There are mates, then there are mates ;) by JH (superbooks4u TXT) 📖

royal lineage. Whatever happens to you is felt by me.” then he leant closer and whispered in my ear “It could be useful for long distance relationships… better then using the phone anyway.” Despite his whispering Freddie and George snorted. Damien on the other had looked like he was going to puke “Dude, not meaning to sound harsh or anything but I feel her to and the last thing I want to feel is her being spit roasted.”
Now I was laughing and for some bloody weird reason I left Ozs hand and cupped Damiens face in my hand and kissed him. I felt a little tug in my heart as my shifter dominated my soul. At first he seemed resistant, embarrassed almost at the ease that I left Oz and went to him but eventually his arms wrapped around my waist and he sucked gently at my lower lip. This kiss was nothing like the one I had with the player at the beginning of my little journey, this one made my toes curl, face redden and heart flip. I don’t know how long we were like that but it was me that pulled back first, with added reluctance he opened his eyes- they were dark with lust but beneath that there was love and I knew I would always have him. Oz came up behind me and nodded at Damien and placed himself in my back snugly. They both lent in and kissed either side of my neck. Trailing gently up to my ear, my breathing hitched when they both paused and murmerd “I love you.”
Just then I was about ready to haul them into my bed and let them both know how much they meant to me but I was interrupted by a huge Thwack.
Freddie and George had at some point shifted and had just knocked over my bag, spilling camping pots and pans all over my tree floor. The noise knocked me out of my trance and I flicked my hand in annoyance at the pans and set them flying back into place. Living with boys is so freekin chaotic sometimes.
I peeled off my clothes and manifested a pulp fiction tee in their place and climbed up my tree who I have named Thia to my sleeping space. I heard the boys laugh off the occurrence and after some squelching and ripping all boys were in wolf form and huddled in my ‘kitchen’.
I dreamt again that night…It was so dark. Everywhere was dark, I was searching for something within myself but I couldn’t see all I could do was feel. Eventually I reached this alter, it was in the shape of a heart and I felt myself drawn to it. Panic struck as I realised I wasn’t alone. There were people all around me- each one murmuring sins, begging for forgiveness, for freedom from the darkness. Strong invisible arms pulled in Damien and Oz… I tried to reach out for them but I realised I wasn’t really there, not in any physical form anyway. The arms splayed the boys across the alter and blood poured from a cut on their hands filling a part of the alter. “It’s not full yet…find the others, fill the void and it will be free.” I screamed as the stone absorbed their blood and begged for more…it was hungry desperate.
My tee was stuck to my body. Sweat drenched me and my stomach felt sick I was heaving but I hadn’t eaten in hours. I rolled out of my bed and floated down. My pack was already awake, faces filled with concern but hands full with plates of oatmeal and pop tarts. I smiled gratefully and took a plate. Sitting on a ledge I began to eat, the boys looked at me and I back at them. No one spoke and then I noticed two bandages, one wrapped on Ozs hand and the other on Damiens. Blood soaked the cloth.
… “How did you get that?” I stumbled over my words, vision already blurred, mouth suddenly dry- I pointed at their hands.
They glanced at each other, Oz rubbing the back of his neck and wincing he tried to pretend he was engrossed in a chewy piece of poptart. I whipped my hand at him and he got a blast of cool air surround him. They both shivered.
“You came down last night…You were sleep floating. You spelled us so we couldn’t speak and then you cut us.” Tears spread down my cheeks. “You waited for the blood to pool and then you drank it.”
Blood. I drank their blood. I attacked my mates and I didn’t even remember. Furthermore the cuts were the same as in my dreams, I’m becoming a victim to these powers.
The world span faster and faster, faces bluring together I did what I seem so fond of doing and I fainted.


MY world is getting out of control. These powers are growing and are molding me to be what they want. I’m afraid that when I wake up I’d have destroyed them all, all the people I love simply because some force knows more about my powers then me.

Of course when I did wake up I was in a witch ward. It was an underground tunnel. Being submerged by the earth is supposed to help a witches healing power. My eyes snapped open and adjusted to the gloomy scene. A young girl was sponging my feet and it tickled, I couldn’t help but giggle and kick my foot slightly. The girl cast her hand towards my face- a glowing orb illuminating her own and she bowed her apologies. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to wake so soon. I should fetch Alianna she’ll want to see you.” she turned, her long brown hair swaying as she did, it was so dark you almost couldn‘t distinguish it from the rest of the darkness. “No.” I sqeaked, she paused before her voice dipped. “We need your help Tara, if we’re going to survive the war…Please let me get Alliana so she can help with the final stages of healing.”
“What war?” Her voice was so tiny but it held so much weight, so much fear, the voice of a child who’d been nursed on horror stories.
“They’re coming Tara…The Fairchilds are returning…”
SO WHO THE HELL ARE THE FAIRCHILDS?

The girl wept as she ran down the twisting tunnels. I waited until I could no longer hear her feet patter upon the earth and very carefully I floated myself above the bed. I couldn’t sustain it, I felt the power drain out of me, it flit around the room looking for a place to be expelled before diminishing. I crashed heavily, the thud echoing across the walls and pain shot up my back… My wolf was sleeping, shifter looking uninterested. I was alone.

I screamed but no one heard me- the elements surged around me whispering questions, they couldn’t find me, my powers couldn’t find my body and the more I released the less would remain.
Alliana appeared what felt like hours later. Pain suspended me in utter delirium.
Alliana laughed, seriously? It was like a fit of giggles from a teenage girl who’d just had her first kiss, it was a laugh that emanated glory and triumph. “I am terribly sorry Tara but I need your powers to end this retched war. The FairChilds were once apart of us and now they turn upon us. Oh if you hadn’t have come I don’t know what we’d have done, Nyx sent you to us and it is I who speaks her will.” I felt her press her hand to my face, unable to turn away I parted my lips they were dry and cracked. As I forced them to move blood swam into my own mouth and I drank to clear the fluid, “You bitch”.
She smiled at me, “I’d say one day you’d understand what it is like to protect your children, but not in this life. Perhaps Nyx will bless you for your sacrifice.” Her nails dug into my cheek and blood swelled to the surface, she licked the blood and then vanished into the darkness of the tunnels.
I’m being harvested for some physcos wicked scheme. My nurse from earlier didn’t return and I couldn’t contact Oz, so much for his I’m Prince of the werewolves I always know where you are and what you’re doing.


*FREDDIES POV*
We’re all sitting in a tree and all I can think about is how much I want to pee on it. I know I’m a sorry excuse for a human side- dogs scent things- werewolves are supposed to be in control. Tara’s always been a bit of an odd one, ever since we first met she’s had these amazing powers. I used to long to be as free as her, she didn’t have to listen to anyone, she could move mountains if she wanted to and I always needed to be around George just to function.
I don’t like using our powers, it seems a bit like cheating, George works as an aiming system and I can make pretty much anything a missile. Together we never miss, but sometimes we hit things we don’t realise we want to hit- like that girl on her bike. We’ve always been close. Heck we’re twins, we used to hang out with Damien when we were younger but that happened less frequently when Tara decided she didn’t like him and now they’re mates…lucky bastard.
It’s never been like that with me and Tara, heck I’d bang her with half a chance but I love her as a friend so its not like I’m gonna put myself out there.
My ears perked up as I heard a knocking at the ‘stump’. Oz and Damien were catatonic and George just stayed in wolf form so I got up to answer it.
When I did there was the most beautiful creature standing there. I could feel myself harden as her eyes met mine, man I wanted to screw her brains out. “It’s Aphrodite right?” She looked at me with a puzzled look upon her face, it quickly transposed into a blush when I explained that she resembled the goddess of love.
“Actually its Lavender, Alliana sent me to invite you and your brother to the main hall, we wanted to introduce you to our war effort the mighty wolves are sure to be able to assist us in our…technique.” She bit her lip as she spoke the last bit and my cock strained at my jeans…fuck this girls an enchantress alright.
“Well we are known for our skills…Some think its quite an art.” I reached my hand out to trail it down across her arm and she giggled.
“Oh we know it is…There’s a whole bunch of us that have been dying to have a man show us how its done.” She smiled then added “Just be sure to have your brother with you and I’ll see