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The silence was deafening. Derek's ears were making a dull ringing to fill it with something. The harsh breathing of his friend sounded louder than boulders falling from cliffs. His heart pounded against his ribs, trying to escape so he could just die before anything could get worse.

Barex finally moved and the shifting of leather and limbs against the stone sounded like sand paper against his eardrum. Derek didn't move, looking at where Moku had once lain, under him, sobbing for him to stop. Oh god, how that must have looked. All he ever wanted to do was keep Moku safe.

"I'm going to go look for him."

The lowly spoken words made Derek flinch like they were screeched.

"I came in here to tell you that Katsu has returned."

Grey eyes shut tightly.

"He was unconscious and had to be carried... and he has claw marks slashed down the side of his face."

Silver eyes snapped open. "What?" But Barex had already disappeared. Katsu was the one that hurt Moku. He could've guessed that but this proves it. But he wasn't conscious, why? What knocked him out? Could it be who cleaned Moku's face? Why couldn't the brat just tell him! Then none of this would've happened and Moku would still be here, safe in his arms, not out there alone.

That stupid brat. Why couldn't he ever just shut up and listen. He should know better than to disobey. Derek was always right. Why can't anyone ever just listen?

Guilt was stinging and self blame rose up but he pummeled it down with stubbornness and conceit.

If Moku knew what was good for him, he'll come back. He'll always come back. There's no reason to go after him.

Kadell stoked the fire, coaxing the glowing coals back to life. He added another log, blowing on the embers one last time and was successful. He wiped off his hands on his pants leg, standing and stretching.

He froze, hands still clutched above his head and reaching towards the ceiling. Feet sliding on rocks met his perked ears, harsh breathing almost at his door. Silver eyes continued to gaze into the fire, ears trying to connect the noises to something. The scent of fear, exhaustion, and desperation wafted into the cave but a musky yet sweet scent overwhelmed it.

Silver eyes shuddered closed as Liolyn's scent danced through him, sending ripples down his body. His chest felt oddly light and heart pounded. He could almost feel his pulse in another southern area of his body and a territorial rumble escaped his throat.

But when he opened his eyes, the effects Liolyn's scent had on him immediately vanished with a splash of cold water.

In the opening of the cave stood a panting, wide eyed, trembling cat demon that was once cocky, proud, and sensuous. Liolyn choked, mouth forming Kadell's name but panting not allowing the words to escape. A wave of exhaustion swept through the cat, making every limb limp like melting butter. The weightless feeling of falling forward overcame the cat demon, eyes sliding backward. He mentally prepared himself for the collision with the ground but it never came. Instead, warm arms were his padding and a strong chest his pillow.

Dimming golden eyes slowly cracked open to gaze into alarmed silver. A weak smile graced the exhausted cat's lips but it trembled as acid like tears leaked from his eyes. Relief was pounding through him in almost painful waves. He wept so hard that his body convulsed, hands fisting in the wolf demon's shirt. He buried his face into that hot, pale neck, trying to hide his tears but also because it felt so good to be held. Those strong arms were almost crushing, cradling him and the cat couldn't help but to drift off to sleep, warmth and love overwhelming his trembling and fearful heart.

The scent of Moku's blood was still strong and Barex didn't even have to try to follow it. The only thing that was bothering him was that it was fading the farther he followed it. The caves were dark and empty, giving a haunting effect. Barex shifted uncomfortably, wishing he took someone with him like Ethan. Ethan was tolerable while Ludus was probably so absorbed in his false tale that he would have to be dragged kicking and screaming away from his adoring public. At least with Ethan you could have a conversation and not worry about being mocked or made into a joke. Ethan was the patient one, probably the most logical out of the group.

Barex came to where his tunnel connected with another. If he was going the opposite direction then it would be considered a fork. He paused and sniffed, brows drawing together. New scents had entered into the game. They were familiar and numbered to about four or five. He definitely recognized Katsu's because the sharp scent of dry blood stood out the most prominent out of the group. The new scents mixed with Moku's and he followed it.

His eyes dilated a little more as he saw something lying on the ground a few yards ahead of him. He jogged over to it, head cocking to one side as its shape and coloring started to sharpen. It was a white bandage, tainted by a few speaks of blood.

Tenderly, Barex picked it up, sniffing it. The mint scent of Gira's healing cream was most overwhelming but that was definitely Moku's blood on the gauze.

He stood, eyes scanning and nose sniffing the air. He smelled a very strong scent of blood to his right. He turned, hand reaching out and touching the stone wall. Long fingers slide over the jagged rock, searching.

He immediately pulled it back as something slimy met his finger. Hazel eyes looked down at his finger tips and saw crimson. He sniffed experimentally, tongue flicking out to taste.

Moku.

Oh shit.

The world was coming back into focus. His senses were still blurry but beginning to sharpening. Moku was being carried. By who, he couldn't tell. His head still throbbed from when it had cracked against the wall when Katsu had backhanded him.

Katsu.

His eyes snapped open only to see the suffocating darkness of the blindfold as he remembered everything that happened in the passage. He snarled, arms snapping out to strike whoever was carrying him but his shoulder screamed as the pull was futile and strained at his already injured socket. He was bound completely, hands behind his back and ankles together. He still squirmed but weakly, his old and new injuries screaming out in protest.

A muffled yelp escaped as he was tossed onto something solid and hard. The cold seeped through his half torn clothes and was oddly soothing on a few of his whimpering bruises. He was trembling, fear setting in. He couldn't see, his ears ringing from his head injury, his nose only picking up a mixture of scents but they were all scents he cowered from.

"Very good. Now, chain him down."

Every muscle froze and curled in as Moku recognized that cold, calculating voice. Raklyn was there. And he was going to get chained. This did not bode well.

He felt strong arms on his arms and legs and the binding behind being cut. He instantly snarled, thrashing and struggling, injuries a thing of the past as adrenaline pulsed through his veins and fear clouded his mind. But the arms were too strong and he screamed as his right arm, the one that was dislocated just a few hours before, was twisted up over his head and the cuff of what he suspected to be shackles snapped onto his wrist. A sob escaped his mouth as his left wrist joined his right and both legs were spread and shackled so that his knees were forced to be spread.

"That's good. Leave us. You can have your share when I'm done."

Moku ground his teeth until he chewed through the fabric gag. He spat it out and roared desperately, calling out for no one in particular but he knew that was a lie. He roared, roared for Derek without saying the boy's name. He roared, calling for him, screaming for him. It was a demonic howl of despair and pleading.

"Stop that. No one can hear you. He won't come."

Moku shook his head defiantly, trying to roar again but his voice was caught behind held back sobs.

"Am I right in assuming that you're calling for my dear grandson?"

Moku didn't move this time, his body trying to curl in on itself. His wrists twisted, testing the shackles, seeing if he could slip them.

"You are such a clever little whore, seducing that naïve boy. He doesn't know the treacheries whores like your mother are capable of. He doesn't know how to resist such temptations. You... you being pure..." Moku whimpered as the back of fingers slid down his cheek. "Is too much for him. He sees your virgin body..." Fingertips began to slide down his body, his stomach sucking in to try to escape them. "And can't resist..." Those fingers stopped on his leather covered member and Moku let out a silent scream, hips twisting to get away. "Wanting you at whatever cost." Those fingers made a last swirl around his member before lifting away and snatching the blindfold off.

Moku refused to open his eyes, legs desperately trying to curl up. He learned that he could, almost to his chest, but his ankles were still far apart and legs could easily be forced open.

And they were.

With a click, Moku's eyes snapped open. He saw that the chain that connected him to the alter like table could be hooked farther down so that his feet touched the table, spreading him for Raklyn.

"Please..." his voice was a desperate whisper now, hoarse from his roaring. "No... don't. Please!"

Raklyn ignored him, kneeling between Moku's now spread legs. Strong hands gripped his knees and began to slowly slide down his thighs, sweeping in to run over his cock, before sliding up his stomach. Raklyn's right hand raised, gripped the edge of Moku's ripped shirt and shred it off.

Moku roared but it was out of pure desperation. Raklyn sliced off every one of Moku's bandages, running claws painful over each wound, opening them so that droplets of crimson would bubble and slide down just like his tears.

Moku panted, a panic attack setting in. Fear was overwhelming, cold sweat breaking out over his body. A sob escaped, pain almost everywhere. Each wound stung. He couldn't take it. He couldn't handle it for one more second. He wanted to be free. He wanted to get away. He wanted Derek. His head snapped back as a rough hand grabbed his pants and ripped them half off, exposing his vulnerable member. He screamed the first thing that entered his head.

"DEEEEEEERRRRREEEEEEEEKK!"

"Derek!"

Derek's head snapped up as Barex entered the room, startled by the boy's anxiety. "What do you want now?"

Barex held up his hand with Moku's blood on it. "Moku is in trouble. And I mean real trouble. Katsu found him and I don't know where he is."

Derek paused, frozen. Moku's scent was filling the room, his blood overwhelming every sensory gland. His eyes melted into glowing, almost pure white, silver. Pupils dilated, making his eyes black with a ring of silver before contracting again. His lips curled up to reveal fangs, claws extending fully. He trembled, a deep, demonic growl rumbling out of his throat.

Barex barely had time to move out of the way as Derek lunged at the opening, sprinting down the hall. He didn't need Barex to track even though he knew he friend was following. He knew exactly where they were.

Katsu leaned against the wall, the very essence of impatience. He was next to have his way with the brat. He'd waited too long for this. He can finally show the kid who's the boss just like he did to the brat's mother.

A roar immediately drew his thoughts elsewhere. He pushed his way through the wolves and saw Derek. No, a blood covered Derek, a limp wolf next to him, dark crimson pooling out of him. Silvery white eyes glowered at him through silver tipped hair. Dark strands were mingling now with the white hair but it only made him more frightening. Behind him stood one of his groupies, Barex perhaps?

Katsu gulped down his fear and crossed his arms, trying to look menacing. "Derek. What the hell a-"

But the wolf had already lunged.

Moku was whimpering, face wet from tears. His wrists ached from where the shackles bruised and ripped his skin. His pants were around his ankles and Raklyn was using that to raise him up. Muscles clenched as his ass was bare to Raklyn and the older wolf ran his free hand over it, claws slicing into the delicate skin.

Moku sobbed out another "no" but it turned into a scream as two dry fingers forced themselves into his passage. The boy thrashed, trying to get away from the intrusion but couldn't because of the weird angle he has at.

Raklyn paused, fingers inspecting something. Rips? No, almost completely healed rips. Now this was unexpected.

"You little whore."

Moku screamed as two claws slicing into the wall of his passage.

Barex sprinted past Derek, who was basically mauling the other wolves. They attacked and Derek lashed back with more power and furry than they'd ever felt in all their lives combined.

Barex broke into the cave that the other wolves were standing in front of. "MOKU!"

But it was empty.

"Oh god, no..."

Moku screamed louder than he'd ever before as claws sliced into his thighs and slowly pulled down. He was backhanded for all his efforts, his fangs slicing into his own tongue. He was hit again and again until he was sure he'd never see straight again. Claws lashed at him, slicing him open over and over. He would die. He would surely die.

"Tell me who fucked you, boy!"

Raklyn's voice was dangerously low, a dark hiss that caused fear to shiver down his body.

He was punched this time and his vision flashed.

"Fine..." The older wolf hissed. "I'll make you scream it."

Moku whimpered as his hips were raised, the head of Raklyn's cock sliding up his crevice. "No..."

"Prepare yourself." Raklyn hissed ruthlessly into the boy's ear.

Moku let out a sob and whispered a name. "Derek... help..."

Raklyn smirked but it immediately dropped when he heard a low growl almost directly behind him. How did he miss that?

A clawed hand snatched at the back of his neck with enough force to snap it and yanked back, throwing him across the room to crash against the wall. Raklyn only had time to cough before that same hand was around his throat, pulling him back before slamming him back against the jagged stone. His head cracked sickeningly against it. He didn't even have time to recover from the black out it caused before a fist contacted with the side of his face. The claws from the other hand slashed, ripping open the uninjured side, blood splattering over that attacking hand and the attacker.

A hand snapped around his throat again, tightening enough to block his airway.

"Don't EVER touch him again..." An unholy and demonic voice rumbled.

Raklyn choked, looking at his grandson.

"Do you understand?!" Derek's roared, eyes almost pure white. "Don't EVER touch him! He is mine!"

It wasn't until Raklyn saw black spots in front of his eyes from lack of air did he finally nod, choking out a yes for extra measure.

A knee slammed up between his legs, making him shriek in unimaginable pain before a fist crashed into his face, the forcing slamming him back against the wall with enough force to make an indent.

He slid unconscious to the ground.

Derek panted, teeth clenched, every exhale a growl. He waited a little bit, making sure the bastard was actually out. He gave him one last hard kick just to be sure, hearing the satisfying crack of a few ribs.

He spat blood at his grandfather, wiping his mouth free of the trickling crimson. Katsu had got one lucky strike in before he almost killed him.

He turned slowly, carefully approaching the quivering, bleeding body of his love. Gentle fingers brushed back a few wisps of pure white hair, now slightly burgundy from all the blood.

"Moku?"

Blue eyes that were red from crying opened to look up at Derek.

"I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner."

Moku smiled weakly, a sob escaping, blood from his sliced tongue coming out. "You came."

Derek was slightly taken aback. "Of course I did."

"I thought..." sobs broke up his words. "I thought you hated me... I th-thought..." The rest got hidden behind desperate weeping.

Derek cupped the boy's face. "You thought wrong. I will always come for you." He pressed a gentle kiss to the boy's forehead before pulling out the key he beaten Katsu for. He quickly unlocked the boy's shackles, pulled up his pants, pausing momentarily to look at the numerous wounds. The subsided rage suddenly surged before he quickly fastened the ripped leather.

"Say the word."

Moku looked at him with confused eyes.

"Tell me to kill him and I will. Just say it and he'll be gone. Tell me to, please. Let me kill him."

Bloodied, injured arms lifted and Derek immediately leaned forward, letting them wrap around his neck. His arm slid under Moku's knees and behind his shoulders as he picked the boy up.

Trembling blood slicked lips pressed against the sensitive skin under his jaw. "No... I don't want you to get in trouble."

Derek nuzzled him before carrying the boy out, not looking to see if Barex was there or following.