Chapter 93: A Sorrowful Howler

The Deep Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Midnight arrived and Casey Allen Peterson found himself climbing out of bed, his eyes were glowing white and he seemed poised in the wake of something that he couldn't put a finger on even with his conscious mind active in the heat of the moment. A low growl rumbled from the back of his throat as he found himself moving toward his bedroom window and jumping out of it and down to the yard in one fast swoop. He'd been half naked, running about amid the strange fog and the darkness on bare feet with his claws out and his fangs extended. He'd been having a good deal of vile dreams and visions ever since he'd been training to tap into his inner wolf. The call of the moon, sweet Luna, and her song a low hum in his ears as he moved about in her soft white glow. His beastly heart had been glad of her presence she'd been like a comforting old lover in a sense and he felt he'd die to protect her.

A scent unknown had caught his attention.

A scent of something dangerous as he moved through the trees. Keen ears picked up the sound of somber howling. The rather attentive Casey's heart beat wildly within the confines of his chest as he rushed through the trees to the source of the sad howling, as it seemed to radiate all through his body and bombard him with a deep sense of sadness as well. Never had he known such an intense notion of pain aside from when he saw Rick's repressed memories of the night his family was killed.

The howls became more intense and the sadness increased twenty-fold as Casey sifted through the looming trees and ventured further into the darkness of the woods. The pain and agony bombarded him with each step closer to the source of the sound.

He had been shocked to find a naked and half-transformed Rick Channon standing in the center of the woods. He'd been all claws and tense muscles as he stood with his weary mind trapped in the wake of a night terror but he'd been sleepwalking.

Casey eased his way close to him noting the blood and the dirt that covered his sweat-slick body as he howled amid the darkness of the looming trees. The painful cries had been filled to the brim with angst and sorrow to the likes of which made tears swell in the corners of the younger lad's eyes. He could feel Rick's agony even as he howled and clawed at the ground desperate and angry at the fact that his wayward emotions and hidden memories had finally gotten the better of him.

Rick seemed to have been out of his mind as Casey approached him and was quite feral in terms of the nature of the wolf that resided within him. Casey took note of the dead carcasses beneath his feet and the potent stench of entrails and fear that lingered from the blood of the dead deer he'd slaughtered in the wake of his wild hunt of sorts.

"Rick?" said Casey reaching him at last.

The older brooding teen snarled and flashed his fangs as he turned his attention to the one that had invaded his territory. He lunged and tackled Casey to the ground aiming to do him a good deal of harm only for Casey to effectively submit to him rolling onto his back and whimpering as Rick towered above him still snarling and his eyes red as his fangs flashed and he took in the scent of the younger lad who's heart was beating about a mile per minute.

The scent of him and the added submissions seemed to get Rick's attention and his eyes went from the eerie red glow to the familiar yellow hue that always accompanied his lust and Casey's as well. The larger werewolf growled and then sniffed the curious area of Casey's neck where he'd often bit and licked when they'd been having sex.

The younger lad let out a low moan as he felt his arousal stir almost immediately despite his inward fear of what Rick in his manic state had been capable of. Much to his relief, Rick groaned and pressed his body against his as he continued to lick the same area where he'd marked his mate amid various sexual acts.

"Case?" said Rick slowly coming to his senses despite his heightened sense of arousal.

"Rick?" said Casey pleased that he'd finally managed to calm the brooding older werewolf down.

"What the hell am I doing here?" asked Rick wincing from the massive headache he'd been enduring as his fangs retracted and his eyes shifted back into their natural chaotic dark hue.

"Sleepwalking," replied Casey as his fangs had done the same and once more his blue orbs peered into Rick's dark pools of sorrow grateful that his mind had once more been his own after the bloody rampage he'd been on beforehand.

Rick groaned as he collapsed onto his back beside Casey amid the fallen leaves of the darkened woods. The coppery scent of blood and dampened earth had been all around them.

"I remember," said Rick with a ghastly expression filed across his handsome face.

Casey looked over at him silently but was filled with a good deal of concern.

"I know," he replied more than a bit sorry that his strange new abilities had brought out such dark memories for his already suffering lover.

"They were just little kids," said Rick as hot tears began to run down his cheeks. "They didn't even see it coming."

Casey rolled over onto his side and scooted toward Rick knowing all too well he'd been referring to his younger siblings and their murder on that awful night. Out of everything that happened to him, he'd been the most mournful of not being able to protect them.

"If I hadn't gone out for firewood...I maybe could have..." began Rick only to be silenced by Casey planting a kiss on his lips and stroking his cheek.

"It's not your fault Rick," said Casey softly as he stroked Rick's cheek once more. "You almost died too."

"I did die," replied Rick suddenly in a low tone. "I remember, I did die but the old wolf's blood had activated when they put me on the machines, they shocked my chest for quite some time and the machines beeped and clicked all around me, they kept saying I was dead but then I came back...only me."

"Well I'm not sorry you came back," said Casey. "We would have never met if you had died that night and I couldn't imagine what my life would be like now without you."

"Well, you wouldn't have been cursed to be a giant dog for one," said Rick with a smirk.

"Might have happened, the old brute does still dwell in the woods," replied Casey.

"And you'd still be jerking off to porn vids with no concept of pussy or my very big dick drilling yours," replied Rick, given to his usual vulgarity if only to break the sorrowful mood that overtook them.

"And there he is, my rather perverse handsome big dick Daddy," replied Casey kissing Rick on the lips as the older boy pulled him closer.

They shared a series of other kisses for a few moments and basked in the ambiance of the wilderness for a time before getting to their respective feet and heading back to Casey's place. Rick had not dared venture back to his Aunts for fear of what he might do in Casey's absence. He'd also been dreading whether or not he'd done something in his manic state that he couldn't take back.