The Fledglings' Mentor

by C L Amos

  The wolfling nodded and escorted her to a delivery van.

  Chapter 13 Temper Temper!!

  Marcelle sat down behind the desk in Jim’s office and uploaded the video footage from Dylan’s lab. She took it back to where she had exited the lab. She watched Dylan disconnect Sasha and push her body to the garbage chute. For all intents and purposes she looked dead right up until she grabbed Dylan. Marcelle got a fright from the sudden violent action. She took it back and played it in slow motion over and over… there was the faintest flash of white light seconds before she struck… impossible to see with the naked eye. She slowed it down and froze the flash… it looked almost like a bolt of lightning entered the top of Sasha’s head, illuminating her entire body with the sacred geometric pattern of a sphere… the container of all forms. Marcelle took a screenshot of the picture and printed it out. She stood up and walked over to the window and stared out over the city; perhaps she had underestimated Sasha’s true potential. There was only one person who could answer those questions and that was the Great Sharmana. She took out her phone and called down to security, “Notify the Great Sharmana that I seek her audience and have my car ready to leave in 15 minutes.”

  The officer came back, “Yes Madam.”

  There was a knock at the office door.

  Marcelle shouted, “Come in!” She looked up at the Chief Security Officer. His face said it all and she felt the rage build inside her, “Out with it!”

  The chief officer’s voice quivered, “The trio zigzagged through the city, stopping at multiple points…Dr. Dylan’s phone was recovered in the basement of an abandoned high rise and a sweeper team tracked Sasha to her apartment… we hoped we would find the three of them there.”

  Marcelle grew impatient, “Yes, and?”

  He replied, “She took out two sweeper units. By the time the third unit arrived they were gone and there was only one survivor…

  Marcelle snapped, “Where the fuck are they now?”

  The chief officer saw the rage growing like wildfire in her eyes and gulped, “We don’t know. There wasn’t any trace of the twins at Sasha’s apartment, suggesting they’d split up at some prior location, and we have lost signal from Sasha’s chip… we can’t track her.”

  Marcelle let out a massive roar as she lost her temper and shifted into her Owbearake form - the head and wings of an owl on the body of a bear with a rattlesnake tail. She grabbed the chief with her strong sharp claws and ripped his body in two from his legs up. He screamed only until his intestines slipped out, spilling onto the floor, then she shook him apart and flung one half of his body against the wall and the other into the safety glass, shattering it on impact. The office was covered in blood. Marcelle let out a loud roar and shifted back into human form. She casually walked over and took Jim’s drinks towel and cleaned the blood splatter from her face. She called down to security, “Send in a cleaning crew and congratulate the deputy on his promotion. I want him briefed and up to task when I return.” She looked down at her ripped and blood soiled clothes, “And send up a change of clothes.”

  A voice came from the door, “Temper temper!”

  Marcelle turned, “What the fuck are you doing here Bernard… you are supposed to be under lockdown.”

  Bernard walked over to Jim’s drinks table and poured himself a whiskey and twirled it in the glass, “Security just isn’t what it used to be.”

  Marcelle grimaced, “I should have you locked up.”

  Bernard laughed, “That would suit me just fine… the less I have to do with this debacle the better for me and the council. My hands are clean.”

  Marcelle shook her head, “Don’t look so smug. You are knee-deep in the shit right alongside me, and once I finish cleaning your mess up, I am going to make sure that the council sees all your dirty little deeds…”

  Bernard shrugged, “What mess? … I am not responsible for the shitstorm surrounding the council… the clan elders are growing weary with the sudden heavy-handed genocide.”

  Marcelle snapped, “It’s not genocide, it’s an investigation.”

  Bernard shook his head… “No one is blind, Marcelle. In fact, you are playing a very dangerous hand…” He downed the last sip of whiskey and smiled… “and all I have to do is sit back and wait for the perfect time to leap in, pull you down a few notches and save the day…!” He spread his hand out in the shape of a banner, “Once again Bernard is victorious!”

  “Marcelle shouted, “Fuck off Bernard, go crawl back into your little narrow-minded hole, it’s time for the big boys to play and I am afraid you don’t have what it takes!” She smiled and shook her head… “The council made that perfectly clear when they chose me over you.”

  A security guard interrupted them, “Sorry to disturb, I was told to deliver these,” he handed Marcelle a change of clothes, “and to inform you that your car is ready.”

  Marcelle smiled, “Thank you - please escort this gentleman off the premises and ensure the security around his house is tripled…” The sarcasm dripped from her lips, “We can’t afford to lose such a valuable council member.”

  Chapter 14 The Safehouse.

  The van drove for about two hours. It passed through the farmlands, over the Blackberg mountains, down through the valley and they took a small dust road that followed the river in the direction of the sea. There were six in the van with her. Two sat upfront and the four in the back with her were short with words. Finally, the van came to a stop. An elderly woman who she assumed was a Wolf Elder greeted her, “Welcome to the lands of the Silver Moon.”

  Sasha immediately knew where she was; this was one of the few packs that adhered to the old ways. Here women and men lived seemingly separate lives, only coming together to share their beds at night, “Thank you for your hospitality and assistance.”

  The elder opened her arm and walked with her to the small square brick building. “I am sorry we cannot offer you better accommodation. We are not used to receiving guests, and I am afraid we are a little overrun with family and friends seeking shelter on our lands.” She smiled and showed her into the small, dimly lit room with three single beds framing the room. “I trust you will not mind sharing quarters with your travel companions. Your mother has requested we transport the three of you before dawn and we don’t want to disturb the families with youngsters living in the main house.”

  Sasha smiled, “Are Tom and Julia here?”

  The elder smiled, “Julia is helping to prepare food in the kitchen and Tom is out patrolling our borders with the men.”

  Sasha nodded, “This is perfect thank you. Shall we join the other women?”

  Sasha and Julia spent the afternoon in the company of the women. Julia and Sasha were tasked with the duty of peeling the potatoes and carrots. They stood there, listening to the stories and chit chat of the women and it was a refreshing break from the roller-coaster ride of the last few weeks and months… they felt at ease, and for a short moment they could just be themselves, not the mentor and the prophesied one. They could just relax. Sasha heard Julia laugh, and as she glanced over at Julia, the world seemed to slow down and Sasha felt herself being drawn up into her deep blue eyes. Julia could feel Sasha’s gaze, and looked up and held it for a second and smiled, before bursting out in laughter at one of the young wolfling girl’s comments about inexperienced country boys. Sasha couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard Julia’s infectious and contagious carefree laugh and she couldn’t help but join in, intoxicated by the freedom of the moment.

  The time seemed to fly by and before they knew it, it was time to go to bed. They said their farewells to the women and walked off into the dark towards their room. Julia took Sasha’s hand in hers, pulled it up to her mouth and kissed it as they walked. They entered the room and it was still empty. Julia turned to Sasha, “Tom must be having fun with the boys.” The smile ran away from her face and she pushed the hair back behind Sasha’s ear. “I thought we had lost you…I never want to feel that hollow agai
n.”

  Sasha stared into Julia’s eyes. She could see the want and longing, and she felt the same longing well up inside herself. The unmistakable chemistry they had shared in their first training practice and the memories from the barn came flying back. Sasha ripped off her shirt, unable to control her urges for another second, and pushed Julia down onto the bed and started kissing her, their hands searching frantically to pull off clothing while their tongues and lips danced in a sensual and longing embrace. Sasha won the top, her thigh being straddled by Julia’s wet luscious clit, and she looked down at Julia and smiled, “I can’t wait to taste you as you drown me in your cum.” Sasha kissed her neck and slowly made her way down to Julia’s perfectly rounded, perky breasts. Sasha could tell by Julia’s ever-increasing moans and forceful grinds against her thigh with her wet clit that Julia was ready. She made her way down further and let her leg retreat. Sasha knelt down on her elbows she could smell Julia’s warm, musky scent, and started flicking the hood of Julia’s clit with her tongue. Julia wriggled, her head thrashing from side to side… she reached up and drove Sasha‘s warm wet mouth down onto her clit. Sasha alternated between long broad strokes and quick flicks… she could feel the sexual tension growing between them as it neared fever pitch. They were so enthralled with each other that they were oblivious to the fact that Tom had entered the room and was watching them. He was mesmerized by Sasha’s perfectly rounded butt cheeks, and her drooling clit yearning for penetration called out to him. He dropped his pants and placed his hands on either side of Sasha’s hips and began thrusting. Sasha groaned as Tom hammered her from behind. She could feel the excitement and fever building inside all three of them as their energies rose to a fever pitch, her tongue penetrating Julia with each steady thrust from Tom. She felt both Tom and Julia explode into her simultaneously, Julia’s cum squirting into her mouth almost as powerfully as Tom’s sperm shot into her g-spot. The excitement igniting a wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, Tom eventually collapsed onto the bed next to them while Sasha and Julia straddled each other, riding out the last few waves of orgasmic explosions. Sasha open her eyes as she came for the seventh time and noticed a strange, indigo hue emanating from the three of them. Her head fell back, and as if possessed she shouted out in pain. Sasha stumbled backwards as she tripped over her own feet, her head dizzy, her body aching and her lungs fighting for air all over again as everything in the room went dark.

  Sasha slowly began making out shapes and saw Tom looking at her, confused, as his back arched, his head changing along with the rest of his body. He was being reborn as a fourling. She glanced over at Julia; she too was being reborn into her fourling form… the light in the room grew brighter and brighter until it exploded with a flash, blinding them all temporarily.

  Julia and Tom roared out as their body took their final form the Hawolake, with the head and wings of the Hawk, the body of the wolf and the tail of their snakes. They looked at each other, a little puzzled.

  Finally, Julia burst out in excitement, “What the hell just happened? How awesome is this?”

  Sasha exclaimed excitedly, “You just had your fourling rebirth!” She tried to clap her hands in excitement and saw her wings crash down around her… in that instant she looked down at her wolf legs, whipped her tail around and saw the head of a cobra. She glanced back over at Tom and Julia; she finally understood their initial confused expressions…

  Julia shouted out, “I knew it!! I knew it!! You are also a fourling!”

  Sasha shifted back, her heart racing, it felt like it was going to explode. Her mind trailed back to the conversation between Marcelle and Dylan, and she heard Marcelle’s voice replay over and over in her head… Bernard… Bernard… The cold realization washed over her as her head swelled with a thousand questions, “This shouldn’t be…this isn’t right… I am too old to experience a re-birth.”

  Chapter 15 The Bastards Return

  Marcelle arrived back at the office just at sunset, her mood visibly lighter than when she had left a few hours ago. The Great Sharmana had assured her that she would emerge victorious. In addition, she had been told she would meet a man who would stop at nothing to destroy the impetuous trio, and the Great Sharmana was never wrong.

  She summoned her new security chief, she hoped that this would be the man foretold by the Great Sharmana; she needed someone who would be decisive and driven… everything the overly cautious previous chief wasn’t.

  To her disappointment, another disheveled shell of a man walked into her office and introduced himself as the Deputy Chief. Marcelle rolled her eyes. “Another IT nerd… I thought this was a military training facility.”

  The man fixed his glasses, “We are the brains of the operation.”

  Marcelle shrugged, “So, where are they? Have you managed to track them yet?”

  The man shrugged, “Not yet, but we are pursuing several possibilities.”

  Marcelle dropped her head, “You are no better than your incompetent predecessor… have you at least interviewed the two survivors?”

  “Uh no… I haven’t had a chance yet; I was on my way there when you summoned me!” He looked back at the door… “Should I go see them first?”

  Just then there was a knock at the door. It startled the security chief, and Marcelle shook her head as she shouted, “What is it now?”

  Damien opened the door, his confidence and swagger immediately appealing to Marcelle, “Yes, what is it?”

  Damien saluted her and stood at attention, “I hear there is an opening for Chief Security Officer, and I would like to throw my hat into the ring.”

  Marcelle smiled. This was more like it. She smiled suggestively as she glanced over at the disheveled gentleman, “I’m sorry, the position has already been filled.”

  Without missing a beat, Damien leapt over and grabbed the man from behind and twisted his neck, dropping the lifeless body to the floor, “I believe the position just became available.” He paused, “If I may speak freely, we are in a war - you need soldiers, not pencil pushers.”

  Marcelle sat down on the edge of the desk, “So wow me soldier boy. How are you going to find what I am looking for?”

  Damien smiled, “I already did.”

  Marcelle smiled, “It’s rude to keep a woman in suspense.”

  Damien enjoyed her flirtatious play and grabbed his large crotch, “If I had to bet my left ball sack - and trust me, my left ball sack is rather dear to me - I would pin them at Silver Moon. Intel has already placed a large movement of wolves into the area, and we know that they have long been suspected of having ties to the Faction.”

  Marcelle flushed with excitement, “But what if they aren’t there?”

  Damien smiled, “Well, let’s just say I will paint the fields red with the blood of their supporters. We will force not only the trio but the very leaders of the Faction out of their holes, and when the time is right, we will slaughter them like the worthless dogs they are. We will send a message and our message will be clear to everyone. The new regime - YOUR NEW REGIME - will not tolerate bullshit. They are either with us or they will die alongside their traitorous brothers and sisters.”

  Marcelle clapped her hands and smiled, “Now that is what I want to hear. Congratulations on your promotion.” She stood up and placed her hand on Damien’s head… “You are the first General of the New Regime and you have full authority in my name as the head of the High Council to use any means necessary to ensure the stability and future of the High Council. Do you accept the responsibility of this title and swear your undying allegiance to me?”

  Damien smiled and covered his heart with his hand, “The honor to serve you is mine, and I swear my undying allegiance to you, Madam!”

  Book 5

  KILLING

  THE

  FIVELING

  THE FLEDGLINGS’ MENTOR

  Chapter 1 Somber Howls

  Sasha looked around, bewildered, her memories flooding back from the void… all the events of the past 24
hours hitting her like tungsten pellets being fired from a shotgun. She shouldn’t be here! She should be dead! She shouldn’t have had a fourling re-birth! Sasha covered her face with her hands and screamed, “None of this makes any sense!! I need to clear my head…” She grabbed her clothes and ran outside.

  Julia looked at Tom, “I will go.”