The Eclipse

Destiny was here.

It's all set in motion 7 days after Carmen helped set the trap. My mark would activate – and the moment it did I would lose control of my mind. I wasn't sure how that would feel.

Well; it felt like possession. I was staring at the moon over my apartment balcony and my senses started to dull. My vision tinged red.

And I started to move.

I turn toward the empty apartment and I see Carmen also acting a little strange.

She's looking at me and her eyes are –

"Your eyes are red," we whisper to each other simultaneously.

My eyes lower and I see a glowing mark coming from underneath her white t-shirt, near her hip bone.

"Carmen," I speak, pointing.

She tries to hide it, but knows she can't any longer, as she pulls up her shirt to show her hip.

"I didn't tell you... but... Onyx marked me too," of course Carmen tells me now, blushing with a small level of guilt.

"To breed?" I ask. It was too late to argue. We had lost control of our normal senses. The red was getting darker. It was getting harder to see.

"No, I – well, I –" Carmen abruptly stops talking and her eyes now glow from red, to pure black.

Her expression goes blank, and she turns and starts to walk.

I follow, suddenly senseless.

****

It's a jarring transition.

Bam. I've returned, completely disoriented. Time and direction are erased.

I get my soul back while standing in the middle of the dark forest, curiously back to back with Carmen. I immediately intertwine my hands with hers when I realise where we are. And we're both completely naked, out clothes tossed aside somewhere else.

The eclipse shadows over us, in full transition. We are in the perimeter of a circle in the Corridor to Die.

A short relief.

The trap will be set.

A voice of a familiar Lycan commands from the darkness of the trees, which swallow him from our weaker sight.

"Bend."

Oh, damn. Listen to that hungry demon.

Onyx is close and watching us, his voice echoes all around, eating its way into our brains.

I don't like that I cannot see him just yet.

Carmen and I bend our knees, as if that one word – bend – is all our souls need to hear to know the exact movement he wants. Not forward. Down.

We hit the soil, kneeling, hands still clasped as the only link to our will.

I'm staring at the ground, ears perked, my mind awaiting more instruction.

I feel my courage suddenly slam back into me.

Come for me you furry freak! I remember the encounters like yesterday, despite the years that have passed since. Last time Onyx completely owned me. Fucked me. Took my pleasure and made it a mark against me. Now it was my turn to prove I was no longer a fucking chew toy.

The ground vibrates as he moves into the clearing.

But not in front of me.

Carmen squeaks, and I look over my shoulder to see his furry paw on the back of her head, pressing her face into the ground, ass up. A humiliating pose.

I blush bright red and glare with all my might up at him.

Onyx is purely black – eyes glowing redder than rubies.

Our eyes meet in a forbidden clash.

The first thing Onyx sees is resistance.

The first thing I see is a matured and steady rage.

I don't trust this at all. Will he eat us or fuck us?

I may as well ask.

"To breed?" I ask, whispering it quietly.

Onyx kicks Carmen aside and she rolls onto her back, as he comes for me instead.

His hand grabs my neck, and he pulls me up to meet him eye to eye, feet hovering off the ground.

I just watch, as his nose sniffs my strained face, as his teeth drool excess saliva.

"Dissent," Onyx snarls another one word, and drops me.

My ankles roll and my knees hit the soil again. I bite my tongue as I lift my head, his enlarged and larger cock – fills my vision and brushes over my nose and against my face.

I recognise his bitchy Lycan attitude from my studies. He must have spent some time in hell recently. Perhaps the last week, preparing for this reunion. Onyx is now hungry for violence and sex combined. A Lycan's favourite fuck-time – this was well documented.

I pull back to see him grab the top of Carmen's head and her long hair is tangled in his claws as he pulls her up to the other side of his cock.

"Lick it, you dumb bitch," Onyx whispers to Carmen, so fucking mean.

She sticks out her tongue and immediately slides it across the shaft, down and up, raising her brows, making a whining pup noise as if asking for approval.

I roll my eyes, knowing she is just trying to save her own life.

And mine.

But I am arrogant from my training and the trap set with my Lycan Control team.

They are watching and waiting for the opportune moment.

I just hoped it was soon.

Onyx looks at me, refusing to participate.

Despite how nice his cock fucking smells to my senses?

I cross my arms over my chest and he just watches me intensely, until I dare meet his demon glare again.

As I do so, I breathe in through my nose, and I feel something strange happen to me.

My body starts to feel relaxed and hot from the inside, all of it emanating from my hip.

"Disappointing," Onyx mocks me, "She's smarter than you are," Onyx makes fun of me, before suddenly snarling at me – terrifying the shit out of me, "Whore yourself for me or pay the price –!"

His hot breath blows the hair right off my face.

Drool hits my cheek, and I feel my terror mix with my hormones at the snarl of an Alpha Lycan who's being ignored.

Onyx warns me again.

"Obey, slut."

For a second I think I'll be dead if I don't.

But as I open my lips and move my head toward his cock slowly – where Carmen is kissing the tip repeatedly, Onyx suddenly freezes in shock and anticipation of my brief submission.

I finally hear the noise I've been waiting for.

A loud and short BANG!

A silver bullet flies through his shoulder – needing to collide with the exact spot a Lycan is weakest – they have a Pulse Organ which helps facilitate the rush of the blood from their heart into every vein and capillary in an instant split second for refreshment of power. It helped them stay fast and on their feet.

Onyx screams out and falls forward, whimpering through his snarls.

Carmen rolls out of the way, gasping.

I'm frozen myself, watching Onyx start to writhe slowly on the ground, until he stops moving – his limbs too heavy even for himself.

They got it!

While the Pulse Organ was damaged and in healing mode, he would be immobilized but fully aware.

There was no way to 'knock out' a Lycan. They did not sleep.

They ran on some kind of dark energy, we theorised it was potentially from dark rituals they performed by killing their prey.

"HooRAWR!" one of my team mates, Tim, runs out, arms in the air, as the flood lights turn on, "We fucking did it Silvia!"

I am watching Onyx lay face down in the dirt, while my team runs around me.

A coat is placed over my shoulders.

As well as Carmen.

Ropes are hauled over the beast. The third Lycan to be caught in over three decades.

"Scary, huh," Carmen walks over to kneel beside me, holding my hand once more, "You okay?"

"Y-yeah... I'm fine," I whisper it so quietly, as the police heave to haul Onyx onto his back.

It doesn't work, and they have to slowly winch him over, then use the same tools to slowly drag him back to the cage in the truck parked on the side of the road. We cleared a path in advance.

Onyx finally lands on his back, breathing hard, unable to speak, eyes unable to move.

A demon frozen from a temporary organ failure.

"We have to move quickly," I stand and haul up Carmen with me, my adrenaline suddenly spiking, "We don't have long. Let's go."

The team start to hurry, while Tim comes over to me, grinning from ear to ear.

"Why the hell aren't you smiling?" Tim grabs my shoulders and shakes me just a little bit, "Hey? Come on, please. You did it. You. Did. This."

"Yeah, we actually did it," Carmen breathes, smiling wide, "What's wrong, Silvy?"

"I don't know," I snap quickly, look around the forest and glue my eyes back to Onyx.

"You scored the top dog," Tim tries to reassure me, "He's leverage against Lycans who run amuck in Dire Wolf City – this is going to change everything."

"I know it is," is all I can say, close to tears, "I – I know –"

"Come here, babe," Carmen pulls me aside, away from Tim's slowly fading smile.

He's excited but worried by my reaction.

Carmen pulls me into the shadows of the trees close by.

Special flood lights already light the entire area to keep out any other Lycans, blinding their senses so if they are near they won't see what's really going on.

"It's weird seeing a powerful creature fall, I get it," Carmen tries to reassure me, "It's against nature, or what we're used to. But you managed to catch him. Now you're the predator, and you don't like the feeling, that's normal – but you don't have to be cruel to him. You can still talk to him and explain how things are going to be now," I give her a look, that asks, really? And she adds, "While he's trapped in a cage he can't escape from."

"Yeah, but what if he does," I blurt it out. Carmen quickly seals her lips, and she pales a bit as she imagines what then – "Yeah, that's what I thought," I add, my voice hoarse.

"Think positive thoughts," Carmen exhales, trying to convince herself otherwise, "Positive thoughts."

"No, I'm sorry. I'm being rude. And so morbid," I change my tone, "We'll be fine – as long as he never escapes. Ever. Forever."

Carmen nods, smiling. I pull her in for a hug.

Fuck. We actually did it.

But that was the problem – what now and then what?

Lycans could live 'Forever'.

And I was just starting to realise that forever, was a very, very, long time.

Though I had succeeded in one of the most difficult operations known to mortal kind. To conquer one of them – a top tier supernatural freak – I was already starting to foresee the potential consequences.

Onyx was my responsibility now.