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  Thorne's heart lurched as he remembered the pain in Melanie's eyes, in human and wolf form.

  "This is far from over," Thorne said, walking past his brother. If looks could kill, Storm would have died where he stood.

  "No, it is over, brother." Storm said through gritted teeth. "You better hope all is well with your mate, else I swear, I'll kick your pathetic ass!"

  "Asshole!"

  "Can we stop bickering amongst ourselves gentlemen?" Ronnie demanded. “We need to save Thorne's mate!"

  Storm paired up with Natalie, Jay, and Donovan, while Thorne, Hawk, and Ronnie teamed up. Donovan and Natalie provided Storm with cliff notes version of Thorne and Melanie's situation, while Thorne filled his crew in on his personal life.

  "Thorne, what is wrong with you?" Ronnie asked. "You go and find someone to be happy with, and you wind up breaking her heart." Ronnie chastised.

  "I was shocked, that's all. I love Melanie, loved her from the first time I laid eyes on her." Thorne defended himself. "I swear, I don't know what I'd do if she never spoke to me again."

  "Discovering her true origins shouldn't have mattered to you," Hawk said. "Love conquers all. The Great Spirit crossed our clans long ago, when our ancestors first saw the iron birds in the sky, well before our sacred clan began to dwindle.” Hawk explained.

  "I was thinking of our clan." Thorne said, hanging his head in shame.

  "The Great Spirit showed us the path centuries ago Thorne. Our clan doesn't go for discriminating. Our people have diminished greatly over the centuries. Have you ever thought that mixing with Melanie could produce an entirely different, and stronger race of wendigos? Things happen for a reason. Our line wouldn't completely die out. Will you ever learn, foolish young pup?" Hawk asked, before giving into complete silence, despite Thorne's rebuttal.

  "Hawk has spoken his peace. Thorne, save your breath," Ronnie said. "You'll never get him to talk now, he's really pissed at you man."

  "Yeah, a lot of that seems to be going around tonight," Thorne said in an agitated manner.

  * * * * * *

  Melanie continued to run wild, as fast as her legs would carry her. Freedom called to her, and the pull of the full moon required her to embrace her wolf form. The vampire within was buried beneath the strong genes of the intergalactic Edolonian wolf tribe. Warm breeze tickled her nose and skimmed her fur as she found a small hill in which to comfortably perch herself.

  Gazing at the stars and the full moon, Melanie threw her head back and howled to the universe, questioning, remembering the stories her mother told her of their long lost planet, Edolonia. A part of her wished the planet still existed, perhaps she would have found someone like her, and she wouldn't have to worry with whether or not they accepted her.

  Unknowingly, Melanie traveled too far from the safety of the clan neighborhood. Danger lurked within the trees, and it was far too late when she felt several sharp, stabbing pains in her sides. Rising to all fours, Melanie tried to dash away to safety, only to fall to the ground as the tranquilizers took their effect. Unable to move and breathing heavily, Melanie's eyes gravitated to Raphael and a man she didn't recognize. A small plea in the form of a whimper escaped her lips as blackness invaded her mind.

  "You see, vampire? I told you this little beauty would track the hybrid, without a problem. Now, let's get out of here. I'm sure her mate is within close proximity." Kyle said. Two large vampires lifted Melanie's body up and into the back of a large SUV.

  "I'm impressed Kyle," Raphael hissed. "I can't believe I have Thorne's whore in my presence. Playtime, sweet dancer, it’s time I taught your ass some manners baby."

  "Just remember vampire, don't mark her up too badly. I want to kill her in her wolf form; her fur is beautiful and will fetch a hefty price on the market." Kyle grinned after he and Raphael climbed into the truck.

  "Will she wake up anytime soon?" Raphael asked.

  "No, I shot her up with enough tranquilizers to knock out two bulls. She'll come to in the morning, and will shift back into her human form tonight, the form you desire the most," Kyle grinned, looking into the back of the SUV. "Mind if I watch or have a turn with her? She's fucking gorgeous! It’s a damn shame what we have to do to her."

  Melanie had shifted quickly into her human form, right beneath their noses. Kyle turned on dim lights, that softly shone on Melanie's rich ebony skin, and her shapely silhouette gave both men raging hard-ons as their devious minds conjured up most explicit ways of doing shameless acts to Melanie.

  "I could take her right here, but I think it best we take her back to my place." Kyle said, the woman's view leaving him breathless. "I'll give you the rest of your money when we get there," Kyle said. "Well done vampire, well done!"

  * * * * * *

  Melanie awoke, her whole body feeling as though it were made of lead. Raising slowly, she decided none of the hangovers she experienced in the past topped this one. She lay on soft fur, and quickly noticed both legs were shackled, and the chains attached to steel bars.

  Sheer terror struck her as she realized she was bare ass naked. Her heart lurched as she listened to the mannish talk of men outside the cell. Her keen ears picked up on what they would do to her when they entered her cell, hence the reason why she lay on the soft fur, naked as a jaybird. Quickly, she covered her body, her mind remembering the painful incident at her parents' house, her heart sinking further as she remembered Thorne’s reaction to her heritage.

  "Well, well, well, sleeping beauty has awakened," A dark, menacing, familiar voice shot through her like needles through a pincushion. She recognized the man's voice well enough, even though she wished she hadn’t. Raphael, the vampire who threatened to tear her apart from the inside out, now it would seem as though he would have his chance to do just that.

  “Melanie sat up, trying to conceal the fear in her eyes. Raphael smelled and cherished it, just as he would cherish turning the beautiful dancer inside out with all the sinful, delectable forms of sexual punishment he had planned for her.

  “Aw, my dear, were art thou mate?” Raphael snickered, his eyes glowing venomously as he spoke to her through the bars of the cell.

  Melanie averted her gaze, trying to think of a swift comeback, but she had none.

  “What’s the matter, did he desert you, after discovering your hybrid blood? Tisk, tisk,” Raphael teased, slightly sticking out his bottom lip in a pouty manner. “Don’t worry, Raphael will pick up the pieces,” he grinned. This actually could be fun, he decided. His cock grew at the thought of spending time alone with the beautiful hybrid, fucking her senseless, and tasting her sweet blood, something he’d been wanting to do the moment he laid eyes on her in the club. Perhaps, if he could override her wolf side, he could access her vampire half…he would have the upper hand. Maybe he could claim her as a mate after all. Kyle had shot her up with enough tranquilizers so she would be unable to shift into wolf form, making things much easier for Raphael. Suddenly, greed enveloped him, more so now than ever. He wouldn’t share her with Kyle, after all. For some strange reason, he developed a protective nature to the hybrid dancer. She should be his, and his alone, Raphael decided.

  Raphael dug a key out of his black leather pants, and squatted so he was almost eye level to Melanie. He cocked his head to the side and licked his lips. “You see doll, this is the reason why you shouldn’t have shot me down the way you did in Club Ravenous the other night. I wanted you as my mate, and you just slapped me in the face.” Raphael said through gritted teeth. He didn’t deal with rejection well.

  “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” Raphael asked, his face reverting to a serious state. Melanie kept her gaze away from him, remaining curled in a fetal position, hoping Raphael would keep his distance. She knew she didn’t have the strength to fight him off, and sent a silent prayer towards the heavens for him to kill her swiftly. The same effect Raphael held on her in Club Ravenous reared it’s ugly head now, sending a delightful tingling sensation that melted her core,
causing her slit to cream. The moisture increased when Raphael called her name several times.

  “Melanie!” Raphael called, snapping his fingers in the air in an effort to grab the sensual beauty's attention. God, she looked good, her hair was a mess, but damn, she looked so fucking good. Raphael studied the creature with an intense gaze, and rose to his feet, slipping the key into the lock with ease. Scared, Melanie quickly turned to look at the venomous fiend, the maniac who sought to claim her for himself.

  Correct me if I’m wrong, but we have unfinished business, you and I.” he said calmly, as he strolled into the cage, squatting before Melanie, who tried turning her head away from him until he grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

  “Don’t Melanie,” Raphael demanded huskily, gently stroking her chin with his thumb. She was so sweet, and she should have been his. Pre-cum oozed from his cock, as the thick organ strained relentlessly against black leather pants. He just had to feel how tight and wet the hybrid bitch was, then, he’d slowly slide his cock deep inside her hot velvet pussy, then her ass, eventually riding her to completion, making her scream out in pained pleasure.

  “What do you want with me?” Melanie asked, struggling to swallow because of the lump that suddenly developed in her throat. She tried moving back towards the wall, but couldn’t, because Raphael simply eased himself closer to his prize.

  “You know what I want beautiful,” Raphael grinned. The man was extremely handsome, black shoulder length hair framed his strong, chiseled features. Bright reddish highlights adorned his ebony locks, and the red mesh shirt left nothing to the imagination, Melanie noticed. His chest was slightly hairy, and she took in the well-defined pectoral muscles, giving way to tight, washboard abdominals. Witnessing his finest attributes immediate sucked the breath from her, causing shame to wash over her like a tidal wave. The inviting bulge straining against the leather pants made her slit weep more now than usual.

  “Let me go, please.” Melanie asked, almost begging, as she finally peered into Raphael’s dark, hypnotic eyes. “I want to go home, and I can’t stand being cooped up like this Raphael. I promise, I won’t tell Thorne a thing.”

  “I like it when you beg, you’ll be doing more of the same when I’m thrusting deep inside you, and I don’t give a shit if Thorne knows I have you. When he finds out, you’ll be mine anyway. Why do you even want to be with him la petit? Why do you cling to the louve “wolf” side of you?”

  “Please, go away and leave me alone,” Melanie begged, fighting her body’s betrayal. If she weren’t careful, she’d do something she’d regret. Then again, what did it matter, Thorne sure as hell didn’t want anything to do with her. She was an abomination in his eyes, that is why he rejected her. If he truly loved her, he wouldn’t have thought twice about accepting her for whom she was. Damn him, she had feelings too, and she was about to act upon them.

  Melanie looked into the inky black depths of Raphael’s eyes, becoming lost within them. Suddenly, she wanted to be lost, wanted to succumb to the lustful hold Raphael held on her.

  “So, what will it be, chere?” Raphael asked huskily, as he licked his lips, imagining his tongue lapping the sweet nectar of Melanie’s pussy. He could smell the strong scent of her, enticing his nostrils, making his mouth salivate.

  “You want me, no?” Raphael groaned, as the thought of her rejecting him again slipped quietly into his mind. Oh, he wouldn’t stand for it, not this time. She was in chains, bare ass naked, he’d take her by force if he had to.

  “Yes Raphael.” Melanie gulped, knowing he heard her swallow. Her heart thumped hard against her ribcage and her breathing labored as Raphael closed the gap between their bodies. Her head pounded, and her limbs grew heavy, as she willingly spread her legs when Raphael’s hand crept towards her heated center. Her pink clitoris stood erect as it jutted out proudly past her thick, clean shaven pussy lips, drenched in her juices.

  “Ummm, you smell so sweet, chere. You must allow me to taste you, to savor your sweet juices,” Raphael growled, no longer holding his composure. Raphael dipped his fingers in Melanie’s pussy, making her moan with want, causing her nipples to swell. Slowly, he teased her clit, gently applying pressure as she arched her back, throwing her head back while he gazed at her like a sex-starved maniac.

  “If this is the kind of reaction I receive from simply touching you, what will I get when I go down on you, hmmm?” Raphael asked, tucking the key in his pocket. Melanie couldn’t help but to notice his bulge straining against his leather pants, and she wandered how wide he would stretch her with his cock. “What do you want from me?” Raphael asked. “What will you have me do to you?”

  "Anything you want,” Melanie whispered, beckoning him to devour her.

  "Will that sweet pussy belong to me, and only me?” Raphael asked.

  Complete silence hung heavy in the air as Raphael’s gaze intensified.

  “I said, will that delicious pussy belong to me, and only me Melanie?” he asked her again.

  "Again, there was silence.

  "Just as I fucking thought!” he hissed. “You still want Thorne, you…fuck, why the fuck did I even consider making you my mate. I should just fuck the shit out of you and hand you over to the hunter.” With that threat, Melanie quickly rolled to her side, turning her back against him, praying he’d grow tired of her, leaving her alone. She tried pulling the fur around her body, but Raphael roughly pulled it from her grasp.

  “Well, first I shall taste these sweet nether lips of yours,” he breathed, as he rolled Melanie onto her back. Melanie protested, but stopped briefly as Raphael slowly parted her legs with very little effort. Raphael held her gaze as he ran his hands from her ankles to her knees, and down the insides of her inner thighs, until he reached the area coated in the sweet stickiness of her juices. Raphael loomed over her knees, deeply inhaling her fragrant musky scent.

  Melanie trembled, squeezing her eyes shut and scratching her legs as Raphael dipped his head between her thighs. She dug her nails even deeper into her skin as Raphael forced a wounded cry from her parted lips, his cool tongue spreading delectable wicked sensations throughout her heated body. Wriggling his tongue inside Melanie’s wet cavern, Raphael spread her wet satiny flesh open, observing the moisture quickly developing on her hot, sensitive flesh. Raphael’s hair tickled the apex of her sex, causing her to reach for her nipples.

  Still holding her gaze, quick darts of the vampire’s tongue quickly brought Melanie to a gut wrenching orgasm, causing her legs to quiver like jelly, and her stomach to twitch uncontrollably along with each passing wave of her orgasm.

  Suddenly, Danoir appeared at the entrance to the cell, a twisted grin curling his lips. He was compelled to stand and watch, but knowing Raphael, he'd have Danoir's hide.

  "Raphael, Kyle needs to speak to you, he says it's very important." Danoir said.

  Cursing under his breath, Raphael quickly covered Melanie over, but not before giving her a warning that sent enticingly sweet shivers down her spine and through her dripping hot core…

  "I'll return later, and we will pick up where we left off." Raphael smiled. "I promise you that. Get your rest dancer, you're gonna need it!"

  Melanie shivered in delight as Raphael exited through the cell, flashing a serious look her way as he strode alongside Danoir, making her insides turn to molten lava….

  Melanie groaned, lowering her head to the floor, pulling the furs securely around her. Quite the predicament she was in, not only because she faced death, but if she survived, and Thorne changed his mind, where would that leave them?

  * * * * * *

  Storm Cloudfeather enjoyed the ongoing conversation with Melanie's parents. Indeed, he'd never seen a vampire and werewolf couple before, but his mind was not closed to it.

  "Jay, ancestors visited centuries upon centuries ago when Earth was new, in the time of the dinosaurs. Then, it was decided there was truly nowhere we could exist on Earth. Later, my people returned, and they sp
oke of a great clan called The Black Claws." Natalie confessed. "I'm told there was a powerful shaman who wouldn't let his proud wendigo warriors perish with time."

  "It is true, what you speak of Natalie," Jay replied. Our clan's population dwindled heavily, but The Great Spirit saw a way to overcome that and knew we'd survive. That was why my ancestors and your species paths crossed. Jay reached into his pouch, retrieving a small deerskin bag adorned with feathers. A beautiful gold talisman with a large black stone mounted on a wolf's head quickly captured everyone's attention. Electrical currents coursed through the stone, startling Donovan.

  "What is that Jay?" The vampire asked in awe, reveling in the beauty of the mystical object. "Wait a minute, Natalie, isn't that…

  "Yes Donovan, it is the Aldelandian, a talisman allowing shape-shifters from our planet to travel to one another, no matter where they may be in the galaxy," Natalie beamed proudly. "I thought they had been destroyed and often wondered if I would ever cross paths with any of my kind. I seriously think it’s the only one left."

  "This belongs to you Natalie, and Melanie." Jay said, leaning forward, carefully handing the sacred object to Natalie. My ancestors made sure it was safe, passing it along as our clan dwindled."

  "Why didn't they ever stay here on Earth?" Donovan asked Jay and Natalie.

  "For those who journeyed, homesteading on another planet would have possibly caused them to lose touch with their families who were still on Edolonia. The wars helped nothing, and quite possibly, families would have been taken as prisoners if left unprotected. Earth isn't the only planet where Edolonian wolves sought new homes." Jay said.

  "Yes Donovan, my love, don't you remember me speaking of this. I mean, we have a few fellow Edolonians in our community, but nothing comparing to the masses who are scattered across the galaxy.

  "It's amazing, isn't it?" Storm grinned, looking at Donovan who, for the first time in his entire existence was at a lost of words.