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Since finding out from the doctor several days ago, that I could possibly be some wolf god incarnate, my mind had been racing thinking that I could possible rule. Create the world in an image I see fit. But at the same time thoughts raced through my head that said the opposite. That I could not possibly be this god, it just wasn't probable. My family have had no history that I know of with werewolves or anything like that. Then again, no one in my family was open to talk about anything to each other. But I made a conscious decision to call my grandmother the only one who I knew would be more willing to talk to me.

I wanted to ask her if there was anything in our family history that could shine any light on the subject so I can put Jarg's mind at ease. If it was true then the crazy religious sector of the werewolf populace would be after me. It was as simple as that. The prophecy talks about the second coming of the old god. The creator, the obliterator, the destroyer and the compassionate one; It was a cycle though. Some were saying it was the age of the obliterator, the one that will wipe out those that were not devoted. Others were saying it was the age of the compassionate one. But all referred to him as the only god. It was depending upon his mood at that time.

I called my grandmother up and started to chat with her. I got hounded with the usual questions like "Have you found a nice girl or guy to settle with?" and "When will you get married and have kids?". These were always questions I could never answer truthfully. But the one question I was ill prepared for was one that asked about me.

"Your voice has changed, sweetie. Are you all right? Do you need someone to look after you; I can come around and tend to you." She said over the phone.

It completely took me by surprise. I was unprepared for an answer. I wanted her to know I was alright and not a cold but I wanted to tell her what was going on. If I told her that I had a cold she would have gone to my old apartment and tried to look after me there. She was always loving and caring like that. I loved her more than ever. My parents abandoned me but she never did.

"I am fine, Gran. No cold. Just going through some therapy for vocal training, I am thinking of doing some voice acting for a local company for extra cash. I want to come and see you." Flat out lie...I knew she would read through it soon.

"Honey, you don't sound ok to me but if you are training for a job then I am happy. So what do I owe the call? Do you need money to come see me?" I could tell she was not happy with the result. She would fly out to where I am in a heartbeat just to see me.

"I am calling to ask you something about our family. Was there any history of our family being involved with werewolves?" I asked her. Though I could tell by her breathing that she may have caught on as to why I sounded different.

"I cannot answer that here. I need to see you in person. This is something that is delicate. I think I know why you are calling but I cannot just say it over the phone...I have to go. I think someone is here." And with that she hung up. I was severally worried about my grandmother right now. I had to ask Jarg for help.

I went to him. I was eventually allowed to see the palace. It was above the nightclub which didn't surprise me. I had always thought that the club was a little classy and very sophisticated in appearances but the palace was huge. It seemed to span over the entire block, even though the outside looked like it was high rise apartments. The main foyer was the size of the house I grow up in. With a chandelier the size of a small car hanging from the ceiling that looked like it had diamonds encrusted into it.

Jarg's room, or our room, was up the grand staircase in the middle of the foyer which leads to a massive stain glass window of a werewolf and hunter fighting, and then branching to left and right. On either side, at the bottom of the staircase, was pair of wolf statues on top of two foot plinths. I was standing in the foyer because I had gone to my apartment to call my grandmother. Caller ID in this world is a big thing these days. Most people will not answer unless they are under your contacts.

Here I stood in the splendour of our palace, where my lover was waiting for me just marvelling at what I am inherent to. Just wondering what to tell Jarg about what I need to do. Since that day I had fun with Garl and Jarg and the last mating with Jarg. We had not done anything fun together. We enjoyed each other's company but that was it. No sex, no mating. Until we figured out what was happening to me.

I walked up the grand staircase and headed left, to his study, where I would often find him reading over books about old gods, new gods and the like. There he sat in his chair, looking over a new book. This one had gold trimmings around the pages and was a rustic iron bound book. It looked heavy and old. He looked up with his beautiful eyes at me and all the sadness that I briefly saw faded as he stood up and walked to me and wrapped his arms around me. He held me for a while. It was good to be in his arms.

"Glad to see you too, hotness." I softly spoke in his eye. He broke the hug a bit and cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. I melted into him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Something wrong?" he asked me as he broke the kiss. He was always good at reading my body language. I think it was through the pheromones that I was producing, or it could be part of being his mate.

"Well, my grandmother would not tell me the details about my family without going to see her. If we are to find out anything, we have to." I explained to him everything that I could. His reaction surprised me.

"Ok, we will fly out and see her. I will explain everything to her." Jarg smiled at me. I had never been so happy.

Within two hours we were flying. We arrived at her doorstep within three hours of leaving the palace. Something was not right though. The door was a jar and there was a foul stench on the air. It made my hairs stand on end. I gently opened the door with my foot, so as not to add any fingerprints. As soon as the door opened the stench grew stronger, it was the smell of blood and I knew something had happened then.

Jarg and I slowly made our way through. The grandfather clock that she kept was broken. The door hanging on by only one hinge, the face was destroyed and the hands were on the ground. Small flecks of blood were on the ground in front of it. I looked around further; the walls opposite the clock that should have had photos on it had slashes and bullet holes. I moved to the living room archway.

There I saw the couches all torn and shredded, covered in blood. I went over to it to investigate. Jarg followed behind. Garl was tagging along also as our bodyguard. Seeing all this blood made me wonder whose it was and where did it come from, what was going on here?

Slowly making my way to the kitchen, a truly horrifying scene was there. The whole kitchen was red. Red with blood and it stunk. It smelt old. Definitely older than a couple of hours. I walked around the table and saw something that I never wanted to see. There lying on her back with a massive wound through her stomach was my grandmother. Her pale blue eyes staring up at the ceiling, jaw slightly hanging open to the left, her left hand pointing up to the ceiling. I could not have cared less at what was there. I had fallen to the ground with tears streaming down my face. The only family that supported me in my life was now gone.

I howled. It echoed through the house. It was not a normal howl, from what I was told later from Jarg. Pain was in my heart, anger, rage and an urge to kill something. I wanted to rip apart the person who had done this. I literally saw nothing but red and black. Anything that had a heat signature was red and objects were black. I turned around and saw Jarg and Garl standing there. I could not make out body language or expressions, or any sounds. I swiped at Jarg with a claw, he was to slow and I connected with his chest. Ripping through his suit and drawing blood.

Garl had jumped over to me, which was a mistake. I rolled out of his way and swiped at him, connecting with his right arm, again drawing blood. I did not care who they were I was in a frenzy. The blood in my grandmother's home did not help; neither did the fresh blood from my lover's. I just wanted to kill something. It was all I cared about. I howled again out of pure anger and hatred. Someone will pay for killing my grandmother.

Garl flicked his right arm and more blood splattered the ground. He readied himself for another attempt and subduing me. I was too focused on Garl when I felt a thud at the back of my head. Everything went black.

I woke up in the bed that I'd slept in as a kid. Blinking rapidly I saw that Jarg was sitting next to me with a very worried look on his face.

"We need to talk."_Was all he said. My insides knotted up. "_Something happened to you that I cannot comprehend. It was thought that part of us was gone, but it is not. You did not give in to the inner beast, yet it over took you. You changed. You showed more wolf features then human. You showed claws that would make any werewolf envious. Our current claws that we can bring out are pitiful. But that is not what troubles me. You went into a frenzy, something we thought was gone from our species. You inflicted considerable damage to Garl. He will heal but it will take time. You almost killed me, had I not seen what was about to happen, and had you swiped a little closer it would have killed me."

I looked at him, he was shirtless. Which was a bonus for me, always liked looking at him but what now should have been his usual smooth chest, now had claw-marked scars. I did this to him. I got out of bed and walked over to him and sat side-on, on his lap. His arms stayed resting on the chairs arms.

"We need to talk about what your grandmother was pointing at." He looked at me with those eyes. I felt like I was in trouble and so I should be. I almost killed the two other people that mean everything to me.

"Your grandmother was telling us that in the attic there were old documents that would explain everything. One of your ancestors was indeed tried and executed for a mass murder. The victims were torn apart in a brutal way. Evidence piled against him, especially when authorities had arrived just in time to see him calm down. He was caught with the blood of his victims on his hands. Here you better read the article."

Jarg handed me the paper. It was old and in a very old style of writing. It read:

Vargoh von Rashlin, of the famous von Rashlin family in Lux, was found late last night in the home of the esteemed Garland family, covered in their blood. In a sick and saddistical ritual, that no one can explain. The bodies were found mutilated, dismembered and torn in half. Vargoh will face the extreme punishment of execution on the morrow. But it does not explain what key witness' are saying they saw. Some are saying they saw a half man, half wolf before seeing Vargoh. Witness saw Vargoh 'dressed' as a wolf when it happened. Others are saying they saw a wolfman with long claws, glowing red eyes and a tail. The police cannot identify whether he was in a wolf skin or there was a monster at the scene or Vargoh was just in the wrong place. But the blood on his hands says differently and the local magistrate will most likely execute Vargoh on the morrow.

I looked at Jarg and he nodded.

"My ancestor was a werewolf?" I questioned Jarg. He simply nodded and handed me another piece of paper. This one read:

Vargoh von Rashlin, age: 25, Hair: Bluish/Grey, Height: 190cm. Noticeable marks: Rope burn to the neck.

Report Persecuted seems to be in healthy condition. No signs of abnormalities. Only thing that is strange is the size of canine teeth. Longer than usual. I am about to make an incision on the body to determine what he is.

The report trails off from their as the last part of the page is covered in blood splatter and a final scrawl of: "Not human".

"Does this mean he healed from the hanging?" I asked Jarg and he nodded. My ancestor had survived his execution and fled for his life and made a new one. He had somehow managed to contain the inner rage. Which he passed on to his future children, but it does not explain much.

"Lorn," Jarg had broken the awkward silence between us "Your grandmother was attacked by the fanatics of our religious cults that are in the werewolf society. The scripture they follow says that you are the impending doom to all werewolf kind and all species on this earth. But I know you are not that. I just have to show you that you aren't what they say. I am going to have to announce to the world that you are what you are. The specialists have traced and tracked your DNA to that of our ancient bloodline. Not god incarnation, but an ancient one that has more power than mine."

We travelled back to the palace, where I went straight to our room for a shower and to mourn the loss of my grandmother.

I got to the bathroom and undressed. Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. What am I becoming? What am I? I looked harder and saw that my fangs had grown larger; my eyes had more red in them than before.

I walked to the shower and turned it on. I did not hear Jarg come in, but felt his hands wrap around my waist. He was naked too. I wanted to feel happy but with the recent events, I could not. Jarg kissed the back of my neck and we both walked into the shower together.

The hot water cascading over our two bodies as Jarg washed me, inch by inch. When he reached my hole, he slipped one finger in and I moaned. He always knew how to make me feel like I want it, even when I did not. He just held me as he fingered me, kissing my neck.

He took his finger out, I could tell he had a hard on, as it was pressed against my butt. He slipped it in and I moaned. He slowly built up pace and fucked me as he felt me up and down. He did not knot with me as he pulled out, turned the shower off and dried both of us off.

We both went to the bedroom and laid there naked and cuddling for a while.

"Sir, they got here before us. Yes, I know. The information we needed is gone too. Sir, there is nothing I can do to retrieve it. It is in 'their' hands now." The man in a black suit and tie, black glasses, spoke into the phone. "Sir, if I may, the sects are behaving erratically. This murder was just one of many in this line. The victims' family is also in danger, should we not be protecting them? Sir, yes sir."

The man surveys the house one more time, gets in his black car and drives off.