California, 1973

"I suppose Stevie Wonder it is today," Calice said as she puffed the cigarette between her fingers and pulled it out exhaling smoke. She pulled the phonograph record out of its cover. She placed it on the recorder before pulling the stylus onto the disc's surface and pressing the play button before closing the transparent lid as the music began echoing through her apartment. 

"I could get used to this," She plopped herself on the couch and rested her head on it, facing the ceiling. 

The pager beside her on the stand beeped as the song on her recorder ended. She put the cigarette out and took a look at the pager. In a fit of haste, she stormed into her room and grabbed her jacket and apartment keys. She left after closing the door shut behind her.

"I think he knows," Jake whispered to Kyle as he continued cleaning the table in the corner of the bar. 

They were both descendant wolves (Wolves without any powers), of the same kind as Calice's. They had been helping Calice cover up her protector side by killing anyone who questioned her presence or knew she was a protector. 

"We better kill him before she arrives then," Jake began heading towards the kid but was stopped by a hand clutching his shoulder. 

"She asked us to wait until she arrives,"

Their gazes averted from the blonde kid drinking his time up to the dangling of the barbell as the entrance to it opened. 

There she was, strutting through and stopping as the door closed. She wore a black tank top and a sleeveless black cardigan over it. Her hair dangled over her shoulders to her waist as her dark golden locks blended with her green streaks. She wore black pants with red blinds over them and long, knee-length boots.

She looked around, pulling out the cigarette she lit on the way, puffing smoke into the interior of the bar. She put it out as her gaze speeded towards the blonde head who drank his solitude out. 

"You didn't attack him. Good," She said as she mumbled, nearing Jake.

"Why? Who is he?"

"He's a shaman,"

Jake didn't say anything further as he understood the assignment. He was about the evacuate the place but suddenly felt like his voice box was beginning to shrink, or get crushed. He clutched his throat and fell to his knees, choking and gasping for air. 

"That won't be necessary," The blonde kid stood up from his seat and turned around slowly, his palm raised to his shoulder level, radiating magic. 

Calice smiled slightly as she looked around the back of the blonde shaman. He looked back as well, noticing all the knives from behind the bar levitating and pointing at him. 

"You have two tasks to finish here,"

She casually pulled a chair apart from the nearest table and took a seat on it, crossing one of her legs over the other and crossing her arms. 

"One, no matter what you do, you do not mess with my descendants," 

One of the knives plunged through his palm, breaking the flow of his magic for a bit. The kid wailed in pain, unable to think about the shattered bone beneath his palm. 

"Two, try not to use your magic here at wolves and roses,"

(Wolves and roses is the name of the bar)

The kid pulled the knife out slowly as he continued to convert his agony into a series of screams. 

"ARRRRGGHH!," He grunted as the knife was out. He tried to use his other hand but it just got twisted and ended up getting his joint smashed.

"I thought the Illictus couldn't use telekinesis,"

"They can't,"

"Then what-"

"-is this sorcery?"

Calice smiled and looked down before looking back up at his blood-covered palm. 

"This bar is an anti-magic place. No wolves can turn here, no vampires can hide here, nor can a protector use their powers here and of course, shamans stand no chance,"

She took her stand as she began to walk out of the bar towards the door. 

"Oh and when you heal, you can find me somewhere outside the bar and we'll have a 'proper' conversation,"

The blonde watched as her figure disappeared from sight before he partly fainted. 

The other wolves grabbed his body and threw him into the vampire territory. 

"Care to share some blood to heal me?" 

He managed to mumble before completely losing consciousness.

***

"They're thinking about drawing me out," Calice said as she continued sparring with Chris. She placed a punch towards his face but he tapped it away before speeding his fist towards her lower abdomen and stopped inches away from it.

"And you're not reading my moves through your mind?"

Chris smirked as he signalled her to continue. 

Calice then placed a series of punches on him, which he defended with taps, and the room filled with the sounds of his palm tapping. He then tried placing a reverse round kick over her but she ducked it, her upper body revolving in the downward direction. She threw herself back up and swiftly placed a chop on his neck, inches away. 

She grunted as he grabbed her wrist and placed his thumb at the centre of her hand below her knuckles and pressed it down. 

"You gotta try a little harder than that,"

She smirked as she yeeted her hand away and adjusted it a bit. She silenced her breathing a little and forwarded a punch with her right hand. Chris placed his defence on his left but she ducked and swooped in between his arms, placing her leg behind his and pulling it, leading him to trip as she placed her punching angle onto his face. She clutched his figurine from his sleeveless shirt and pulled him back up as she stood back again. 

"Don't be surprised, it's a perk of being so powerful,"

"Well, what do I know? I just know the perk of using my 'physical' strength,"

"Oh, do the honours then,"

Chris chuckled as he realised how dumb Calice could be, given the fact that he was having his fur softening for her at the moment. 

Why? Well, she looked beasty and steamy as hellfire while she sparred him, his mind occupied with nothing but the way in which their skins touched while he helped her train, his heart consumed by nothing but her eyes, her lips, her hair, her hips, her thighs, her tiny waist and what not, his soul craving for hers. 

All that urge was beginning to rile him up, as he felt annoyed and irritated trying to control it until he chose to give in to it. 

Before she could say anything further, he neared her as she continued to back up to the wall. She hit the wall as he placed his palm on it beside her head. 

"You know what is the only perk of my existence at the moment?"

"What is it?"

He couldn't control himself and locked the distance between their lips as he hissed into her face, feeling a high rush of adrenaline. His hand voluntarily slithered under her tank top, as it covered half her tiny waist. He pulled her close harshly, making her gasp into his mouth as she gave in to his uncontrollable and ravaging tinge. Her hands wrapped themselves around his shoulders as he picked her up and plodded to the practice mat, tasting her mouth all over. 

(Play audio here - I Feel Like I'm Drowning by 'Two Feet')

He placed her back on the mat in haste and withdrew from the kiss. 

"Your existence is the biggest perk of mine at the moment,"

He purred as he attacked her neck and began sucking on her flawless, sweaty skin. 

"I reek of sweat at the moment,"

"....another perk,"

He mumbled, the vibrations of his deep voice voluntarily facilitating her eyes to drown in the dark, feeling him mark her. 

"Huh! Oh my!"

She gasped as she felt his huge hands slither under her tank top, feeling her wet and glistening skin. He dragged his hand downward as he reached her waist and raised her top, enough to see her tattooed waist. It was the tattoo of a lily resting on a crescent moon, drawn at the side, minute enough to see and adore. 

He placed a kiss on it as his hands trailed up to her bosoms, leading her to crescentalise her back. 

"You are the sneakiest wolf I've ever met,"

"Why? Because I have your favourite flower tattooed on my waist?"

A sudden ripping sound tore through the room as his hands divided her top in half, revealing her inner wear and an anchor tattoo in the centre of her chest. 

He smirked as he placed pecks on her waist while reaching back up and placing a hickey on her anchor tattoo. That was it she clutched the top of his shirt before a ripping sound tore through the walls of the room again, revealing his snake tattoo, which surrounded his neck before she pulled the shirt off, leaving him bare from above. With all her force, she pushed his back to the mat and took her rightful place on his waist. She then removed her upper garments as well, becoming partly bare along with him. 

"And you are even sneakier,"

"Why? Because I have your favoured creature tattooed all around my neck?"

She smirked as she leaned in for his neck as well and sucked on his sweet spot. 

"U-uh! Cal- I- ahh!" He moaned weakly, falling under her pleasurable trance completely. 

She smirked as she continued sucking on his tender skin. It was scented of water lilies. 

"You made a mistake lacing your skin with the scent of lilies, love,"

"Uh, I-I just wanted to-,"

"Hush now, you have no regard for the event that is making you feel like this,"

His rolling eyes widened as he heard that, infuriated at the same time. His breathing became rapid as he grabbed her throat and pushed her down on the mat this time. He then leaned closer to her lips as his hand extended to them. His thumb craned up to stroke her lower lip.

"I don't care about that silly celestial myth,"

Calice smirked, not believing him.

"Well, why the f**k am I explaining this to you?"

He asked infuriatingly and pulverised his lips onto hers.

I'm going to make sure you feel punished most brutally for the next 48 hours.

Calice heard him in her mind before whining as his hand slithered into her leggings. Her hips rolled as his fingers did wonders on her sensitive tulips as if playing with the petals.

"Oh, Chris, it was just a joke,"

She tried justifying herself as he withdrew his lips from hers. Her lower lip has turned red from his fangs gnawing and nibbling on them.

Chris sat up and pulled her leggings off along with her underwear as he took his boxers off along with his tracks as well. She felt surprised as she saw how stiff and hard he'd grown. 

"Ah! Good heavens!"

Calice screamed as he slammed into her without any warning, not giving her a chance to breathe. He began moving in no time, deflowering her for the hundredth time, the sensation still feeling like it was their first, as she felt his hips roll above hers. 

He leaned forwards towards her neck, sucking on her sweet spot, making her feel like she was going to lose her mind. She tried to slither her hands over his shoulders but he was quick to grab her wrists and slam them onto the mat on both sides of her head while he continued marking her on her next spot.

"You were saying?" 

"I-I w-was just J-joking," She sounded like she was talking in gibberish, about to lose it because of his girth. 

"Fun fact, Pacio doesn't make me stiff and riled, you do and on the other hand...,"

His words trailed off as he dragged her wrists together above her head and clutched them with one of his palms, the other hand choking her harshly. 

"I took it personally,"

~To be continued

This chapter was longer than usual because of the smut but of course, readers love what they love so you're welcome! This phase will have 3 parts before the last two chapters of Season 1! Stay tuned!

Love, N.S.