"Come with me Raina..."
"We don't have a mating mark Varyk, we could never be a family. I love you...but I want pups."
"Please Raina...don't do this...I couldn't stand the thought-"
"I'm going to do this Varyk, I want to find my mate."
In a Kattagari pack, a female can choose to call upon every virile male to try and sate her while she was in heat. If they couldn't sate her, she would throw them out and move on to the next. Raina had been his world and no matter how he sated her, the mating mark never showed. Completely bitter and unable to forgive her, Varyk went out that night and stood at the tent, disallowing anyone to enter. Fights broke out in mass proportions. After taking down quite a few of his family, he was ultimately thrown out of his pack.
"I never thought you were this stupid pup..."
His father said standing in front of him. Growling as the wounds on his back were vicious. His clan had no mercy on him or his heart. Even his own father had gone against him.
"Mark my words...when I return...her mate will DIE."
With that he stood up and limped away, listening as his clan laughed and his love was taken by a lover that wasn't him.
"I pray to the gods that you are never sated Raina."
Fixing his ball cap and rolling up his sleeves, he entered the bar sanctuary where he sat every night to listen to the Howlers play and drink his beer until he could believe he was drunk. Wearing a pair of worn-out jeans, black and white converse, a white button-up that was open in front and a black tank underneath. His jet-black hair with white highlights was sleeked back into a low ponytail and a ball cap that said 'Rub me for Luck' on it.
"Hey Aimee,"
He said as she set him down his next set of beers.
"Remi in?" He asked.
"No, he's gone for the night. He looked a bit green tonight so we sent him off."
"Ah..." He nodded as she walked away. Sometimes him and Remi would sit and have a few beers but he guessed that he was alone. Sanctuary was the same as usual, musty homely feeling. And that's what kept him coming back every time.<|im_end|>
Crimson Dream drew up to Sanctuary on a roar and a squeal of tires as she stopped her motorcycle in front of the club. Taking her helmet off, lush auburn curls fell down the length of her back and ended just where her pant line began, and she set the helmet on its hook. Swinging one black clad leather leg over the side, she stood up. Her pants seemed almost poured on her like a second skin and her leather vest was molded over her ample breasts and down her torso. No one would ever be able to find where she kept her weapons hidden without giving her a thorough body search, and that wasn't ever going to happen.
Walking to the door, Dev gave out a low whistle of appreciation and she smirked up at him, Eat your heart out, Bear. She kept moving forward and ignored his sexual comment as she walked into the club, her hips and ass swaying in time to the Howlers. There were a lot of looks sent her way, but she ignored them and her aura didn't give off the most friendly of vibes, so no one dared try to come up to her that didn't know her.
She got to the bar and saw that there was only one open seat next to a guy with a ball cap that entertained her and another guy that just looked low. Taking the stool anyways, she rose up her arm and waved, Yo, Aimee, give me the usual! Mixed code for a drink and the information she needed. A good hunt was required tonight.<|im_end|>