I Claim Your Love

Chapter 22: The Awakening

Right after parting ways with Garrick and the humans; Callan put his feet in motion to his designated

spot. On the way though, he could feel his knees trembling and his head spinning. His eyes were

contracting themselves to take in more of the surroundings. He halted his legs and put one hand over

his forehead pressing his thumbs over it to ease the newly generated pain. His body was burning like a

hot furnace.

He looked around for any possible help. His mother was too far away sitting with the bunch of ladies

while his father was nowhere to be seen. Fayette on the other hand was sitting in the front lines and

calling her would grab unnecessary attention. Any pack member would hardly care for his plea while

disturbing anyone outside the pack would not be fair to them.

Callan's vision was fading and he needed help as soon as possible.

A tap on his shoulders caught his attention. "If you don't feel good maybe you should have just stayed

at home."

Callan could gather that a lady wearing a green ankle length gown was standing in front of him. She

had long shiny hair while she smiled at the man as if she knew him. But Callan was not able to

recognise her. His sight caught hold of the bracelet she was wearing and to his relief he suddenly

embraced the lady.

"Aurora."

"Then who stupid." She smacked his forehead only to retract it fast as if she had just touched a melting

lava.

"You are burning!"

"I don't know what is happening Aurora. I don't feel so good.." Callan said between his panting breaths.

"Don't worry. Lets just get out of here first."

"But what about the ceremony?"

Aurora rolled her eyes. "I am sure someone will spare the details for you. Now common!"

She wrapped her palm with a cloth and got hold of Callan's hand. Callan was feeling dizzy, beads of

sweat formed around his forehead. His feet were wobbly while he was completely unaware where he

was going. He tried to take measured steps to keep his balance but failed after a few times. He trusted

Aurora and tried his best to follow her lead.

They escaped the ceremony and made their way through the forests. Halfway though Callan's senses

gave up and he collapsed suddenly. Aurora tried to pick up the man but he was too heavy for her to lift.

She struggled for sometime but she gasped when suddenly Callan's body was up above the ground

floating in mid air.

"He is too heavy." Sabinus groaned and gritted his teeth to use his strength to lift Callan.

Aurora rushed to Sabinus and held his hands to ease his pain. She helped him with her own powers.

"You are late. You were supposed to meet me at the entrance of the field."

"I was stalled by my Alpha. I had to attend him first."

Aurora nodded in understanding. The Rivera pack representatives were the last to show up. Since their

arrival Sabinus had been busy catering to the needs of his pack. Both of them shifted their attention to

Callan and very carefully made a safe way for him through the forest.

Callan was taken to a cliff by the edge of the river. He was then rested to a thick spread of grass. His

breaths quivered in short quick gasps every time he inhaled. His chest thumped dramatically as he was

unable to bear the chilly winds outside. He could not stop shaking either.

Aurora was visibly disturbed by Callan's current condition. But she knew that he had to go through this

sooner or later.

Sabinus on the other hand was busy encircling his enchanted dust around the man. He then carefully

placed five earthen pots at equal distance. He nodded at Aurora and both of them began building a

mystical dome around Callan.

"How long will it take before he wakes up?" Aurora asked Sabinus curiously.

"One hour maybe. But if the procedure completes itself before that than maybe he could wake up

before we could think of."

"I should have increased the dose, maybe he would have slept for three hours." Indeed it was Aurora

who had put some magical herbs in Callan's food to drug him. As per their plan it was necessary for

Callan to be unconscious for the procedure.

"You did good." Sabinus kissed her forehead. "Besides he wont be human after tonight so any amount

of dose would have been useless."

"Will Einar be able to trace Callan here? I mean Callan has no scent remember."

Sabinus pointed to the sky "Its the blue moon my love. He will definitely find a way to be near his

beloved. But when that happens we have to flee the spot."

Aurora was already feeling guilty for putting her friend in such situation and now leaving him to deal

with his problems alone did not seem fair. "But why? Callan might need us. He might not adjust with his

surroundings."

Sabinus sighed and put his arm around Aurora "When he wakes up, he will feel an emotional

turbulence like no other. His body will be trying to modify itself. In this state he would reflect the

emotions of the person who is near to him as if the feeling is his own."

"Callan would want to rely on someone." She furrowed her eyes and whispered "That means when

Einar finds him; Callan's emotions would mirror that of Einar."

"Yes and since its a full moon day, all Einar would want to do is mate his beloved. Einar's wolf would

want to claim Callan as his forever."

"And Callan would reciprocate his feelings." Aurora raised her brows and happily gasped as if she had

solved the puzzle.

"Yes my love."

Their chat was interrupted when the sky creaked and the clouds bellowed its largest. The sky had

gathered clouds above them in its fullest while the moon seemed to be shining all its glow to the ground

below. The rumbling of clouds took a dramatic turn when a gigantic column of wildly twisting air

appeared out of nowhere. It was fascinating but horrifying at the same time. Aurora and Sabinus

quickly shielded themselves with their magic.

The twisting air made a deafening sound and was slowly approaching the earth below. The wild column

kissed the ground below and encircled its tapering end around the body of the man as if sucking him in.

It swept away Callan's body which was now floating up in the air. Callan's body was elevated at a

considerable distance from the ground while his arms were raised to the sky as if embracing the

onslaught as a friend. The air had entirely engulfed Callan and was now revolving around him

vigorously. The strength of the winds had such power that it tarnished every piece of cloth Callan was

wearing.

With the powerfully rotating winds came the deathly dark clouds. The condensed black mass floated

around the man just outside the storm. The clouds carried the unassailable thunder and lightning which

demanded attention as it gathered momentum. The clouds through the winds were dashing its flashes

of lightning at Callan's body. With every stroke of thunder he beamed like a shining star. Every muscle

fibre on his body glowed to the extreme while it diminished its illumination gradually. This continued for

a fair amount of time until he gasped inhumanly large while his body radiated, resembling the morning

sun; he shined like pure gold.

Aurora and Sabinus could not believe their eyes. They had heard and read about this phenomenon but

considered themselves fortunate to witness it with their own eyes. Once in a thousand years they say.

They considered themselves fortunate to have been acquaintances with such a supreme being. Callan

just looked phenomenal. He radiated such a powerful aura which automatically brought the mystics to

their knees. It was beyond magical.

The sky roared thunderously and the air decelerated its speed. Callan's body became horizontal and

he was slowly back to the ground again. As if on que the clouds and the tornado disappeared

miraculously. The sky became clear once again leaving the moon and the stars to dominate their reign.

Aurora started collecting the pots while Sabinus was trying to erase the encircled mist. He grabbed a

spare trousers from his bag and wore them to the unconscious body of Callan.

"I hope elder odulf is handling the situation as planned." Sabinus prayed the goddess.

"He has the most difficult job among the three of us. I wish Callan's shirt does the trick."

"I hope so too. Now lets go."

Sabinus quickly moved his palm in a circular motion to make disappear the mystical dome around

Callan while Aurora collected the five pots and wrapped them with clothes of different colors. Aurora

smiled at Callan one last time and both of them left the place hoping that Einar successfully finds

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After a few moments Callan could feel his heavy lids, his heart beats were steady while his quite lure to

sleepiness still remained. He was conscious but just.

Soon his breathing started picking up pace. His throat went dry and he moaned lustfully licking his lips.

He moved his hands through his chest and then through his hair. A fire was ignited in his gut. He

unconsciously moved his hands through his chest to his abdomen all the way down to his groins.

His hands found a head as one peculiar succulent pair of lips had wrapped his penis all around it. Two

hands grabbed his hips and took all of him inside their mouth. He moaned in pleasure. He tangled and

twisted his fingers inside long strands of thick hair. His manhood was grabbed by a hand which

generally stroked him in slow painful motions while his body was electrified when another hand ran

through his naked torso. Teasing him; making him even more hungry.

His lips became aware of being touched as feathered fingertips were outlining the entirety of his lips.

Small bumps appeared on the surface of his skin as his body hair became erect and he breathed

heavily. He slowly opened his eyes in a daze and saw a beautiful face staring at him. He could see the

lust, the passion and the hunger in those eyes.

It was Viola.

He snapped and quickly flipped, reversing the position and being the dominant. He moved the strands

of hair from her face and looked at her intently. His heart beats matched hers while she coyly lowered

her eyes. Callan was smitten; he could no longer hold himself and his mouth was on hers in the next

instant. His didn't relent in his movements as he ravished every bit of those pulpy lips. He held the back

of her neck with one hand while moving his other hand around her body seemingly removing her

clothes in the process. He caressed his hands between her legs and slowly moved his longest finger

inside her. Viola gasped in ecstasy. He continued the thrusts with a steady motion before putting

another of his fingers inside of her. With every stroke he made, Viola screamed, moaned Callan's

name. At this moment she did not care if she appeared to be needy. All she wanted was to melt in her

mans arms and be the dirty bitch. Callan slowly lowered his body while kissing every part of her torso

before digging his face in her lady parts. Viola couldn't hold herself and she giggled with heavy breaths;

panting and moaning in pleasure.

"Wait.." She gasped in surprise and moved her head in a circular motion "Did you hear that?"

Callan uninterestingly replied "What?" and continued to fondle her vagina.

"I think I heard Einar."

Callan looked up at her and furrowed his eyes. "Why would he be here? A grand ceremony is going on

for him he must be busy with that."

"I think I heard him. It was his cry of distress; like he was in pain." She whispered "Should we go and

check?"

Callan sighed "First of all he would never come to this part of the pack in the middle of his coronation. It

is way too far. Secondly lets just say that he is in some kind of a situation than there are people who

can take care of him." he raised an eyebrow "Besides, do you really want to go now when I do this.." he

stroked his tongue in and out of her. She completely gave in to her temptations and started fondling her

breasts.

Violas moans of pleasure were seemingly becoming louder and Callan knew that she was close. Callan

than slowly grabbed her orbs and made his way to claim her mouth again. He positioned his length in

between her legs and teased her when he circled it around her loins of heat and snapped her with his

penis.

"Callan we cant." Viola suddenly pulled back.

"But why?" Callan whispered nibbling her ears.

"Its a full moon." He sighed and rested his head on the shoulders of the lady. The female wolf was the

most fertile around the full moon. Since Callan and Viola were not mated yet they did not want to irate

the pack members by going all the way tonight. He caressed her a few more times and gave her small

kisses all over her face before standing on his feet.

Callan smiled and picked up a giggling Viola. He swept her off her feet while he nibbled sweet words in

her ears. He took her to the stream and submerged themselves inside the cool numbing water to

diffuse their heat of lust. Both of them made their way to Violas home and snuggled each other in her

bed.

It had been a long time since Callan met Viola as the latter was travelling for most the time the past few

months. He was taken by surprise when she showed up tonight in a deserted place where he himself

could not recall how he came there.

"How did you find me?" he asked all of a sudden twisting her hair strands in a circle.

"My work in the foreign packs was finished before time so I wanted to surprise you. I visited the

ceremony only to find out that you had left the place with Aurora. I was on my way to her place but was

fascinated by the sudden disturbance of the sky and so my curiosity got the better of me."

"What disturbances?"

"I was afar so I couldn't get a better look but it felt like the sky was touching the earth. There were

strong winds and lightning. When I came closer, the sky was clear but I found you lying on the ground."

Callan could not remember any of it. And if the sky was thunderous tonight than rains must have

occurred. Than why didn't he wake up from his sleep? Or why didn't he wake up after hearing the

rumbling of the clouds? It was strange for him.

"So you just decided to pounce on your prey."

"You were sleeping there without any shirt. There was something different about you. Every muscle of

yours was gleaming and pulsing. I could not help myself; you were irresistibly mouth watering. I wanted

you then, and as if you could hear my thoughts I saw the bulge in your pants and you know the rest."

He remembered he wore a shirt at the ceremony. Why had he been half naked and lying unconscious

on an abandoned place? There were so many unanswered questions which were disturbing him. He

wanted to know the truth from Aurora but right now he wanted to focus on his time with Viola.

"That was a good way to wake someone."

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The next morning Callan rubbed the remainder of the sleep from his eyes and gazed from the window

at the horizon, watching the egg yolk sun pouring its light to its environment. The sun seemed different

today. Never had Callan been more enthusiastic about waking up from a sleep but today he felt alive.

He looked at the beauty sleeping under the silk sheets on the bed and a loving smile plastered his face.

He dressed himself and made his way out of the room. He looked around to see that her parents and

her brother were yet to arrive home. He reached the gardens to collect some flowers and present them

to Viola as her welcome gift. To his utter disappointment, all the tulip petals were shy and would take a

day or two to blossom. Having no other alternative he plucked the flowers in its current state and

marched towards the house. His legs were halted when the tulips all of a sudden blossomed in his

hands.

Callan was bewildered.

How was this possible? The flower was yet to reach its maturity and it blossomed all of a sudden right

after it was plucked. It made no sense.

He heard footsteps and he grinned from ear to ear when he saw Viola. He slowly presented the flowers

to the lady but retracted his hands when he saw her crying.

"What happened?"

"Its my house. We need to go."

Callan did not need to hear any further. He gathered as much that something bad had happened at

Violas new home. "Ill meet you there."

With that, Viola turned into her wolf and tarnished the bushes to make her way to the woods. Callan

grabbed all his belongings and made his way to her house. He wanted to go with her but he knew that

he would have slowed her down. After about a few minutes he reached her place. The first thing he

saw was an inconsolable Viola who was being comforted by her brother. It broke his heart to see her

this way.

And then he saw it!

Her entire house was brought down to ashes. The flames that consumed the air, demanded everything

to turn into nothing. The heat radiating burned his eyes of agony. It was like someone had torched his

insides. The little fire that was left was dancing to the tunes of the wind.

The house was special to Callan because he helped Viola built it. Their efforts to spend time together;

to be together. It was their hideout from prying eyes. He had even planned to move with her once they

were mated. But now everything was turned into ashes- their house, their dreams and their hopes to be

together.

The scorching bright sun hid behind the malevolent sky and soon raindrops kissed Callan's face. The

little droplets helped to douse the fire and ease his heartbreak; but the damage was done. Viola had to

move with her parents again. Owing to their respective duties both of them will now have little time to

see each other as Viola lived in another village farthest from Callan's village.

"You need to go home son." Viola's father urged Callan as he squeezed his shoulder lightly.

The look on Viola's fathers face was unnerving to Callan. His instincts suggested that the fire is not the

only tragedy to occur, perhaps more is awaiting for him in his home. He curtly nodded and sprinted his

legs as fast as he could. Thankfully both their homes were not far from each other so he reached his

place in no time.

His house looked deserted. The first thoughts in his mind were of his parents. He prayed for their

safety. The rumbling of the sky was making the situation even more intense but today Callan was not

afraid of any of it. In fact he hardly even noticed it. He surveyed his house thoroughly but there were no

signs of his parents. He tried to be optimistic about the situation but bad thoughts crept its way into his

minds.

He then went to his stable to search for Mary and Justus. As soon as he reached the place his legs

trembled, his body shook and he fell to his knees.

Lying before him were two bodies. Lifeless. Unmoving.

Their hair were scattered while it was stained by the now dried blood. The dead lay on their sides

resting on the cold floor. The embracing wind flowed with itself the putrid stench of the flesh. But it was

those eyes which ripped Callan's heart. It was those two pair of globes; helpless horrified and filled with

sadness. His heart pounded as puzzling questions raced through his mind.

Who did this? Why?

A gentle hand squeezed his shoulder and Callan sobbed quietly.

"H-How did this happen mother?"

"We really don't know Cally. We were at the Alpha house the entire night, we left for home this morning

but we could smell the blood from a distance. When we reached here we saw the horses lying on the

floor, bleeding. It was too late to help them."

These horses were special to Callan. He had raised them from the time when they were a month old.

Their mother had died and he took care of them ever since. They became his friends; an integral part

of his lives. Witnessing them in this condition teared Callan from the inside. But why would someone do

such a thing? They were not killed for food that was certain as their body remained intact. The fences

were not breached while there was no sign of resistance from the horses. It concluded just one thing.

It was a murder.

He caressed their manes with all his love and slowly closed the eyes of the animals. He did not miss

the claw marks which decorated their necks, back and their stomach. He cursed himself for binding his

horses with knots but then how would he have known that they were unsafe in their own place! who in

their right mind would dare attack a mute helpless animal. The attack on Violas home and the stable

cant be mere coincidences. It was a planned attack.

But why?

He never had any ill intentions for anyone as also Viola was not present in the pack for months now. So

why target them? One thing was for sure - whoever did this had a motive behind his actions. The only

probable reason he could think of was that the attacker detested his and Violas proximity. Well if this

theory was true than Callan had to act fast or the attacks would keep coming.

With deep breaths and strong determination Callan looked at his mother. He swiftly moved strands of

hair to the back of her ear and caressed her cheeks. He swiped the tear drops from her cheeks with his

thumb and smiled at her consoling her in the process.

"Don't worry mother we will get through this. I must go and dug the burial pits to give them a proper

internment. Meanwhile I want you to do something for me mother."

Mary sniffled her nose and discarded her tears with the back of her hands. She nodded curtly and

looked to her son. "You know the rules Cally, we cant cremate these horses, the pack law wont allow

otherwise."

"I will take care of the funeral mother. I wont bury them in the pack lands. I was asking for a different

kind of help."

Mary raised a brow. "What is it that you want me to do Cally?"

"I want you to ask father to arrange an audience with the Alpha. The next coming full moon I am going

to mate Viola as my chosen."

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