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*Part Three: Secrets Within *

That night’s strange behaviour was echoed in the morning as Matthias was marching alongside Dorjan out of the woods with their rifles and grim expressions. Matthias had come out of his house just before dawn, something about the stranger stealing washing at Trista’s house had put him on edge and as he’d come up the road to the forest, looking for the corpse of the stranger he expected to find, he’d found Dorjan hunting around instead and bearing a massive bruise to the side of his head. Dorjan muttered that he’d heard the Beast and gone to kill it, only to have been startled by a strange half-naked person and he was not sure if he’d been punched or tripped, but he’d been out and lucky. Matthias had checked in case there was any sign of a bite or werewolf damage, but thankfully Dorjan was unmarked and the pair of them were walking back towards his home, when they heard screaming and the hideous barks of Bully… so they rushed towards the household to find out what had happened to Trista.

Trista had not slept, she’d been thinking about what had happened as Bully had guarded her bed until just before dawn. He’d reacted to a strange scent at the broken window and rushed out of it, ready to fight, only to be hit by something and given a shriek. Trista had swung herself out of the bed, ready to try and help the dog when that stranger had slipped in through the window again and hooked up his knife from the floor. He’d then lunged at Trista, throwing her against the wall and though she’d kicked and slapped and screamed out, he’d brought the knife to her belly. He’d choked her unconscious and then had started to carve strange occult symbols upon her belly before he’d spread her legs and then brought the knife to the area he had seen violated… he had to ensure that there was no spawn of that creature!

However, Bully had managed to bound back into the wound, barking and shrieking, forcing the man to drop the knife to let it sit precariously upon Trista’s neatly haired femininity as the being had punched at the dog and rushed to open the back door. He’d managed to get it open, kicking Bully several times in the face before he’d galloped out of the house with Bully chasing his scrabbling form as Matthias and Dorjan spotted the man hurrying away to the woods with the dog. As Dorjan called for the dog, Matthias gave a sudden bark of fear at the sight of a broken window and then hurried to the household and Matthias yelled out in horror as Dorjan also climbed into the window to see his wife in a state.

“Her stomach’s still bleeding, she should still be alive!” Matthias grunted, grabbing a clean sheet from the bed and pressing it over her stomach, pressing it down firmly to keep her from bleeding out. Dorjan though was swift hop back out of the door, grasping a gun and hoping to shoot that stranger dead. He disappeared with Bully hurrying after him, hollering and whimpering for him to come back as Matthias hooked Trista up into his arms, He covered her up, trying to keep her warm, but he knew he had to get her to town, he had to get her away from this place until the culprit was found. Though he would not say it aloud, he was cursing Dorjan for choosing to be so apart from the rest of them and worse, he hated himself for not realising his own heart long ago!

As Matthias carried Trista into town, calling out for help until one of the local guard hurried up on his horse and swiftly took the woman onto him, Matthias collapsed onto the ground. He had to take in several deep breaths, grimacing and groaning that this was his fault because he’d chosen beauty over a genuinely loving heart. It was a secret he wished to take to his grave, but with all this hideous bad luck hanging around Trista lately, he could only curse Dorjan for being different from the rest of them! Matthias finally pulled himself up and continued to run on towards the local medic to find out what had been done to that poor woman.

Trista woke up in the afternoon, groaning and feeling hideously sick as she lay in an unfamiliar bed but in a familiar household. She was settled on a bed that was within Ronja’s household and with a soft groan, she sat herself up only to give a grimace of pain. She recalled the shock, the pain and the cruelty of that insane stranger insisting she was filled with the seed of the devil. She felt sick thinking about his face and his image, she wanted Dorjan and softly she started to sob before she heard the familiar sound of Matthias stepping into the household and looking grim. But when he saw her, he hurried over to give her a soft hug as Trista smiled lovingly and he gave a sigh.

“Are you alright? I’m sorry for what happened… the moment I saw that strange person by your washing… I should have trusted my instincts and brought you back here with Ronja. Its no safe for you to be out that far from town during these times. After the first incident, we should have all realised that!” Matthias looked stressed and upset, clasping at his locks in frustration as Trista just looked towards his pained face in confusion. She certainly had not expected the intrusion, not the second time either and she wished that Dorjan had probably killed that human instead of touch her! She did not know what her fate would be now, but she looked to Matthias with wide eyes and yet he stroked her forehead calmly. “Dorjan’s alright, the person attacked him out in the woods before he got to the cottage and he was unconscious and exceptionally lucky. I had a bad feeling so I came out to find him and you… I’m sorry I wasn’t faster…”

“You’re not to blame Matthias… I’m very glad you thought to be so caring and that you found my beloved Dorjan alright. I always worry about him on these nights… but where is he now? I need to see him…” Trista stated in confusion, but she could see from the scowl on Matthias’ face that he was irritated with Dorjan at that moment. She could not blame him, to this person it must seem as though Dorjan’s obsession to hunt the beast had left her alone to be attacked, but if he knew the truth… if Dorjan knew the truth there was only darkness. Trista gave a sharp gasp of fear at the sudden thought, knowing that her husband would deem to murder the beast by murdering himself if it were to stop the ravaging of this place. But Matthias stepped away as Ronja came waddling in, desperate to see her friend. “Oh Ronja… I’m so glad to see you’re still fine…”

“I’m the one whose most glad… you seem to be under some string of bad luck, but not to worry. You’re to stay here with us until Dorjan has fixed the house and that useless mutt of yours grows some sense. Stupid animal, why on earth did Dorjan ever decided to keep the ridiculous creature?” Ronja scoffed as she shuffled in, food in a tray in her arms as she approached Trista with a pleasant expression and then settled beside her. Trista did not like the thought of being separated from Dorjan for any reason, but the Beast only went on the hunt one night a month, there would be safety and yet, she was still uncomfortable with it all.

“I can’t help but think I’m a burden upon you both just at the worst time, your baby is due so soon, I would only be in the way with this wound.” Trista stated, taking the food and eating with them, but Matthias was curiously insistent. Even though Trista could see that Ronja was not completely happy with it all, she could tell that her friends were worried for her and that was their reasoning. When she finished her food, she was given a sleeping mixture and encourage to settle herself down, which she did so with a soft sigh. But she still looked to them anxiously as they questioned what was bothering her so greatly and she grimaced. “I always like to see Dorjan the day after, to calm my heart that nothing happened… would he be welcome to see me?”

Somehow it felt like she had to ask that kind of permission, Ronja was giving a face as if she absolutely would not allow that stranger into the household when she was close to her date. Everything that had happened last time was clearly still bobbing around in her head and yet when Ronja looked to Matthias he bobbed his head. He turned about to stroke Trista’s forehead, insisting that Dorjan would come to them for dinner in order to make sure she was doing well and this made Trista wheeze in relief. She settled back to try and rest, but during her sleep she could overhear Ronja mumbling why Matthias had bought Trista back with such symbols on her stomach and even dared to mumble that Trista must be cursed. Then she heard something she had not expected, Matthias saying that Trista was not the one with the dark aura, it was Dorjan, but that lately he had been far more light….

That evening her husband appeared at the household with a nervous aura about him, Dorjan was not a foolish person and he knew that Ronja in particular was not pleased to think of him within her household. It was nothing new to him; he had rarely found any place in the world where he was comfortable or indeed accepted. Even now he was wondering why he’d ever decided to stick around in this place and actually make a life for himself. He had always been moving on since his family’s death as a teenager, always hunting because it was what he could do and always tougher than everyone else because emotions only meant you could get hurt more easily. Dorjan was not sure why he had stuck around until Matthias let him into the house and he saw Trista lounging in a make-shift bed.

“Dorjan! I’m so happy you’re alright… you haven’t done something stupid have you?” Trista beamed, only to give him a sharp look to make him give a soft snort and the slight twitch of a smile. Yes, no one could make him smile or just treat him like this – she had accepted him the moment she’d seen him and the moment he’d seen her, Dorjan had felt his heart crack open to let her in. He’d never had such a sensation like this before in his life and yet when he’d seen Trista there had been a strong part within him that had screamed out that he had to have her and no one else would do. But how had he treated her so far? He’d never found it easy to not be cold and yet when he’d held her in his arms there had been only pleasure and sheer joy.

“I did nothing… I did not even kick Bully as he’s the one who brought me to you… to be fair, the dog seemed to have been chasing the Beast off last night, I saw its tracks near the house and Bully’s trampling over them. Clearly he’d learnt his lesson and had kept you safe.” Dorjan had given a grunt that was almost nonchalant as he had made his way over to her side. Ronja had been scowling at his attitude but Matthias had been looking towards them with an expression as if he just could not understand it. Why were these two a couple? How had they come to be? But when Dorjan sat down and swung his arms around Trista’s body, she heaved a sigh of relief as she nuzzled up against his shoulder and he kissed her ear. “Are you really alright?”

“Don’t worry about me… you know I’ve got a tough side, despite everything that happened last night, I'm so glad to see you." Trista chuckled and as Dorjan held her he began to give sharp gasps and it was suddenly clear that he was crying! Trista kissed his ear gently, holding him tighter as she felt his great shoulders heave and his strength fail. Right now he probably assumed they were both cursed by ill fortune, but as long as he would still hold her Trista knew she was safe from abandonment.

Matthias watched in silence, chewing his lip before offering them dinner. Ronja was more settled for the display, but when Dorjan turned his head to her, an animal fear made her jolt. For a moment she had thought the eyes of a predator had fixed upon her pregnant mound but then they were lost. Dorjan ate with all three in silence before helping Trista with her food though she insisted he was spoiling her. For Matthias and Ronja looking on, they leapt to the conclusion that this tiny amount of attention was probably never given and they felt sick. But after it Dorjan left and passed the stark warning that the Beast had not made a kill and would return. Trista trembled, just what would happen tonight?

Dorjan marched home with acid in his throat and a hard jaw. Seeing Ronja with her big belly and the arrangements for a baby made him furious. Last month she'd practically barred encounters with Trista because of the miscarriage and Matthias had been the one to make her see sense. But it was clear to him that Ronja wanted Trista around to be a free helper and servant because Trista was so desperate for a child and she was not alone in that wish.

Yes, it had only been just over a month ago when he had watched Trista helping the local kids with such a joyful face that it had awoken his desires for stability. It was unusual, Trista had already awoken him to the fact he did not want to be alone, but then the idea of children? He'd then suffered dreams since that time... erotic displays leading to such passion it was almost violent and he'd taken her whenever that need had been unbearable. But now he hated Ronja and Matthias for the simple fact they would have everything soon!

The night was darker than Trista had ever remembered; looming shadows from neighbouring houses lurked into every gap for moonlight and there was silence! Somehow, it was far more hideous a sensation to her than when she was out in the cottage near the woods, hearing the animals and seeing the baleful moon. However, here she could not really see stars or the moon, let alone the sounds of the animals so much as the occasional barking of the neighbourhood dogs. There was a general disquiet that put her on edge and she was upset to think she’d been gone so long that this world had become strange and uncomfortable to her now. But then there was suddenly too much silence, a total silence and Trista was scared.

She heard something near the front door, something padding, tapping and snuffling at it although it was securely locked and there should be no way for anything to get in. Trista froze, despite the fact she knew there were a few feral dogs around here, she knew when it was the Beast approaching and she wondered if Dorjan’s knowledge of her being here and lured it to this place. She trembled as she looked towards the door and then the creature seemed to step away as if it had given up bothering to try and reach her. Trista wished she could be so calm on the matter, but she settled back against her bed and then she heard the steady jogging sound of something coming back towards the window nearest her and then she saw him like a big black wolf with a long body, the proportions of Dorjan compacted into something canine and very tall!

Let me in… I must be with you… if not with you then someone will die! The creature hissed into her mind, one of its big paws with long digits and strange claws pressed against the glass of the window. It seemed to be checking the strength of the fixings and the windows. Trista was curiously aware that the monster knew if he broke the window then he would have to kill something, that if he wanted to be with Trista he would have to be quiet and subtle. It had startled her to think that the beast had indeed kept his word from the night before… he had not killed that human though he could have, but clearly the interruption had irked the beast to come forth again… or perhaps it really did need to shed blood?

“You should not be here a second night… do you have to kill something each night?” Trista was confused, why did she even think she should talk to this creature? But she was quick to curl up under the blankets as it beckoned her to let it inside. She hoped if she just ignored it and stayed staring in another direction, it might give up and go eat some of the feral dogs! However, it whimpered and whined, patting its paw to the window until there as the sound of Matthias stirring within their bedroom. He gave a yawn as he strode out and the Beast slid away as the figure stepped into the room and double-checked Trista, insisting he’d get her some water and he went to the kitchen to do so. Trista watched him with bated breath, her heart was trembling with terror as she watched the shadow of the beast slip to the next window to watch Matthias.

Her heart was hammering within her ears, she felt nauseous and dizzy, her chest heaving and the air seemingly not filling her lungs at all. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open but her throat tight as she wished to scream for Matthias to watch out and just imagine the Beast smashing through the window and killing him. She was expecting this kind of insanity, this kind of hideousness and she wanted to start weeping, until Matthias turned the water pump off and stepped back inside to her and brought the glass over. He noticed she was looking pale and he quickly brought it to her and brought the water to her lips. Trista heaved in relief and took the water in, but within the kitchen something was stirring.

Matthias had opened a small window to let some air in and something furry, black, and bearing claws but still slightly hand shaped was slipping down the window to unlock the larger window. Matthias had no notice, did not even hear the window open or close, nor the great canine shadow slip in and stand with perfect calm within the middle of the kitchen staring out at him. Matthias just eased Trista into being calm before he settled the glass down and the insisted if she needed something, he was always willing to get up. Then Matthias yawned and stepped back into the bedroom with his wife, who gave a grunt at him abandoning her and letting the cold get in. When the door closed, Trista turned to look at it and heard the clicking of dog paws and to her horror she watched the Beast trot to the door and lay an ear to it.

Once more she was unable to breathe, unable to scream as she watched the creature stare towards the bedroom and n her mind she could hear the Beast threatening the life of Ronja’s child. Suddenly Trista was able to gain her voice and beckon the Beast to her side, her arms open and the creature trotted over with a maddened expression upon its face. The creature reached her side and she grimaced as it lapped all over her face and then opened its stinking jaw over her face again. Its tongue barged into your mouth, rolling against the sensitive roof and then wrestling with her tongue as she gagged and tried not to vomit. The creature was just happy to see her and then it pulled a paw to yank the blanket down and Trista grimaced, did she have any choice?

But this time, Trista thought to be more careful on the matter and swiftly she jerked her clothing upward and the Beast lay within her lap like a dog as his tongue then began to graze and roll lovingly over her nipples. She smothered her mouth, holding back the moans she felt at the heat and the sensation of her nipple being drawn out as the creature slurped and lapped tenderly at her. Then she stretched out her hand, stroking the back of his head tenderly to try and ease him into focusing upon her breasts as he whined and continued to lick and then nuzzle at her breasts. He then pulled his head up, standing up on his hind legs wit his big forepaws in front of her, his back seemed to bend and his chest seemed to broaden and sink to a more human shape. Clearly the more she reacted to hm, the more Dorjan came through.

However, it was clear with the thick sheath wiggling in front of her face that the Beast’s dark humour was flaring and it wanted to test her resolve to be more proactive. Trista gulped heavily, Dorjan was a gentleman, he fussed her and made her feel good all the time but he never once made her do anything to him. He never expected things of her that she could not do or might not want to do and yet the Beast seemed to have this kind of ruthless lust as part of his nature. She tried to figure out what it was about this being that was stealing Dorjan’s calm nature and swapping it for everything Dorjan seemed to feel appalled with. But with the bright pink tip pinching out towards her, Trista blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.

“I’ve… I’ve never touched it before… you know that…” Trista whispered in anxiety, but clearly the Beast wanted her to touch him and with anxiety, Trista stretched out her hand. It was trembling, clammy as she held her hand around the heavy sheath that poured with heat as she held her hand around it. The Beast’s tongue lolled, his breath panting and the pink head peeled out. Trista was informed she only had to rub it, hold it and he might be satisfied. Trista gulped, she had never held a cock before and to know it had already been inside her before was terrifying as it strained out within her grip and she felt the burning heat, the strange damp feeling around the flesh but a firm hardness against it. With another heavy gulp, she began to gently stroke her hand up and down the length, grasping her hand around it and just moving softly as she felt it thicken and strain against her hand. She trembled in fear as the Beast gave a groan of pleasure and she heard the request to actually jerk his form.

Anxiety ate into her, but she began to pump her hand steadily upon the length, noting a strong smell but more importantly that he got bigger, he whined and his body seemed to become more human. The more she jerked him the harder it got, the head straining out and even getting wet at the tip. She’d never seen it before, did not know what else to do but she was very excited in a way she never thought she could ever be as she continued to pump her hand against it and felt his hips suddenly jerking against her hand as he gave a groan of delight. He was panting heavily, enjoying himself completely at her touch and to her great surprise, he gave a moaning sound and with Dorjan’s voice he muttered her name and Trista’s eyes widened in excitement before he pulled away and sat in front of her. His cock was flopping about, still hard and his hips still jerking but with his tongue lolling and his hideous face straining back to look more human, Trista gulped.

She pulled the rest of her clothes down, welcoming his excitement if that was what was wanted, but as the Beast seemed even more excited and precum was spitting from his tip, suddenly he gave a snarl. Before Trista could do anything the great wolf had bolted to the window, opening it and then hurrying out in his more canine form with his jaws frothing and Trista remained frozen in anxiety. She looked her body, realising that the scar was there and then, as she pulled her clothes back on, she heard that hideously awful loud howl of the Beast and everyone in the village woke up. Trista was trembling in terror, her hand still warm and slippery from touching him and startled how she was able to have gotten him so excited like that and she shuddered. Could she do that to Dorjan and entice him? Maybe she could control the Beast after-all….

But the next morning, there was the news that the Beast had killed and it was the very human to have scarred Trista’s belly… something told her that it really was to do with Dorjan’s feelings or at least, those he was hiding….