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In this chapter, we find out how deep Lionel's insanity runs. I hope you enjoy it and stick with me. I want to say thank you for taking time to read my stories. I hope you truly enjoy them.
Happy reading. IR2R
*****
Lionel was furious.
That damn wolf has contacted the pack. I bet Marcus is helping him. Those kind always stick together. I never liked Marcus, and I will get rid of him. Uncle Frank warned me about him. And now a second one shows up. Well, both will die at my hands.
he fumed.
Donning his ceremonial rode and ancient talisman, Lionel traveled to the Saqueya desert. Here he'd perform the rituals that would start his journey to becoming all powerful.
Oof, oof, um ba de ya! Oof, oof, um ba de ya! Oof, oof, um ba de ya!
Lionel chanted as he entered into a fugue state. The spirit plane was amazingly beautiful. An array of colors of gold, green, dark blue hues, purples, and pinks. The vast area stretched for miles, green rolling hills and deep green valleys. Lionel stood in the center of the forest surrounded by human and were alike all powerful, all knowing. He saw it all. Everything, absolute power and the world bowed at his feet. In his trance he spoke directly to the spirit world. Then he waited as the oracle appeared a giant glowing ball of light. All the Shaman's of old congregated and counseled with him. This time was different. Now they feared him and his quest.
"T'chukemia," this was his true name amongst his people. "We beseech you to stop this madness. Your plan will fail and destroy our people, our nation." A disembodied voice pleaded.
Lionel scoffed, facing the oracle, he spoke, "I have planned for this time. I have prepared. Since I was a whelp and was told of her and the power she possesses, my desire has been to conquer her. For years I've watched those filthy creatures live amongst us. Some living better than most of our people ever dreamed. How is that fair? How can that be right? That ends now. We, the Hualapai, rule this land. I will restore our ways to the days of old."
Lionel recalled the stories his uncle told him in his more lucid moments. He told a story of a proud people that ruled the land and beast alike. The Weres served them as did the blacks. As time passed, members of the tribes weakened. The Weres gained power with the promise of a Were princess being born. She would love the land and her people. Her love for her people would be her weakness. If he mated her, he too would become Were. As a shaman and now Were prince, he'd be all powerful. With her power that he'd inherit, he could destroy everything or allow things to simply exist. He could restore his people, and he would. Only they had to bow to him.
"T'chukemia, if you do this, we will go. You will never enter into our fields of peace. Your soul, your spirit will be destroyed. We will no longer shield you." The spirits declared. Their declaration incensed Lionel. He would definitely exact revenge now. The spirits tried to control him, then he'd destroy them as well.
"Silence, I am the last of my kind. It is my duty to restore our people. I will do so with or without you. So Old Ones, ban with me, or face eternal damnation." He declared angrily. Lionel stood and faced the oracle burning before him. This was the third time he'd faced the old ones, and he had now grown weary of dealing with them. In the past, he was awed by them. The last visit he learned that he could exert control over them and things changed. Now, the spirits seemed to fear him.
"You know this is not so. Give up this quest. Find a woman to love and marry her. You can share your gift with your children." The spirits explained. For a second, Lionel paused. Then he recalled his childhood. He was miserable. He would never bring a child into this cruel world. He rejected their plea.
Frank, his uncle that reared him spoke. He knew they wouldn't faze his nephew. "Nephew, I have trained you for this moment, this time. You, T'chukemia, have the power to right this heinous wrong done to our people. Ignore them T'chukemia. Listen to me and only me. I raised you from a small boy into the great man you have become. You deserve this. You, the last Shaman, should be their God." Frank spoke to his nephew, filling his mind with visions of grandeur. He knew the others disapproved, but the dye had been cast. The events had to play out as planned. There was no way to stop this course of action. He knew Lionel would probably fail and he didn't care. This was their last shot at greatness, and he would let no one dissuade his nephew.
The spirits argued, chastising his uncle. Then the oracle faded. Lionel awoke. He felt even angrier. He knew the Shaman's of old were cowards. That's why they never ascended any higher. He absorbed their energy. He felt all powerful. He thought of Kerri and felt sick. She was beneath him, but he needed her to achieve greatness.
Soon, Little Bitch. You will know your place. They can't keep you from me,
*****
Kerri shuddered. She felt a ominous chill, the air frigid in her bedroom. She started to call for father, but her wolf rose.
We stand and fight together. We will protect those we love.
Kerri started to pace. She felt trapped. She wanted to go out, but father made her promise to never go anywhere alone. It was two in the morning and everyone was asleep. Across the den, Ja'Mal was alerted. His mate was afraid, and he needed to go to her. He rose and headed to her home. As soon as he was outside, he shifted. Within a few minutes, he was outside her window. He yelped. Kerri heard him and looked outside. Her fear subsided, he was here. Grabbing her robe and her father's robe, she rushed downstairs to see him.
As soon as Kerri came outside, Ja'Mal shifted back and stood before her . She was impressed. He was everything she dreamed of. Kerri's breath caught. It took a moment to give him the robe, but she admired his magnificent frame. Her eyes traveled to the center of him and she was impressed with his girth. Her mate was blessed, even flaccid, his member was long and thick. She stared and he thickened.
She is pleased with us. Our mate approves.
