Hi everyone, sorry for the time span between submissions, real life sort of got in the way with my make believe world. Thanks to Dawn once again for her editing and my friend Nulli with the help on the self-defense scene. Please enjoy the story and as promised, there is sex in this one, just not who you think.
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Rashida Turk looked out into the orange sky as her shoulder length brown hair blew lazily around her face. She always loved watching the sky this time of the morning. Placing her arms across her human chest, the olive skinned werewolf squeezed as she fought the slight chill in the morning air.
She turned her head and gazed lovingly at her mate Bashir. His soft brown hair, being ruffled in the light wind that blew around the top of Gibraltar. He had a pained look on his face as he peered through the high-powered observation glasses. They had been watching for any sign of the Naqada to approach the straits, or any small craft with Mansur Alba on board.
She heard some rustling in the small bushes behind them and turned cautiously around. Just off in the distance, she saw a large male Barbary macaque scratching himself furiously. Behind him, the six females moved slowly back and forth. They would move, sit, scratch, then repeat the dance again.
Rashida was aware of their presence, but the monkeys made no attempts at any physical harm. Perhaps they were aware of the truth that lay deep within the two humans. She pondered the idea of possibly training them once a sufficient number of wolves occupied the new order. If they were smart enough not to attack, maybe there was hope for the sub creatures in the new world.
She turned back towards the soft rolling sea of the Mediterranean and joined her mate in the search for their other team member. Being subservient to the larger alpha, she would never blatantly speak her mind. If she were asked, she would have told her mate that she was becoming nervous about the way the mission was unfolding now.
"It's possible the ship was delayed in the straits by Turkey. We'll wait until sunset tonight for the ship to pass," Bashir said as he stepped away from the glasses.
"We might have missed him at the hotel on our way up here. We've been looking all night with no sign of him. Maybe the Naqada has already passed."
"It's possible. He knew which hotel we were going to stay at. We'll head back and look for him there. We should get something to..."
Bashir sniffed the air quickly as he looked around. He remembered that strange scent, but the last time it crossed his highly evolved senses was at a small café in Sevastopol, Ukraine. He could also smell two males accompanying her.
"I highly doubt it's a coincidence that we're waiting on Mansur at Gibraltar, and now she shows up."
Nadia Karpov smiled as she strolled up Ohara's road towards the peak's observation deck. Glancing behind her, she saw the two mercenaries scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger. They seemed puzzled at the behavior of the monkeys as they walked up. This wasn't their first time on the rock, but it was the first time the wildlife acted so strangely. Even with their training, it made them both nervous.
She looked ahead of her and could sense the two werewolves up at the top. She shook her head in despair with the thought of her great plan starting to unravel with these so-called terrorists. As she moved closer to them, she parted her jacket slightly and stroked the small white feather that hung from her lithe neck.
Her mind flashed back to the beginning, although -- the creator -- thought it would be the end. The fall from grace was hard on her those many centuries ago. Dazed, confused, and trembling, she lay naked on the scorched earth around her. She rose slowly, as slowly as her sore body would allow her.
She looked around for a sense of what direction to head off to, but with no indications of which way, she fell back to the ground in desolation. She quickly thought of asking for mercy and compassion from the father, then noticed something laying on the ground. A small white feather, it's delicate edges smoldering from the fiery fall.
The stunning young woman crawled quickly across the dark earth and patted the lone remaining feather. The heat that her hands endured burned her now delicate skin as she recoiled in pain. The new feelings that consumed her forced her to cry out to him, though the answer never came.
With trembling hands, she picked the feather up carefully and closed her eyes. Flashes of people wondering around structures filled her mind. She saw herself walking towards it as she passed small creatures running in fear. The image was replaced with her human form, receiving clothing and food from a stranger.
She quickly opened her eyes and looked to her right. The realization that the lone feather would provide her some limited power hit her, as she lay back and laughed at the heavens. Suddenly, a new feeling overwhelmed her soul. She felt it grow within her to a feverous pitch and she jumped to her bare feet.
"You might have banished me, but now I can feel all those human emotions you were so proud of, including the seven cardinal sins. You should have done more to prevent the opening of the box, and now I will make it my resolve to slowly destroy what you have come to create," the fallen angel screamed, then slowly started to walk to her destination.
Nadia shook her head quickly to disperse the memory from her thoughts. She didn't want to help the wolves further, but with the images she saw, there was no turning away from it. If they were allowed to continue with their mission in its current state, her delicate plan would be in vain.
As she approached Bashir, she smiled brightly and waved her hand in a friendly gesture. The two gentlemen behind her did not follow Nadia's pleasantry, as they sized up the man and woman in front of them. Neither one of them saw the female as a threat, but both of the mercenaries saw her as an inviting temptation if she were alone.
"Well hello again you two. I see you like sunrises as much as I do." Nadia stared out into the distance and took a deep breath.
"If you tracked us down for more money, I assure you woman..."
"Oh please Bashir, don't start with that male supremacy shit again. I didn't approve of it in Sevastopol, and little has changed since then," she warned him as her companions moved closer.
Rashida glared at the men. She knew it would be all too easy to rip them all to shreds in a few moments. She was hungry and her temperament was on edge as she moved to one side and flanked the intruders.
"It seems my new friends are making you two nervous. Michael, Fredrick, would you two please excuse us for a moment. Why don't you go see what's bothering the monkeys."
As the two men walked slowly away, Bashir began calculating the amount of time it would take to change, kill them, then hide the bodies. There wasn't much time before visitors began arriving for the view of the new morning.
Rashida watched her mate as he glared at the intrusive woman. She knew he was ready to attack and would gladly be the first to strike her with the large talons she possessed. She almost felt anguish as her mate stepped back and leaned against the railing.
"What is it you want -- Nadia?" he asked with a large hint of distain in his gruff voice.
"See that wasn't so hard now was it? We can all be civil when we want to."
"He asked you a question bitch. If you keep playing games with us, I'll..."
Nadia turned to face the other women. "Yes I know. You'll turn into a large hideous beast and rip me to shreds with those four inch talons of yours."
Bashir moved forward with a stunned look on his face. No one knew who they truly were and he kept that secret with great care. Now, a scientist, who he only met once, knew the truth about the existence of werewolves.
Out of the corner of her eye, Nadia saw the large muscular male approach but she stood her ground as she looked at Rashida. Her face showed the same look of astonishment that her mate had.
"How -- how do you..." Rashida failed to comprehend the sudden turn of events.
