the trek was rough we had no idea what direction we were going we couldn't read any of the directional signs and it was mostly urban undeveloped land out here. we couldn't stop to ask for directions cause again we didn't know what region we were in and couldn't speak or understand the language. as we continued we eventually seen a a road and started to hitchhike along it before long some one stopped and offered us a ride he seemed mostly english speaking and understood us. he asked where we were going I told him then I didn't pay him any mind as him and Randall started talking. we pulled over at some kind of foreign gas station and he went inside not to long after Randall followed. I wasn't stupid I knew she was going to sexually satisfy him as payment for the ride. the only thing I didn't know was if she was doing it for him or herself and quite frankly didn't want to know nor did I care. before long they were back situating themselves and knowing what they did I strangely couldn't feel territorial or affected by it like a I used to. I constant thought about what I all from different sources was saying around her and it pointed to her being an ancient vardalak whose powers were deprived her through her memories being locked and her basically programmed like a robot. I wondered when she's try to kill me and when it'd be a fight. most of all even though Hazel and I didn't talk alot for some reason I ached for her presence and mourned her misery my heart shattering over and over almost as if we were extremely close to one another even though we weren't. I was so lost in my thoughts and pain I didn't notice when we passed into Romania or when we came to a town just outside the carpathian mountains. as we disembarked from in my opinion our unwanted companion Randall grabbed my arm and asked me a question "were you jealous I fucked him?" " dont care" she continued on obviously assuming I said something different and said "well I didn't because we had no money and didn't need him trying to kill us only for you to kill him....." halfway through her speech she stopped and said "did you say you didn't care?" I cocked my eyebrow at her in response so said "oh well okay well now we don't got to worry about him" I snorted and said "sad part is you seem to keep ending up either willingly or unwillingly having sex with vardalaks and not realizing it. we will be dealing with him here's why he's a vardalak and they will come back cause I'm a lycan so I'd prefer to quit bullshitting and get a move on" after saying my peace curtly abruptly and abrasively I kept walking I didn't check to see if she was with me and I didn't care I moved into the carpathian mountains away from where we were dropped off at. I didn't know what else to say except life sucks and I'd lost alot and I wasn't sure what else I could lose. I'd left alot of my life behind when I killed my best friend and continued to lose control to my wolfish nature. I knew that there was ways to keep control and alot of our people worshipped to an honorary king descended from the first of us. yeah we are immortal but not undying we die but not as easily as humans it takes alot to kill us. I was hoping to find the current king the current ruler to teach me control and finish teaching me the hand to hand combat skills I had started learning from Hazel. I didn't care at this point what doctor Randall did and something just seemed off with her now that I wasn't smitten with being the hero role I was put in knowing her. I moved towards a cave intent to settle down for the night knowing the vardalak would be back with friends. we were 20kilometers into the mountain range so my concerns were significantly less. as I went about procuring a fire and deciding my best bet was to hunt far away there was another presence making it's way towards us, one that to this day I'm grateful for but back then when they got within scenting distance I was afraid of. I hunted in my wolf form enjoying the release of stress through murderous intent and brought the deer I slaughtered back to cook over a fire. I had already gathered the wood working in silence and now I had meat to feed both of us till I could figure the best place for the lycan stronghold to be located at. I heard the howls while hunting in the valleys woods so I knew they had to be close. as I worked and cooked in silence I thought of all the stories humans told and how they described us and realized we weren't as they thought us to be. I realized that alot of science said nature favors the survivor and that there is an evolutionary process to everything. if that were the case we were an evolutionary process beyond technology and that we would be the new order of the human race if we took reign and maybe whoever was in control of running our entire race thought that wasn't a good idea because of the other things like berserkers out there that feed off us. I couldn't fathom wide hide our entire race from existence and make us someone's fantasy other than the fact that there was worse things than us that unlike the fantasy movies humanity wouldn't be ready for. I only hoped it was a good reason not a bad one and that they could help me. Randall stripped down naked and laid on the stone naked I guess she was hoping to be fucked but I felt no pull to her it was as if the fire in me was gone and replaced with stark cold obsidian rock. I was unmoving unchanging uncaring and devoid of emotion. my whole world felt as if it had been shredded to peaces since hazel was killed by that shark thing even though I wanted to have favorable hope that she wasn't. my only goal was to find the rest of my people and to finish what I started making a home where I could be freely accepted and not looking over my shoulder constantly. I laid down to sleep that night and my sleep was frightful. I remembered something about a vardalak ancient in the book I read and what awakens them from their programmed life. I remembered how frightfully strong they were described to be and that like the ancient lycans they are the only beings able to kill a berserker a creature whose mindless emotionless strength comes from eating lycans and vardalaks. no one knows how berserkers spawned but we know they are killers and dangerous practically un-killable. I remembered seeing that clerk blown apart and still trying to crawl across the dock towards us. they acted mindless I couldn't imagine what fighting one hand to hand would be like. they seemed like gods in their immense strength and senses. I wondered what type of monster or desperate foolish person my mother was to have had me for a kid. my mother disappeared when I was young and she wasn't in my life but I knew she had to be out there. I never would've guessed where nor did I want to but I wanted to find my people. I went out to hunt and it was the usual routine as I scouted for a way or path or some indication of where our people were. it was when I turned up wind it hit me a scent that was familiar to me. it was Hazel's scent but I knew there was no way because she died but I rushed head long towards it when out of nowhere a female lycan took me down and we came face to face teeth knashing as we snarled at one another. she was the first to shift and her eyes and her hair were like Hazel's and her scent was but she wasn't Hazel. I cautiously shifted back and asked her if she knew someone named Hazel. she narrowed her eyes as she chose her words carefully and I could tell she was choosing them carefully. "Hazel is my best friend we grew up together and when she turned she bit me. the virus almost killed me but she pushed me through it. in a sense she is my sire and maker as well. where is she?" "dead killed by a large creature in the ocean on the way here" she nodded and brought herself to standing height and began walking off. as she did I turned to head back to my camp then all I seen was myself spinning around and looking towards the sky as she straddled me. "my name is Arya what's yours?" I started as I realized this was an unusual way to introduce oneself to another. "Greyson" she nodded as she sniffed and nuzzled the crook of my neck my chest. "you smell good to me like something I can't live without.i want to fuck you." I grabbed her hips and before I could stop her she rubbed her naked wet pussy across my dick causing me to instantly get hard. my initial response to prevent her from doing this was to instead grind against her till we both were frantic then out of the blue I sprung up with a full erection and she embedded my dick inside her and began stroking it with her wet tight gripping pussy. it was like a frantic urge to fuck over and over like imperative requirement of our existence. it felt embedded within our nature's as if our very existence depended upon it to stay alive. I felt this same urge and desire to be maliciously wild and sexual with Hazel but never acted upon it because the slight difference that wasn't here that was with hazel was a desire to consistently and continuously slowly savor the flavor of sex with her to play a sort of hunter/pray game similar to cat and mouse. but it was undeniable that as unique as the desires and impulses for both these women were they were initially the same craving the same freedom and feeling of completion like they answered to a deep sordid part of my soul almost as if they could see the darkest part of me. I don't know if it was due to them being like me and understanding me or if it was more almost like a biological and destined connection. like two halves that can't stand to be together but can't stand to be part driven to our baser instincts and behaviors to accrue towards completion in our most basic ways. I could be wild and violent and sexual I could involve both the beast and the man in the most darkest most sadistically sexual ways with them and didn't have to hold back for fear of breaking them. I let her grind till I forced her down underneath me and pinned her. I then began to sadistically fuck her brutally her moans and screams of pleasure and pain as I vented frustrations I never got the right moment to vent with hazel came out and rutted till I nutted. once done I couldn't get my erection down it was as if my erection was immortal so I did it again and again. I couldn't stop I was driven till I finally went soft then we laid there panting and sweaty. she nuzzled into me and described something in my ear that I drowsily and contentedly from physical and stimulative exhaustion said we had to try tomorrow. we slept under the stars unaffected by nature by any of it. completely open completely naked completely true to our animal nature. the next morning when we woke I realized she started shifting and watching her shift was amazing the animal beast nature didn't hide her gender but only added to it and looked fucking gorgeous. I was hard in a second and intended to ravage her but when I moved towards her she snapped and lifted me by my throat. I thought maybe it was a nightmare and she bared her teeth like a sadistic smile and I realized it was real. she began to tear at my flesh the semblance of human not in control. she ripped me asunder with her teeth and claws and had chunks of me dangling from her teeth. the savage horrifying sight and scent of my blood enraged me and I used new found discipline to use a portion of my dual nature based strength without shifting to subdue her. even as lycans males are stronger than females. I subjugated her to my will and forced my hard dick which became rock hard due to the violence and tenacity of her to attack me inside her hot wet womb which was unbelievable tight and way more so then when she was human. just pushing the head of dick in her made my eyes spin with stars and the night sky. I growled and forced my way inside her once I was past the initial shock of extreme tightness and sweet overwhelming almost blackout inducing pleasure I began brutally fucking her as she tried to fight back and attack me her human intellect lost to the beast. I fucked her and at some point I fully shifted and it began into a ravaging fight. we tore at eachother with claws and fangs her blood was like ambrosia on my tongue we snarled fighting clawing and fist fighting eachother as I subdued and violently fucked her again underneath me. then she climbed on top startling me as she said my dick inside her by sitting down and as I went inside her she shifted back and rode my dick in her human form while I remained in my lycan form and when I came I let myself shift back to my human form with my orgasm just as she smoothly let sitting on my dick run parallel to her shifting back to her human form. she sat there grinning and I sat there with a big old joker smile. "I didn't think you'd get the induced fantasy. I wasn't joking when I said I wanted to live a rape survival fuck fantasy." I nodded and said "but we had to put the beastiality in there which makes it a beastiality rape survival fantasy" laughing we got up and she pulled a stash of clothes I didn't even know was there from the bushes and handed them to me. "so passing through or looking for the city?" "actually I'm looking for the king" she grimaced and let it show that would be a problem. "the kind died and because he left no heir the vardalaks took over we are all practically enslaved to their kings bidding and he wants us to find his queen Lilith whose lost to the world right now." I grimaced and said "what is needed to free our people?" "a king nay not a king the kings heir because only his heir can free us.only his heir can practice human hand to hand combat while retaining human intelligence and control in beast form. we all can control our shifts but not our intelligence not like the king the first of our kind Lucian could and each of his descendants. he could shift and practice a martial arts that uses shadows to fight while maintaining his human intelligence and being in his beast form." I nodded grimly knowing what she spoke of even in beast form I could think like a human it was like the urges of violence were at the back of my mind and I could prioritize what I wanted to do with those animal urges. "was there any other telltales of how to tell whose a kings heir was?" she grimaced and said "a dark one yes.anyone bitten by a lycan would be killed because as time went back we lacked control of our human intelligence and became so savage that we killed any we attacked so no one could become changed by bite only by birth or drinking the blood of a lycan. our inability to change those we bite became the open door for the Vardalaks becoming born especially if their will to live is very strong then the lupine parvovirus mutates and reanimates them. only the king and his descendants can retain enough intelligent to bite someone and not kill them with no restraints. the king and his descendants can walk up in lycan form and bite someone as easy as you and I speak and then walk away again. and their blood can freely reanimate the dead as long as they are freshly dead because their blood is the progenitor of all lycans and vardalaks the virus is stronger and more unfettered and is how our race was created without it we will die out because more of our kind are mingling with humans to where the virus is being killed out and bred out to the point we are dilineating away while the vardalaks remain able to create more of their own by blood over and over unfettered. once we all die out there will be no one to prevent them from killing all humans and turning them cause they don't really require any substance to survive." I gulped realizing they'd have a series of trials to prove the king had an heir. "did the king have any descendants?" "no he lived up till a month ago without descendants of any kind or even children. his bloodline is dead and we don't know of any secret affairs he may have had." I realized I may have stepped into a bad situation. "is there trials to determine if one is Lucian's heir?" "yes" I looked at her waiting then spoke again "and those would be?" " don't know so I can't say" I concluded this was an extremely messy situation. my darkest fear was I was his heir which meant a burden was now my future and I swore against it, saying I was only here for myself and to survive the world we will soon know.