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Welcome To The Pack

Build Up of Tension

Summary- 8.4k Alpha!Steve x You. Morning after attack, Steve shows you around, Bucky follows the Tracker, Natasha is brought back by Alpha Tony and Pepper. Warnings- implied abuse.

A/N- Im really in awe at the response and I hope this story continues bringing people happiness. Moodboard made by @omega-nicole, I love it babes, thank you so much for taking the time to read and put it together for the story. Thank You to everyone who reads from all the Wolves 🐺❤

Chapter Two/ Pack Master List

You were sitting out on Steve’s back deck for the rest of the night, sleep? It wasn't something you could bring yourself back to do. Crawl back into that bed with the memory of waking up the Pierces tracker looming over you with nothing but the moonlight edging his outline. Even your wolf paced back and forth in your mind, shaking herself once in a while to dispel the tension lacing your body. Around your shoulders Steves jacket rested, warding off the early morning’s damp chill rolling off the lake nearby. Nearby the large Alpha was settled in the opposite deck chair, his feet stretched to lean on the deck railing, bare feet crisscrossed at his ankles, and his arms crossed over his chest, head tipped forward so his chin rested on his chest. You couldn't help but watch him on occasion while he was lightly sleeping, your nose pressed in the collar of his jacket, inhaling his comforting scent.

<You should crawl in his lap.> Your little wolf whined as you took in that heavy male scent once more <I would at least feel better.>

We're not disturbing his rest anymore then we already have, he should have gone to his own bed last night.

You grumbled at your Little Wolf, not needing her to point out things you didn't want to admit to yourself. You could already feel the Full Moon Runs bonding starting to sharpen, just being in his home was tying you two together, and that human side was scared of that connection. You've seen bondings that were all one-sided, the other losing themselves completely to there partner that they turned into a husk. Nothing more than property to the other. You shuddered at the idea and turned back to face the lake, watch with a new fascination at the way the light broke through the pines, beams dancing over the rippling water that lapped at stony grey shores. The soft haunting lilt of mourning doves ripping through the upbeat morning songbirds just starting their greetings scattered through the forest The Compound was settled right in the middle of. This was more fascinating then assessing the possibility of being an Alpha Mate, you lied to yourself over and over, sure that would make it true.

After Steve was sure the Trackers were removed, he had gone inside to find you earlier that night. You weren't hard to find, the glass door leading to the back of the cabin wide open and he could see your silhouette sitting in the alpine chair you had sat in just a couple days ago for the first time. He wanted to insist you come back in, put you back to bed, you needed the recharge after the run as much as he did. You and your wolf needed rest in order to shift properly again, but he couldn't find it in his heart to demand you do such a thing. Twice in a short period of time, he had already took away your willpower to disobey him, and he wouldn't again, not this night. Instead the Alpha picked up a jacket he had hanging, his Wolf rumbled protectively while he stepped outside. “Hey” He said softly and holds the jacket open which you willingly leaned forward, he had set the jacket around.

When you willingly accepted it, Steve resisted pulling you into his arms, let his hands relax you in his lap, against his chest where he could envelop you. You weren't his. And with that, he settled down, to stay out with you as long as he did. The silence drifting far beyond his back deck. It encased the forest much like the fog rolling off the water frequently did. You made no effort to talk, and he didn't either. His Wolf, diligent with perked ears and flashing eyes watched over you in the only way he could, nearby, in silence. Finally a lone howl echoed back to the two of you, and Steve tilted his head listening to it. The pack mate informing that the Tracker had crossed the border, and they were following along the line to make sure he didn't attempt to return.

Now that he could relax a bit more, letting his head drift to rest against his chest, never truly falling asleep. Steve still was aware of you nearby, of the pack running the border tracking the intruder, every breath in brought him news of the stirrings of other members settling back in the early morning hours that there was a tinge of unease with them. Unease, some of them were worried about what the stranger might have brought with her. The Wolf slowly sunk down to a lay, processing everything Steve was giving him. <We will need to take care of any doubts, she belongs here. At our side, she is ours>

We will handle any that have an objection to her being here. I wouldn't turn any away that was a danger to the pack.

<They will point out the Trackers, that she brings danger.> He pointed out, resting his head down, muzzle crossing over his paws.

She can't help the danger that follows her. She is just trying to start over.

Satisfied with your answer, the Wolf remained silent, watching over the one he considered his. Neither beast nor man chose to point out that they didn't disagree with the 'she is ours.’

When Steve stirred hours later, he tipped his head back to yawn, stretching his jaw, and arms lifted over his head to reach for nothing really. He dropped his feet from the deck. You stirred next to him, shifting in the seat to face him, giving a soft smile of the collar of his jacket that you were cocooned in. You had drawn your feet up and now it had encased you like an oversized hug. It made the wolf in him very pleased to see you covered in his clothing, his scent would cling to you to any other wolf that passed you. “Morning” He said his forearms draping over his knees and letting his upper weight fall against them, leaning in closer towards you.

“Morning Steve.” Your Little Wolf, is preening at the Alpha, seeing his 'Wake Up’. “I hope we didn't wake you up. But now that your awake, I did want to say something.” Your Little Wolf perked, and knowing the thoughts edged in your mind, she gave you a growl. <Stop that right now.>

“Not, not at all Little One” He rubbed on his face with vigor and paid attention again. “what's on your mind?”

It all kind of rushed out, you could feel what you were saying shattering your heart and the Little Wolf snapping at you in anger for what you were saying, her growls first and foremost at your mind that it even muffled what you were speaking. “Steve, it's not going to stop, I know Pierce. For everyone here, it will be safer for me to leave, and be seen leaving... “ You could see the moment his eyes went from a hazy blue to sharp and warning, Steve’s jaw clenching under his beard, it ticked.

“The only way your leaving Y/N, is if you want to. Not from fucking fear, or intimidation from anyone. If you want to move on fine.” His wolf bristled, all the fur on his ruff standing on end, traveling down his back in hostility at the very idea she should leave cause of danger. And much like yours, was very vocal. Steve overlooked that though, knowing it was simply his drive to keep you with him at all costs. “But this is your home as long as you want it to be.”

I had to, he has to know the danger being here could mean for his pack. If anything happened to them... I couldn't.

Trust, what was that really like? You haven't trusted anyone since you matured and was forced into finding a suitable mate to be paired with, continuous threats at being collared beaten into you until that day finally came. You didn't even realize Steve moved to a stand, and his hands cupped around your face until he tipped your face up to look at him, his thumbs sweeping over your cheeks, and his brow creased in worry. “Y/N? Hey, you hear me?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts and your eyes lifted. His warmth started to seep into you, making you want to uncurl from his coat and right around him. Your breath hitched a moment, and you could feel your Little Wolf start to stir, your own body aching to press into his hold, feel him against her, over her... Quit It!

<That wasn't because of me Y/N> The Little Wolf snorted

Fuck

Who would have guessed just a simple touch would send Steve spiraling high, he immediately picked up the way your heart sped up and your sweet honeysuckle scent wafted in that intoxicating way that told him to drop his head, taste your lips, lick down your skin till you were saying his name in that breathless manner. His pupils blew in his arousal, a light hazing of yellow gleaning over as the beast started craving more. “I understand Steve.” Your voice, soft and inviting. He had to pull away before he dragged you down on the porch and... snapping out of it, he pulled his hand away, growling out softly. “Good, this is your home now Y/N.”

Quick to escape inside, Steve went one way to prepare for the day, and you remained curled up in the Alpine chair, your forehead pressed to your knees, chastising yourself for the way your body responded to him. The way your Little Wolf constantly fought for it, the way you were simply scared of it. This wasn't anything like the other times, when Pierce would present you to an unmated wolf, there wasn't the same fear in his hands that there was in any of theirs. And that... fuck that terrified you.

Steve needed to step away, get a clear head. This was nothing like with Alana, and as he wrenched open his front door, Bucky and Sam already headed up the walk to meet with him, Steve played it off as he was expecting them. Not running away from you sitting on his back deck, looking at him with those wide eyes of yours that looked innocent, but stirred something much more than that. “He's still nearby, we have a tail on him, but he looks like he's getting ready to move,” Sam said as they both came up on the porch, not picking up on Steves distracted presence at the moment.

“Mmhh... I want to know where he comes from, where the pack is settled in. That alpha isn't going to be okay with having one of his wolves killed.” Bucky didn't flinch a bit when Steve mentioned this. He was doing nothing more than protecting the pack, and although he was hesitant with you, he would do it again. “Call Stark, I want Natasha here now. It's about time we see how well that training of his works.” Sam immediately pulled out his phone and started preparations. Bucky leaned up against the railing, and eyed the Alpha for a moment, arching his brows. “How did it go last night? Your wolf push for more?”

Steve glanced at him and rubbed the back of his neck. “No, he was satisfied she was safe, but that run, her staying here... It's different this time, not like before with Alana. She's scared, of what her old Alpha is capable of. Y/N actually considered leaving, she brought it up this morning. We had a moment just before you two showed up.” From behind him, Steve was acutely aware of you in the kitchen, doing what he now realized was a morning routine for you, Scooping grinds into the filter, pouring water into the canister... And Bucky watched Steve get slightly distracted, the curve of his mouth lifting at the corner hearing you. “You got it bad man...”

“Shut up Bucky.” Steve snapped back at him.

“No, I mean it. Even now you're so fucking tuned into her that you can't hide it. Hey, maybe I was wrong earlier, and you should actually see where this takes you. I thought at first you were just being your usual self, needing to save someone and got distracted cause she was unmated, but this... this isn't like that at all.” Bucky gave a shrug. “Maybe this is what Sam is always going on about with Sara. I know I've never bought into that soul mate stuff, but maybe you two are compatible. Just don't be so fucking stubborn, a'right?”

Sam turned back to the two of them, Steve drifting from all the Bucky just laid on him to his news. “Nat be back by tonight Tony said., he's going to fly in. He asked if there was some kind of trouble since it was a rush, but I told him to get ahold of you later, then you just tell him what you want.” Steve nodded. “Bucky trail him, just don't let yourself get caught. He will probably recognize your scent.” Steve started to feel better now that things were happening, his wolf to, and just as the men left, you stepped out onto the porch, bringing him a cup of that coffee you just brewed. Steve accepted it gratefully, letting the caffeine ease into his system.

“How about I show you more of the area Y/N?” he suddenly offered, his eyes looking you over momentarily, your blush spotting your cheeks at the attention. That made him smile, seeing you get a bit bashful on him. “Works canceled, need a part to fix the machine, and there are some good beaches to run on nearby, if your up for a shift so soon.”

< Let's do it Y/N! I can handle coming back out.>

You sure? We haven't slept to recharge.

You dipped back your mug, and eyed the Alpha over the rim, he waited so patiently for your answer, that you grinned at him and nodded. “Would love that, I will meet you back out here in just a few minutes.” Taking his mug, you escaped inside with the door ajar, and cleaned up right quick. Steve thought nothing of it, and simply waited. He was surprised though when you didn't necessarily come back out, but your wolf trotted out to greet him, “Oh! well aren't you quick Little One.” Holding out his hand, you mouthed it lightly and his other came up to brush over your head and down your neck, chuckling. “Guess I gotta catch up.” You flashed your eyes up at him and gave a wolfish smirk before bolting out of his hold and off the porch, hightailing it for the woods you had run in the night before. Steves wolf was now ramped up, pushing for a shift and Steve started peeling off clothing off right there on his porch, tossing and kicking it away.

I'm fucking going as fast as I can! as soon as Steve lost his sweats, the wolf burst forward, and the heavy alpha was sailing off the steps, landing heavily on his front paws and as soon as his back legs spring back underneath him, Steves off, following where he's seen the light-colored she-wolf disappear into the shadowed depths of the forest.

His Forest.The she-wolf was exploring His Forest.

Steve had been running these trails since he started shifting, and his eyes slit almost closed to protect from flying debris every time he pounded into the pine needled trails, and under low hanging branches slapping at him. Your scent clung to the cool air under the towering pines, fresh and enticing 'catch me Alpha’, his muzzle weaved back and forth following it till he shot past it, and spun mid-trail to backtrack, leaping off into the unbroken ground, and weaving around trees. Heading for the edge of the lake, where he caught sight of you pacing ahead, your ruff hanging around your neck swaying back and forth in your trot. Your ears flicking back when you heard him, but the oversized Alpha had effectively caught up to you and before you could spring away once more, he crashed into you, the two of you rolling and nipping at each other sharply, all in play of course.

Once you land on his chest, you make a growing noise while shaking a mouthful of his silver fur, making as if you were mad at his antics. Steve twisted so you slipped off and pinned you down below him, making you bare your fangs at him. A large oversized tongue swiped over your muzzle and he bounded away with a howl, twisting to slap at the ground with his front paws, enticing you to play. Very cat-like, you slithered forward through the grass and sprang at him, chasing after him as he barreled away, leading you closer to the lakeshore.

The air went from dark trees shadowing you to damp freshwater, begging to be played in and lapped at. Of course with the air so heavy from the moisture, it carried the Alphas scent better, and soon you were whining with need, pulling Steve up short when he heard the sharp noise, ears perked and the tip of his tail, cricking in concern for you. Trotting back, and inhaling against you, his muzzle poking around, to search where you might be hurt, is when he caught the reason why. Dragging in your aroma, the Alpha started nipping in affection at your neck as you tilted it, careful not to bite hard, his tongue lolling over your forehead and ears, over your eyes and muzzle.

Essentially any who come near you would smell him, that you were his and his alone. He wasn't willing to share your and would kill any that threatened the two of you, anyone who would dare lay an unwanted hand on you. In return you rubbed your chest against his, licking under his chin, and nuzzling against him in respect for who he was, his leadership of the pack and yourself. Your wolf had no qualms giving herself to Steve, it was only your human selves that made this complicated. The two of you weaved around each other in circles, a courtship dance before bounding off together to escape the treeline and stretch out in a run across the stony beach, crisscrossing back and forth in harmony. Neither pulling ahead of the other, although Steve was well aware giving the chance to let loose, you could easily outtake him.

Both of you slowed to a trot, shoulder to shoulder, brushing up against each other once in a while before pulling apart, you tilted towards the water's edge, and bit at the water, spraying it in play. Steve sat at the edge, tilting his head watching as you pawed at it with a growl, wading in further with your tail happily wagging back and forth. Finally you slipped beyond where you could reach and started swimming in short bursts. Steve on the other hand was content to watch you play, settling himself down with a groan on the stones, his head following your back and forth movements in the water. His ears perked when you disappeared for a moment underneath, only to see you pop back up closer to shore and slowly making your way out.

Your wolfish grin gave you away as dripping wet you padded up to him. Making him flash his canines at you in warning. You faltered a bit, but then continued on, the warning rumbles getting deeper as he followed you, pinning his ears back. You came close enough and then shook vigorously, spraying the scrambling Alpha, who returned to wrestle you to the ground, unable though to catch you, the two of you started dancing across the beach again in play. Bowed bodies, slapping forepaws on the ground, high waving tails, barks and yips at each other.

Further away, Sam and Sara sat just out of your two’s sight on a ledge, watching there Alpha do something he never really did with another. Sara's head tilted up to her mate, whining excitedly and nuzzling into his fur, before moving to a stand and she padded away to give their Alpha privacy. Sam watched with a tilt of his head at the courtship dance a moment longer before spinning away to join his mate, the two of them running in a similar manner to the deeper forest. Down below, the two of you sprinted off again, Steve leading you back into another part of the forest, continuing to take you around the lake for the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon, human worries aside. The wolves were enjoying the freedom these forms got to enjoy. You two only returned after exhaustion started to set in from the quick shifts and night before.

You stumbled into Steve once you two reached The Compound. Shouldering you forward and nudging you to go up the steps before him, you push inside the house while he shifts right on the porch, grabbing clothes and stuffing legs into a pair of pants once more, the rest of his clothing hanging off his forearm. Digging the phone out of his pocket, he checked to see if he missed anything while away with You. Sure enough he had a few messages. One from Buck- He's on the move, i’m following behind. I will be sure to let you know where we end up. The tracker must have been traveling by the road, and knowing Bucky he probably stole a vehicle in town. The next was from Stark- Pepper and I will be up with Natasha soon Steve. Steve arched a brow reading the New Yorks Alphas message. He had forgotten the New York Alphas were coming to.

But he wasn't surprised, Steve would welcome him, the two Alphas having made a pact years ago.

She's fine, we're not mated and he has his Pepper. Stop worrying.

Curious to see what you were actually doing, He went inside, calling out your name, and you came out of your bedroom, rubbing at your eyes with a yawn. “Mmmh right here. I'm starving.” Again you were wearing just his shirt, and what seemed to be nothing else, since they fell to mid-thigh, and he groaned softly just seeing it.

<You could go see you know what's under the bottom of that shirt..> The wolf rumbled, and Steves nostrils flared to hold himself back, the wolf snickering at the human's reaction.

Yes, I could... The wolf licked his muzzle, suddenly very interested in this new change, pushing up from where he had been resting to a stand. Pushing, for the Alpha to claim her. Steve inhaled her scent, the sweetness of her committed to memory now, but he really wouldn't get enough of it, and it took away his common sense, no he wanted her in a way Steve had never wanted a she-wolf. Not even Alana could compare to the way you have him captured. And you didn't even know.

Your hair cascaded down over your shoulders as you brushed past the Alpha, sniffing the air for something. You followed your wriggling nose around, opening cupboards and such. Steve leaned on his elbows, watching with a quirked brow as you would go to tiptoes to spin the other way, searching still with closed eyes, the tip of your nose lifted.

“What are you looking for Little One?” Steve chuckled in response when you yanked two cupboards open, scanning boxes.

“I'm looking for... THIS!” You arch up to reach well above your head whining as your fingertips just can't reach the red cereal box with Capn' Crunch on the front. The back of shirt lifting to show the flowered panties you were wearing, and Steve's heart jumped in his chest, the Wolf rumbling at the sight of you all stretched out, trying to catch the box. “Steve can you help me please?” You bit your lip in your efforts. Steve pushed off the counter and wrapped his hands around your hips to lift you, making you yip in surprise while looking back at the Alpha who was smirking. “Go ahead Little One, get your prize.”

Your hand grasped around the box, and he eased you back to your feet, his chest brushing against your back and making your breath hitch in your throat, resisting the urge to arch back into him. The tension rippling between you two makes you swallow, and take a few shallow breaths. You can feel his fingers grasping the curve of your hip a little harder than normal, that maybe his breathing stopped in the moment, waiting to see how you would react. Your Little Wolf stretched, a silent movement in your mind till her yellow eyes snapped on in a glow, rumbling softly. <Reach out for him Y/N...> Your body as if against your will turned to face him, looking up into vibrant blues that were searching your face matching the way yours were, your gaze falling from his eyes to his lips, the plump softness that even though the rest of him was hard masculine, they weren't. You couldn't lie having thought about them skimming down your body while you laid in his guest room in the night, when he was just on the opposite side. To feel his hands as they were now, but not with clothing between the two, just completely bare, skin to skin. To feel the Alpha cage you in so you had to submit to him... Steve’s head started to lower, and yours tipped up, both drawing in deep breaths drowning in each other's aroused scent.

So when the sharp knock sounded at the door, Steves hold on your hips tightened at you tensing and the alpha growled in an aggressive way that sounded nowhere close to human. You immediately pulled back, clutching your cereal box at your chest and the connection was lost. So fragile in it's beginning that it shattered as soon as the knock snapped them both back to there surroundings. Steve's wolf was snarling at whomever was on the other side, and Steve just rumbled when he saw you retreating away from him, and to disappear down the hall towards the guest room. Fuck... Rubbing the tension off his face, he called out “Come in.”

The door popped open to Natasha strolling in, the redhead smirking and her green eyes went up and down the tensed Alpha, cocking a brow. “well hello to you to. Sent you a text message but...” Her nostrils flared and a knowing look simmered in her eyes. “See you've been busy.” Steve rolled his eyes at the she-wolf, beckoning her to come on in, whatever there was, it was done for this moment. “I heard Tony came with Pepper as well?” The Alpha asked her as she settled in a stool, nodding. “Yea, Sam and Sara are with them right now, discussing the broken equipment so you have a few minutes. I told them I would let you know they were here.” Natasha looked around the dwelling, picking up little signs of you here and there. “And your woman. I heard you took in someone off the border.”

“She's not MY woman.” Steve corrected her. “How soon can you join Bucky on the road.”

That's correct I haven't, so she's not mine.

Natasha tapped her nails against the marble countertop, studying Steve. “No... no she's not. Not like you two connected on the full moon run, no one saw you two run as a team. No ones noticed all this mess right here... “ Natasha waved a hand at Steve as if confirming the rumors she's been told. “Or that there was a perfectly good guest cabin at the other end of The Compound set up just for such an occasion. Can't feel the tension in here at all, nope.” Natasha smirked at her Alpha. Why did he send for her again?

<Natasha is one of your strongest wolves and she doesn't just bow down cause your Alpha. Fuck I missed her.> The wolf howled to his packmate, clearly siding with her.

Steve was getting so tired of everyone pointing it out to him, and he rumbled out as he turned away from Natasha and snapped the cupboard you had opened closed. “You didn't answer my question about Barnes.”

“Yes of course Steve, I can probably hit the road in the next hour and meet up with him. I just need the details. Welcome home Natasha, we missed you Natasha” she grumbled.

“Sorry Nat, I missed you since you've been at Starks.” Steve apologized and went back to business, Steve filled her in before he went to go meet Tony and Pepper.

In your room you were sitting on your bed, stuffing a mouth full of Capn' Crunch in your mouth, chewing without enjoying it. Your mind was to busy processing what had happened, those urges riddling through your gut that you never felt before. Your Little Wolf paced back and forth, sniffing the air once in a while to catch the she-wolfs scent in the kitchen. <What is she doing here? Is she trying to take Steve from us?>

“When the hell you get jealous?” you happened to say out loud, and the Little Wolf twisted in your mind, going to lay down, acting disinterested. <I'm not. Besides, you were the one who almost jumped him.>

Another mouthful of cereal and a mumbled. “With your help, what the fuck was that. It's never been... like that before,” you recalled the heat pooling so low, your skin tingling to press closer, rub against him. You, Little Wolf, snickered low in your mind, and you gut clenched at her next words.

Oh shit.... oh shit oh shit oh shit. Your eyes widened and you whine loudly.

“Y/N? I'm headed to go meet with a visiting set of Alphas... “Steve's voice came closer to your door and you rolled off the bed, grabbing shorts and stuffing them on, right when his head popped in the door.

“Be right with you.” you say hurriedly, and his gaze takes in your rushed features.

“Oh, you don't have to by any means, I was just letting you know.” He mentioned, but you shook your head and pulled your hair back into a ponytail.

“I'm ready.” You smoothed your hands down your shirts and fuck didn't you just look cute with his tee all tied up one side again and shorts, getting a bit sunkissed in your skin.

“Okay, we can walk with Nat, so you can meet her.”

Heading out to wander to the garage where Tony was, the two women exchanged greetings, and followed a bit behind Steve, checking each other out. The Little Wolf just stared at Natasha while you shook her hand, you smiled at her. The Little Wolf tilted her head, still checking her out. You weren't sure if that was a good thing out not. Usually the wolf knew right away. After a few moments of silence, the Little Wolf announced to you. <Shes not a threat, you can read it, Steve is like a brother to her, just her Alpha.>

Seriously? That's what that was about?

And as soon as that happened, things just fell into place. That five-minute walk ended with you and Natasa laughing at some story she was telling you, how Steve once fell off his own dock into the lake, you were snorting, Nat was smirking, Steve was looking over his shoulder at the pair of them, hiding a smile, and saying in a much sterner mocking alpha voice. “Do I have to separate you two?”

Natasha looked at you, and snorted in the most unwomanly like way. “He thinks he's tough, Y/N, he's a softy I swear. Alright, if I'm gonna meet up with Barnes, I gotta go. See you two crazy lovebirds around.” Nat shot out as she walked away, you blushing and Steve moaning to himself. Fucking Natasha. From the open doorway, Sara leaned against it, and reached inside to push a button, the main door lifting to show Pepper working with Sam looking over the parts inventory, and Tony was at the workbench, twiddling with the broken part from the other day. “Fixed it! I mean, something any genius can do. Oh hey Steve.” The New York Alpha grinned over his sunglasses at him, wiping his hands clean on a rag. “Nice to see ya, how have you been? We've been GREAT, thanks for asking.”

“Hello Tony" Steve uttered, and you shyly stayed behind him for a moment, not missing the slight aggravation in his tone. But it warmed when he greeted the other woman. “Pepper, I'm sure Sam is making you quite an order list.” The other woman chuckled, tucking her tablet back in her bag. “Its not to bad Steve, about half as much as last time.” She went over to Tony and leaned into him slightly, his arm immediately going around her waist. Steve decided to let you be for now, sensing that you were a bit nervous at the newcomers. He knew you would come around when you were ready for him to introduce you.

“Thank you for escorting Natasha back, it was very generous of you.” Steve reached out his hand and the two men shook, Tony rolled his shoulder in a nonchalant way. “No biggie, Pepper, and I been needing to do something away, and I wanted to check on Wanda and Pietro.”

“Well Pietro isn't here at the moment, he's doing a deal with some investors for me out west at the moment, I sent that email to you, but Wanda I'm sure will be more than thrilled to see you.” Sara already had stepped away to go find her, and Tony nodded. “Yes, but first Steve, we need to talk. Privately.”

You tensed up a bit and Steve let an assuring hand rest in the small of your back instinctively. All is okay Little One... “Of course, how about we go back to my office, Pepper knows her way around well enough. This here is Y/N by the way, she just arrived, so she's not entirely familiar with everything quite yet.”

Sam stepped forward and winked. “Come on you two, let these two have at it. In fact, I think today would be a great day to do a community meal. You two want to help me set up?” Steve was relieved to see you brighten up at the idea, and with a parting look to him, you went off, discussing what needed to be prepped. Tony waited till they were out of earshot.

“Brock and Alanna popped up on the council's radar again. They seemed to have joined a pack, selling unmated wolves off.” Tony started sharing and Steve guy clenched. “I'm aware of the pack... that's actually where Y/N came from. Showed up on the border, running from Trackers. The fuckers actually had the balls to cross into our lands, and into my fucking cabin to remove her. Why I needed Natasha back. She's the only one I trust getting us more inside information.”

Tonys gaze went back to you following his Pepper and Sam, shaking his head. “Getaway? How... I've been told they have that whole pack under the fucking strictest rules by there Alpha, Pierce. He's a real piece of work. In fact, he's part of the reason the council is getting uneasy. They are selling off unmated wolves to human hunters, although we have no proof. Yet. Just a body of a young wolf slaughtered online, bragging. We're trying to look into it... but... “ he shook his head, growling from deep in his chest, the situation obviously had the other Alpha tense.

“Even more reason to dismantle them, Tony, they are disrupting the laws we do have, exposing us to the world that's not ready for us, and basically torturing. Our own kind. It's not like the humans can be blamed in this.” Steve said darkly. “I have no problem going down there myself and taking care of it. Especially if Brock and Alanna are involved. I should have ended Brock that day, but... “

Tony looked at Steve and nodded. “Yes you should, but that was then, and this is now. Look, don't do anything too rash, okay? Council isn't going to want an all-out pack war until we have all the facts. Just have Natasha collect, not assassinate.”

Steves wolf growled at Tony, flattening his ears. <Who made him Alpha of the Mountain Pack?> Steve snapped his own teeth in irritation, and cast the man a sharp blue-eyed glare. “I will do as I see fit with my wolves. Natasha will do as I ask.” With that he pushed off to go back outside, and join the people gathering tables together to bring out to the middle of the compound, Tony stood there for a moment, watching this large family that even welcomed his Alpha partner Pepper as one of his own, and worried for what was to come. As the voice to the packs about what the alpha council issued as law., a council set up specifically to protect the wolves, he couldn't help but feel he was thrown in the middle. Steve had always been against the monitoring of the wolves, but never put up much of a fight cause he saw the benefits it did do. Little did Steve know they were now drawing up new laws, and they would be enforced sooner rather then later if this mess with Pierce wasn't resolved quietly. Tony just couldn't see how that would happen.

The atmosphere later that night turned into a party, lights strung up around the trees, and a large bonfire, everyone brought more food then even a huge pack could eat, and now people were either dancing or sitting around the fire roasting marshmallows. Steve you watched from the corner of your eye laughing with a group of others he sat with, sharing a beer. You sat with Pepper, Tony and Sara just talking, your feet stretched out towards the fire to warm them. Tony was talking to Sara with his arm hanging around Pepper, about some program he had set up with other Alphas. And you held up a hand as if you had a question. Tony gaze fell on you and he barked out a laugh. “You got a question for the professor, lay it on me kid.”

“Why was Natasha with you in the first place, and Wanda... She's your wolf?” Your brows arched, and from across the fire you could see Steve push to a stand, looking around till he caught sight of you lounging in the grass, starting to make his way over. “Ahh, yes. One of my.. OUR proudest little organizations.” Tony corrected once Steve reached them, the long-legged man falling to sit next to you, leaning back on one hand and nodding. “Yes, ours is correct. It took a while, but Tony was diligent with convincing other Alphas to join in the idea.” Tony grinned all proud of it while Pepper looked at him, parting his chest. “Down boy down.”

“Not what you usually say to me Pep, but we will let it slide.” Tony teased her, dropping an innocent kiss to her cheek, and he returned to the question. “So we take wolves that can easily travel, not have too many obligations in the pack, and play them in an on-hands internship in another pack. Natasha and Clint, have extraordinary skills they learned from being in the human's military programs. Something I have a hand in the human world. In exchange Steve has two of my best more natural magic wolves. All this here, just strengthens there natural abilities, as well as Steve being somewhat really good at managing an industrious business.” Steve shook his head in embarrassment, and you grinned at him, seeing the flare-up of warmth in his cheeks. “You're overselling it Tony.”

“Your logging corporation has reached the top in the area. You choose to keep it small time and you know it.” Tony snorted at the other Alpha. “Anyways, although us Alphas don't get along for long periods of time in each others company doesn't mean we can't work together. So far not too many packs are willing to “loan” out there wolves as they see it, but those of us that do, it's created stronger bonds and our wolves are getting the education they need to succeed in this life. Any questions?”

You shake your head, getting an understanding of what they were doing. “No, I think I'm all set.” You naturally fall into Steves side, your eyes starting to feel heavy. Your wolf is quite happy in this moment, warm from the fire, settled in a loose ball napping in your mind. You try to pay attention to the conversation, but it's becoming harder, cause it's so warm, and Steve smells so good and relaxing. Not the lust-driven like before, but this time it's more of just him. A masculine pine and woodsmoke, a bit of just him that has no other explanation, the desire in your body to curl into him was strong, and instinctively you pressed into his side a bit more.

Steve looked down at you, eyes half shut and curled up into him a bit, he wondered if you knew you were even doing that. You felt different too him, he let his nose brush lightly near your hair, but didn't quite pick up on what it was. And he would keep you like that, even with Peppers and Tony’s gaze falling frequently to the scene while they chatted with Sara, who also was yawning,if he was able to. Sam arriving to check in on Sara, catching her yawn. “Still tired from the Run?” In which Sara nodded and took his hand to stand. “You know what, I know I'm exhausted as well" Steve piped up and you nodded at Tony and Pepper to in agreement. Pulling away from him, Steve felt a bit deflated having to lose you like that. “If you two aren't headed home tonight, your welcome to use that Cabin at the end.”

“Thanks, Rogers, we will probably head out in the morning, see if Wanda is ready to come home or not. See you all later.” Tony sprang up rather quickly and helped Pepper up, the two of them leaving hand in hand. Steve turned his attention to you, but you were already standing and stretching, making Steve groan at that little bit of skin flashing on your belly before you offered a hand to help him up. Steve stretched himself, his back flexing beneath the shirt, and scuffed his boot through the burning logs, scattering sand to kill the fire for the night. You waited till he was ready, and the two of you headed towards the dark cabin by the lake, each saying goodnight and going to your respective bedrooms, both to debate with your wolves and be frustrated. Even after your shower, you could feel your need to breed starting to take effect, your body heating more, and urges long dead inside of you taking hold.

Another state over Bucky stood in a wooded area in a crouch, once in a while pulling out his cell phone and having it on the dim setting, muttering to himself. “Come on Natasha.. where you at?” He had gotten a text hours ago from her saying she was almost there, and he already had time to skirt around at least the northern border of where the Tracker had crossed back into with his fallen brother. It was not quite as large as The Mountain Packs land, but still fairly large. He suspected Pierce didn't visit this end as often as he should from the scent lines. Or there was heavy human traffic, cause the packs border stopped at a tree line edging the town, and there were ATV lines everywhere. Within minutes he was checking his phone again, and sure enough there was no call from Natasha. “Fucking hell Nat... “He moved to stand up, when there was a hot growling breath behind him, and he spun around to almost smack into a slender red wolf, she bounced back before getting wailed, her green eyes dancing in laughter as she sidled back up to the man, licking his face.

Shoving her gently to get away from him, he snapped at her. “Must you do that? Sicko... One of these days I'm really going to hurt you.” The she-wolf flipped her muzzle up at him in a 'bring it’, wagging her tail. Buckys features softened slightly, at Natashas play. “Yea I missed you too. But don't come to close, they know what I smell like. You ready for this?” She bounded to him once more, licking his cheek before disappearing into the brush leading to the border.

“Well answers that" Bucky sighed as he rubbed his cheek dry. From further off, he heard Natasha's sharp howl, holding the White Wolf in him back to answer, Bucky waited, and sure enough another series of howls answered in a threatening tone. Moving to a stand, he wandered closer, staying out of sight to watch what happened. Natasha paced back and forth along the border, throwing her head back now and then to howl, taunting the pack's inability to get to her faster. Then three rather shaggy wolves came trotting up, circling around her, snapping at her face and haunches to try to get her to flinch, submit to them. The she wolf merely yawned at them, waiting for the invitation to cross over. Thats when Bucky saw him. He smelled like an Alpha... Kind of, even though he wasn't nearly the size of Steve, and even the smaller Tony. Bucky was confused for a moment at what he was seeing. But Pierce had a staggering stride, the way his head was held up and even his tail, higher ranking than those skirting around Natasha, trying to get a reaction out of her, they all lowered drastically in his presence.

Once Pierce approached her, the others stopped, all dropping to there bellies, Bucky tensed watching as he stared Natasha down, she slowly lowered, not nearly as the others did, but low enough that she could flash her neck at him, and he accepted. Now she was in, as they started to head further into the terrirotry, she gave a slight wag of her tail for Buckys benefit.

<I don't like this.. > The white wolf growled, uneasy shifting, and Bucky agreed with him. It felt wrong. I know... I don't like it either. Why we're sticking around for a few days, just in case Natasha needs a quick way out.

<Something is not right with them, Pierce is no Alpha, he looks like he's supposed to be a beta. How did he get this pack?> Bucky turned to leave back towards the road when his entire world went black, something hit him right in the head and the man just crumbled. A laughing voice sniggered as they prodded him with his foot. “Now we got both these bitches. Throw a collar on him and let's get out of here.”

Back at Steve’s cabin you tossed and turned in your bed, sweat slicking your body, and your breaths were soft gasps of fear, your eyes screwed tight as you were stuck somewhere in your mind. Flashes of being screamed at, a belt snapping above you in a threat as you huddled on the floor. A hissing voice you were too familiar with. “You will fucking bond with him, he played good money for you!” Your eyes would lift to see a male strut close, his hands fisting in your hair to drag you across the room. “I paid for a willing female, she's already refused both bites. I want a refund. If the bitch ain't gonna submit, I don't want her. ” It all swirled together in a jumble of memories, and your wolf was frantic trying to snap you out of it, pawing and throwing her body against the wall of your mind she was trapped behind. She even tried using her fangs, to break you loose, screaming. <WAKE UP!> and you did, snapping awake you sprang out of your bed, panting, eyes wild as the looked around for an escape.

Then it all came back, you escaped, you were with The Mountain Pack, and Steve was the alpha here. Steve... you don't know what compelled you to do it, but you padded out of that bedroom, the smell of fear following you, and you lightly scratched at his door with a whimper. Waiting for your Alpha to come open it, to let you in, keep you safe from the memories. That was what Alphas did, they were protectors. When the door open and Steve tilted his head curiously, rubbing at his face, he immediately perked. “Y/N? What's wrong?”

Your fear his him first, that acrid stinging scent that mixed with your honeysuckle ferns immediately made his heart jump in his chest, set his wolf on edge looking for danger. You look so small in his doorway, your eyes wide and you voice was so soft he barely heard it.

“I don't want to be alone.” And he inhaled your scent, it was more than that, fuck, she's close to being in heat. It was a risk to Steve, it could send him into a rut, and then there would be no stopping the two of you. No matter what you both actually wanted. But he stood there looking at you, and he knew that he couldn't turn you away. Stepping back, his bedroom door opened further in invite, and you stepped in, this time without hesitation, the door closing out the rest of the world.

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just-someomega-punk · 4 years

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Behaviors in Heats and Ruts

Omegas will begin to try and find and/or create a safe space even before the first symptoms of the heat hit. That behavior is known as nesting. Said nest is usually built in a comfortably small place, with dim lighting. Single Omegas tend to collect items that belong to their family or/and friends (in other words, someone who they recognize as a pack) for comfort. Sometimes even a trusted friend or family member can be brought into the nest to help the Omega take care of themselves. The practice however is purely platonic. Neither of those two practices does occur in Omegas who want to spend a heat with a partner. Omegas with a partner (or rare multiple partners) spend their heat with only them and rely only on their help in meeting their basic needs. If a relationship is sexual, an Omega will build the nest with only their partners' items (and/or courting gifts given to them) as it's considered alluring in nature.

While an Omega in heat may be feverish and appear drugged or not all-there, they are not at all defenseless. In fact, it's their most animalistic and primal state. If an Omega deems you incompatible for whatever reason, they will not let you get close. Even Alphas (as in, the most affected dynamic) are respectful of such decision (side note, some incompatibility works both ways, some only one. The outcome tends to be the same in that situation - no compatibility no mating). However, if one tries to force an unwilling Omega in heat, it's not unusual for that person to be severely hurt - as if bitten, scratched, etc. As mentioned before, an Omega in heat is very feral and will not hold back. Such disrespectful individuals in old times were usually spotted missing eyes or chunks of their body - then they were promptly exiled from the pack, as such violation was never tolerated. Even in modern times, the law states that threatened Omegas in heat can in fact use every defense that they deem necessary without legal repercussions.

Heats are not really painful per se. Omegas don't really experience our cramps during the heat, even if not mated - though it's very uncomfortable and stressful for them still.

Alphas are naturally the dynamics that is the most attracted to an Omegas scent - Betas and Omegas tend to be less affected but it still works on them. It's just that heat is a thing that is very much fertility based and chances falling pregnant with a dynamic goes Alpha->Beta->Omega.

Heat smell can be in fact so powerful that even dynamics normally not attracted to Omegas at all can feel the need to breed with them. It is though much less prominent and they do come back to being themselves after the fact. Let's put it that way - the act at the time is more important than the person the act is performed with. Even so, mating between an Omega in heat and someone who is not attracted to them normally is very uncommon.

Important: Family members (Alphas included) do not get affected by an Omegas heat scent. In fact, the scent may be slightly unpleasant for them. Incest is still very much incest in my ABO - it's still unnatural and taboo to see family members that are attracted to each other's scent - related by blood or not. Hell, it is not uncommon at all that people who were only raised together (as in, childhood friends for example) are not attracted to each other scents. That's why in old times kids usually left their parents packs to start their own.

First heat, or even few first heats tend to be more uncomfortable than sexual in nature. Such heat may be weaker (as if, the Omega being fully conscious but still very uncomfortable), or stronger (as if, making Omega barely-there and having them require being taken care of) than "full-grown" heat. It's just a very different experience, body first getting used to being an "adult".

Now, ruts are not really sexual in nature. Alphas in ruts tend to be restless and more aggressive - marking their perceived territory and challenging other Alphas that they feel are a "threat" to them. It's mostly a way of ensuring and securing their own place in the pack. Unmated Alphas tend to look for a challenge in other single alphas, meanwhile mated ones are in a hard "protect and take care of my family" mode.

Alphas in rut are usually seen as a threat by other dynamics, though some compatible with Alpha in rut may in fact find their scent both threatening and arousing. Alphas in a rut are indeed more sexually active, though it tends to be more of a... Side effect.

Alphas love spending their ruts in safe spaces - like nests belonging to a loving Omega. While they naturally spend their whole rut agitated and ready to fight, such a state of being is tiring to them, and so an Omega creating/opening their safe space for them tends to be big energy and comfort boost for them.

While young Alphas don't typically recognize their Alpha parents as a threat (an Alpha parent is mostly recognized as a "top Alpha" in the household so out of the respect for them, they won't attack even if felt challenged), it is ill-advised for the Alpha parent to visit a young Alpha's safe space without permission. This may lead to unwanted aggression or long term distrust.

It is common for Alpha siblings to fight with each other during ruts. Fights are not usually serious and are more strength-testing in spirit, it's still best for growing Alphas to have a room for themselves.

Alphas in rut are rarely really aggressive towards Betas or Omegas since, in Alpha's mind, they are not really recognized as a threat. Betas/Omegas that are strangers and invading an Alphas territory however are an entirely different matter.

A non-typical rut appears when an Alphas partner is not around in the long term. Their hormones basically go into crisis mode since everything in an Alpha screams that their mate is missing or dead. Their instinct believes that there should be their mate’s scent all over the apartment but there's nothing there so they slowly go deeper and deeper into freak-out mode.

It's called a non-typical rut because it looks the same as a rut for the most part - the Alpha appearing agitated, behaving aggressively, obsessively scent marking their territory, probably also scenting their friends and surroundings a lot. It's an instinct thing so even if an Alpha objectively knows that their mate is okay, the non-typical rut may still hit them like a train. Alphas are more of a pack creatures than Omegas and Betas since it's in their instincts to lead and take care of people; so it's recommended for them to not live alone and/or to have some Beta/Omega scent around the house. Living with their own scent alone for years may cause something that appears very similar to anxiety in an Alpha - being extra vigilant, on edge, and subconsciously stressed out.

Something similar to a non-typical rut happens in Omegas that live apart from their mate but the symptoms are drastically different and harder to spot. Basically, an Omega will appear spaced out and closed off. They may also gaze off into the windows or doors a lot, as if expecting their mate to just walk in any second. It's also an instinctual response and basically cannot be calmed just by indirect contact - such as texting or calling their mate.

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wickedblue34 · 5 years

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The Whisperer Ch.2

You woke up early the next morning. After taking a quick shower and throwing on a comfortable pair of shorts and a large shirt, you sat down at your kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in one hand and the files Jackson had given you in the other.

To say you were shocked at the contents, would be an understatement. Inside, there were only two pages. The first one was labeled 'Fighters', and the second one was labeled 'Baiters'. Picking up the first page, you began reading through it.

FIGHTERS - BTS PACK

Note: Refused to become riled up by BAITERS from the same pack.

Kim Namjoon: Age 24

Breed: Siberian Tiger Hybrid

Sex: Male

Type: Lead Alpha

Traits: Very protective over pack. Becomes very aggressive when dealing with humans and hybrids outside of pack. Best fighter for underground ring under Bang Shihyuk. Never lost a fight. Kept in top fighting condition. Only shows submissive tendencies to Lead Beta. Spends most of his time with Lead Beta.

Min Yoongi: Age 25

Breed: Black Wolf Hybrid

Sex: Male

Type: Second Alpha

Traits: Very aggressive when dealing with humans. Sleeps most of the time. Seems non-aggressive with hybrids in pack, but can become aggressive with other non-submissive hybrids. Second best fighter under Bang Shihyuk. Rarely lost fights. Would be severely beaten and starved for a week whenever he lost a fight, but otherwise would be kept in top condition. Shows only shows submissive tendencies towards Lead and Third Alphas and Lead Beta. Spends most of his time with Third Alpha and Lead Omega

Jung Hoseok: Age 24

Breed: Cheetah Hybrid

Sex: Male

Type: Third Alpha

Traits: Although he can more aggressive than the Second Alpha, this hybrid isn't as strong, and therefore has lost more fights than the others. Was beaten and starved after every loss. Only becomes aggressive when he feels threatened. Less quick to rile up than the other two fighters but when that occurs, all handlers and non-pack Hybrids beware. Easily frightened. Very fear aggressive.

Side note: Has been seen as gentle and playful with pack members, but can become aggressive towards humans and non-pack hybrids. Only shows submissive tendancies for lead and Second Alphas and Lead Beta. Spends most of his time with Second Alpha

You felt sick at the fact that those poor hybrids were used in an underground fighting ring. After reading through to the end, you got up and cleaned your bowl and spoon. You needed a moment to process, and had to mentally steel yourself to be able to continue. A few moments later, you sat back down, already dreading what you would find on the next page. With great hesitation, you once again began reading.

BAITERS- BTS PACK

Kim Seokjin: Age 26

Breed: Maine Coon Cat Hybrid

Sex: Male

Type: Lead Beta

Traits: Mostly Non-aggressive. Only been known to show slight aggression with other hybrids. Was used under Bamg Shihyuk as bait to rile up non-pack fighters before fights. Would get beaten and starved often. Spends the most time with Lead Alpha

Side note: While normally submissive, this Beta has been known to show dominant tendencies over all pack hybrids. Has also been known to care for everyone in pack.

Kim Taehyung: Age 23

Breed: Ring-Tailed Lemur

Sex: Male

Type: Second Beta

Traits: One of the least aggressive in pack. Fearful of Humans and non-pack hybrids. Known to be a trouble maker, and was often beaten for causing incidents with other hybrids under Bang Shihyuk. Was used as bait for non-pack hybrids before fights. Shows a playful side with pack members. Shows mostly submissive tendencies. Only dominant over Omegas, although he has been known to show submissiveness to Lead Omega on occasion. Spends most of his time with Lead and Second Omegas.

Side note: Shows interest in children.

Park Jimin: Age 23

Breed: Silver Fox (rare)

Sex: Male

Type: Lead Omega

Traits: Most submissive out of pack. Only shows aggression when severely enraged. Shows intense fear of Humans and Non-pack hybrids. Was used as main Baiter under Bang Shihyuk for non-pack hybrids. Beaten and starved daily for no determinative reason. Shows extremely submissive tendencies to all. Known to spend most of his time with Second Alpha, Second Beta, and Second Omega.

Side note: Shows signs of severe Separation Anxiety, and often refuses to eat since entering shelter. Only through the coaxing of Second Alpha or Lead Beta, will he show any interest in eating.

Jeon Jungkook: Age 21

Breed: Red Panda Hybrid

Sex: Male

Type: Second Omega

Traits: Least submissive out of the Omegas. Very fearful of Humans and Non-pack Hybrids, and can become fear aggressive. Used as bait for Non-pack Hybrids. Was beaten and starved often for a lack of cooperation, as well as for no determinative reason. Shows submissive tendencies to all, but has been known to show occasional dominant tendencies over Second Beta and Lead Omega. Spends most of his time with Second Beta and Lead Alpha.

Side Note: Very stubborn. The most Mischievious out of pack.

By the time you had read through the last page, you had tears streaming down your face. You couldn't help but compare what you saw yesterday, with what was described in the file. Bile rose up your throat as you thought about it. You closed the file and sat back in your chair.

'Those poor men. No wonder they acted the way they did yesterday.' You thought.

However, something you couldn't understand was why they reacted to you the way they had. You knew that they could probably smell your heritage in your scent, but that didn't explain their unusual behavior.

If everything in the files were correct, then it didn't just make sense that they'd reacted that way.

You were part hybrid, but looked fully human. From what you'd read, yesterday should have went much differently.

Even with your 'gifts' as your co-workers called it. In theory, the hybrids should have still at least been wary of you, if not slightly or overly aggressive. Not practically throwing themselves at you, nor being so eager to protect you from the percieved 'threat' in the way they'd done.

Even all the other hybrids you'd met had at least appeared skeptical of you at first, due to your scent. They couldn't understand how you smelled slightly of hybrid, but looked fully human. Especially after finding out that you didn't own a hybrid yourself.

You were shaken from your thoughts as your phone rang from where you'd left it in your room. Glancing at the time on the clock, you saw it was barely noon.

You jumped up and went to answer your phone. Checking Caller ID, your heart jumped in anticipation when you saw Jackson's name. He preferred texting, and rarely ever called you unless it was important or he was in a hurry. You immediately answered.

Hello?

Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry to call you on your day off, but I need you to come down to the shelter as soon as possible.

Your heart jumped into your throat at his anxious tone.

What's wrong? You asked. You heard him give a long sigh.

It's the hybrids from yesterday. They're going crazy.

What do you mean? What happened?! You felt your nerves begin to build as you awaited his answer. Your heart ached as you heard a lonely sounding howl in the background.

'He must be near their room.' You thought.

You jumped when you heard a roar. Jackson cursed.

They are all just whining and crying. The larger ones have been roaring and howling, but when anyone comes near the door, they seem to act more aggressive than normal. They wouldn't even let me feed them. As soon as I opened the door, they tried attacking me. And what's worse, the little fox keeps scratching and howling at the door. They all sound so sad that it's even breaking my heart. I don't know what to do anymore. We've tried everything we could think of, but nothing is working. You're my last hope. I'm afraid that if they keep this up, they're gonna end up either hurting someone or themselves.

As soon as Jackson started speaking, you lurched into motion. You quickly donned clean underwear, a t-shirt and jeans. You had just buttoned your pants when he finished.

I'm on my way. Give me twenty minutes. You said before bidding farewell and hanging up.

Running to the door, you threw you hair into a messy ponytail. You hurriedly put on your socks and a pair of tennis shoes and grabbed your phone, keys, and purse on your way out.

Practically sprinting to your car, you drove as fast as traffic and the law would allow. Finally, after what felt like hours, you pulled into the shelter's parking lot.

Filled with anxiety, you threw your car in park, cut the ignition, and all but ran into the building. As soon as you entered, you heard the multiple whines, whimpers, roars, and howls. Their woeful noises caused your eyes to fill with tears as you took the few twists and turns to get to the adoption area where your office, and coincidentally, the hybrids' current room resided.

Sliding to a halt in front of a startled Jackson, who stood right outside the observation room, you took a moment to catch your breath, panting lightly.

"Damn, you weren't kidding, were you? Are you okay?" He spoke, slightly concerned at your frazzled appearance. You nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just got really worried when you called." You stated once you'd managed to catch your breath.

Both of you were stunned when the room in front of you want eerily quiet as soon as you spoke.

A whine, followed by frantic scratching, broke you out of your shocked state. Motioning Jackson to the side, you walked up to the door. The scratching ceased when you turned the knob.

Turning to Jackson, you smiled reassuringly before slowly opening the door.

Upon entering the room and closing the door behind you, you suddenly found yourself surrounded by hybrids. Before you could even open your mouth to greet them, they pounced.

You became slightly dizzy at the speed in which you found yourself on your back, with all of the hybrids on top of you, trying to nuzzle into any part of your body that they could reach.

You giggled as the fox, who you now knew to be Jimin, fought his way onto your chest, licking wildly at your neck as he whined in excitement.

Yoongi, who was the closest to Jimin, joined in, licking your face.

A few minutes later, the hybrids seemed to have calmed down a bit, so you tried to sit up. Unfortunately, you were being weighed down too much.

"Alright guys, let me up. This floor isn't very comfortable." You said.

They all moved quickly moved off of you. Standing up, you walked to the opposite wall to the large sleeping mat that had been provided in the room. Sitting directly in the middle of it, you moved so that you could rest your back against the wall, with your legs stretched out in front of you.

As soon as you stopped moving, the patiently waiting hybrids were once again upon you. Jimin reclaimed his place on your lap, sitting so that he was leaning against your stomach and chest. Taehyung jumped on your left shoulder and wrapped his tail around your upper arm for stability as he laid down. Jungkook and Jin clambered on your lap as well, sitting on either side of Jimin. Yoongi laid down and placed his head on your right thigh, with Hoseok repeating his actions on your left. Namjoon moved to sit beside you, leaning into your right side and placing his head on your unoccupied shoulder.

Suddenly filled with contentment as you looked at the hybrids now peacefully resting on/against you, you smiled, resting your cheek against Namjoon's head as you once again alternated between petting each of them.

After a while, you must have dozed off, because you were startled awake by the door opening. Immediately, the three larger hybrids sprung up into standing positions, placing themselves between you and the newcomer.

"It's just me, guys." You heard Jackson say as he craned his head inside. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi proceeded to snarl, growling even louder.

"What's up?" You asked, trying to calm the three now-shaking hybrids in your lap by stroking their fur as you cautiously watched the other three. You felt Taehyung burrow himself between your neck and the wall, nuzzling his nose into the back of your head.

"Uh, well, I um, I wanted to talk to you about something real quick, if you don't mind." He said nervously, keeping a wary eye at the three standing hybrids.

At this, the four smaller hybrids latched onto you even harder, whining and whimpering. The larger three collectively took a step back, moving closer to you, with their ears pinned back.

"Oh, um, alright. Just give me a minute. I'll meet you outside." You nodded. Jackson returned the gesture before closing the door once more.

The moment the door clicked into place, all seven hybrids whined, looking towards me with big sad eyes.

"It's okay guys, I'll be right back." You reassured as you slowly peeled the smaller hybrids off you.

It took you a bit, mainly because Poor Jimin would latch back onto you as soon as you released him from your grip, but eventually, you were able to escape the room.

You were immediately greeted by the sight of a sniggering Jackson. Apparently he'd seen your struggle with the surprisingly strong fox.

Rolling your eyes at his childishness, you spoke.

"What did you need?"

Jackson cleared his throat.

"Yeah, um, about that.... Why don't we sit down for a minute." He said, gesturing to your desk.

Nodding, you moved to sit in your office chair, as he sat across from you on the other side of the desk.

"Am I in trouble or something?" You asked cautiously.

"Wha-no! Not at all!" Jackson said, waiving his hands frantically in front of him.

"O-kay, then what is this about?" You were confused, and became slightly anxious as Jackson stuttered for a second, scratching the back of his head nervously.

"W-well, I know this is kind of out of the blue, but after what happened yesterday, I got to thinking about something. Today just kinda confirmed and cemented my decision." At your enquiring nod, be continued.

"We've had those seven hybrids for a week now, and none of them have reacted to anyone in a way that's even close to the behavior they've shown to you. In the time they've been here, not even I have been able to more than put their food inside their room before getting lunged at. I was beginning to worry that we'd have to think about sending them to another shelter, but I was afraid some of them would get put down if I did. But now, I have a new, albeit unforseen and highly unusual, alternative." He paused.

"Which is?" You prompted.

"You." He stated.

"Me?" You asked, pointing to yourself in confused disbelief. He nodded.

"Yes. If you'd be willing to help, that is." You didn't even have to think twice.

"Anything. What do you need me to do?" You asked, leaning towards him unconsciously as you awaited his answer.

"Adopt them." He said seriously. He cut me off when I opened my mouth to speak.

"I know it's asking a lot, but as they are, no one would want them, and I trust you to treat them right. I really feel like you could do some good with them. I mean, they already trust you, and with this weird bond thing y'all have going on, I honestly don't think they'd take too kindly to anyone else. If money is an issue, I can help you out. I can help provide food and clothes, and anything else they'll need. Please, at least think about it." He said quickly.

"Are you done?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. He nodded sheepishly.

" I was gonna say yes. I'd love to adopt them. I have plenty of room at home. Four extra bedrooms, and a large enclosed backyard for them to play in. I even have a pool for Namjoon to play in. The others as well, if they'd like. And while I appreciate the offer, money is no issue. I have a lot saved up." You said.

"Really?!" Jackson asked, excitedly.

I smiled. "Yes really! I was thinking about it on the way home last night, and to be honest, the thought of them getting split up, or sent to another shelter bothers me as well. And I agree. I'm not sure what type of bond we have, but its definitely already a strong one, if today is any indication. I was actually going to speak to you about it when I came in tomorrow, but ya know." You laughed as Jackson beamed with relief and happiness.

"Are you sure, though? You read the files, right?" He asked, suddenly serious.

"Yes, I'm sure, and yes I read the files. If anything, that just makes me want to help them even more." You said, determinedly.

Jackson nodded.

One hour and many signatures later, you walked back into the observation room, only to be bombarded once again by seven hybrids. After giving each one a bit of attention, you spoke up.

"Listen guys, I have something important I want to talk to you about." At this, all seven backed away and sat down in a semi-circle around you. You crouched down so that you could look them all in the eyes.

"I just got through talking with Jackson, the guy from earlier. He owns the shelter, and has asked me an important question. I'm about to ask you the same one." You paused to see their reactions, inwardly cooing at how each of them cocked their heads as if to say 'get on with It'.

"Would you like to come home with me? Would you be alright with it if I adopted you? All of you."

The next thing you know, you're at the bottom of a very wiggly hybrid pile.

"I'll take that as a yes." You huffed, before giggling in happiness.

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A little while later, you'd once again escaped the observation room. This time, you were in search of Jinyoung, the shelter's Vet.

You needed to make sure that all of the Bts pack were healthy enough to be taken home today. You also needed to know when to be on the lookout for the Alphas' ruts and the Omegas' heats. For the safety and wellbeing of themselves, and you.

After finding him in his office, you were happy to hear that while some were still under weight and had mild bruising and soreness left over from before they were saved, they were, indeed, healthy enough to be taken to their new home.

You also received the necessary info about their heats/ruts. As you were leaving his office, though, he left you with some upsetting news.

While they were in the underground rings, every one of the hybrids had been given high doses of special (illegal) pills that suppressed their human sides to the point that they were stuck in their hybrid forms. They would remain as such until the medicine completely worked itself out of their systems. The length of time that would take was very hard to pinpoint, so Jinyoung was unable to give you more than the rough estimate of anywhere from one to six months for all of them, if not longer.

While it upset you, you tried to brush those feelings off. You were going to be bringing home seven new companions. It was a time to be happy, not dwelling on things you had no control over.

Shaking your head, you smiled. You had seven new friends to take home.

@im-emo-motherfuckers @btsenchanting @boononx @vannilacake @mrcleanheichou

#hybrid bts #bts hosoek #bts namjoon #bts ot7 #bts #bts v #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts suga

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* This verse was created by myself and @cazalobo and as such, this is a private verse, but if you want your muse to participate in this verse, please feel free to contact either or both of us!

-The Cree-Diaz tribe were once two separate packs, most likely originating from indigenous magical practices later intermixing with the foreigners, with the Cree Pack controlling much of southern and southeastern America, including the Caribbean, and the Diaz pack controlling much of Mexico and South America, but with the recent union of the two packs under Sean Diaz and Clementine Maria Jasmine Cree upon the threat of being hunted down by foreign threats such as the police, they became one whole tribe. Their influence extends from as far north as Atlanta, Georgia and as far south as Brazil, South America, thus making them one of the most powerful tribes in the Americas.

-Clementine is a part-time College Student while working at a bar called The New Frontier as a songstress in her human life at age nineteen.

-The shapeshifting aspect is due to genetics, meaning one must be born a shapeshifter.

-The change or the first transformation usually happens in pre-adolescence though some individuals have been known to transform at later times. After their first transformation, the shifter in the Cree-Diaz tribe gets the following tattoo, usually on the arm:

-The shapeshifters of the tribe in their wolf form possess great speed, in excess of one hundred miles per hour, which allows them to outrun motor vehicles like cars and motorcycles.

-Even in their human forms, shape-shifters are easily faster and have greater endurance than regular humans. While in human form, their strength is near-superhuman, in their wolf form, not only are they much larger than normal wolves, they are also supernaturally stronger.

-In their human forms, they live, “normal” lives in a modern society, they’re just very tightknit as a group. Once you’re in the tribe, you’re in it for life and betrayal of the family is considered as incredibly risky business.

-Shapeshifters have a very high temperature allows them to withstand very cold weather and makes it difficult for them to become overheated.

-They can heal and regenerate very fast and completely, though they are not immortal.

-They can see, hear and smell things from miles away, their sense of sight is known to be ten times better than the average human, and twice as good as the average bird of prey's, and the alphas can communicate with other animals.

-In their wolf forms, shapeshifters show the general behavior of wolves, though they retain their human intelligence, memories and character personality, up to and including showing their human eye color. Pack members are also telepathically linked with each other, enhancing their coordination during hunts and fights but allowing little or no privacy at any time.

-The Alpha Male and Alpha Female are able to communicate telepathically after performing a ritual together, and can control what thoughts they share, while the subordinates don’t possess this ability. They can willingly choose to share a thought, even from a distance, and can willingly close themselves off, something they can't do with their subordinates. The dominants can force the other pack members to obey their orders against their will, as can the betas, though they can't command their alphas. Once an alpha gives orders to members of the pack, their orders are obeyed blindly. The pack members cannot directly disobey commands even if they are in disagreement. This ability, however, is limited to members of their own pack.

RANKS

Although much bigger and much smarter than average wolves, the tribe has adopted the primitive wolf lifestyle, even in a modern society. They live and work as a team and tend to be very close knit. It's highly unlikely males will be accepted by the alpha male. Sons may also find themselves evicted when they are mature too, or as tradition spoke of, but this practice is considered taboo nowadays, due to the setting being present in a modern day and age.

The alphas represent the most dominant rank in the wolf pack, and so are held in the highest esteem by the other members of the unit. Along with sole breeding ( or according to tradition at least ), the alphas are responsible for control and leadership of the pack, including establishing pack territory, leading hunts, and accepting or rejecting outside wolves. The loss of an alpha can spell complete dissolution for the entire tribe. Because of this, the alphas always eat first, and are always awarded the biggest and best portions of the kill. Lower-ranking individuals showing disrespect to the alpha will be punished, or sometimes banished from the tribe. Due to the alphas’ vital importance to the viability of the pack, their safety is a first priority, and so the majority of enforcement falls to the next-in-command: the betas.

Alpha Female: Females were traditionally almost always the alphas in a shapeshifter pack (however strange that may seem). This was because the females could lead better hunts and battles and, on the whole, were a lot more strategic than the males, but nowadays, they’re moreso equals alongside the Alpha Male. She is the biggest of the females and nowadays her duty is to watch over the tribe and make sure the pups are safe in times of great danger, and can accept or reject outside wolves. She will be guarded ferociously by the dominant male. She, like the alpha male, rules over each and every one of the pack, and each newcomer must gain her and the alpha male’s acceptance before the group begins to accept them into the tribe.

Alpha Male: Traditionally the Alpha Female’s mate and father to all her pups, but nowadays, this doesn’t necessarily have to be the case; they can easily be friends or family members, but the tradition is still expected to be upheld. The Alpha Male is the strongest and the biggest of the pack. His job is to control the pack when the Alpha Female is having pups or is otherwise busy, and he also leads the hunts and the battles. He is expected to breed with mateless females should they desire pups and mark territories, and should another attempt to claim his position, he must fight to defend it. Like the Alpha Female, he is also capable of accepting or rejecting outside wolves. He rules over every male in the pack, and, at times, will be dominant over the Alpha Female if it is to protect her. When a new male takes lead, it is up to him whether or not the pups are killed or spared. He also will have to deal with the mothers and whether or not they put up a fight. He could easily be chased from the tribe by the females of the pack, even the subordinate males and omega if they feel he is unfit for the role. However, due to the modern day and age, this practice is disbanded as the killing of pups are considered immoral.

Beta Male & Female: Usually mates, but this is not necessary. These are the ones which the Alphas trust to take care of the tribe in their absence. The Betas are usually quite strong and powerful and they fight by the Alpha’s side in battle - this rank is won by earning the trust of the alphas. They are often the wolves which will first confront a newcomer or potential threat. The betas serve both as enforcement and second-in-command, often taking over control while the alphas are away or preoccupied with breeding ( or as tradition recalls ). Should anything happen to an alpha, a beta is next in line. As such, these wolves are also highly respected within the tribe, and receive the next choicest portion of the kill. The betas are believed to be the most trusted and most bonded companions of the alpha pair, acting as “generals” in the tribe.

Gammas: These are the average members of the pack. All other wolves in the group are considered subordinates, though they serve important roles in the pack dynamic. The mid-ranking wolves fall between the betas and the lowest rank, the omega. These wolves often serve as babysitters to the pups when the alphas and betas are away, and may fill the roles of watchers, scouts, teachers, hunters, or protectors, depending on what is needed at the time.

Fledges: These are the offspring of the pack and future members. The pups must have a mother and father ( or two maternal / paternal figures that is more accepted in modern day society ) that belonged to the pack, unless if they’re recruited strays and orphans, and whatever may become of these pups in that scenario are entirely up to the alphas.

Omegas: Omegas are the lowest ranking members of the group, usually consisting of one individual of either sex. A member would usually move down to this category after doing something wrong or something the Alphas or pack do not agree with. Although this is all true, the omegas are still very important to the pack as they act like a decoy or, so to speak, a clown when the pack is fighting an enemy. This works because the Omega would usually try to play with the enemy while the other members of the pack get ready to attack, unknown to the annoyed enemy. These wolves would usually eat last and would stay in this category until the Alphas feel the accused has re-earned the packs trust. Life as an omega can be difficult, eating last and taking the brunt of aggression from the rest of the pack. These individuals may choose to leave the group in search of a higher ranking position or to breed, and can be replaced as ranks are shuffled overtime. Older omegas are often allowed to retire, rescinding their position and being looked after by the pack. Alleviating aggression is the omegas principle role, and this is often done through initiating play as a way to burn off excess negative energy. As a result, long-time omegas often bear the scars of their submissive position. However, due to the modern day and age, it is a very debatable topic in the tribe about whether or not to remove the position.

Apostates: Individuals who are no longer among the tribe. They may be former members exiled or killed for betraying the pack or the alphas, the wounded, the sick, those too weak to fight and need to be taken care of or they have injuries that need to be tended to, traitors, the banished, the deceased, renegades, members who disappeared mysteriously and cannot be found, individuals taken by enemy groups, escaped captives, or simply those who have left the group.

�� Punishments

Murder: If you murder a member of the pack or an accepted pup then this will cause in instant banishment or even death.

Dominance: If you do not accept that the Alphas are the most dominant in the pack and you try to knock them off their place with no arranged fight or audience then this will cause in you being moved down to the Omega position.

Betrayal: If you betray the pack or the Alphas or betray the secret that the pack are all shapeshifters, this will cause in either banishment or being placed in the Omega position, or even death.

Crossbreeding: This is when a member of the pack allows themselves to be mated with an outside shapeshifter that does not belong to the tribe. The pups will be killed and the accused will be moved down to the Omega position, according to tradition, but in the modern day and age, it’s a hot topic of debate.

Lust: If a member of the pack mates with another member of the pack without informing one of the Alphas this will cause in the accused being pushed down to the Omega position for a while and possibly the pups death, according to tradition, but in the modern day and age, it’s a hot topic of debate.

Abandonment: If a member of the pack abandons the tribe, especially a pup, then that member is no longer welcome on their lands and will most likely be chased out or even killed.

Antisocialism: This is when a member of the tribe refuses to work or speak with the other pack members. Although this might not seem very serious, one antisocial wolf could result in the whole pack’s downfall if not dealt with quickly enough. The accused will be taken somewhere private with the Alpha to be spoken to. But if that does not work and the wolf in question still refuses to work as a team this could result in being placed in the Omega position until some sense is knocked into them or even be banished.

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THE TRIBE

Clementine Maria Jasmine Cree - Alpha Female || @agirlinhell

Sean Diaz - Alpha Male || @cazalobo

Betas: N/A thus far unless if someone wants to interact in this verse.

Gammas: N/A thus far - all NPC’s thus far unless if someone wants to interact in this verse.

Violet Louis Aasim Ruby Omar Rosie Mitch Marlon Brody Minerva Sophie James Charlie Duck Gabriel Garcia Mariana Garcia Justin Therissa Jasper Erin Joey Maddie Lamar Alex Dewey Trey Stephanie Lyla Park Eric Adam Barnes Ellery Winchell Brody Holloway Chris Eriksen Charles Eriksen Cassidy Finn Penny Hannah Jacob Ingrid Anders

Fledges: N/A thus far - all NPC’s thus far unless if someone wants to interact in this verse.

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Omegas: N/A thus far - all NPC’s thus far unless if someone wants to interact in this verse.

#v; THE SHE WOLF THAT BRINGS ME TO MY KNEES. ( SHAPESHIFTER AU. )#( VERSES. )#tw; long post #( it's a long post under the cut!! )

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Inhuman of The Day

February 1st - Black Bolt

Blackgarr Boltagon, the eldest son of the former King and Queen of the Inhumans, Lord Agon and his wife, Queen Rynda. Blackgarr (or Black Bolt as he is later called) was exposed to the Terrigen Mists when he was still in his mother’s womb. As a result, he was born already possessing incredible powers. Along with enhanced strength, flight, and the ability to destabilize molecules, his powers additionally include a tremendous electron blast localized in his vocal cords.

The infant Black Bolt’s initial cry released a devastating sonic boom that nearly destroyed the birthing center. Due to the volatile and potentially destructive nature of Black Bolt’s sonic powers, he was placed in a sound-nullifying chamber and he spent much of his youth sequestered in isolation. During his adolescence, Black Bolt’s young cousin, Medusa, would frequently visit him. Though he was unable to talk with her, Medusa gradually learned to communicate with her cousin through gestures, intuition, and body language. Over the course of her many visits, the two fell in love.

Black Bolt trained with Inhuman monks so to gain greater mastery over his sonic powers. Through extreme discipline, Black Bolt learned to never unintentionally utter a sound, not even while asleep. Once this mastery was attained, Black Bolt was finally allowed release from confinement and entry into Attilan society.

Despite the hardships that Black Bolt had endured throughout his youth, his younger brother, Maximus, had grown terribly envious of him. As the elder son of Agon, Black Bolt was first in line of succession for the crown. Supremely cunning and ambitious, Maximus coveted the crown for himself and for this he hated his older brother.

As part of a scheme to win the throne, Maximus entered into a pack with a group of Kree assassins disguised as emissaries. Black Bolt discovered this plot and attempted to stop the assassins with his sonic powers. He destroyed the fleeing Kree ship but it unfortunately crashed into the royal retreat, killing Black Bolt’s parents. With the death of King Agon, Black Bolt was made the new king and he named Medusa as his fiancé and the voice of the king.

This tale has since been retconed and slightly altered, revealing that the Inhuman now known as ‘The Unspoken’ had temporarily stepped in as a stewardship king following Agon’s death. The Unnamable’s tenure as ruler was meant to be temporary and only last until Black Bolt was ready to take the throne. Nonetheless, The Unspoken decided not to abdicate the crown and instead attempted to rule Attilan as a tyrant. Black Bolt ultimately defeated The Unspoken. The tyrant was banished and all record of his name and acts were struck from the history of Attilan (hence the term of ‘The Unspoken’).

Once Black Bolt finally took the throne, one of his earlier acts as king was to free the Alpha Primates, a slave caste who had served Attilan for generations. Although it was the morally right thing to do, this decree was quite unpopular among the other Inhumans. Freedom proved a difficult concept to comprehend for the Alpha Primitives; after generations of living only to maintain the mechanical inner workings of subterranean Attilan, it was the only life they knew. The Alpha Primitives ultimately decided to continue their maintenance of Attilan, only now as a free people, sustaining an uneasy alliance with the surface dwelling Inhumans.

Along with fending off the constant schemes of his brother, Black Bolt has additionally had numerous adventures outside of Attilan. Such adventures have included battles against threats such as Kang the Conqueror, Ultron 13, Blastaar, Apocalypse, The High Evolutionary, The Sphinx, Graviton, and Maelstrom. Although the Kree still consider The Inhumans to be unholy abominations, Black Bolt nevertheless aided the Kree hero, Captain Mar-Vell, in repelling a Skrull invasion.

With the assistance of Prince Namor and The Eternals of Olympia, Black Bolt was able to enact a plan to relocate the City of Attilan from the coast of South America to a new location in the remote mountain range of The Himalayas. This act helped to ensure Attilan’s safety from threats posed by the human world and allowed The Inhumans to continue in their desire to remain an isolated people.

With the gradual breakdown of the Earth’s ozone layer and ever increasing levels of air pollution, the planet became inhospitable to The Inhumans. Having lived for generations in the secluded confines of Attilan, the Inhumans had never developed the specific antibodies needed to withstand polluted air. With the help of Reed Richards, Black Bolt relocated Attilan once more, this time to the oxygen-rich Blue Area of The Moon.

Shortly after Attilan’s relocation to the Blue Area of the Moon, Black Bolt and Medusa were official wed. Although this marriage defied the wishes of The Genetic Council, the wedding was a cause for great celebration among the citizens of Attilan. The wedding was briefly disrupted by a battle that was being waged by a Kree warrior and a Super Skrull (two agents of their respective peoples who had been stranded on the moon following The Shi’ar’s trial of Jean Grey). With the help of The Fantastic Four, Black Bolt and the other members of the Royal Family were able to quell this battle and the two combatants were transported back to their home worlds by The Watcher. Attilan enjoyed a newfound era of peace and security in its new home on the moon. And yet, with this peace, the citizens of Attilan no longer felt as reliant on their king to protect them. Black Bolt and his queen remained very popular among the people, but their rule over the governance of Attilan swayed and the Genetic Council came to have more and more power and say over the affairs of The Inhumans.

With this shift in power, The Genetic Council instituted laws mandating a greater adherence to the philosophy of eugenics and the practice of arranged marriages. It was at this time that Medusa announced that she was pregnant with Black Bolt’s child. This revelation quite dismayed the Genetic Council. The council was worried that the destructive potentiality of Black Bolt’s powers, coupled with the history of mental illness in his immediate family (his brother), could result in an offspring that might pose a great threat to the safety of Attilan. The council ordered that Queen Medusa terminate her pregnancy. An anguished Black Bolt struggled with what to do. He very much wanted a child, but also knew the great dangers that his powers entail. It was indeed quite possible that passing down his abilities to a son or daughter could put all of Attilan at substantial risk. Medusa, meanwhile, was outraged by her husband’s apparent refusal to oppose the council. Utilizing Lockjaw’s teleportation abilities Medusa fled Attilan with her handmaid, Mynxi, and hid out in a remote location in the American midwest. Medusa was eventually sought out by her sister, Crystal, along with her cousins, Gorgon, Triton, and Karnak.

Protected by her friends, Medusa gave birth to her child… a son whom she named Ahura. Ahura possessed powers, but not on the scale or magnitude that the council had so feared. They all returned to Attilan and Medusa eventually reconciled with Black Bolt.

At an undisclosed point in time, Black Bolt had entered into a secret alliance with other leaders of the super powered community. This cabal, known as ‘The Illuminati,’ consisted of Reed Richards of The Fantastic Four, Tony Stark of The Avengers, Prince Namor, ruler of Atlantis, and Dr. Stephan Strange, Earth’s Sorcerer Supreme. One of The Illuminati’s early endeavors was an incursion onto The Skrull Throne-world to dissuade the Skrulls from further hostilities toward the Earth. Unfortunately, Black Bolt and the others were temporarily captured during this mission and Skrull scientists were able to reverse engineer the biological qualities of the heroes’ super-powers – an accomplishment that would much later lead the way to a near-successful invasion of Earth.

Later, the Terrigen Crystals were stolen by Crystal’s ex-husband, Quicksilver, and the majority of these stolen crystals ended up in the hands of the United State’s Government. This led to the Silent War event, which culminated in the US Military detonating a nuclear bomb on the moon, destroying a substantial section of Attilan and killing countless Inhumans. Although the crystals had been recovered, Black Bolt’s failure to protect his people led to his stepping down from the throne and abdicating the crown to his brother, Maximus.

Some time thereafter, Black Bolt was abducted by the Skrulls and replaced with a Super Skrull imposter. This imposter was ultimately discovered and killed by The Illuminati. This occurred at the onset of the Secret Invasion event and the Skrulls attempted to conquer Attilan at the same time they invaded the Earth. Inhuman forces, led by Medusa, fended off the Skrull invasion. Medusa then assembled a strike-force to rescue her husband. She succeeded in this and, once freed, Black Bolt used his powers to decimate the Skull armada. Having found the kingship much more difficult and taxing than he thought it would be, Maximus stepped down and asked Black Bolt to return to the throne.

The devastation of the Skull Empire created a power vacuum in the cosmos, one that was quickly filled by the Shi’Ar and their new leader, the ultra-powerful mutant known as Vulcan. As Vulcan continued his conquest over an ever-expanding empire, The Kree presented themselves to The Inhumans, offering a pack to join forces in an attempt to stave off Vulcan and The Shi’ar. As part of this pack, Black Bolt was named ruler of the Kree people and his cousin, Crystal, was ceremoniously wed to Ronan the Accuser.

Led by Black Bolt and an elite faction of the Inhuman Royal Guard, the Kree fought a bloody war against Vulcan and The Shi’Ar. It culminated in a massive battle where Black Bolt defeated and destroyed Vulcan yet appareled to have also perished himself. Believing Black Bolt dead, Medusa assumed rulership over The Inhumans as well as the Kree and Attilan was relocated to the new Kree homeward of Kon-Tar.

Shortly thereafter, The Kree Supreme Intelligence managed to reattain lordship over The Kree Empire and The Inhumans fled from Kon-Tar. The Supreme Intelligence (or Supremor) knew of an ancient Kree prophecy that told that the creation of Inhumans would bring about an anomaly that would ultimately tear down the empire and kill Supremor. In order to prevent this prophecy from coming to fruition, Supremor dispatched warships to destroy every planet in which Terrigenic Experimentation had taken place. Only five worlds managed to evade this culling. The Inhumans from these five remaining worlds came together to form the Court of The Universal Inhumans. A newly returned Black Bolt who, as it turns out did not die in his battle with Vulcan, was named the Midnight King and ruler of the Universal Inhumans - with the four queens of the other Inhuman people becoming his ceremonial brides (much to Medusa’s chagrin).

Black Bolt returned Attilan to Earth and there he helped the FF defeat the Council of Alternate Universe Reed Richards, before leading a defense that repelled a Kree invasion of Earth. With The Kree finally defeated, Black Bolt dissolved the Court of The Universal Inhumans. Crystal’s marriage to Ronan was annulled and The Kree were sent away to rule over their own empire, leaving Earth and the other Inhuman planets in peace.

Attilan enjoyed a short time of relative tranquility following the defeat of The Kree. Yet it was not long before a new threat emerged. Thanos the Mad Titan came to discover that he had a son sired by an unnamed Inhuman who was residing among the Inhumans of Earth. It was foretold that Thanos’ son was the one being who could succeed in destroying him and Thanos dispatched his forces to Earth to discover and kill his prodigy.

Black Bolt and his brother, Maximus, understood the extreme level of threat that Thanos posed to not just Attilan, but all of Earth. Together they devised a daring and intricate plan to save their race and their planet. Black Bolt was privy to a great secret, a hidden truth passed down from king to king since the age of Randak. And that being that the citizens of Attilan were not the only Inhumans on Earth. Over the centuries, many Inhumans had left Attilan to create their own colonies all over the planet and the Inhuman genetic loading had become ingrained into a significant portion of the earth’s population. Black Bolt and Maximus came up with a means of triggering the Inhuman gene throughout the population, causing a mass Terrigenesis that would create hundreds of new Inhumans and provide Earth with a new wave of super powered beings to defend mankind against the oncoming threat.

All of Attilan was evacuated. The citizens were sent through the Door of Elldrac and transported to safety. Thanos arrived on Attilan to find it deserted save for Black Bolt. The two battled and when Black Bolt appeared to have been defeated, he released a massive sonic screen that destroyed Attilan and trigger a Terrigebnic Bomb. This bomb released a billowing cloud of Terrigen Mists. (all this is a rather condensed summery of the Infinity Event, made slightly less complicated of the sake of readability).

The Terrigen Cloud crept over the planets surface. It had no effect on regular humans; those human with the Inhuman gene, however, were encased in a cocoon-like shell and emerged transformed into Inhumans. Among those who were transformed by the Terrine Cloud was young Thane, the secret son of Thanos. Terrigenesis bestowed onto Thane tremendous abilities, powers that he ultimately used to defeat his father and put an end to Thanos’ threat to Earth.

Attilan had been destroyed and its remnants fell onto the island of Manhattan, with the majority splashing down into the Hudson Bay. Black Bolt was once again believed dead and Medusa took the throne, overseeing the creation of New Attilan. All NuHumans, those Inhumans who had been created by the Terrine Cloud, were welcome on New Attilan and Medusa was tasked with providing for these new citizens of Attilan while also searching out those were sent to places unknown via the Door of Elldrac. All the while, Medusa was left to believe that her husband and her son, Ahura, had perished in the fall of Attilan.

His battle with Thanos, and the massive sonic attack that triggered the Terrigen Bomb had left Black Bolt depleted and weakened. Maximus seized this opportunity to use his telepathic powers to take control of Black Bolt’s will. Black Bolt had previously been able to resist his brother’s psychic abilities, but in this weakened state, he fell under Maximus’ sway. (there’s a bit of a disparity on how these events are told in the pages of ‘Inhuman’ and how it’s told in the pages of New Avengers; and once again this is truncated summery for the purposes of clarity).

Black Bolt was ultimately able to break free of his brother’s control with the assistance of the NuHuman known as Nur. He returned to New Attilan in time to help repel an invasion by the Agents of Ennuix.

Queen Medusa felt great ambivalence over the discovery that her husband was still alive. Though she was happy to see him again, she felt betrayed that he had stayed away so long, leaving her to create and govern New Attilan all on her own. She stated that her husband no longer had a place ruling at her side. Black Bolt could have tried to explain that he had been held prisoner by his brother, but instead chose to simply concede to his wife’s wishes. He bowed down to her as his queen and flew off to places unknown.

By way of his involvement with The New Avengers Illuminati, Black Bolt was aware of the incursions of alternate realities leading up to the Secret Wars Event. Convinced that his own reality was doomed, Black Bolt entered into a secret pact with Kang The Conquerer whereby he offered Kang his son, Ahura, in exchange for Kang’s taking Ahura into Limbo where he would be safe from the reality incursions. Following the Secret Wars event, where all reality was indeed destroyed and then recreated, Black Bolt set out to take back Ahura from Kang. This proved to be much more difficult than planned and Black Bolt was forced to ask for the assistance of his estranged wife, Medusa, and her new Uncanny Inhumans team.

Black Bolt and The uncanny Inhumans were ultimately able to save Ahura and Ahura utilized his newly enhanced psychic powers to ensure that Kang would no longer threaten the Inhuman peoples.

Although he was able to save his son, Black Bolt has not been able to do the same for his marriage and he and Medusa continue to be estranged from one another. Rather than residing in New Attilan, Black Bolt has new created a new home in the form of a secretive club called ‘The Quiet Room’ situated underneath Grand Central Station in Manhattan.

More recently, Black Bolt was felled by a sneak attack orchastred by Emma Frost and The Dazzler. Taking Black Bolt out was the initial move in a stratum to neutralize the Inhumans so that The X-Men could destroy the Terrigen Cloud and save their species. Black Bolt is currently incarcerated by The X-Men and what will become of him is yet to be seen.

This upcoming spring, Black Bolt is set to star in his own solo series by writer Saladam Ahmed and Christian Ward; he will also be a cast member in the new Inhumans team book, The Royals, by Al Ewing and Jonboy Meyers.

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MY AMORAL COMPASS

Back from a couple of weeks from the island...I managed to avoid watching any TV news whatsoever, but of course ended up going through a daily paper to catch up up the unfolding nightmares...The easy stuff first...the greeting phrase 'Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen' is no longer acceptable to use as an address to passengers on the London Underground...because of 'belonging to yesterday' and might be construed somehow as offensive to those with sex changes and those who are undetermined as to their gender. It has been substituted with 'Good morning everyone'. Hmm. Surely after having thought long and hard (arf) about about penis removal, vaginal implants and oestrogen supplements and the male right to wear female clothes OR vice versa etc etc, one would be HAPPY to be called that which the individual truly felt themselves to be? Political correctness is a soul numbingly ridiculous conceit which will lead to total destruction of sanity and will only breed deeper mistrust and hatreds among dangerous idiots. And a sense of misplaced righteous pride among those who seek to fill their time with utterly empty causes.

If you are a bisexual woman, you are a female. If you are a masculine lesbian, you are a female, If youare a cross-dressing man, you are a male in touch with your feminine side. If you are a homosexual man who takes the more 'submissive' role, you are a gay male.Etc etc. If you are pre Op, you are the sex your heart tells you you are, male or female. If you are a human being who could take actual offence at being called a lady or a gentleman, you are a moron.Well, then again, who likes being pigeon-holed eh?Arf. Next....

Brexit will apparently cost 36 billion pounds, WELL worth it eh? We will just have to print more notes on plastic paper. Every penny helps...and at least G.B got 3.5 billion quid from selling arms to Saudi Arabia, so we will only be morally bankrupt. Britain on the hunt for more useful cheap deals includes Chlorine dioxide washed chickens from the always healthy USA. Dr Fox of our government blustered that Americans have been eating such for years and there is nothing wrong with them... Ermmmm...Hmmm...Eventually we will find that Fox ends up on the board of chicken exporters. No puns needed. It's all foul:-) (Fowl, geddit?) How much of the imported chicken is real anyway? Pumped with water and antibiotics...Mc Donalds continue to advertise that their burgers are 100percent cow. Yes...hooves, tails, entrails and eyeballs all. But at least they are being truthful eh? Let's hope the politicians in the pay of Monsanto are the first to discover their grandchildren are born with three arms. (Or more likely, they only eat the expensive foods not imported for the proletariat.)

Speaking of antibiotics... the English newspapers were full of the 'new' idea that now, perhaps, maybe, people should not finish their course of such pills when they feel better. In direct contradiction to the accepted usual doctor's warning to take the full box/es to make sure. The building of resistance is growing. Another story mentioned that the regular drinking of alcohol can stave off future diabetes...I am only just starting to think (yes I am this slow) that doctors haveno real feckin idea about some basics, even after centuries of experiments on human white mice.

Meanwhile...Wu Xialou the three foot Chinese robot now in use, which can create arrest warrants and approve indictments...'Case management robots'...love the way they almost look friendly. Not long before Robocop is a reality. And AI goes all Terminator on us.

'When people who can read and write start fighting on behalf of people who can't, you just end up with another kind of stupidity. If you want to help them, build a big library or something somewhereand leave the door open'. T.P

So, one more time for the world...thrill at the possibilities of existence...

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Meanwhile again, 'various' countries continue to respond to threats they themselves created in order to justify their heinous actions. Hello to Turkey, North Korea, Russia, the USA and...well,most countries have been doing this for a while. History is full of messianic little men with complexes wanting to make their country great. Hello Nero, Napoleon, Hitler, Stalin, Blair, Putin and Trump. How tall is Erdogan? Or the next guy...The Pilsbury Dough Boy/Kim Wrong Un has been rejoicing over his North Korean penis missile now being able to reach 6,200 miles. Hello America. Duck Fart's rhetoric matches Chairman Cheese's bizarre rants for rant. Little dogs like to make noise. 'Fire and fury' indeed. Yap yap yap, have them put down. (Using only sarcasm and satire of course. Wouldn't want the NSA to think I meant such admirable leaders should be shot like rabid canines. No sir.)

Referring to the situation, a spokesman for the Chinese government was quoted as saying; 'The man with nothing to lose does not fear the man with something to lose'. AKA'The barefoot man does not fear the man with no shoes'.

Donald actually referred to global warming as being a hoax invented by China. No, not fake news. Safe in a world where every president is as paranoid as the people.

POTUS/DOOFUS...arf...I saw a documentary last week which reminded me that good old boy President Nixon (a very honest guy) used to speak of himself often in the third person, just like Duck Fart continues to do. Draw your own conclusions on the wall in blood graffiti. But now, after many workplace postings of those 'absolutely qualified' to do their jobs and who, a few weeks later were sacked for following the law, or believing in their own importance more than paying obeisance to the president, the White House is now full of generals...(an 'axis of adults' as it has been described)... So, things are looking up eh? Obviously the world is far safer in the hands of those directly connected to the military industrial complex who follow the orders of a mentally unbalanced gurning egomaniac. And as for his plan to work with Russia on a 'cyber security unit'...'Not the dumbest idea I have ever heard, but it's pretty close', as a member of the Senate's armed services committee said. Yup.

Watch closely for his reactions to Russia's imminent massive wargames.... 100,000 soldiers to be in play on the Eastern side...Is this whereFinland, Estonia et al are invaded to protect the holders of Russian passports?

'There is nothing better than an external threat to keep everyone focused in the wrong direction'.

My last blog had wrong information, (aka; 'alternative facts') courtesy of Russian sources being quoted in the Western press, it seems that the Daesh death cult leader Baggy Daddy is still alive. Would have thought he was looking forward to fast track paradise but it appears that clinging to the desert like an infectious sand tick and having sex with kidnapped under aged girls is more preferable. Better luck next time says the unsmiling peace monger.

A true shame on Hindus in India for false accusations, leading to actual murder against Moslems for being rude in various ways to cows. Yes, yum yum cows. The killers have had no punishment whatsoever. Legal terms of imprisonment for killing a cow can be from 5 to 14 years (very reasonable eh?...whereas manslaughter can be 2 years. Nice to see a country who gave the world Yoga have such a balanced perspective.) The world expects this crap from other mainstream religions, not you.

Another TV reality show bites the big one...Eden. Paradise Lost...23 people (of course) agreed to be put into the Scottish highlands with the most basic tools, enough food for first 100 days. Of course they divided up fast into male/female Alphas/ Betas/Lord of the Flies factions and imploded fast into dire horribleness. If the future of our beautiful planet is to be decided/populated by those types who wantto be on television, we are absolutely fecked. Fecked is the mystery word tonight...it avoids me having to pretend to be polite and use asterisks, whilst retaining the clear meaning. It has appeared due to me watching a great interview with Cillian Murphy.

Sherlock or Homeland,Boardwalk Empire, House of Cards, Peaky Blinders, Taboo,or Billions,better and better TV series, at last, great acting, direction and scripts, some real intelligence on television to balance the mass culture of dumbing down via the conspiracy of counter-evolution. But just maybe....

'Good and bad are fairy tales, we have evolved to attach an emotional significance to what is nothing more than the survival strategy of the pack animal'. We are conditioned to attach divinity to utility... good isn't really good, evil isn't really wrong...'The Holmes sister...

And now a long quote by a dead American genius, circa 1982.

‘’People are just not accustomed to excellence because, when you go to school you are not given the criteria by which to judge between quality this or quality that. All they do is teach you just enough to be some kind of a slug in a factory, to do your job so you can take home a pay check, and consume some other stuff that someone else makes. The thing that separates Americans apart from the rest of the cultures in the world is we're so fukcing stupid. This country's been around for a couple hundred years and we think we're hot shit...we don't even realise that other countries have thousands of years of history and culture and they're proud of it, and when we deal on an international level with foreigners in policy...they must laugh up their sleeves at us because we are nothing. We are culturally nothing. We're only interested in the bottom line. And I think that a country that doesn't do something to sustain its culture, whatever it is, doesn't invest in it, doesn't keep it happening, isn't proud of it,maybe they just shouldn't exist, because its the culture and the beautiful things a society produces, those are the things which should survive for thousands of years, not the designer jeans.’’

Something almost normal, (for a change)...In the last blog I wrote that magpies sound like Edgard Varese...having spent a couple of weeks doing gardening in England, I will alter to that 'they sound exactly like a wire rake being scraped across concrete'. Check it out after you have spent an hour cutting down a ten foot hedge......

'the main object of the ego's desire to separate from the wave is to avoid death'

Walking around the streets and watching, sitting at home catching up on the newspapers...If Britain ever has to fight a war with soldiery again, we are surely doomed. There is a hollow which has been created in my country in the last few decades, an energy lost. Teach Bravery, Morality and determination at schools. The mass are hypnotised and malleable. Perhaps the freezing shower of Brexit will result in some type of revolution but we have undermined ourselves and are naked, wide open and powerless to be taken total advantage of...by both our former allies as well as our genuine enemies.

Getting closer to the future of serotonin, noradrenalin and dopamine in newborns to determine their predilection to becoming criminals/ rebels/ sociopaths/ musicians etc. By 2023 don't be surprised if your baby is taken away for longer than normal and injected with extra balanced goodness at the same time as being implanted. A brave new world, right around the corner...Mind you (arf) most of us could do with more serotonin, might just make us evolve into better human beings...Speaking of which/witch....

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Have fun, you astral kids...23 skiddoo and all hail Discordia....

How am I? Thank you for asking...I now have a new health problem to go with the six others...at some point all of them will make themselves felt at the same time as a new depression and I will do the holy deed (not a joke or a cry for help, just calmly factual) but not just yet. 37 songs recorded so far in 12 five hour sessions...I have decided on one more session of recording to finish the two double cds, plus an extra cd of strange things and am doing the next book while there is 'time'. Apparently, I am a 'romanticist' and 'libertarian'. Loved the way the first epithet was used in a very negative way by a religious pragmatist.I am just optimistic enough to believe that human entropy can be avoided...the pessimist occasionally wonders if extinction is also a type of evolution. Dancers on a postcard to the unusual address...Deliver us from evil, for WE are the power and the glory.

'I remember when all this will be again'.

Lucid Dreaming in the Sky with ....Maybe a lover losing control, maybe the moonlight of alcohol. Maybe the temple of a mystic cabal, maybe the muse of a young femme fatale..

.Holy days over...time to go back to school...bunk off and self educate...it never did me no harm eh? See you after the autumnal equinox...Love. Love more.

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#TeenWolf Season 6 Ep 8 "Blitzkrieg" aka 1st Clue

This episode starts out on an ominous note as Mr. Douglas, a uniformed officer in what looks like the Waffen SS, pours scotch into an ice-filled swastika glass at a table with a group of other high-ranking Nazi officials. He addresses the group, saying, "imagine an army not burdened with the weakness of ordinary soldiers [referring to the wild hunt]" He believes that the dead of the wild hunt would be better, stronger, faster soldiers--that they would be an "unstoppable army with power [they] had never seen." When asked how he was going to pull such an army together, Mr. Douglas, who cuts an imposing figure clears the room--literally. Although the other officers at first titter, grumble, clear their throats and converse amongst themselves, they soon turn their attention to Mr. Douglas, only to be killed after expressing doubt and asking questions, their blood spilling across a map of Nazi territory in Europe, save one officer.

Cut to Stiles' bedroom where Sheriff Noah Stilinski lovingly touches Stiles' things, going across to his murder board and setting up pins with connecting threads, ostensibly in order to solve the mystery of Stiles' abduction by the wild hunt. I've said it before and I'll say it again--best. TV Dad. Ever. In a way, Sheriff Stilinski reminds me of my own late Father and that is that mark of a well written character. He reminds us of the people we love. Soon Stiles' room is set up and looking more like what it once did.

Lydia and Scott discuss "the plan," which includes, as Peter so succinctly puts it, rescuing Stiles so that Stiles can come up with a plan. Unfortunately, in order to rescue Stiles and get him through the rift (see my previous recaps and reviews), the pack must have an alpha turn him into a werewolf. There are several implications that must be explored if this is to be a possibility. Firstly, who will Stiles be once he's a wolf? We've already seen void Stiles and it wasn't pretty. Secondly, this will leave the pack dangerously low on humans to help them out with things only humans can do. Thirdly, this will put Stiles right in Peter's crosshairs, which will directly affect Peter's biological daughter, pack member, Malia as well as potentially leading to a situation wherein she never finds another anchor. This will drastically change the group dynamic. And as Peter points out, this is not a well considered plan. Scott is very brave and will do absolutely anything in this world to save his friend. That's admirable. I'm sure Stiles wants to be rescued too! But what will the final cost be? Lydia wants Scott to be rescued at any cost and won't let anyone get in her way. Peter is the main voice of dissent here and he's likely got a darn good point when he suggests that a better plan is "run like hell." Peter has promised to help Malia, but Peter fears that this anti-plan plan will in fact put Malia and himself in more danger. I wonder if Peter won't try to find Malia's Mom or adopted Dad to try and convince her of this one way or another to stop taking what he sees as unnecessary risks...

Melissa and Chris Argent investigate the dead ghost rider and are caught by Mr. Douglas who has no pretensions about being completely evil. He's looking for the hellhound and Chris Argent refuses to help him find Parrish. While Mr. Douglas is about to kill Argent, Melissa McCall volunteers him to help Mr. Douglas. It is clear Argent would rather have died.

Poor Mason is missing Corey as Hayden drives him to help the pack find Stiles and Corey. Mason looks through Corey's phone to find only pictures of him and Corey within it. Corey loves Mason very much and Mr. Douglas did not want Corey around to mess up whatever Douglas' plans were for the wild hunt (and believe me, he has some). In the mean time, we can bet that Mr. Douglas is going to need some more fresh and tasty pineal glands. That could present a problem for the pack, though it could ultimately be Mr. Douglas' undoing.

The pack finds the rift and while they're keeping Theo prisoner, Theo tells them that Mr. Douglas has already figured out how to find and fight the ghost riders. Luckily for Theo, Theo knows all about Mr. Douglas the zombie Nazi werewolf. Covenient, right? Who's Theo more afraid of? The pack or Mr. Douglas? Mr. Douglas seems like the greater threat right now and the question remains: how much (if at all) did Theo change while he was locked away, being killed over and over and over again by his sister? How many times can someone have their heart ripped out before it changes them? Isn't that the philosophical question...

Theo insists that Liam break Kira's sword and that if he does so, he will share everything he knows about Mr. Douglas with the pack. When Liam finally does, the look in Theo's eyes suggests that he thinks he still has some measure of control over Liam (remember the incident between Liam and Scott when the moon was at its perigee last season?). Theo keeps his word. The moment Liam breaks the sword, Theo shares with the pack that Mr. Douglas is a Löwenmensch, part lion, part werewolf.

Flashback to when Mr. Douglas and the Nazis were searching for the wild hunt. Grenadier Abel, the soldier he spared in the officers' quarters is sent through the breach and into the wild hunt's den once he realizes he can't get in himself. Of course he can get in, but that doesn't work for long and the poor grenadier dies almost immediately, at which point the ghost riders show up and unleash their wrath on Douglas' attaching soldiers. Mr. Douglas really is one heck of a guy. Like Theo, he volunteers everyone else to die before him without a thought. While a case could be made that Theo is a bit of a narcissist or a narcissistic sociopath, Mr. Douglas is a true sociopath. When the rider whips Mr. Douglas, nothing happens. It simply pisses Douglas off. Bad move, ghost rider guy.

Theo says that Mr. Douglas kept looking for a way to make ghost riders into soldiers and that he found three scientists who he felt could help him. Three guesses who those scientists were (see what I did there?). Of course, they didn't help him. They experimented on Mr. Douglas. The cut he received from the ghost rider's whip mixed with the fluid in his tank and made him stronger, a side effect the dread doctors didn't expect. Mr. Douglas was sustained within his tank for all those years and became a werewolf/löwenmensch/ghost rider. Mr. Douglas is fairly unstoppable at this point, a fact that is unfortunate for Argent and Melissa McCall. Once they've found Parrish asleep in his tank, Mr. Douglas makes a move toward Mr. Argent and Melissa. Rather than allow him to kill them or allowing themselves to help him any further, Argent and Melissa whip themselves with the ghost rider's whip and disappear into the train station. Sadly, a ghost rider finds the junior pack members and takes Mason and Hayden too. Hayden sacrifices herself to save Liam, knowing that he will come for her (also, she's a werewolf, so she's got a good chance of being just fine). Liam tried valiantly to save Hayden, but Hayden knew he'd be better off if she sacrificed herself. The last thing Hayden says to Liam is "I believe in you," while Liam tells Hayden "I love you." Hayden instructs Liam to go find Scott so they can start working on the non-plan plan in order to save everyone who needs to be saved. How will Argent and Melissa be saved? We will have to find that out later.

While Lydia, Scott and Malia try to get through the supernatural rift and a wall of steel, Mr. Douglas comes up behind them...to "help." This Nazi zombie werewolf guy is a real piece of work. Sheriff Stilinski tries to explain to his figment wife that their son is real. She doesn't believe him (obviously) and it is now only a matter of time before she disappears. She won't even set foot in the room until the Sheriff convinces her to. Once she does, she tells Sheriff Stilinski that there's nothing there and so he sees nothing. Rather than it having the desired effect, I think Sheriff Stilinski might be coming to the realization that his wife Claudia is a figment of his imagination.

Back to the pack waiting at the rift, Mr. Douglas and the hellhound wait to help the pack get into the rift. Liam runs up to Scott and tells him the truth about Mr. Douglas and Scott, being the hero that he is, stands in front of the rift to protect it from Mr. Douglas. When the pack tell Mr. Douglas that he is a bad guy and they won't help him, Mr. Douglas asks when things have ever been that black and white and Liam answers "World War II. He was a Nazi." One of the things I've always loved about Teen Wolf is the fact that real life lessons can be learned from the stories that play out here for those who pay enough attention. Parrish makes it to the rift and opens a door for himself and Mr. Douglas. They go through and two ghost riders come out, but are they there to hurt or help the pack?

Sheriff Stilinski confronts wife, Claudia. He knows that she isn't real. He is ready to let her go. He shows her the last picture he took of her and Stiles together on her last good day before she died. His memories of Stiles are coming back and overpowering his projection of Claudia. He tells Claudia the story of how she died and she disappears. Noah Stilinski feels the loss so deeply that he cries while staring at the picture. As he cries, a light shines behind him. It appears that a rift is opening up. Did he bring Stiles back himself, simply by remembering him?

As Malia and Scott fight the wild hunt, Peter jumps in and saves them. He is taken once again. Is Peter genuinely capable of being selfless or is this just a way for him to connect with Mr. Douglas and fall back into his old ways? Liam and Lydia realize that if Lydia is around, the wild hunt will not take her or those with her. The ghost riders are afraid of Lydia and her powers. Could Lydia be the way to defeat the wild hunt?

Scott sits at home with Malia, trying to reach his Mom on the phone over and over again, while still fully aware that his Mom is gone. She's been taken by the wild hunt. Malia comforts him while Liam and Lydia tell him how the ghost riders behaved around her. Lydia says they showed her reverence. While the pack is discussing what to do next as the last people left in Beacon Hills, Sheriff Stilinski comes in and tells the pack that he has a son and that his name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski and that he couldn't pronounce his name when he was a little boy. He tells them what he remembers, and he tells the pack that he is there to help because of Stiles, his goofball son, dragged Scott into the woods to see a dead body and started everything in so doing. Apparently, the Sheriff caught a glimpse of Stile's when the rift opened for a moment. He is now ready to do anything and everything within his power to get Stiles back. He has given the pack a way to open the rift anywhere and at any time by remembering Stiles--remembering everything. My question is where is Theo in all of this?

#Teen Wolf #TEEN WOLF (TV series)#TEEN WOLF #MTV TEEN WOLF (TV series)#MTV TEEN WOLF

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