As the night drew closer, the smell of smog and exhuast filled his nostrils, the unmistakable smell of the city streets and back-alley mess filled his senses. The bumps and cracks in the roads and alleyways jolted through his body as the van continued on, everything was left to his smell, touch, and hearing, as a blindfold covered his eyes. His arm were useless and his legs even more so as tight, hemp rope coiled around his figure and bound him to the greatest degree in the cargo space of the van. His breathing was rough and the slightly unnerved smell of an unrecognizable smell littered the back of the vehicle. Time passed as the man, Jeremiah, was drug through unknown streets and vehicle paths before the city's smell was lost to him and the smell of the forest filled his nose. Two men sat with, burly men with tonfa in hand, and two in the front driving and navigating the van from place to place, before they finally stopped in the middle of nowhere. Thick trees seemed to curl around the van, with only a small clearing at the back doors of the van. The trees were deciduous trees, and they were thicker then many could have said they had seen before, blocking out most of the moonlight now overhead. The two men from the back opened the doors and slung the bound Jeremiah from the vehicle while laughing as their leader, the driver, slammed the front door closed and rounded the vehicle with a cackle.
"My oh my, dear Jeremiah. Do you know how long we have been watching you? How long we have been waiting for this? You are now on the other side of your own work. We have you, bound and happily at our whim. What shall we do with you? Torture? Kill? No,lord no. I think, we will do something much more vile and beneficial to our liking. You see, I think, we should have a bit of fun with your punishment." The leader stated as he knelt down and removed Jeremiah's blindfold. Jeremiah was now face to face with the leader, a white male with blonde hair and an athletic build. His eyes were brown, but in his emotional state that flashed to his shifter form, giving Jeremiah the knowledge that these shifters were the standard Werewolves, but what they were going to do to him was unknown to him at the present time, but he did have a slight idea.
"What, are you going to bake me some cookies and make me some tea?" He asked sarcastically with a smartass tone and a devilish grin. The leader was irritated, and snapped, which led to the burly males whipping their wooden tonfas off of Jeremiah's kidneys.
"Now, smartass, no. We are going to do something much more wonderful." The blonde male stood and turned to his navigator and smiled nodding. The man took forth a small syringe from his pocket and passed it to his Alpha while bowing and stepping back. The leader then pulled back his jacket sleeve and sent it into his arm. A moment later he pulled the syringe from his arm full of the crimson elixir that was his blood and he smirked kneeling back down in front of Jeremiah. He then looked and nodded to each of his pack members and they knelt down and held Jeremiah still while their Alpha jabbed the needle into Jeremiah's thigh, directly into a vein. "We are going to make you one of us." The Alpha stated while grinning wickedly and letting the blood seep into Jeremiah's blood stream. "We are going to make you a shifter, like ourselves and when you turn I am going to overpower you and make you one of my own, you will be my personal little trophy bitch." He added while patting Jeremiah's left cheek softly.
They let a minute or so pass while Jeremiah sat smiling happily, and insanely at the Alpha. The more the minute passed the more irritated you could see the Alpha's face row angry before he stood up and kicked his heels about. "I don't get it.. why haven't you turned yet? What is this? Is there some kind of protection now?" The man whipped his arms about while Jeremiah finally burst out. His lips parted instantly and unleashed an almost demonic cackle into the woods that echoed between the trees and the hills. "You blundering fool! Did you think a single person could do what I have done so easily, as I have done? You really are a dumbass shifter." Jeremiah seemed to roll over onto his side with laughter as the echoing cackle continued to linger and grow ever louder before he took several deep breaths and brought himself back up onto his knees, the Alpha nearly ready to kill him. "You are so oblivious, aren't you? You can't change..... a shifter! I am already one of you!" He screamed in joyful anger. "I will slaughter you like the rest!" He added as the shifters seem to jerk and step back ready to run or fight, while Jeremiah only took up a belly-drawn laugh and his muscles writhed in pain and his lips perked together and his tongue seemed to jut between his teeth quickly and lick his lips ever so slowly before he let out a whisper. "I hope you... taste salty." His arms jerked and his body curled, creating an immense tension on the rope that ripped and tore the hemp from his figure and his hands latched forward into the earth and he quickly began stripping off his shirt and jutting his pants backwards off his limbs. His bones cracked and crunched, his skull crackled as it assumed a forward fitting form and his skin began to grow a thick, medium length brown fur, and his hands tightened and grew long, hooked, claws off their ends and once his shift was complete he stood up on his hands legs and let out a blood-curdling, mind-shaking, fear-instilling roar echo from his lips. He had shifted, he had shown them his secret, and now they would die at the hands of a massive Grizzly they had assumed was merely a man.
The grizzly dropped forward from it's hind legs and swiped it's massive right paw at the Alpha, but he jumped back quickly and screamed for his henchmen to attack while he cowered around the front of the van. His navigator lunged forward with a machete he pulled from the back of the vehicle and slashed at Jeremiah, getting a few glancing slices on his left shoulder before the bear reared back and swung the back of his right paw to bitch slap the male to the ground. The other two burly males came in from each side and unleashed a series of blows with their tonfas to Jeremiah's back that did little more then piss him off, he quickly reared up again on his hind legs and extending his front legs out to the side slightly and swiped gingerly, causing the burly men to fall backwards and scramble along the ground before reaching their feet once more, several feet from Jeremiah. He dropped yet again and turned to his right and took a few quick steps to close the distance between him and the his next victim. He charged with a quick burst of speed and tackled the shifter to the ground and then swiped with both paws at his chest tearing through his clothes and then through his chest, cleaving away skin and meat to unveil the ribs and bones in his chest that concealed his organs and heart. He then latched down with his large jaw and crunched away, with one good bite, the right ribs, and spat the bones from his mouth. By this time the shifter was long dead, but Jeremiah was on a blood frenzy and he sunk his snout into the man's chest and blood back after a moment, before turning to face the next shifter, revealing his freshly blood-soaked fur and gnarly form which held the previous shifter's heart within his dripping teeth. He then bit down and swallowed the heart as gush of blood ran from his lips and seeped to the ground. The second burly shifter locked his eyes on the gruesome scene and turned to run, but was too late as he tripped over a tree root and the massive bear had charged once more and now stood over the shifter's back. He lifted his left paw and then placed it on the lower back of the man, applying a painful pressure, before raising his right paw as well and placing it on the shifter's neck. Jeremiah then shifted his weight forward and snapped the neck of the shifter. The blood began to surface from an opening made by one of the ridges on the vertebra. He then latched his gaping maw of a mouth around the back of the shifter's skull and crushed it with ease, which resulted in breaking bone and squirting grey-matter from the holes left by Jeremiah's teeth. He then returned his attention to the van, and the two weasels who were last seen near it, the navigator though was gone. All that was left was the Alpha and he stood at the back of the van, wielding Jeremiah's own .45-70 Rifle at him, with a grin. He clicked the lever down and then back up to chamber a round and squeezed the trigger to pop off a round, but the imbecile was firing from the hip with scared and shaking hands. The round landed to the left of Jeremiah in a tree and Jeremiah huffed in a grizzly manner while slowly turning and walking towards the alpha, who repeated the process of trying to shoot him, and he grew shakier and shakier with each step Jeremiah took before he finally collapsed to his knees before the bear and begged to the beast for his life. The alpha pleaded, prayed, and cried in front of Jeremiah, but it affected him none. He licked the side of the shifter's face before pushing him backwards and biting at his neck, closing off his wind pipe while simultaneously bleeding his jugulars until he stopped breathing and became deceased. Upon the cease of the man's life Jeremiah began to swipe his claws over the Alpha's neck until the flesh and muscle was rendered from the spine and then he once more used his maw to latch onto the spine and ripped the neck from the body. The Alpha's head now hung from the spine, and from Jeremiah's mouth as he began to leave the scene, still in bear form. On his way out he passed a sign on a tree notifying him to his location. He was in East Lyn, West Virginia.
Sam had joined them when they ate, with Rhea at his side joyfully he nestled her into him after dinner and he wrapped his right arm around her warmly. Of all the days in his life up to this point, of all the days that could have transpired instead of this one, of all the days that will come after this one, it was this one that seemed to have sunk into his personality the most. It was this day, that forged who he is and who he will be from now on. He had become more then just another pack member, he was now a Beta, and in love with what he had whole-heartedly knew was his true mate. The meal within itself seemed surreal, to be eating together as a new pack, when they had just up and left their old one after murdering it's Alpha, and many of them had family in the old pack... Rhea had family in the old pack... He almost felt bad for what he had done, he had stripped her from her brother, her school, her studies... from everything. He turned to look at her as she ate, and he tried to smile, but the result was a half-and-half between a smile and a frown. He turned back to his own food and finished it diligently without a mutter of a word. His mind raced too thoroughly for him to be able to speak, but when the meal was over he led Rhea to a room of their agreed choosing and sat her down on the bed. "Rhea... I love you, but..." He paused a moment as he looked into her gorgeous eyes. "I have seemingly, and selfishly, ripped you away from everything in your life. I understand, if you want to go back, you can still go back. You can tell Rick whatever lie you want, you have too much to leave behind. Your brother, your school, everything. You can still get that back." He said smiling, trying to reassure her that if she chose to do so, he would be happy with that.
