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          Billy dropped to the floor. "I

might finish this bastard off myself."

"No! Her loss is lamentable, but I

want to question him. Then, if I think it's necessary, I'll feed him his

silver."

Billy looked at Rey sharply. "What

good will that do?"

"Son, didn't you notice? Not all

those injuries were from the car crash. There were teeth marks on him. Edward

bit him. If he's part werewolf, than those antibodies are going to cause this

fellow to transform.  When he does, he'll

find out just how much fun it is to be the prey instead of the hunter."

Billy heard the man groan. He

walked out and hauled him into the living room. He dropped him in front of the

ashes. A few swirled into the air. "You killed a bright young girl. Tell me why

I shouldn't kill you now!"

The hunter raised his head and

looked at the remains on the carpet. "I couldn't have killed her."

"Why not? It was your gun. It was

your silver."

"Gun yes. Silver no. There was no

silver in the gun. Only lead."

"BULLSHIT! Look at this! She burned

up!"

"Maybe so, but not because of me.

No silver in the gun. Only lead."

"Then explain to me why I have a

pile of ashes here on the floor?"

"I do not know."

Billy cold-cocked the guy. His head

hit the floor with a thud. He turned to his Uncle Rey. "You've got a week.

After that, I'm tearing this guy to pieces."

Miles away, in an area thick with

trees, a werewolf was tearing his way through the forest. Behind him another

was doing her best to keep up with him. 

She knew if she could get within range of his nose, her scent would pull

him in. The same went for his. It was going to be the only thing capable of

burning off his rage. She hoped beyond hope that she would survive the

experience. He was a lot bigger than any other werewolf she had seen. Of

course, that wasn't a very high number.

He paused for just a moment and she

took the opportunity to launch herself over his head and stood there, making

sure she was upwind. His eyes focused as his nose sniffed the air. "Female."

"Yes female."

"What do you want?"

"You!"

He sniffed again. "No."

She was taken aback. "No? I'm in

heat you idiot!"

"No!"

"Why not."

He paused. "I don't know."

Despite his words, his cock was

working itself in and out, undecided as to what he wanted. She took a desperate

stand and sprayed him in the face with her urine. He roared and shook his head.

But it was too late.  Her pheromones were

working their way into his brain.

He pounced. She was expecting it,

but for his size, he was fast. She might as well have been prey. He grabbed her

neck and forced her down. It was terrifying, even though she knew what to

expect. What she had never counted on was mating with an outsized specimen of

the breed.  She had no idea how the young

girl had managed it. She had been a tough little scrapper. It was too bad that

things had to work out to this end.

She had little time to contemplate

the girl's sacrifice. Edward was heading into his breeding stance. Once that

happened there would be no going back. She knew this not from experience, but

from stories from her mother.

She said a little prayer and held

perfectly still. She felt his cock slice into her backside and begin its

journey to her womb. Her eyes nearly bulged from the force of that mass driving

up into her body.  He was pushing so hard

that her front paws could hardly hold her in place. He fixed that when he put

them on her shoulders and bore her down. She could feel his claws as the sunk

into her flesh. The pain was nearly unbearable.

Werewolf mating was never a calm

and quiet thing. Sex maybe, but not mating. There were too many hormones and

pheromones and other chemicals in the mix for it to be quiet.  Add to that one oversized Dire Wolf version

of a werewolf, and things were going to get noisy. A lot of it was going to be

coming from her.

It started when he was in all the

way. She could feel his knot as it expanded to the filling point, and then past

it. The pressure was intense. Again, she had to give a nod to Maggie. The girl

was tougher than she looked.  But then

again, she had never had to take him on full force. And she really meant full

force.

Werewolf mating couldn't even be

looked upon as rape. It was beyond rape. A werewolf and human might do it, with

the male being human. That was fairly tame. But when a male werewolf entered

into the fray, the situation became grave. A human female wasn't likely to

survive. The body couldn't adjust to the force and the size of a normal "were",

much less Edward..

Edward's mind was clouded over. He

was still there, just shoved way back in the back where he couldn't get in the

way. There was no room for a rational mind anywhere close to an act like this.

It was as feral as you could get. It would make wolverines and Tasmanian's

Devils look like trembling newbies.

With a growl he thrust in sharply.

She let out a howl. Whether he ignored her cry or it drove him onward, he did

it again. To her it was like having a smoldering log from a bonfire rammed

between her legs. It was hard, it was hot, and it was absolutely intense. It

was amazing how her body began to respond. What should have gotten worse as

time went on only grew in intensity and pleasure.

Her back feet went into a dance, an

uncontrollable little motion that was a release of tension as it built to a

crescendo within her. She was even conscious of biting her own tongue as his

cock passed back and forth, stretching her insides to the breaking point.

The Dire Werewolf was preoccupied

with her smell. At the moment there was less attention to any other feelings,

either physical or emotional. This was a matter of having something deeply primal

 being triggered by her scent. It was

like feeding. There was a need to fulfill a basic requirement of his life

cycle. His body was doing what needed to be done heedless of any concerns or

cares the mind might have. Edward could feel it all. He couldn't affect it, but

he was experiencing the whole of it, and it was good.

His savage thrusts were lifting her

ass right off the ground. His knot prevented his escaping her body, and for

that she should have been thankful. His cock was so engorged that pulling it

too far out might have pulled her insides right out with it. As it was, she was

trembling and sweating in a very undignified way.

Her howls increased to a point that

they sounded more like shrieks. They doubled as her body reacted to all of this

stimulation by having an orgasm. Her cunt had no room to contract, and squeezed

down painfully around the massive intrusion inside her.

The male's body, hardly something

that could be called Edward at the moment, was responding too. As she squeezed

him in a ring of firm flesh, he felt the call from his deepest regions. He felt

that sensation rise to the base of his cock before moving upwards and out. The

passage of his sperm was suddenly painfully hot and incredibly sharp. He

roared, adding his voice to hers as their combined output drove away every

living creature in the neighborhood.

Somewhere inside that giant

werewolf body there was a human mind. It was nearly overwhelmed with the

sensations running through this form, but there was little he could do about

it. Even now, when it should be sated, he could feel the hormones driving it

on.  His cock refused to budge. His knot

remained hard and tight inside her. His hips started to twitch again.

Verona relaxed, but only

momentarily. If what her mother had told her, the drive could last for days.

And this was only the first round. Sure enough, she could feel his muscle

twitching. She sucked in a couple of deep breathes and hunkered down as low as

she could go. It hardly mattered for when he pushed and lifted at the same

time,  he left her dangling from his

cock. Only by stretching her legs completely were her nails even able to touch

the ground.

Her whole body became complete putty

as he worked her over a second time. She could hardly move a muscle, and

anything she could move was only in a vestigial way. He was large and in

charge, and until his body decided it was done, he was going to continue. The

fact was though; he had no control over anything at the moment. He would finish

once the smell came through to him that she had conceived.  This was not sex. It was mating. The point of

sex was pleasure. The point of mating was to conceive.

His body was being forced to

produce copious amounts of sperm. His balls were swelling as they were pressed

into overtime. His body trembled at the smell of her overpowering aroma. This

was no kid's game. This wasn't a romp on the bed. This was a serious,

baby-making endeavor.

The second round lasted long than

the first and the third longer than the second, and so on. To simplify matters,

it was four days before they were finally able to separate and even think about

making their way home. Both were too tired to move, and they slept for a whole

day, through sunshine and moonlight, until they were rested enough to return.

Edward was back to being human

again, and he finally had the opportunity to mourn the loss of Maggie. He was

emotionally overwrought, yet despite this feeling, he was so tired and sated

that it didn't hit him as he felt it should.

They returned to their feral selves

and taking the back ways, made the trip back to Wolf Creek in good time. Edward

found the distance that he and the hunter had originally covered to be more

considerable than he had realized during the chase. They had ended up a good

twenty five miles away.

They knocked on the door. Sophia

came out to great them. She gave them both huge hugs. "Come in, come in." She

ushered them in and set them to getting cleaned up and dressed.  She was careful to not mention the ashes that

had been on the floor. She decided to let him ask. Then she'd know he was

ready. The others stayed out of the way. Edward had just come off of a loss and

on top of that the mating ritual. His mind was probably still reeling.

He was blunt and to the point.

"What happened to Maggie's body?"

"Well son, when we got back from

trying to keep up with you, all that was left was a pile of ash."

He nodded. "I figured as much. The

same thing happened to Albert Fish's body. I only wish I had finished off the hunter.

I seem to recall being talked out of it."

Billy spoke up. "That's not a

problem Eddy. We brought him back here. Ma's been threatening him with a live

roasting over the wood stove. Hell, she hasn't fired up that old thing in a

while. But like she said, there are more than enough mouths to feed."

"I'd like to have a few words with

him. There wasn't a chance you guys recovered the box is there?"

"Sorry Eddy. There wasn't enough

time to look. We might go in another day or two, but there are still road crews

down there repairing the guardrail and the road. You tore up the county pretty

damn good."

He nodded and went silent. Now he

had lost Maggie and the ring. And now he was going to be a father. How had his

life suddenly gotten so out of control?

"How long were we gone?"

"Going on a week."

"I guess then that I should

congratulate you on being grandparents." He made a slight bw to Reynaud and

Lupenia.

"I assumed that was going to be the

case son. And thank you. Our way isn't the human way and it was probably pretty

strange for you. The rest of us have years of lead in before it hits. You've

had pretty much no time at all. It's amazing that you're still all together in the head."

"Together? Don't count on it. So

where's this fellow at?"

They walked out to the barn. The

hunter was hooked up in chains, in a way that is too gruesome to speak of. But

he was still alive. Edward grabbed his chin and looked him in the eyes.

"I don't know you well enough to

hate you. But I can come close. It's my opinion that you should die. But I like

what I see here. You can hang here and rot for all I care. You have taken away

some of my most precious things. So unless you can get them back for me, I have

no pity on you whatsoever."

"I do not want your pity," the man

spit out. "Because of you I am changing. There is no more dishonorable thing

for me than that. I would rather die than live through becoming an abomination

like yourself."

"Strong words. What happened to

being tired of killing? It didn't stop you from murdering my daughter."

"Daughter? She was not your

daughter. I may not have your acute senses, but I know what my nose tells me.

She was wawkalak; you are rougarou."

Edward squeezed the man's face,

feeling the rage building up. He was right, she wasn't blood kin, but how did

he know?"

"What the fuck is a wawkalak?"

Marcus stopped him before he

crushed the hunter's skull. In his building rage he had partially transformed.

"A wawkalak is one of the kind. They are from the region of Siberia and Russia.

But how this murderer could tell is beyond me, unless he is lying."

"There is no point in telling a

lie. She was wawkalak. And I did not kill her. The gun was filled with lead

shot."

Billy was sounding pretty upset.

"Then explain to me how she ended up as a pile of ash on the floor."

"Because she's always going to be

smarter than all of you combined!"

While the voice echoed around the

barn, it came from the rafters. It was female, and it was young. A second later

a nude and fully intact Maggie Peterson dropped from the loft. Edward collapsed

in a heap on the floor. Everyone else just stared.

"What? No one listens to a damn

thing I have to say. You're all like, hide the ring, bury the ring. Now look what's

happened. You lost the box, didn't you? As for me; poor little Maggie!" At this

point she was in front of the hunter, "You assumed I was dead. Who can blame

you. When I woke up after that blast it felt like I had to be kick started to

get moving. "

"But Mags. They said you were

nothing but ashes on the floor."

Maggie kicked the hunter in the

balls and then dropped on the floor next to her father. "There were ashes on

the floor all right. Sophia has a really neat, big wood burning stove. The thing

is pretty old. It's also filled with ashes. When everyone left, I kind of

figured out what had happened. So I gathered some up and sifted them in the

rough shape of my body."

Edward has so angry he just about

hit her. "But why? Why put me through all that?"

"Chill out. When you left the house

I'm pretty damn sure you were counting on me already being dead. I don't blame

you. That hole took a while to heal. "

"That doesn't explain your actions.

Why make everyone think that you're dead?"

"Simple. I know you love me, and I

love you. But I can't breed with you yet and Verona can. So I got thinking that

it you thought I was out of the picture, then you'd quit fighting it and give

her a baby. I think it would be cool to have a sibling."

Edward was sprouting hair. Maggie

leaned in and kissed him. "Relax. You guys keep thinking I'm fragile. Like this

guy says, I might be part Russian. Who knows? But for now, you see, everything is

alright. I'm fine, Verona has a baby on the way and we have our very own

werewolf hunter to play with."

Edward got up and took her by the

hand. "Where are we going?"

"You young lady are going to get

the paddling of a lifetime!"

           Her eyes lit up. "I hope you don't consider that

to be a punishment. It sound's fun!"