The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p19

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 349, chapter 349

Jacob's  Daze

1400's

He grunted as he raised the axe, splitting the wood sending shards of it flying. he was angry, adrenaline pumping as he tried not to think. He'd been angry since he'd woken up that morning and there had been no reason for it. Sweat beaded on the werewolf's flesh, leaving a ring at the waist of his pants. His ears twitched as he heard the laughter. They were miles away still, three of the local whores come to keep Vlad's men company. Sniffing shallowly, he wiped his hand over his mouth. They smelled good, sweet in their perfumed clothes, carrying baskets of fresh berries, fruit and wine. To Jacob that smelled even better than they did. But he just didn't want to smell it. Didn't want to know how the tang of sweat and perfume would sit on the edge of his very sensitive nose for the next few hours.  His stomach rumbled as he stopped his task long enough to watch the three women marching arrogantly through the trees. Their feet crunching carelessly on fallen branches. Each footfall an insult to the forest. Jacob's gaze fell across each before settling on a crushed leaf. The green colour bursting like a waterfall. Something wasn't right here. Bringing his hand up to his face, the lycanthrope hid behind his palm as he sniffed deeply closing his blue eyes. It was like a spell gone wrong as it burst around him, slithering across his back and shoulders. He felt as if he were being hugged by a bear, the tightness making him feel the need to rotate his shoulders a few times to assure himself he could move. His senses overloaded with the taste of magick which seemed to be like eating burnt leaves. A horrible reminder that the full moon was that night. Since Rolf and Reuben had returned to their own time, Jacob once again took his place as Oaken pack alpha. And with having to share space now with not just the Blacksmith pack but the Copperheads and the Millersons, he was simply dreading this full moon. It would; he was more than sure, be a nightmare of a bloodbath. Now, this tinge of whatever magick he was sensing was not welcome.  The tall jet black haired male magick misted a clean crisp shirt as he bent to gather his firewood.  He sat a few hours later by the edge of the camp having had no stomach for the dinner, a familiar feeling beginning to creep over him. The sun was less than an hour from setting, and the packs were already beginning to get restless, each holding territory nearby.  Jacob stretched grunting in pain. Something was different tonight, something tugging at him causing every muscle in the shapeshifter to ache and burn. Had been all day. The dark haired male decided not to wait for nightfall as he got up from his seat and walked into the woods. Letting the magick mist surround him, his clothes and boots disappeared leaving him naked as he knelt on all fours. His bones shifted and cracked as he screamed in agony. His voice going from human to nothing more than animalistic gurgles before a howl escaped his throat. He hadn't felt this much torture shifting to his wolf form since he was a kid, since the first time he turned.  Panting, the large onyx wolf shook himself before heading off at a run. The werewolf crossed nearly twenty miles within minutes as he ran deeper into the forest. Something driving him to test his own speed. Stopping at the edge of a lake, he dipped his muzzle into it lapping the cool water. He was thirsty. Good old fashioned thirst from running so long at such a speed. He let his mind drift then to the simple task of quieting that need, when he caught a scent. Turning his eyes up the beast peered across the lake's surface. He stopped drinking jerking his head up to get a better look. There less than a mile away on the far side of the lake was the Banshee.

"Jacob."  he heard her whisper as she stood still her pulse quickening. The onyx wolf raised his face to the sky, one front paw raised as if about to take a step. He hesitated before lowering his muzzle once more to return to the cold water. His amber-grey eyes never breaking contact with Nosferatu's. He then crossed the length of the water in a half heartbeat, without even wanting to. The creature stopped once again distracted for a half a breath by a large trout swimming against the current. Snarling before letting a yelp escape him, the wolf continued to concentrate on the fish. Pouncing his powerful jaws clamped down on the fish as he proudly showed off his prize. His animal mind telling him he needed to prove he could do it without failure. Jacob moved onward to where our heroine was still standing, her skirt hiked up around her thighs as to not get too wet, her bare legs under the water. The wolf past the female dropping the large fish on the edge of the bank before snorting at her.  He transformed back to his human self just as the sky began to become rust orange. The sun starting to set.

"How did you know it was me?" he asked breathless. It was all he could do not to count the beats of her heart as he tried to still his own breath. The female shrugged clearing her throat as she tried not to stare at the still naked man. Jacob smelled the banshee's body chemistry change as she blushed.

"Just something I've always been able to do." She walked towards him splashing water as she did, the waterline getting closer and closer to her ankles, revealing just how pale she was. "Well I was hoping to be at the castle before anyone found me. Should I run?"  the male's gaze was drawn then to a large scar on the hybrid's right leg. He was reminded that in her time such injuries were no longer life threatening to humans. Remembered her telling him about how surgeries to repair broken bones were common place. Reminded that she'd once been human.

"Please do not." Jacob closed his eyes running his fingers over his mouth. "Running will just set things off. Heartbeat the blood rushing which you already know yourself. And I am not sure I can resist with the moon so close to rising." opening his eyes he gave her a sideways glance. "I had no intention of..." he gestured towards her. "I'm already alpha and I have no problem fighting to keep it."

"That will not matter once the full moon is visible completely. All logic and rational thought or good intentions are gone." our heroine said her tone low. "Trust me. I have been through it before."

"If only there was a way to stop it." Jacob said still standing a few feet from her; still naked.

"There is." our heroine moved farther up towards the edge of the bank towards the trees. "Beating it to it. The very first time I witnessed the full moon ritual, I stopped it by choosing a mate." she breathed a deep sigh. "If I were to choose someone the ritual is stopped. Ended before it can begin." reaching her hand up to touch his neck her eyes flashed the pure white of the banshee. The air shifted around them carrying on it the heavy smell of wet dog.  "Damn." she shook her head her eyes returning to their human hazel. "The other packs are coming. I have to go. Try not to get killed."

"Wait." Jacob's words were starting to slur as he reached out for her. His nails sharp glass like points, his bottom fangs already exposed. Grabbing her hand he brought it up to his face sniffing deeply. He trailed his nose up her arm to her elbow as he closed his eyes. Snarling Nosferatu tried to pull away but couldn't. "I think...I think it is too late." Jacob mumbled as he fought back a growl. Her scent was all he could comprehend. It just seemed to engulf him like a wool coat. Our heroine swore as she listened to the sounds of the approaching werewolves. At lest five heartbeats were closing in. Turning to look at the sky, she did indeed see the moon visible beside the still setting sun.  She had two choices; either fight her way out of it getting killed in the process or give in letting one of the lycanthropes claim her. Taking a deep gulp of air, Nosferatu stopped struggling.

"Shack it! Jacob Oaken, I choose you."  her voice was steady and solid as she tilted her chin so that she was talking to the wind as much as to the male beside her.  The involuntary transformation seemed to stop cold leaving the male able to get some control over it and return to his human form. He pulled her to himself before toppling them both to the ground.

"You hear that?" he whispered a few moments later. "The packs they are gone." the strange feeling he'd had all day suddenly vanished. All the odd aches and pains suddenly gone, as if they'd never been. He stretched out beside her wiggling his toes. "I could get used to this." the dark haired lycanthrope said rolling back on top of his new mate, his arms raised over her skull as he flexed and unflexed his fingers kneading the dirt and grass around them.  Reminding our heroine suddenly of a cat and not a wolf. "I feel great!" there was no hiding the joy and shock in his tone. The energy seemed to snake it's way up his spine flowing into his shoulders. "Can you feel that? Like the whole world is humming." his blue eyes seemed to actually glow as the last rays of sunlight gleamed in them. Our heroine said nothing as she examined him, tracing a nail through his hair. Nosferatu half expected to see the grey streaks appear at his temples but the didn't. Unlike when she'd claimed Reuben last time while she'd been pregnant, the Frankenstein curse seemed to have no effect on Jacob.  "You do not look like you feel great. You look like you feel sad." he knitted his eyebrows together in worry. "I know you have been through this process before, but unlike your other mate, I am not that easily killed."  Jacob nodded unable to keep the smirk off his face. "You already had my loyalty now you have got my body and my heart." he leaned in to kiss her but she turned her face.

"I do not want your heart. Save that for when I am gone and you fall in love." she said with a touch of venom to her voice. "You are right. I have been through this claiming process before. a half dozen times. And I knew enough to know that with Reuben gone, it was going to happen. The full moon ritual is a beast all it's own. Given Maxwell is the alpha for the Blacksmith pack again, I figured it would eventually be down to one of you two. You were the better choice." she remarked trying to wiggle out from under him. "Do not look so hurt."  She gave up trying to move as the dark haired male slammed both palms into the ground snarling.


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