ran his paw over his bandaged leg. "So I'm leaving. But mark my words," he said over the oncoming winter storm, "I'll be back, and they'll all get what they deserve." With that, he walked off into the blinding storm. Nilu did not follow, but instead fell to her knees in tears. She would've frozen like that too, if Lira hadn't come and taken her back inside. Felan watched, and when he knew she was safe, he turned and walked to the armory.

He thrust open the doors, and found a mess of spears, arrows, daggers and bows. But there was one bow he saw in particular. It had intricate designs carved and painted on it. It was Agra's. He made his way over to it, and picked up the arrows that were lying next to it. He slung the quiver over his shoulder, and pulled out an arrow. There was a tank of oil in the corner of the small building, where he dipped the tip in. He turned, and headed towards the exit, scraping the arrow on the flint stone that made the flooring. It sparked, just as he had expected. The tip of the arrow was now a flame.

He walked out to the middle of the village. He looked at Agra's hut, and smiled an evil smile. He loaded the arrow, and said, "I killed a dragon...heh, I AM the dragon!" He let go of the arrow. It flew straight, a beacon of deadly light in the night, striking Agra's hut, and igniting the structure.

He turned, and ran off into the darkness, listening to the glorious crackling of Agra's hut, and the screams of the now awake wolves. He laughed and kept running.

Laren sighed as she leaned on Accalia. "What are we to do?" she asked. "I mean, now what?"

"Well," Accalia said calmly, "You sent the message, so I think that could smooth things out when it's all said and done. Everything's going to be fine, trust me." She began rubbing Laren's shoulders. "But you need to relax. With all the recent stress, you are in rather bad health. And I know the way to fix it. It's been a while since we've, well, ya know...." She said, sliding off Laren's top. She slid the straps down her arms, allowing for her to easily slip out of it. Her breasts jiggled once they were freed, turning Accalia on even more.

"I...let's," Laren said, kissing Accalia. Accalia slid a paw on top of Laren's breasts, fondling her hard nipples. Laren moaned, sliding her paws up Accalia's legs, ending at her dripping pussy. She had already slid out of her bottoms, so she was accessible.

The two broke the kiss, and Accalia helped Laren out of her skirt, exposing her already wet pussy. She turned to face Accalia, and got very close to her. She began grinding her pussy on Accalia's leg as she kissed her again. Her juices were dripping all over Accalia's fur, making it rather sticky. They both moaned in unison.

Accalia pressed her paw on Laren's chest, and ran it down to her clit. She pressed on it, and began moving her finger in circles, gently massaging it. Laren moaned in ecstasy, increasing the passion of the kiss tenfold.

With a free finger, Accalia slid into Larens warm, wet pussy one finger. Then another, and another. Laren squirmed and moaned, adjusting to the intruders. "Oh god..." she said as the kiss broke. She laid down, and let Accalia crawl on top of her. Laren may have been the alpha, but in bed, Accalia was on top. Accalia wiggled her fingers a bit, making Laren blush and moan.

Accalia began rubbing the lips of her own vag, moaning. "Mmmm, you like that?" she said to Laren. Laren, blushing, nodded. "Hehe, you want more?" Laren closed her eyes and nodded. Accalia grew a deviant smile. "Then beg."

Laren moaned again as Accalia slid her fingers from her pussy. She felt empty and unsatisfied without them. "Please, please give me more. Please ma'am..." She begged.

"Such a good pup," Accalia giggled, "Alright. Since you're being such a good girl..." She got very close to Laren, and began to go down. She stopped at her pussy, and gave it a little lick. Laren moaned and gripped her bed. Accalia licked it again, this time going in a little bit. She was toying with her own pussy, spreading its lips and rubbing it. She moaned as she slid one finger into herself, and licked Laren again, getting her clit now. Laren gave a cute little gasp.

Accalia slid another finger into herself as the pressed her muzzle against Laren's clit. She began suckling it, flicking it with her tongue. Laren was gasping and moaning in equal tone now. She grabbed her breasts, and began playing with her hard pink nipples.

When Accalia had had enough of Laren's clit, she moved lower to her pussy. She flicked her tongue out, tapping it in a rhythm. Then, she pressed up to it, and began probing her tongue into Laren's canal. Lucky for Laren, Accalia had a very long tongue. It went in about three inches, and she began wiggling it. Laren arched her back and gasped.

When Accalia began playing with Laren's clit with her fee hand, Laren begged, "Please...Please harder...faster, please." Accalia just giggled and sped up her tongue. By now, she had her whole fist in her own pussy, causing her to moan loudly. She kept wiggling her tounge and fisting herself as they moaned in unison.

From a crack, the spy could see it all. And he was pretty turned on. Or at least, he was. He wiped the cum on the ground next to him, and stood up. After a good stretch, and a time to breath after vigorously masturbating, he started running back to his village. This was big news.

Agra was in dismay. It was a sure good thing he had decided to sleep at Alni's hut, or he would have not seen another day. He walked among the ruins of his hut, searching for any evidence of what happened. What he found was an arrow. He bent down, and picked it up. "What the hell?" he muttered. It was one of his arrows. Suddenly, his eyes widened. He dropped the arrow, and ran over to the armory. He found the door open, and his bow and arrows gone. He turned, and snarled. The rising sun illuminated the anger that was steaming from him. He marched out to the waiting pack, his target already assigned.

"Nilu!" he barked.

Nilu was pushed out in front of him by the rest of the pack. "Y-yes s-sir," she stuttered. She bowed her head and flattened her ears submissively.

"Nilu," Agra began in a rather creepy, yet calm tone, "Where is Felan this morning?" He looked into her eyes, beaming hatred.

"I-I don't know sir," she said quietly. Agra just smiled at her and began petting her.

"I think you do. Now, I'm going to ask again. Where is Felan?" he said still in a calm tone.

"He...He's gone," she said, looking away from him. Agra was silent for a moment, but soon gripped Nilu by her neck. He lifted her up, and stared into her eyes, watching the fear. He specifically told everyone not to speak a word to him about it. And he was betrayed. Agra held no love for traitors.

Felan sat in his little "tent" that he had made. It was really just a pile of sticks with an opening, but it would do for now. He hoped that Nilu was alright; he had actually been up all night thinking about it. He would be crushed if something happened to her. "Maybe I should've taken her with me..." he muttered.

He reclined on the pad of leaves and other cushion that he made as a bed. He sighed, and just stared up through the cracks. That's just where his life was falling it seemed; through the cracks. Well, the little life he had. A tear ran down his face as he curse life itself. It was such a betrayal. He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes as the wind blew fiercely. It swept through his makeshift shelter, and completely destroyed it. It toppled right on top of Felan.

"Shit," he mumbled as he shoved the sticks off of him, "well, fuck shelter." He stood, and looked around. All he saw was snowy trees. He sighed, and began walking. He had nowhere to go, no food to eat, and no place to sleep. He was now truly a lone wolf.

Agra watched the bloody Nilu crawl away. The pack was still in shock at the brutal rape and beating that had just happened before their very eyes. There was blood staining the snow, and more was pouring from the battered Nilu. One or two wolves were actually in tears at how brutal it all was. Others had to leave to stop from vomiting. It truly was awful.

"You and you," he said, pointing to two of his scouts, "Take her to howl rock. We'll get her in about three days time. She will learn." The scouts nodded in fear, and rushed over to the bloody wolf. One of them grabbed her legs, and the other her arms. They hoisted her up, and carried her off into the woods.

Agra ran his paws over his ears as he went and took his place by the fire. He sat next to Anli, who was already eating. "Well, no that that's over..." he said, picking up a plate of meat given to him by the chef.

"So," Alni said, unmoved by what had just occurred, "The spy returned this morning. He had interesting news, that I think will make up for the whole Felan thing. See, we knew Accalia and Laren were close. But according to him, they're much more than that. And we could just take Accalia prisoner, and that would be actually more beneficial. See, we'd crush the pack because they have no priestess, and we'd crush the alpha because she'd have no lover. It is a good course of action in my opinion." She tore into her meat, and took another bite.

"Really? Hehe, then let's get to that. I've always wanted to kill that priestess anyways, so here's a good chance to," he said devilishly.

Alni shook her head and said, "No, you don't kill her. You use her to get their land." Her voice was muffled because of her full mouth.

"Ah, I see. Well, that's a good idea too..." he said disappointed that he didn't get to slit any throats immediately. He shredded his meat with his fangs, and began chomping on it.

"Well, if I can throw my opinion in here," Galin said, "why don't we just take Laren?"

"Two reasons. One: that could cause war. Two: they could just find a new leader, leaving Laren dead to us. Both are...problematic," Alni said. Agra nodded in agreement.

"Well then, we will find her tonight, and be back before the festivities," Agra said.

Galin turned and looked at him funny. "Festivities?" he asked.

"Have you already forgotten?" Alni asked, giving Galin a daring glance. "The solstice is in one week. We have the beginning celebration tonight."

"Oh..." he said, hunkering down.

Agra just shook his head and took another chunk out of his meat.

Laren woke up on the floor. She had rolled of the bed. What was weirder was that Accalia was snuggling next to her.

"Ah, good, you're awake. I couldn't keep you on the bed. Everytime I picked you up, you just slid off again. So, I eventually quit," she giggled.

Laren rubbed her eyes, and looked at Accalia. She licked her nose and smiled at her. She was always there for Laren, and that was especially important with the recent problems. She giggled, and stood up. She was a bit stiff, but she would be fine. Accalia seemed alright too, as she stood up as well and was just as flexible as ever. Laren walked over to her bedside table, where she had tossed her skirt the night before. She picked it up, and slid it on, before she noticed the metal plate from Felan's harmonica. She had been saving it for him. She sighed, and picked up her top from the floor and slid it on.

"Well," she said to Accalia, "We'd best get out there and supervise the preparations for the celebration tonight, eh?"

She nodded in agreement, and said, "This is going to be a good day, I just know it." They both left the hut, shutting the door behind them. But, unfortunately for them, the day could only get worse.

Felan was following a putrid smell. It smelled like something had died. He was able to trace it to his location, but it was taking more than a while to pinpoint it. He kept searching around the trees, trying to find the source of the odor. What he did find, shocked him. It was the messenger for the Red pack. He was dead, an arrow through his heart. It was an arrow of the Cliff-Fanged pack.

"Damn..." he whispered to himself. It was a terrible sight. Felan bent down to see him, and upon further inspection, he found a small piece of parchment. He pulled it off of the freezing body, and opened it. He wasn't exactly literate, but he knew how to make out some words, and fill in the rest. He squinted to read it.

It read:

"Agra, we seem to be having problems with each other. I think that the smart thing to do now is to meet and discuss everything. There must be a diplomatic solution to all of this, so I'm sure that if we simply sit down and discuss it all, then we can surely find a solution. But, any further hostile action against us will lead to war. This is a promise."

Felan folded the note back up, and took another look at the messenger. He had a satchel, and that could do Felan some good. The messenger obviously wasn't using it anymore. He grabbed it and slid it off the wolf. Taking a look at it, he could tell that it was made of leather. He nodded, and slid it onto himself. It was a nice fit. He opened the pouch and slid in the note. Buckling it, he looked around. There wasn't much light coming through the trees, so it was fairly dark. But, he could tell where the messenger came from, so that was the way he went. Lucky for him his mother had taught him how to trace other wolves. He started off, determined now.

Agra had spent most of the day supervising the decorations. It was kind of a boring job, but it passed time. And once enough of that time had lapsed, he gathered his scouts, along with Galin. They all met on the cliffs overlooking the Red Pack's territory.

"Alright, listen up. We have something...fun to do," Agra chuckled. "We're stealing something. Well, someone would be the better term. You all know of the Red Pack priestess, right? Yep, well, she's ours for the taking. So let's get to it. Er, her I mean. Hahahaha..." He let nodded to his scouts, then to Galin, before turning around and facing the cliffs. Things were about to get fun. He cracked an evil grin, before sliding off the edge.