At the stroke of midnight is an unsettling, deep and hellish silence. Seconds later, I hear the pit-pater of light feet, clicking with razor sharp claws across the hard floors, while my door is left wide open.

I watch from the bed as I see Magnus' Lycan walk by my door, in the enveloping darkness, he stops to huff in the smell of my scent – before turning toward me, and leaning down to fit his furry head through the doorway, to smile at me.

Without a single word between us, I nod, and Magnus understands my willingness to co-operate.

I can't even hear him breathe, as his huge wolf head pulls back out of the door and he stands back up to his full height in the hall.

I watch as in that moment, a torch light shines on his torso from one of the roaming guards on shift.

Magnus sprints – like lightning.

I wait for a scream but all I hear is bones crackling, one after another

I almost laugh, but I keep it in.

I was dying to get back my freedom, and my brain was a little numbed from the drugs, but not too much thankfully. My system seemed to eat up the pills like nothing.

Magnus starts running wild, and it's a minute or so before I hear a scream, and it's not from a bloody death, but from a member of staff finding the first corpse.

Just as that nurse screams in the distance, she is attacked by the demon searching for souls. Carmen simultaneously leaps into my door frame, scaring the shit out of me.

She is grinning and her vampire fangs are freshly painted red.

"Who'd you kill?" I blurt, curious.

"All the rapists, lol, about time they tasted their own dicks, the real fucking monsters in here," she waltzes in, and shoots out a hand toward me.

"You're a queen of something, it might not be of Lycans but I'm spooked yet again. You're a special kind of crazy, Carmen. How did you come back to your senses?" I ask.

"Shocked myself a few times in the ECT unit... and maybe a few of the staff too," she admits with a shrug, "Hold my hand, Silvia?" I grab her offered palm and we walk out into the corridor, shoulder to shoulder. The red carpet is laid out, running like a river down the hall toward the drains, "Pretty isn't it," Carmen admires the lifeblood gifted to us.

Magnus is moving like a shade, we can't see him as he uses the darkness to navigate and butcher every fleeing soul.

With one exception in mind.

The brilliantly insane. The wrongly accused. Any friend we made, roams the halls freely, keys to get out, in their possession from the guards.

Carmen and I watch as they are drawn toward the exit by the trail of blood Magnus left for them.

He was so kind to our friends!

Carmen and I leave our area, skipping over various corpses with crushed chests, hands tightly clasped as we see where Magnus travels last.

Dr. Reynolds office.

Now we hear intense screeching, beyond this realm, pain and aching and whatever else. The death echoes across the walls, over and over. It's a little hard to know how the death is being handed out, but Lycans knew who were truly deceitfully evil, and those who were innocent. They judged accordingly.

Carmen and I watch Magnus duck out of the room, all eight feet of him, emanating heat and sweat as he stands guard, waiting for us to approach.

Once we are at his side, we turn to peak into the office.

Dr. Reynolds isn't in one piece, but scattered all over the room.

How else to put it?

I call out to him, "You met a Lycan, Doc. Tell me what it's like?" I ask Dr. Reynolds blood and bones, with Magnus standing guard by my side.

I would say 3 minutes passed, and the asylum was officially dead.

My ears are attuned, as a hellish steam fills the halls, as if hell is close by, sucking in the acquired souls. I only hear the blood dripping down the drains, Magnus' hot heaving breaths and the small bits of meat falling out of his teeth onto the floor when he licks his fangs all clean.

I smile up at him, and then then office, newly haunted.

Magnus lets rip a hellish snarl to fill the corridors.

"Anything for the Queen!" he turns to me, his first words of the night, and the last.

He scoops me up, and Carmen – and takes us home at break neck speed.

****

Home is where the fur is.

That is what I think, as Magnus takes Carmen and I back to Onyx Lycan Nightclub.

9 months gone.

Saved.

And returned.

The club has been refurbished and expanded. No longer just a boutique underground club.

I'll be honest. What I'm witnessing right now, is probably the most terrifying thing I've ever seen in my entire life since dealing with demons.

I just can't fucking comprehend it. The club is full of Lycans shifted into mortal form. The pack is running the club with Oswald behind the counter, helping to serve the drinks.

Magnus had thrown us into the crowd haphazardly then disappeared to get changed into a mortal outfit in the backrooms.

Carmen and I are still in our hospital gowns, looking like we're in costumes, still holding hands and now standing back to back, as we turn in a circle, in the middle of the dance floor, taking in the new vibe as humans dance around us.

Any threats of death have been removed from the entry, and the walls.

There are no references to being fucked to death, or eaten – just strobe lights and a stage for the DJ, and brand new booths and a second bar.

All kinds of humans are in here, dancing very safely. No sex on the dance floor. Just music and alcohol.

Just a very mortal scene.

My heart has flooded with love and admiration.

Onyx fucking did it. He embraced humanity all the way.

For me?!

Carmen and I are still back to back, totally in awe. I turn to her and tap her on the shoulder.

When she faces me, she is also speechless.

"Drink?" I yell at her.

"Yes," Carmen answers me, her eyes calm, her voice losing the edge of stressed insanity.

Just as we decide to head to the bar together, where I will reunite with my mate – Magnus reappears and has us both gawking.

He's dressed to kill, his black locks well groomed, wearing jeans and a black shirt.

Magnus places his hands on the small of our backs and charmingly kisses me on the forehead, then Carmen.

How sweet.

Without a word he gruffly makes a noise of an impatient Lycan under his breath, as he lightly ushers us toward the bar and two awaiting stools.

The club goers seem to part to allow the girls in hospital gowns to access the bar. Heh. We were the weirdos now.

Onyx is working in a white shirt and blue jeans. He's pouring shots of vodka, his eye on me as I'm just stupidly stumbling toward him, my system overloaded with adrenaline and dopamine.

Magnus seats Carmen and I down firmly, then backs off.

"Long time no fucking?" Onyx asks me casually, as if the fact I ran away was no big deal at all.

"Yes," I agree, and immediately swallow the first shot and then slam it down with a big smile, "You're so fucking hot like this, Onyx! Fuck!" I blurt out, as my mate runs a hand through his black hair and scoffs at my reaction, swearing under his breath, before a menacing glint flashes in his eyes as he turns to keep working. He is barely keeping it in.

Onyx side steps and starts making other drinks for other patrons.

Carmen puts a hand on my knee and squeezes, and I look to follow her gaze.

Sloan.

He's approaching Carmen from the side, holding a bag of something suspicious.

He stops approaching from about ten feet away, and then throws Carmen the bag, a worried expression evident on his face. He is hoping for something.

She immediately opens the gift and shows me the contents.

Rubies, diamonds and sapphires.

"He's trying to buy me, fucking asshole," Carmen tells me, as she stares up at him with no expression.

"I'm sorry," Sloan calls out, "For decapitating you."

"FINALLY! That's all I fucking wanted to hear!" Carmen suddenly screams in a rage, leaping off her stool and jumping into him, shoving his chest, "How many times did I have to stab you to make you realise?" she locks her eyes on him, as he steps back into her and his forehead drops down to hers, as she glares up at him and he eats it all up, totally turned on by her.

"Only ten thousand times bitch," Sloan drawls over her mouth, and they start making out – like – immediately.

Carmen jumps and wraps her legs around his waist as they melt into each other.

Aw.

When I turn back around to the bar, I frown. What?

Onyx is gone and so is anyone of his pack who were serving.

There seem to be different humans serving now.

Where did he go?

One of the new bar tenders pours me another shot on the house.

I take it and drink it with a small smile, feeling lonely, wondering with an aching in my chest, when–

Fingers crawl along my skull, bunching up my blonde waves, before yanking my head back.

My neck is pulled into an arc, and I'm looking up at the ceiling, and Oswald – standing behind me with the whole pack.

"Welcome home," oh Onyx, my thighs clench as he drawls over me, and my mouth is slightly parted.

Onyx takes that as an invitation to spit into my mouth. Fuck yes.

I taste it and swallow, and someone else in the pack has put a hand over my neck to feel my throat move, choking me a bit. Mm.

Before I lose myself entirely, I close my eyes and say it, "Onyx. Our pups, they –"

Onyx's hand swiftly covers my mouth, stopping me from talking, and he leans down to whisper into my ear.

"Thank you. Lycans live on. You did your duty," he pulls away from me, still holding my head back firmly, "You still want to learn to be a nun? Since you're so wet for it."

I don't have time to sarcastically answer.

Onyx lifts me up off the stool and releases me, but only because I'm surrounded by the pack, who lead me toward his punishment room which still exists, unmarked.

The door opens to reveal a pitch black space awaiting us.

Once we're all in, the door slams shut, and then an unnatural and unholy light floods the room.

Blood red. Familiar.

I see now.

My pack.

They've all shifted, totally blocking me in between all of their ripped torsos. The Lycans' hellish heat turns me on, while I'm totally dwarfed by their fur and dripping fangs. I'm practically buried between them all and I love it.

"I think you all deserve a heartfelt apology," I tell my beloved Lycans, while reaching for my hospital gown.

My effort is unneeded because their claws butcher the gown for me, shredding it to tiny pieces as they all pull it off my body at the same time.

I add aloud, now naked with wet and sticky thighs, "I missed you," I moan it, looking for one Lycan in particular.

Onyx is standing in the back, outside of the circle.

We lock eyes, and he tilts his head, just as I'm attempting to call him forward.

He snarls an order, drowning out his Queen.

"Drench her."

My mouth is the victim.

Some Lycan hands pull my mouth open for them, while others push me to my aching knees.

My breath is stolen from me.

There was a price to pay for my absence and it was to drown on their cum.

It's a ritual of possession and ownership of their favourite demon whore.

I'm swept away by them, as my tongue is bruised, my eyes rolling back into my head with each hard cock that fucks my mouth.

It's wave after wave of white foam from the sea of a demon's seed. It's never enough.

I'm washed in it, and Onyx is overlooking the whole scene.

One cock after another I take right into the back of my throat. The pack make sure my stomach overflows with cum, as they salivate all over my naked body.

Only when I'm drenched in it, does the door slam as one after another, Onyx's brothers leave the room, after changing my scent to the pack once again.

I'm left kneeling, totally ravaged, with an invisible crown as I come face to face with the final one.

The King of Lycans waits for me.

Onyx's fur is singed to black once more, his cock is straining so damn hard in front of me right now, he's ready to fucking burst all over my face. Oh, I wish he would.

Instead, Onyx is staring down at me, his crimson eyes are leaking.

"I missed you too," I choke on my own tears of dismay at leaving him.

Onyx doesn't slap me with his cock or choke me with it, instead, he unexpectedly squats in front of me, until his wolf head is much closer to mine. Almost at my level, but still above.

"I missed you more, bitch," Onyx's voice drips with the warmth of a man born in hell, but a man born – "Listen closely," his wolf teeth are on display, as his gums pull back to show off his shiny cruel sharp shredders, so fucking huge, bone breakers, absolutely terrifying, I'm mystified, "Are you listening, or fucking yourself?"

So what if I had two fingers between my legs, already fucking my aching pussy.

"Mm," I agree, biting my lip. I'm listening.

"You're a filthy fucking whore, and I love you more than you know," Onyx politely licks my face, then abruptly stands.

My fingers leave my pussy and my heart blooms. Onyx lifts me up by my hair, throws me onto a bench and fills my ass with his straining cock, using his claws to push my hand back between my legs, he encourages me to keep fucking myself.

All thoughts cease as he settles his firm hard dick, nice and deep in my ass, and locks his knot inside my body too. There is no escape.

Unlike every other time, Onyx isn't rushed or in a ritualistic mood, where I'm practically being sacrificed.

Instead, he's slow and rather gentle for a Lycan, only fucking me so hard I can still stay conscious.

"Oh, fuck. I love you too, you big softie," I giggle as he slow-fucks me.

Onyx trails a claw down my back, almost drawing blood.

He leans down over my back, his fur warming me, and his fangs by my ear, "I can still eat you alive, you dumb fuck."

I bite my lip, as my body squeezes and I climax over his unrealistic threat.

I moan louder with my climax as I move back and forward, trying my best to fuck him back.

Onyx puts a firm claw on my back and stops my pathetic squirming.

I loved being his Queen.

I look over my shoulder again, as Onyx slow fucks me in the red light of his magic.

"...you ugly motherfucker..." I taunt him, my voice husky with my pussy clenching over and over and over – I just wanted to fucking push him.

Onyx leans over me with a violent snarl, yes, and he scares me into looking forward, as he starts to fuck me rougher and much deeper.

I just wanted to die, that's all, with him inside me.

"Yes, please," I look back at him, "Yes, please. Harder"

My Lycan slows down again, smiling menacingly.

He leans down and bites my ass – hard, until I bleed.

I scream as I explode again and Onyx keeps me bent over and still in place after marking me. This time as he fucks me, he puts a furry hand over my lips and keeps me dead silent so he can fuck me without hearing another word. I can barely breathe as I can only do so through my nose.

When Onyx finally bruises my ass and pussy enough, he releases his seed in my ass and pulls out. Only then, when I'm let go, do I feel a heavy weight around my neck.

I reach up and grasp at it, bent over the bench, I feel a necklace and pull it out – glancing at a heart.

Bought at some kind of jewellery store.

It's a locket.

I lean up from the bench, breathless and legs trembling, as I sit down on the floor, legs now crossed, as I look at what's inside the locket.

I expect a jewel or a picture.

Instead, a handwritten note falls out, into my palm.

Onyx's messy handwriting.

Ah.

Um.

It.

Says.

I squint.

Will... you... marry me?

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

My throat dries up. I gulp.

I turn the message around.

Mortal me, by the way.

I look up at him, the Lycan backed up in the corner of the room, and I'm left speechless yet again.

Onyx makes an animalistic noise in his throat, waiting, prompting me to answer.

But my throat is too bone dry.

My fingers are shaking and I –

"Will you be my Lycan Queen and my mortal wife, Silvia?" he asks, as politely as possible.

But his voice wavers a bit and I can't take it.

"Why did you do all this for me?" I ask, "Y-you choose me? And, and a mortal... and a mortal life? Like, like, like –"

Onyx shifts into his mortal form, and slides down the wall onto his butt, staring at me, sprawled out and naked, hoping that stops my fearful stuttering.

"I'll spoil you," he tempts me, "I'll be kind," now that's a lie, or a joke, or both. I smile, he doesn't. He waits, looking grim and serious.

"Isn't that illegal for a priest to marry?" I ask him.

"You think I give a fuck," Onyx asks me, numb by emotion, before he snarls, "Would you hurry up and answer the fucking question?"

"Yes," I smile softly, "My answer is yes. On one condition," Onyx stays silent, waiting. I see it in his steady red eyes. He'll give me anything I want, "Nothing," I change my mind, "Well – Carmen has to host the wedding."

"Who else?" Onyx agrees, smirking.

"I need a shower," I tell him.

"Yes. You do. You stick like Lycan balls, after all," Onyx agrees, without any expression, "A mark of respect," I roll my eyes, and his voice drops multiple octaves, "...don't roll your eyes..." I look at him and he is dead serious, as he asks instead, curious, "Will you crawl for me, Silvia?"

I nod, but I hold up my hand, "I'll do anything you want."

"Oh, I know," Onyx's eyes don't leave mine.

He's so serious and in charge of his emotions right now. Its super cute!.

Ah! I want to kiss his cheeks!

I crawl toward him now, and he waits for me to crawl up over his chest, so I'm staring up at him under his chin, as he looks down at me.

"You're beautiful for a cum dumpster whore," Onyx admits, "Disgusting. Smelly. Delicious."

"Oh, stop it, stop threatening to eat me – "

"Oh, I will one day," Onyx challenges me, with his lips whispering into my ear, "No one else is allowed to kill y –"

No. I punch him in the balls, and lean up as he grimaces and shoves my arm away, as I threaten to punch him twice.

"Trust me," I growl over his face as I start to stand, "You try that shit, I'll get you first," I push my knee into this throat, and keep his head up, as I smile down at him, "You follow my pussy around like a damn slave, Onyx, I'm not stupid. You're a slut for this bitch."

Onyx pretends to be submissive in that second, allowing me to press my knee into his throat.

In the meantime, he smiles with menacing intent.

"You're cute," he whispers. That makes me nervous.

Uh – yeah I should stop pretending to care so much, heh.