The Tides of Fury {Were Plot}

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

They say that fury is just an emotion. A hard fast emotion but just a feeling, none the less. It was nothing that could be measured or weighted in any physical for.

Whoever said that was wrong. Whoever had said that didn't know the wrath of an ancient warlord or the power of immortals when their ire was raised. In short, they didn't know the clan of the Fenrisulfr's.

And they'd forgotten the ancient words written upon their family crest.

TUTUM TE ROBORE REDDAM(I WILL RENDER YOU SAFE BY MY STRENGTH)

To those that were there that fateful night, it became obvious that the Fenrisulfr clan were not only bound by blood but by the sweat and blood they'd all shed together. It mattered not if one had been born of the line.. Only that they'd been gathered to the fold. That was the thing about the wolf pack. They cared not of ones origins but of what lay in the heart of all they called theirs.

And once you were there, not even death could sway the bonds of life.

This was all brought to painful clarity in the span of one evening.

Oh sure... It started out as an average night with the bass pumping through the club and the liquor flowing smoothly down seemingly parched throats. A large crowd merged and mingled as business rolled on. The band took their places and everything seemed at peace.

Right up to the moment Wulf's phone rang and he picked it up to place it to his ear. Then... Then the whole world seemed to stand still. The look of ice cold fury that crossed his face should have been the first indication that all was not well but it was the explosion that happened AFTER he hung it up that truly rocked the club on its foundations.

One moment, the ancient Viking was cooly collected and the next...Well, it is safe to say that its not a sight that any human wanted to witness. With a fury so hot that it literally heated the space of the club, Wulf gave out a roar that had patrons running for the door. One huge paw whipped out to pick up the table where he sat and toss it clear across the room and into the bricked wall. His image seemed to shift and then his eyes blazed with an unholy blue light that said he was passed the point of reason.

With a movement so quick that the human eye almost couldn't track it, the huge war lord turned to his brothers and nailed them with a fierce glare. For a moment, he couldn't seem to get the words past his throat and then he dropped the bomb.


"THE WERES HAVE TAKEN KAERA AND MIGHT HAVE KILLED ASHLING LAWERENCE! THEY WILL DIE !"

There was no doubt, no uncertainty in Wulf's voice as he spoke. Just a frightening truth. Not only had they dared to take two women under his protection, an act alone that called for death, they had attempted to murder one and taken his beloved sister for evil purposes. It was an act of war and the line had been crossed.

If Dom wanted war then he'd get one the likes of which he'd never dreamed of.

"We move.. NOW! First to the hospital to meet Draven... Then we hunt some wolves...."

As the news registered on the faces of those around him, Wulf saw Brom's face change from his good natured pain in the ass expression to one of raw fury. Erik Kincaid had come running when the first roar had rang out and he was already in full battle mode while picking up the phone to dial his woman's number. The Viking was quiet sure that the Celt would relay the events to her and she'd be ready if they needed some magic intervention.

As his gaze continued on to the one other man in the place who would know the depths of his rage, the warlord finally managed to meet the blonds eyes. He knew he'd see madness there and he was not disappointed. Hell, he was actually surprised to still see him standing there.

"Banning, are you well enough to avenge your mate?"

They both knew what he was truly asking... He was asking if he wanted first blood of the one who'd taken the petite lass both of them held close to their hearts. It was the way of their world and as her mate, it was Banning's right.

[Banning Vuldanshe]

Gods, talk about how times freaking changed. Sitting next to Brom, who looked like he was ready to leap on the nearest scantily clad woman like a starving man, Banning never felt more out of place in his life than he did in that moment. What had possessed him to listen to the youngest brother when he’d mentioned introducing the ‘long lost Vuldanshe’ to the new world? It had helped that Kaera had plans of her own, and Wulf had promised to act as buffer…but really, this was turning out to be one of his first bad ideas.

It was hard enough learning the strange language of ‘English,’ not to mention becoming reacquainted with a past that he couldn’t remember, and a temper that he never knew he’d had. The bald man who lived in the Fenrisulfr manor did everything in his power to provoke a fight when his mate wasn’t around, and a part of his mind was more than willing to give him one. It was obvious that the guy didn’t trust him…not that he knew why.

Or if he was worthy of that trust.

Shifting uncomfortably as his head proceeded to pound alongside the music, the berserker did his best not to run screaming out of the room. Brom and Wulf had assured him that the music would grow on him, and that the clientele would leave him alone. He was just there to get an introduction to the world he found himself in, to settle into some of this ‘brother in arms bonding,’ see if he could remember SOMETHING…

Not that it actually turned out that way. Brom would leave every now and again to chase after a woman, Wulf would be distracted by something in the club, and he’d have to squint at a smirking human until someone extracted her hands from his crotch.

But, despite all of that…he was beginning to like this. The music was beginning to become tolerable, especially when it became less dance-worthy, he was learning how to say such things as ‘not interested’ in that strange language and this strange colored ale tasted just fine, after a few strong pulls. Someone that his fellow shifter called ‘Hinder’ was playing something interesting, and his foot began to tap. Gods, he had the urge to dance, and it was almost as strong as the urge to surge up from the table and make for both the door and his mate’s scent.

He’d just been reunited with his heart, and he despised being away from her. Brom explained that she might need some space, given that she was used to being an independent woman now…but he HATED not having her near him. Already, even though it had only been for less than a full night, he missed her…everything. Her scent, the sight of her, the softness of her hand brushing against his cheek. Gods, his chest ached for want of seeing her again.

Ached, burned, his stomach churned…no, that wasn’t normal, he realized with a frown. As he watched Wulf answer that strange squawking device always attached to his hip, his eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

He soon found out what.

With a roar that almost matched the older shifter, Banning surged up from his seat, practically chucking the round table that had been in front of him clear across the room. He heard the faint tinkle of glass breaking, but he was too far gone to offer up any apologies. The churning in his gut had intensified when Wulf’s face had tightened, his chest had turned into something like an inferno when those fateful words left the warlord’s lips.

Someone had stolen his mate. His Kaera…HIS MATE. They would pay in blood, in bone, in flesh and soul. He would tear them apart and feast while their screams tore through the night. THEY HAD STOLEN HIS MATE!

When the blond Viking met his brother’s eyes, the telltale berserker red had taken over, and that expected madness practically shone through. It was taking all of his self control not to burst out into the world; common sense told him that to do so would be to waste time.

“Who took her?” He growled, words barely above a ragged whisper, but audible enough for their kind. “WHO TOOK HER?”

[Brom Fenrisulfr]

Define your meaning of fun
To me it's when we're gettin' it done
I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop
So get ready for another one
Let's take a trip down memory lane
The words circulate in my brain
You can treat this like another all I'm saying
But don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain

It was funny how your life could change in just mere moments. One minute you were sailing through with nothing but clear skies and the next.. Someone dropped a bomb on your parade. Ok, so maybe things weren't quiet that smooth with war lurking on the horizons but the news of their sisters abduction was like a nuke detonating in the middle of the club.

From his position flirting with a little bit of fluff, Brom heard Wulf's phone go off and then his answering greeting. Not really paying attention, it took him a few seconds to figure out something was wrong. The shift in the atmosphere was his first clue and then his own demeanor undertook a rapid change. Wulf's roar was met by answering fury even though Brom hadn't a clue what had caused it. Anything that effected his older sibling this much wasn't good.

Then Wulf spoke and Brom knew true rage the depth of which he hadn't felt in over a thousand years. Not since the last time someone had threatened his baby sister and Banning had lost his life.

In mere seconds, the fun loving romeo was replaced by a fierce warrior of the old country. The woman was forgotten as he instantly took up a flanking position to Wulf and Erik did the same. Pulling out his phone, he hit Ty's number and swore when he only got the voicemail. Growling into the phone, he left him a message and then hung up just as Banning roared out the question they were all thinking.

The older Fenrisulfr brother meet the mans' gaze and uttered one word.

"Weres"

It was then that Brom knew that the war Wulf had sought to avoid was, in deed, unavoidable. Lives would be lost and order would have to be restored. A blantant attack like this could not, would not be swept under the carpet.

War was upon them and it started tonight.

"Let's Roll." he said harshly into the tense air.

Turning on his heel, he headed towards the front and the vehicle waiting. There was nothing more that he needed to say.