POV
Avery

Maybe seven full days after the night I lost my virginity, I woke up covered in a cold sweat. I'd been dreaming, nightmaring really. In the nightmare, I was stuck in some cold dark and wet room, I couldn't see anything, but I could feel the four walls and hear the tale-tell drip-drip dripping of something wet. I was lucid and calling out for somebody and anybody to get me out. I couldn't feel Lumen, and my reserves were diminished, I was powerless.

It didn't take long for that part of me to return, the scared, nervous part of me. Within minutes I was on the floor hyperventilating.

That's how I woke up, with a cold sweaty shivering body, and a heaving chest. "Shhh, Sunshine, breathe, come on breathe for me." Shawn cooed, holding me tightly. I was saddened, I couldn't feel Nolis's power anymore, I felt empty again, powerless and weak. But while Shawn held me, I felt like I would be alright, at least while he held me.

Laying there my thoughts began to race, without power I couldn't protect myself even though the Marius, Athena, and I decided not to sell the shop. I'd told them about my dreams, the vision, the warnings and we looked into it, but nothing turned up, but I was still filled with anxiety... It hadn't gone away, Lumen and his lights had only buried it. And it was unearthing itself.

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to try sleeping again. Eventually, my breathing evened out and I was able to fake sleep. My mind was working overtime. Looking back, I think that was when my dependency started, I didn't want to go back to how I was. Stuttering, stumbling afraid through life. I couldn't just conjure up a new light spirit, it would take too much power, my reserves were low. Not to mention what would happen if I over juiced myself.

One of a few things... Either my solar plexus would tear, killing me or I'd never conjure again, or I'd change, become something more. Hundreds of conjurers have died over-juicing, only one I ever met who lived is Ahote and to me, he was almost like a god. I decided that night, right there in the safety of my mate's arms, to do it... To try something old and mostly forbidden.

I let Shawn fall deeper into sleep then I slipped out of bed. Quietly through the house, I walked, wolves howled off in the distances. I walked past the Alpha ward, my heightened senses picking up sounds. I froze not wanting to be caught and questioned. "Deeper... Mosh!... Deeper." My face scrunched up when I heard the clear moaning sound, coming from the Alpha ward. Adam moaned something unintelligible and I just moved faster down the hall.

I stopped by the kitchen, grabbed a small sharp knife, and continued on my way, I was like a man possessed, the only thing on my mind was getting rid of that nagging sensation of fear. Irrational fear, but still fear, one that felt tangible, one I refused to live with again.

# # #

Outside in the greenhouse, I was standing before a wall of plants and herbs. Behind me on one of the little work tables, there was a mortar and pestle, used by the pack doctors when they were making new pills, or some other werewolf elixir. I wasn't entirely sure my home brewed spell would work. There were specific rituals used for binding ghost, and though I had books on the subject, I was far too impatient to wait.

The power that once thrummed inside of me was weak, it was my reserves. Conjurers who often hold spirits inside themselves grow their reserves, making themselves stronger, enabling them to do ma'jek without an energy source. I figured I had enough power to do several tiny spells or one big one.

I couldn't hold a higher spirit's energy, not without the risk of tearing my solar plexus, and I wasn't bold enough or desperate enough to conjure a lower spirit, so I decided to go old school. The spirit world responded to me, so I figured I'd use that to my advantage. The old conjurers wouldn't always use the higher or lower spirits, they'd sometimes use earthly spirits. Ghost. Ghosts are a big power source, and binding them to oneself gives you a massive dose of energy.

The problem is that they don't have to respect the laws of binding like the higher and lower spirits, do. Ghosts also require more of a price than other power sources. They require blood to be called, and an annual blood sacrifice just to stick around. I wish at the time that I'd have thought things through, and not just for my sake.

Instead, I pulled from the walls of herbs, some, Bird's foot. It stuck out in tall thin stocks, a leaf was all I needed, I placed the herb under my tongue for focus.

I picked up the mortar that I left in the greenhouse, from when my circle came to protect the borders and a pair of shears. Going over to the Belladonna plants, hooded flowers hung low, a deep violet color, with dark purple berries, so fat and ripe with poison. The smoke when not inhaled directly wasn't fatal and would help open my vision to the other side

I clipped a flower into the mortar then quickly moved over to the patchouli, it was scrunched down on a corner of the wall, the leaves stuck out like tree leaves.

I used the patchouli because I didn't have Ambergris, which is a fancy word for whale vomit. Ambergris is an amplifier, but patchouli and cypress combined, give the same effect. The cypress was outside, a patch of the trees grows on the north side of pack territory. Knowing this I quickly plucked three fuzzy leaves from the herb called Dittany of Crete. It was used to bring about manifestation.

After using the dehydrator, that the pack doctors use when making their meds, I ground the Belladonna flowerhead, the Dittany leaves and the patchouli into a chunky powder, then taking my mortar and the little knife, I left the greenhouse.

Silently I walked across the territory, before entering the northern border treeline. The moon was bright and it gave me a little light, with it I found the Cypress trees. The tall trees were false evergreens, they would turn brown in the fall.

I plucked some of the sap covered needles and sat them mortar, then I sat down. I was in almost total darkness, the sounds of nocturnal animals all around me. The metal mortar sat down on the forest floor in front of me. Suddenly I was contemplating; blood ma'jek, like the kind used to open the door to the spirit world-not to be confused with the higher or lower plains, is highly addictive and dangerous.

I went over the pros and cons in my head, going over them off like a shopping list. Truthfully it didn't matter the consequence, I refused to go back to the old Avery, the mousy little virgin pushover. I gripped the small knife, then I raised my hand, and quickly before I could change my mind I slid the knife across my palm. I screamed about two seconds after, pulling my hand back against my chest.

I rocked backward and forward for a minute or two, hating myself, before pulling it together and remembering my purpose. I held my hand over the mortar and let my blood drip in. It pooled dark and deep red into the mixture of herb and flowers, the Cypress needles floating in it. Then I was reaching for that part inside myself, my reserves, weak and waning. "Burn," I demanded, surprising myself by not using a spell, but instead my willpower.

The power in me was gone, my reserves completely emptied and I swear I started to tremble, as the fire burned in the mortar. I thought this was me returning to my anxiety and hopelessness, but now, looking back. I was excited, I was desperate for power, and I would have done anything to have it. The ingredients inside my mortar burned, and smoke rose into the air, perfuming the night sky around me. "Oh, ye guardians of the veil, let down your guard and hear my words!" I spoke loudly, but not loudly enough that anyone who wasn't trying to hear me could.

The wind blew almost the second the words left my mouth, and I felt victorious, the other side was listening. My power was growing, slowly but it was growing. "I draw forth spirits long since gone, by my blood I call you, and with my blood, I seek to bind." The wind blew harder, bringing with it, what sounded like a chorus of whispers and mumbled murmurs. "Come forth long-departed souls, through the veil, may you find life once more!" I spoke my spur of the moment spell and my burning blood and plants burned brighter, the smoke grew thicker... The whispers grew louder and the wind blew harder.

( I offer you not only my ma'jik-energy but moreover my steadfastness...)

(I offer old power, the power to call the elements...)

(Choose me, young conjurer...) So many voices pleading with me, so many conjurers from the past, I could feel pieces of their energy, the veil was lifted and holding it open was taxing, I felt a headache coming on. Then a voice lower than all the rest, a whispering voice that somehow overpowered the louder murmurs.

(I will serve faithfully and without deceit...) That was all she said, and the other world must have sensed my choice, because slowly, very slowly... A young girl faded into existence. She was maybe three years younger than my nineteen. Her hair was brown and hung down to her waist in tight curls. She was a ghost to the full sense of the word, with deep dark purple bags under her eyes, and dull pale skin.

She stood before me in the dark, making the cool night turn cold in the quiet patch of woods. She was wearing a long black dress, with a corset, the petticoat screamed years long gone. "Would you have me as the first in your spiritual coven?" She asked, her voice still just a whisper. "You must obey my will, in return, I will make a sacrifice for you once a month. Those are my terms." I said, and she nodded, slowly, creepily.

"Many words have been spoken of thy future, tell me, conjurer, what does thou knowest of thy lineage?" She asked, fading out of existence, before popping back into reality right in front of me, on her knees so we were eye to eye, making me jump. "My family is very old on my father's side, my mother is, was... new money," I said, the wind still howling as the veil was still being held open, by my weakened powers and the ghost's boundless energy.

"What is this... New money?" She asked and I smiled, her way of speaking was funny to me. "It means her family was very poor until my grandfather made his fortune," I answered, and she made a face of understanding.

"Thy mother is a Goodman, and I am a Goodman, our family is almost as old as this country. Thou art the first to practice witchcraft since me... Thou art my cousin. And thy birth was foreseen before I died. Thou art destined to see more power than any mortal will ever know. Would thou allow'st me to journey with thee?" She asked. I trusted her, maybe because of her flattery, whatever it was I said yes.

She took my bleeding hand in her ghostly one, and I watched as she became like vapor and was absorbed into my palm. Instantaneously I was struck with the high I knew would come, a high came with all spells and rituals. Some are intense and others are flat. The one I got was so intense that I fell over in ecstasy, my eyes were clamped shut and I was literally rolling around in the grassy dirt. I could hear myself moaning, my body was convulsing and I kept touching myself.

All of this was happening outside of my control, I lay there, and while laying there I started to see something behind my closed eyelids. It was like watching a silent movie, one that kept jumping from clip to clip, each clip came with an emotion, a feeling, or thought. I watched the ghost, my cousin, I watched pieces of her life. I saw her discover ma'jik, and I knew instinctively that she was from some small town.

Flashes showed me a witch hunt, a lesser-known hysteria, before Salem. I watched her grow in power, I watched her laugh and cry, love, and hate... Then I watched her hang. Killed by her coven. We were one, my reservers were refilling. Even in my ecstasy, I could feel my weakness ebbing away. I opened my eyes looking up into the night sky, and it was like seeing for the first time, the trees seemed to breathe, the leaves were greener and the bark looked rougher. As reality sent back in, I was tingling from head to toe, I stood up and blushed... I had a hard-on.

"What should I call you?" I asked, knowing she was around, even though I couldn't see her. "Alice... Call me Alice, I will return when you think of me." She said, and I felt her presence disappear, her presence but not her energies. They stayed with me, filling me up.

# # #

I snuck back inside and entered the Beta ward. Shawn was still asleep and for a moment I watched him. The covers were pulled just to his waist, leaving the top half of his naked hard body exposed. He looked so peaceful, peaceful, and sexy. Standing in the doorway of our bedroom, my sphincter clenched and unclenched voluntarily. A gasp escaped me when I felt wet gush down from my butt, covering the backs of my thighs in wet. It was a lot. Then came the heat, it burned my thighs and my back hurt. My palms and forehead slicking with sweat.

"S-Shawn!" I yelled, my legs giving out. "What the fuck?!" I shouted, as more wet gushed from inside me. Shawn jumped up, canines bared, his dick swinging. He looked around for a threat before spotting me, he raced around the bed crawling down to me on the floor. "What's wrong?" He asked. "I-I don't know... It hurts." I whined. "Where baby?" He asked. "Everywhere." I cried, and another gush of wet poured out of me.

"I called the pack doctor, she's coming. Come on, let me get you on the bed... Fuck Sunshine, you smell like... Mmmm." He moaned, he lifted me up and as soon as his skin touched mine, I came alive. He made me feel like a livewire, "Mmm." I moaned, reaching up and kissing him. His lips cooled my face, the places where our bodies touched were without pain. "T-touch me, touch me, Shawn," I said as he laid me in bed. He stepped back looking at me oddly. The covers and pillows only made my body burn more.

I kicked and shoved everything off the bed, as more wet gushed from me. "So hot in here ... It hurts." I groaned pulling on my clothes. My shirt tearing, as the strength my bond with Shawn gave me, took over and heightened. "My pants... Pants Shawn, take them... Take them off." I was panting.
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POV

Shawn

I was so confused, what was happenin and why the hell was the pack doctor taking so long. Avery was covered in a glaze of sweat, he was trembling all over and his eyes weren't focused. His smell though, it was the same feminine scent, but spicier, hotter. Fuck, he smelled like an omega in heat. Impossible right? Before my eyes, my innocent, sweet little mate, he started to transform into a lustful little slut. I threw on some basketball shorts, and Avery screamed for me to take them off.

"Shawn, come touch me more. It made me feel better." He whined. I don't know what happened to his scent but, inhaling it made my wolf pant, I literally had to wipe my chin, from drooling. A knock came from the door, and I ran off to go get it. "What's going on?" The pack doctor, Michelle asked. Her dark brown hair was up in curlers, she was tired and clearly pissed. She wasn't the only doctor but she was my favorite, she just happened to be my ex but before that her, A' mosh and I were great friends. So it wasn't weird.

"My mate is having some kinda episode, it looks like heat, but it can't be, he's human," I explained. "Shawn?!" Avery yelled, choosing that moment to crawl out into the entranceway of our suite. "Goddess, Avery stop it." I groaned as he sat there fondlin himself, begging me to touch him.

"Um... Shawn, I don't know what you want me to do?" Michelle asked. "Tell me what to do? I mean is it heat, what?" I asked, going over and picking Avery up, sitting us on the leather loveseat in the middle of the open space.

He latched onto me and started kissing my neck, nibbling on a certain spot, making it hard to concentrate. "Okay, take care of your mate first, maybe once you've done that, he can calm down enough for me to take some blood and ask him some questions." She said, turning away from us because Avery was aggressively dry humping me.

"Okay, I'll bring him to the infirmary after," I said, and she nodded, quickly leaving. "Avery... Sunshine... Stop!" I snapped, finally getting his attention. "I need you to focus, what are you feeling right now?" I asked, his eyes kept rolling, and he hadn't stopped his grinding. "Pl-please, I wanna fuck you dammit!" He shouted, slapping me. Somewhere between my shock and anger, Meeko found his exit from my mental hold and took control.

"Horny little human, you smell so good, you wanna be my slut?" Meeko asked, and Avery nodded frantically. "Show me your cunt," Meeko commanded and Avery whimpered, climbing off of me and getting on the opposite side of the loveseat.

He arched his back perfectly, his pink hole winking, hungry. His whole ass and the backs of his thighs were covered in that lube like substance, it drove Meeko crazy, his emotions and thoughts drowning me out all the more. "Yeah... Such a slutty little cunt." Meeko growled, then shoved my face into Avery's ass. Avery screamed, arching his back deeper, throwing his head back and groaning,

"Eat my cunt, yes Meeko... Yes!" The substance kept leaking, his hole winkin more and more. "Meeko, f-fuck me... Mmm now, fuck me." Avery begged. Meeko growled and quickly got out of my shorts, he kicked them and grabbed our dick. Lining up with his hole, it swallowed us down with ease, making Meeko sigh appreciatively. Three strokes and Avery cried out, his hole flexed and more of his lube squirted out of him.

It had happened before but it was way more intense than the last time. Meeko shuddered in my body, before scooping Avery up and sitting down with him in our lap. "Get up, show me what a good slut you are. Fuck my dick." Meeko demanded, and Avery squirted again. "Mmmm... Big dick, yes... So fuckin good... So good." He moaned, planting his feet on my thighs and going to work.

I felt like a toy he was using, and Meeko and I loved him. His cunt was so loose, so wet, I quickly forgot about going to the infirmary, my mate wanted to fuck, so who was I to act weird about it. Sensing I was on the same page as him, Meeko gave me some control, we merged as only a few earthborn wolves can and fucked our mate together.

"Faster slut, ride daddy... Take ya dick. Mmhhmm. Faster slut." I said, watching as he followed my orders. He was spread wide, his little prick standing straight up, jumping each time I bottomed out inside him.

"Daddy! Daddy, make my cunt cum again, please." He begged, "You'd rather come from you cunt, is that what my slut wants?" Meeko asked, and Avery whined a sexy-sounding yes. I grabbed his hips and waited for him to slide down my shaft, thrusting up at the right moment to slap into his prostate. He shouted for more, so I picked the speed, ramming into him until I felt his hole flex and gush, his body seized up in my arms and he went limp.

I held him, slowing down my thrust, but still stroking into him. "There we go, calm down," I whispered, kissing his wet head, kissing his mate mark. "Love you, so much... I feel so fuckin good." He moaned, his head laying on my shoulder. "I'm not done with you though. So come on, I wanna breed my cunt." I groaned, as his hips moved, grinding into me, a wet squelching sound filling the room.

"Okay, Okay daddy." He whimpered, then he sat up, going slow at first. Then working his cunt back into a creamy mess. I reached around him and grabbed his short pole in my fist, "Do you think Daddy can make ya dick and ya pussy cum at the same time?" I asked, pushing up into his wet ass. "Do it... Do it... Fuck, do it." He said, humping me faster, while I stroked his dick. "Ugh... Fuck yes... Mmhmm." Avery groaned, grinding down on me. His hole seized up as I twisted my wrist, and Avery convulsed.

I yanked him back against me, stroking his dick faster, going at a speed he was not accustomed to. The scream he let out when his little dick twitched and spat out his cum only magnified when his hole convulsed again. His cunt clenched on me and my balls throbbed almost bitterly, I was cumming. While he trembled and moaned riding his high, I filled him up, as my head fell back on the neck of the couch. He trembled again and my sensitive dick shot off again.

I leaned forward and bit into his mark, making him cum again.

# # #

I walked Sunshine back inside the room, he was draped over my shoulder. He wasn't moving, he was almost comatose. He was breathing but entirely fucked out. I had to dry and dress us both, then I carried him out of our suite. I hit Michelle on the pack-link and she grunted a tired response. I carried my mate, through the house, and outback. He was still tuckered out, but there was sweat coating his forehead, his scent was light but it was still there.

I was still really confused. The infirmary sits about seventy yards away from the back of the packhouse. Through the backwoods and just up a hill. It was just a little house, the inside was gutted and made to look like an emergency room.

I carried him inside, taking him back to one of the curtained-off sections. Michelle was seated, her eyes red, her curlers long gone. Her warm brown skin wasn't radiant at the moment, she looked dead tired. "He's okay right now, but something is not okay," I said putting him down on the bed. "I'm gonna take some blood, can you wake him?" She asked, going and getting her equipment. "Sunshine, wake up... Come, Avery, wake up." I said, shaking his shoulder.

He blinked rapidly, trying to fight against his sleep. He sat up, "Why?!" He whined. "What do you mean why? You were clearly havin some kinda fit, we need to find out what that was, in case it happens again." I said. He nodded, watching as the curtain was pulled back and Michelle walked in. "Do you feel better?" She asked Avery. "Yes, just a little shakey and very tired," Avery answered. "Okay, I'm gonna draw a little blood. Then run some tests. Is that okay?" She asked, and my mate nodded.

She took the blood and left us alone again, "Gods, I was completely gone. I'm so embarrassed." Avery said. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. It was sexy as fuck." I flirted. "No, it wasn't, I-I've never felt like that, I would have let you do anything to me... I-I wanted you to do anything to me. It was scary, I couldn't control myself, I was pure instinct." He said, his eyes down on his lap.

All I really heard was that he would have let me do anything to him. I said a little prayer that whatever it was would happen again. "I'm nervous, I mean... What if she finds something, what if I'm sick?" Avery asked. "What sickness makes you crazy horny and leak lube like that?" I asked. "I don't know." He whimpered. Neither of us would have guessed what Michelle was coming to say.

She slid the curtain open and came in, she sat there for some time, her eyes no longer tired, but professional, her Doc persona had woken up. So I sat up straighter, my attitude becoming serious, my aura probably worried. "So, nothing is strange, I mean it is and it isn't..." Michelle said, and I sat up taller. "What's going on Chelle," I commanded. "Have you ever heard of subhumans?" She asked. And I looked over at Avery, we both shrugged.

"Well, they officially don't exist, except yeah they do. Three classes. A, B, and C
You, Avery, are a C-type. There are huge levels of Sovtrine in your system." Michelle said, "Okay, what does that mean?"

"What's Sovtrine?" Avery and I asked our questions at the same time. "Well for starters, it means you two can have biological children of your own, and that Avery clearly just experienced his first breeding period. It should have happened before, but A-types are almost as rare as C-types, Beta's and Alpha's have similar pheromones. So apparently you triggered him." She said, before turning her eyes to Avery.

"To answer your question, Avery. Sovtrine is a hormone, it's like estrogen, but a super form of it. You also have a bit of testosterone X. It's also a hormone, produced mostly by A-types. Are you sure your parents never said anything? The gene for C-types always lies in the father. You know what, I'll print you out all the literature I have, and look around the sister packs for some more info. Until then, if you guys don't want to have a kid, wrap it up." She said, standing and leaving us.

"Sunshine, are you alright?" I asked, "Yeah, it's just weird. I wonder if Adam knows." He said. "What do you think about what she said?" I asked, "About kids? Maybe ... But I don't think right now..."

"No, no of course not, but you'd be open to it?" I asked, cutting into his awkwardness. "Yes... It's a bit strange though, I can get pregnant." He said, a small smile breaking out on his face.

# # #

That afternoon, we didn't come out of our suite, we laid in bed, going over the stack of copied paperwork. We read about subhumans, what they are, how some C-types never found out their status. How most of them once triggered were highly sexual, and at extreme risk for sexually transmitted diseases.

We read about breeding periods, and how high our chances of conceiving were. We were caught up on each other when Avery's cellphone rang, he answered it and I waited. "What? Attacked where?! Yes ... Yes, I'm on my way!" He said, suddenly, frantically. Everything that was going good with us, was unexpectedly pulled from us that afternoon. That phone call changed Avery.