Arrival of the Prophecy (8 page)

“Well, it doesn’t really matter how you became infected. I believe
the point is, you already are, and what needs to be done about it now,” he
replied, twirling the syringe.

“You could let me go home and we could forget the whole thing.”

Timothy and Tory cracked up laughing at the same time, boring Sky
even more than she already was, so she lay back over onto the floor and closed
her eyes. Fear had left the room. The sudden pain hit so bad in her back that
she screamed out uncontrollably, getting up onto her knees, arching her back as
the bones started to slide and reshape the form of her spine. She screamed
again in a deeper more animalistic type of sound. The pain was so overwhelming
that she flipped to her back and started thrashing about. Her hands started to
elongate just as Anthony’s had, with her feet following suit. She grabbed her
face as it began to reform, shooting out from the nose first, and then
stretching upward at the brows. She violently shook her head, screaming as the
bones in her body pulled apart,
then
re-grew twice the
size that they were before, ripping her sweat suit to ribbons.

Timothy and Tory stood watching, amazed at her strength as her mind
held on during the excruciating pain of the change. They continued to watch as
the dark brown fur covered the new Sky that lay breathing heavily in her beast
form. Sky held up her new head, feeling the strength coming back into her body.
She stood no longer a mere five foot three, but now a grand six foot seven with
muscles in places she didn’t even know existed. She reached down a wrapped the
heavy chain around her claw filled hand and yanked it from the wall.

“
Gray
, get the dart gun!” Timothy called
back, watching Sky come closer to the doors of the cage.

“Hurry
Gray
,” Tory ushered with her hands.
“Give it to me.” Then held it up to her shoulder as Sky was reaching for the
bars of the cage and pulled the trigger.

Sky backed up, looking down at her fur covered chest and pulled the
empty dart out. She threw her head back and let every person in the club above
them know she was in the basement, by letting out the first howl of her beast. Sky’s
body started to tingle as soon as drug entered her blood stream, dropping her
wolf form to its knees. Her eyes became heavy as she fell forward, never once
reaching out to soften the blow of hitting the hard cement floor. Sky’s body
began to change back to its former self once she was out, and she now lay nude
with
tidbits
of what was left of the clothes she’d
had on, her body now completely healed.

***

Anthony believed Kayla and drove back to his house and waited for
her to show up. He heard her car before he saw it and met her out in the driveway.
She told him what part she’d overheard about Tory faking being hit by Timothy
and moving Sky to
Stack’s
place, where Timothy was
going to have his men waiting to take care of him. It was in the midst of their
conversation that Anthony put his hand up to tell Kayla to be silent, while he
held his head to the side, closing his eyes like he was trying to hear
something.

“She’s one of us now,” he finally added, looking down at Kayla with
sorrow in his eyes. “I can’t imagine how horrible it must have been for her.”
Then he covered his mouth with one hand.

“Maybe they gave her the drug,” Kayla replied, taking his other
hand.

“She felt it, all of it. I know it in my heart,” he claimed as a
single tear slid down his cheek. “I would have never approached her if I knew
this was going to happen.”

“You can’t blame yourself for your brother and sister’s actions. The
most important thing to do now is
find
her, then
punish them,” she said immediately lowering her eyes.

“Don’t look away, Kayla. You hold your head up. This clan never knew
what a jewel it had, until now,” he said, raising her hand and kissing the back
of it. “I won’t forget your allegiance to me.”

Anthony went in and started calling all of his best enforcers,
including two that worked at the police station. One of them was the one that
spoke with Sky’s father. He told Anthony that the man wanted a full
investigation and had enough money to pull one off, but they explained to him
that she would have to be missing at least twenty four hours, before they would
be able to start. Anthony told that particular enforcer to stay at the station
and keep an eye on Sky’s father and check in if he came up with any new
information.

By the time Tory called Anthony back at the estate it was close to
9:00p.m
. She put on a stellar performance over the phone,
telling Anthony everything just like Timothy had ordered and Kayla had
described. Anthony acted pleased, telling Tory that he was proud of her
decision, making her think that he fell for the plan that they had conjured. She
told him that Sky was somewhere at Oak Ridge, but didn’t know where. She also
mentioned the fact that Sky was about to change and he needed to hurry, because
she was in a great amount of pain. He clenched his teeth and bit his tongue,
thanking her as kindly as he could muster,
then
hung
up the phone.

“Call them in,” he told Kayla as he rubbed his temple.

“Yes, sir.”

Kayla walked out and a few minutes later returned with fourteen men,
in all shapes and sizes. Anthony started by telling them what had gone on up to
that point, getting as many strange looks as he did grunts of anger. He
explained why he chose to change Sky, and not one protested his decision. Everyone
in the room knew the reason that Timothy and Tory didn’t want Anthony to mate
with his other half, because it would give Anthony that much more confidence in
what he had been chosen to do. He ordered them to circle Stack’s cabin, while
he rode up, keeping their attention on
himself
.

“What do we do if they decide to attack?” one man asked.

“Protect yourselves at all cost. I would like to take them in for
judgment, but if they make the choice to battle, then make no hesitation when
it comes to either Timothy or Tory,” shocking the whole room.

The plan was in motion and Anthony was on his way to Stack’s place.

Timothy and Tory pulled up in front of Stack’s cabin, with
Gray
and Sky in another car right behind them. Sky was
passed out in the back seat, covered with a dirty blanket from the trunk. Stack
was laid back on his couch, all three hundred and seventy five pounds, watching
porn. He pointed a double-barrel shot gun at the door and waited on the couch
for whomever it was to knock. Timothy knowing Stack’s
demeanor
,
honked the horn twice, pausing for a few seconds then honking two more times,
before getting out of the car.

The siblings waited for
Gray
to get Sky
out of the back seat of the car he had taken when he killed Anthony’s driver,
Louis. Poor Louis had trusted Timothy when he’d informed him he was under the
orders of the King, to stand guard while he drove the lady.
Gray
pitched Sky over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, never bothering to cover
her nudity with the blanket. Timothy took the lead through the old rustic cabin
door, knowing Stack wouldn’t shoot. Stack looked as shocked, as he did filthy,
from the top of his bald head with greasy black, or brown strands of hair
hanging down over his shoulder, to the gore covered vest that no longer
resembled any
color
. He was rugged right down to the
cutoff
jeans that lay jagged against his enormous fat legs,
that just so happened to be covered in the same smut. He looked like he had
been rolling around in it for the last few years.

“Is that for me?” he snorted, taking a drink for the jug he had in
his hand. “You wrapped it just the way I like it.” He laid the shot gun on the
end table, knocking over half the stuff on it.

“Don’t even think about it Stack, this is the one I told you about
and if you weren’t such a...” Timothy angrily said, approaching him.

“Hey…hey wait a minute, boss,” Stack added getting to his feet. “I
was just
pullin
’ your
leg,
I
knew who she was all along.”

“Good,” Timothy nodded. “We need to put her in your cellar, she’s
already changed but we had to dart her before she fed.”

“What if she wakes up? She’s
gonna
be
fuckin
’ pissed without being fed after her first time, hell
man, I can’t handle this right now,” Stack complained, walking around to get a
better look at Sky.

“She’s a pawn at this point, and the game is on, so to speak,”
Timothy said, pulling Stack around by the arm.

“We didn’t have much choice, she changed at the club. What were we
supposed to do Stack, let her eat the customers?” Tory asked, walking over taking
him under the arm, pulling him to the couch and sitting down with him.

“There’s no way of locking her down there securely, but you can lock
her in the shed out back,” Stack said, intently staring down at Tory’s cleavage.

“Stack,” Tory replied, running her hand up his nasty thigh. “Surly
you have a way of locking it. I know you keep things down there you hold very
dear to your heart.”

“Look, you’re as hot as they come, babe, but do you really want that
bitch coming up those stairs when the drugs wear off? It would take all us
changing, just to control her...have you seen a fat Were lately?” Then he
pulled his heavy weight back off the couch. “The key to the shed’s hanging by
the back door.”

“Do it,” Timothy nodded at
Gray
. “Gag her,
I wouldn’t want her lover to hear her cries right before he died, that would
just be too cruel.”

 
The whole room started
laughing as
Gray
acknowledged his orders and walked
back out the front door, going to the trunk of the car. He opened it moving
Louis’s corpse over and pulling out a roll of duct tape, then went back through
the house paying no mind to the conversation that was going on inside. He
continued on through to the so called kitchen where he found the keys hanging,
and went out the back door. Once he had the shed door open,
Gray
reached down, grabbing Sky’s ankle, and in one swift yank dropped her to the
ground. She lay helpless and unaware of what was happening to her, as
Gray
kicked her leg to the side before going into the shed
to look for a light switch.

 
Sky’s unconscious nude body
was laying on its right side on the debris covered earth. Her hair tangled,
hiding the abuse on her angelic face, while she lay there with her left arm up
and over her head, with the other painfully angled behind her body. Her left
leg was in front of her, bent at the knee, which kept her from lying on her
face,
her right leg was straight out like as if she were
stretching. That was the leg that
Gray
reached down
and took a hold of. He pulled her into the shed where he had cleaned a small
spot for her body to lay in and began binding her limbs.

He grabbed Sky by her shoulder and hip, flipping her on to her
stomach, roughly pulling each arm, wrapping the duct tape around her wrist
several times before sliding back until he was able to do the same to her knees
and ankles. For no reason what so ever, he ran his hand slowly and gently back
up her leg, then slapped her on the butt. He rolled her back over, lifted her
into a sitting position, and then sat down crossing his legs, leaning her back
into his lap. He reached in and pulled out a white handkerchief from his suit
pocket and with her head resting on his chest he rolled it into a tight ball.
       

Gray
gripped the
cloth in his fist, stroking her hair with his other hand, murmuring how sweet
she was, slipping his hand down over her chest, squeezing her breast, while
burying his face in the back of her hair. The more his hand molested her flesh,
the more his body gave way to the motion of certain relief. It wasn’t until
Sky’s head moved to the side that the big man froze, and as fast as he had
pulled her up against himself, he pushed her away. Somewhere in
Gray’s
attempted rape on Sky he misplaced the handkerchief,
so he found a dirty piece of cloth from the floor, tore a strip, rolled it up
and shoved it deep into her mouth. He then took the duct tape and instead of
tearing off a piece and placing it over her mouth, he wrapped it several times
around her head, then hurried out of the shed in fear she would wake up wanting
to sate a hunger that he wasn’t willing to feed.

***

Unbeknown to Timothy, Anthony’s men had already put his plan in
action. Seven were racing up the back side of the mountain in their wolf forms,
going through terrain no vehicle could
maneuver
, while
four others took the front trails that led up from Oak Ridge. All of them took
out any wolf that stood in their way. Anthony followed the remaining three
enforcers on his motorcycle, with Kayla holding him firmly around the waist. The
three were in two separate vehicles, large enough to carry everyone back that
was still standing after all was said and done. They pulled over on the dirt
road, about a half a mile down from Stack’s cabin. Anthony drove up to the lead
car and turned off the motor.