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What's this? An upload so soon after the previous one? Yeah... the last session of Werewolf that my friends and I played gave me a lot to work with. Enough for 3 chapters in fact, so keep an eye out for tomorrow's drop. It's a spicy one

In this chapter, the pack returns home, the pup saved from The Pure but they now they have to deal with the fallout of their actions.

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The truck screeched to a halt in front of the den. Morrison turned the engine off and quickly got out and went around to David's side.

“Hurry," ordered Morrison, opening David's door. “Get the pup to the garage before he Changes."

David and Lucas were both fighting the crazed wolf-blood in the back of the truck, trying their hardest to keep him subdued. David snapped, “We're a little busy at the moment."

Morrison's fist then flew into the cab and collided against wolf-blood's face with a loud crack. He fell limp in David and Lucas' arms with a groan.

“Hurry the fuck up," barked Morrison. He then pointed to Colin and Jesse, still in their Urhan forms. “You two get Tsu'mara inside and get the silver bullets out of her."

They did what they were told, shifted back to Hishu and guided Tsu'mara inside. David and Lucas quickly dragged the stunned wolf-blood out of the truck and followed Morrison into the garage. Inside, Morrison had the pair bind the wolf-blood in chains.

He then dragged the chained man to the corrugated metal hatch in the floor that David found when they first moved in. Morrison opened and threw the bound wolf-blood into the hole and then padlocked it shut.

“Oh, so that's what that's for," noted Lucas.

“You're just gonna leave him in there?" asked David.

“Yep," said Morrison.

“Why?" asked David.

Morrison pointed at the hatch and said, “If he's gonna be a Rahu, you want him in there. If you thought your First Change was bad, it's nothing compared to a Rahu's Kuruth."

A roar of pain rang out from the Den followed by shouts of “Hold her down!" and “I'm trying!"

“Come on. They need help holding her down," said Morrison.

He sighed and rubbed his face in exhaustion, “Oh, Luna. What I'd give for a dedicated pack doctor. Or at the very least a nurse."

He took the pair inside the house where Jesse was struggling to keep Tsu'mara down and Colin was ducking and weaving to avoid random swings from the injured Rahu. They joined Jesse in restraining Tsu'mara, finally letting Colin inspect her wounds.

“The one in her shoulder looks like it went right through," said Colin checking both sides of her shoulder. “Thank Luna, that means it wasn't hollow point. We'd need an actual doctor for that."

“Let me get Joseph on the phone," growled David as he put all his weight on Tsu'mara's good arm. But even then, he struggled to keep it pinned.

“Not the time for jokes, David," said Colin.

“The back shot looks like it's stuck in her shoulder blade," He said as he checked her back and chest, seeing a faint trail of steam coming from the wound. He then grabbed a pair of tweezers out of the first aid kit, “Keep her still."

All the others then put all their weight on Tsu'mara, and Morrison took off his belt and stuffed it in her mouth.

Tsu'mara screamed through the impromptu gag, biting down on the leather as Colin started poking at the open gunshot wound in her back. She thrashed as best she could under the weight of the four werewolves on top of her.

“Got it!" said Colin before yanking the bullet out and quickly scrambling away as Tsu'mara thrashed all the more in agony.

Colin exhaled in relief and threw the retrieved bullet away, saying, “Easier than Moira was."

“Who?" asked David.

“My sister," answered Colin. “She had to be chained down to get bullets out of her."

He then got bandages out of the first aid kit and started bandaging Tsu'mara's wounds with Jesse's help.

“So what now?" asked Lucas before yawning. “Sleep in shifts?"

Morrison shook his head, “No, they're not stupid enough to pull a counter attack so soon. We almost killed one of their pack mates today, and they still have to deal with whatever Dane's done to their church. So they'll be reeling from that for the next couple days. We should have back up by then."

He waved them all off, “So get some sleep. Just cause they won't attack us until then, that doesn't mean the next couple days are gonna be easy."

***

Neither David nor Lucas got any sleep that night. They kept getting woken by the sounds of howling, and the glints of eyes at the windows. But when they checked outside they couldn't find any trace of them. No tracks, no scents, nothing.

It kept them up all night, and they didn't know why the others couldn't see them. Until, sometime in the early morning and after being woken up several times by the paranoid Ithaeurs, Colin snapped at them. He shifted back to Hishu so he could yell at them as clearly as possible.

“For the love of Luna!" Colin yelled at the two Ithaeur, their ears pinned back in guilt as the baggy eyed wolf-blood screamed them off. “It's just the pup's Tell!"

He jabbed a finger at the two black wolves, and David whimpered at the accusatory finger. “I told the both of you that my grandfather had that Tell! You should've known what's been going on!"

“Now get back to bed!" he snapped before storming off to the bedroom.

Lucas and David followed behind him, and found him already back in his red wolf form. He growled and snapped at David when he tried to get up close to him on the bed, making the black wolf whine as he laid in the corner by himself.

Colin growled at them for the rest of the night each time they were woken up but the presence of the ghostly wolves.

Almost all of them were haggard in the morning. Tsu'mara kept from a good night's sleep from her silver inflicted wounds, even Morison was visibly tired. As to why that was, none of the pack knew. Only Jesse seemed to have gotten a good night's sleep.

Colin, Lucas, and Tsu'mara called in sick from work. Lucas and Colin so they could keep an eye on the Changing wolf-blood chained in the garage's tunnel who still hadn't changed, and Tsu'mara did to help aid in her recovery which would take a month to fully recover from.

David tried to call in sick like the others but Morrison forced him to clock in alongside him.

“Your territory still needs to be patrolled. And since you're a deputy now, that's your job," Morrison told him as he shoved David into the patrol SUV. “And it'll also look bad if you try to call in sick on your second day."

David regretted wishing for something to happen the day before, as the entire county was in chaos because of the pack's siege of the rehab center. Half of the patients had escaped into the night, and the Pure's church was set on fire by Matt Dane and his pack's Irraka. The fire was blamed on an escaped patient.

One of them found their way into Pioche and Morrison and David were responding to a call giving the patient's location.

David rubbed his face to stay awake and asked, “What's the chance they remember us?"

Morrison shrugged, pulling into the Pioche Town Park. “It's a bit of a coin toss. Usually, Lunacy makes people forget what they saw. Their mind replaces what they saw with something more mundane in order to keep their minds from breaking. But mental patients have a bad habit of remembering everything exactly as it happened. You of all people should know that."

David scowled at the reminder, “But I wasn't insane. I was actually seeing that shit."

Morrison gave a bitter laugh, “And there's the kicker. People who know the truth are labelled insane and get thrown in with the actually insane."

He turned off the SUV and got out. He looked out over the park and saw a group of civilians gathered in a tight area.

“Oh good. A citizen's arrest," he said, seeing some of the civilians waving them over. “That'll save us some paperwork."

The pair quickly made their way to the crowd of civilians who, indeed, had the escaped patient pinned to the ground. They also found that the patient had a bloody nose, swollen eye, and a split lip.

“What happened here?" asked Morrison.

“He tripped," said one of the men pinning the patient.

“He tripped?" David asked, looking at the man's bloodied knuckles.

“Yes," said the man. The crowd murmured and nodded in agreement.

“Makes sense," said Morrison. He looked at David, gestured with his head towards the patient and said, “Go ahead and cuff him. We'll drop him off at the detention center to be held until the Rehab Center comes to collect him.".

David pulled handcuffs out of his duty belt and approached the group. Once the patient got a look at David through his one good eye, it widened and he started thrashing underneath the civilians pinning him down. He definitely remembered them.

David quickly dove in and got him handcuffed, with Morrison coming into help when the patient got an arm free before it was fully cuffed and started trying to grab and claw people. Once he was fully cuffed, the civilians wiped their hands of him. Ignoring his screams.

“THEY'RE MONSTERS!" screamed the manic patient, thrashing around in David's grip. “YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!"

They didn't. The civilians that didn't disperse after David cuffed the patient all jeered at the insane but actually factually correct patient. With remarks of “Lunatic!" and “Fuck him off!"

The patient continued his thrashing until he slammed his head back, colliding with David's nose with a wet crunch. David immediately let the patient go and clapped his hands over his broken nose. He gave a muffled howl of pain as blood streamed through his fingers.

The patient ran, but he only took a few steps before he was spear tackled to the ground by Morrison.

David felt his nose start to heal, cracking back into place. He started to take his hands away when Morrison snapped, “Don't! Keep it pinched shut to stop the bleeding."

He hauled the patient off the ground and dragged the kicking and screaming patient towards the SUV. When he passed David he whispered low enough that only the two of them could hear with their supernatural hearing, “Don't let them see you heal. Make them think it was just a bad bloody nose."

David did what he was told, pinching his nose even though it was already healed. He followed close behind Morrison and helped him throw the patient into the back of the SUV. David plugged his ears with his fingers for the entirety of the short drive to the nearby detention centre due to the patient's incessant screaming.

They both dragged the patient, bent over, into the detention centre. One of the security guards who let them in laughed when he saw David's bloodied nose and uniform, “The Rookie got his first violent perp already?"

David scowled at the security guard as he walked past, making the guard flinch and mutter to his colleague, “Damn, the family resemblance is uncanny."

As they were booking the escaped patient in, the booking officer looked them over and asked, “What happened to him?"

“He tripped," David and Morrison said in unison.

The officer looked at David's bloodied nose and uniform before writing a note and saying, “Okay."

As they were leaving Morrison checked his phone, “No calls or messages from the other pups. So safe to assume the new pup hasn't Changed yet."

“It's daytime," said David.

“Day and night doesn't matter. The moon just has to be out."

David looked up into the clear afternoon sky and said, “Moon's not out."

Morrison looked up as well and grunted, “So it is."

A shadow of a smile pulled at the corner of the elders lips and he said, “That means the full moon's over and the Gibbous moon started. So the pup won't be a Rahu."

They climbed into the SUV and after David buckled in he asked, “So we can finally take him out of the pit?"

Morrison started the SUV and nodded, “And I think it's time to take him out into the desert for some privacy with the pack."

***

They took him out into the middle of the desert under the cover of night, far from Pioche where the wolf-blood's change could cause any harm to the human populace. Colin stayed behind in the Den as Morrison said the pup's first Death Rage would be too dangerous for the wolf-blood to be there for it. The Gibbous Moon had yet to rise.

“How much longer?" asked Tsu'mara over the changing wolf-blood's crazed screaming on the ground.

Morrison was the only one not holding the wolf-blood down, he was standing to the side and keeping an eye on the horizon. He said, “Any moment now."

The moon rose a few minutes after, and the wolf-blood suddenly stopped his thrashing. Morrison, seeing it, joined them in restraining him and said, “Keep him pinned. It's starting."

Morrison's voice was strangely gentle when he told Jesse, who had the wolf-blood's head pinned and unable to move, “Ease up on his head. Let him see Mother Luna's face."

With his head free, the changing wolf-blood craned his around to make eye contact with the moon. For a long, silent moment, he just stared at it with dilated eyes. Then a deep, guttural growl rumbled in his chest before his thrashing started anew.

The pack all redoubled their efforts to keep the Nuzusul pinned, all changing forms to either Dalu or Urshal as their new pack mate's skin writhed and his bones snapped as he started shifting forms.

It was a disturbing experience for David, who was in Urshal with his ears pinned back because of Nuzusul's agonised screams. It seemed a lifetime ago when he had his own change, but it had been only a couple of months and remembered so little of it. Just the pain. The mind rending pain as his soul was torn apart and forcibly changed into a hybrid of human and spirit.

A part he didn't remember and wasn't caught by the asylum's cameras was him shifting through all five forms. The Nuzusul's body contorted underneath everyone, where he screamed and sobbed in agonizing pain. Bones snapped and crunched as his body compressed down. His hips snapped to facilitate a quadrupedal stance. His screams of agony cut off with a choking gurgle as his face started crunching outwards, extending into a thin, canine snout. Golden fur spread over his body in a burning wave, with the fur on the back a mixture of black and brown.

David tilted his head as Nuzusul settled into his Urhan form. A coyote? No, he's seen enough of those now that he could tell them apart from Colin. So this new pack mate wasn't one.

“A golden jackal," Said Morrison. “Keep him pinned. It's only going to get worse from here."

The new pack mate suddenly started writhing under them again, his body snapped, twisted and bloated as he started shifting into Urshal. His snarling howls of agony rang out across the desert.

At one point, he managed to get a back leg free. He kicked Tsu'mara in her bad arm, making her scream out in pain and let go of him.

“Keep him pinned!" ordered Morrison.

Tsu'mara dived back onto him, grabbing the flailing leg and cranked it. The normally painful move went unnoticed as more transformation wracked his body. His hip snapped into a bipedal orientation with a wet crunch. His golden fur thinned, and his snout crunched back into his face and became a proto-muzzle.

“Brace yourselves. This is the worst part," warned Morrison as the pup's Dalu form settled.

The changing pup's roaring screams reached a fever pitch. He bucked and contorted under them as his muscle mass returned, but with more than he had before. His claws extended, and he wrenched his arm from out of David's grip and slashed him across his snout.

David grabbed the flailing arm with his handpaws and his jaw, snapping it.

The pup had settled into his Gauru form. His war form. The same form that David was in when he slaughtered the asylum. He snarled around the snapped arm in his mouth and increased the pressure he had on it.

“Watch it," growled Morrison. “You're meant to keep him pinned, not tear him apart."

David dropped the arm from his mouth, but kept it pinned with his handpaws, and snapped in the First Tongue, “Then why not just knock him out? They did for me!"

Lucas shouted at David as he pinned the pup's other arm behind their back, “That's because you were out of control!"

“And he isn't?!" snapped David, putting all his massive lupine bulk onto the pup's arm as it healed with a wet snap and started bucking against him. David snarled as the pup's claws dug into one of his rear legs.

“Considering he hasn't killed anyone like you did, no!" Lucas snapped back.

They fought the pup throughout the night and into the early morning until, as the sun started peaking over the horizon, the pup's Death Rage finally burnt itself out and they passed out.

They dragged the newly minted Uratha, who had shifted back to his human form, back to the Den. They found Colin awake at the dining table, eating a bowl of cereal. There was a faint smell of burnt food in the air.

They were completely exhausted, with Tsu'mara feeling the worst out of them. She clutched her injured shoulder with a grimace. It had been kicked and jarred several times by the pup, who she unceremoniously dropped on the library's couch.

They all went to bed in Hishu as they were too exhausted to shift to Urhan.

***

Pain.

That's all Kaiden felt.

He groaned as he woke up. He struggled to think straight. His thoughts felt scattered, and jumbled. Like a shattered vase that was crudely reassembled. He sat up and took in his surroundings with confusion. This wasn't his dorm from the rehab centre.

He was in a small, private library and office. Every wall part of the room that didn't have a door or window had shelves that were jammed with leather bound books, spiral notebooks, and even scrolls. He was on a small loveseat made of worn leather.

There was a simple looking desk near the wall on the far side of the room from where he was. Its surface was scattered with paintbrushes, paint-stained mugs, and several high quality sketch pads.

He got up from the couch to take a closer look. He picked up one of the sketch pads when a cheery voice came from the doorway.

“Oh good, you're finally awake."

Kaiden snapped his head towards the voice. Alert for a possible threat.

But what he saw looked far from threatening. It was a short redheaded man with an overbearingly cheerful smile.

The redhead offered his hand to shake and said, “I'm Colin."

Kaiden was taken off guard by the man. He gave a nervous wave instead of taking the offered hand and said, “Kaiden."

Colin then pointed with the hand offered to be shaken to the sketch pad in Kaiden's hands. “I'd put that back if I were you. David doesn't like his stuff being touched. It's bad enough he doesn't get along with Lucas."

Having heard his name, Lucas ducked his head into the library. He saw Kaiden awake and came into the library and took his hand to shake, “I'm Lucas. You're probably really confused right now. But don't worry, that's normal."

His eyes widened when he saw the sketch pad in Kaiden's other hand. “Put that back before David sees."

Being told a second time, Kaiden dropped the sketchpad back on the desk where Colin moved it to where it was presumably originally placed.

Colin grabbed his hand and said with a smile, “Come on. Let's go meet the rest."

Kaiden was pulled out of the library by Colin and into a dining room. Where, sitting at a large and ornately carved solid wood dining table, was a tall, muscular african american woman with her shirt pulled up over her shoulder. There was an effeminate man, dressed in a skirt and a woman's blouse, dabbing antiseptic soaked on what looked to be gunshot wounds on the woman's shoulder and back before applying bandages on it.

Leaning against the wall next to a sliding door with a large dog door was an old man with silver hair, and a large, ropey scar going up his neck.

The old man gave Kaiden a nod and said, "Good to see you awake, Pup."

Kaiden raised an eyebrow confused about his surroundings and the pup comment. He opened his mouth to ask a question but paused when saw, from the nearby kitchen, a tall gaunt man with olive skin and the most demented eyes he had ever seen walking quickly towards him.

Kaiden took a surprised step back and Colin stepped in front of Kaiden.

Colin held up his hands and said with a slightly panicked voice, “David, don't. He didn't-"

David stopped in front of the pair and, without a word, shoved in Kaiden's hand a glass of iced tea. Some of it splashed out onto Kaiden's hand.

Both Colin and Lucas looked at David in pure shock. Even the old man against the wall raised an eyebrow slightly.

No one said anything for several moments until Kaiden said warily, “Thanks…"

He then looked to the others and asked, “Anyone care to explain what's going on?"

Lucas answered him, “Well. Long story short. You became a werewolf. It was a bit of a hassle saving you from the Rehab Center but we managed to do it while keeping the body count at zero."

He then looked over to the old man and asked, “We did do it without anyone dying, right?"

The old man gave a confirming nod, “No bodies, but a lot of property damage. The water damage alone."

He then pointed at David and said to Kaiden, “Unlike Crazy Eyes over there. Should've seen how many people he killed when he Changed."

“Okay," said Kaiden with a nod. He didn't believe them at all. “You people are fucking insane. Werewolves? Really? You hear your-"

Wet cracks and crunches, alongside some groans interrupted and he looked at the source, David. Standing in David's place, instead of a regular, if crazed looking human, was a wolfman straight out of the old classic werewolf movies.

Kaiden jumped back with a shout, and dropped the glass of iced tea. Shattering as it landed on the floor.

Kaiden looked David up and down. It had to be a costume. Some sort of quick change trick like the magicians on the Strip. But the more he looked at David, the more it looked too real to be a costume. The blackened, human and canine hybrid nose would flare too realistically to be from a costume. The soft whines as David looked down sadly at the spilled iced tea on the floor sounded far too canine to be able to come from a human. Each detail he noticed forced him to admit to himself. It wasn't a costume. The crazy eyed man definitely, somehow, turned into a wolfman from a movie.

He looked away from David, shocked and completely dumbfounded.

“He's taking it remarkably well," said the effeminate man at the dining table.

Lucas then, right in front of Kaiden, changed. Kaiden found it hard to believe, even though it was happening right of his very eyes. Lucas dropped to all fours as his form cracked and crunched as he grew. Sleek, black fur flowed over him and, in just a matter of moments, what looked to be a hellhound stood in front of him.

The beast flashed a predatory grin, showing off his razor sharp, dagger-like teeth, and growled in a savage, unnatural growl, “We'll show you how to do all this soon enough."

It wasn't English, yet he somehow understood what the beast in front of him said perfectly.

He said nothing at first. He just turned around and walked back into the library. He fell back onto the couch with his head in his hands and mumbled to himself, “I finally lost it."

David finally spoke, “Join the club."