Chapter 3 Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks: Feral attraction in the midst of hatred… Blinding Anger!

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Everyone stepped back in fear, except the hunter. Even if he knew just how deadly the man standing in front of him had just become…which he didn’t…he couldn’t have moved because the power from those red eyes inexplicably had him rooted to the spot. The warriors and betas on the other hand, knew that a red-eyed Jeremy, was a lethal weapon. The last time their alpha had unleashed his Ojah power, it hadn’t been pretty and they all remembered very clearly.

Jeremy was not just an alpha but was also one of the three Ojahs in the Were kingdom. That made Jeremy the only alpha who was also an Ojah, making him the most powerful supernatural being in the Were kingdom. Ojahs were a rare form of shapeshifters who were both ruthless assassins and conjurers. An Ojah was so powerful that they couldn’t be controlled when their powers were unleashed. Unleashing that power meant the Ojah in question had turned off his humanity. Just one Ojah could slaughter an army within mere seconds. It was therefore very rare for an Ojah to allow that ruthless inhuman side of their being to come out. Even the wolf of an Ojah became uneasy and subdued whenever a werewolf allowed his Ojah power to take over their body because at that point, the sane human was no longer present. The ruthless deadly Ojah spirit had total control over the individual and his wolf. To shut that deadly bloodthirsty spirit down, something very intense needed to occur to force the Ojah back to their senses.

Jeremy’s anger and confusion were obviously so intense that it had triggered off his Ojah powers, effectively turning off his humanity. Being an alpha, however, unconsciously held Jeremy back from destroying his pack members and that was the only thing that kept his warriors and betas from fleeing. An Alpha would never destroy his pack and the men were counting on that. As Jeremy stared at his mate, his fangs elongated. What nobody knew was the war raging within him, between the ruthless Ojah who hated what fate had done to him, and his wolf, who simply wanted to mark his mate.

As an alpha, Jeremy’s wolf was braver than the usual wolf and could to an extent, stand up to the bloodthirsty assassin that Jeremy had become. The war raged on between the Ojah and his wolf. It had been prophesied that his mate was special, the Ojah fumed. But what made this human being special, he wondered angrily. Was it the fact that he was a man? Or was it the fact that he couldn’t possibly give him an heir? What kind of silly joke had Luna played on him? And as if being a man wasn’t enough, he was a murdering hunter. Jeremy was damn furious at the injustice of it all.

In the end, man and beast had to come to a compromise. Left to the currently heartless and deadly Jeremy alone, the hunter would be dead that very instant but since he was his mate, his stubborn wolf wouldn’t allow it. Even in his current state, Jeremy knew the consequences of killing a mate. Luna would never forgive him. He also knew he couldn’t reject his mate as that would set a bad example for his pack. But Jeremy didn’t give a flying fuck about all that consequence. He just wanted to kill the murdering hunter standing before him. After a fierce argument between him and his wolf, the Ojah agreed not to kill the hunter only if he could punish the hunter in his own way.

It was agreed that rather than kill the hunter as Jeremy’s rage was calling for, he was going to give him the greatest punishment that any hunter could be given. And that was to turn the hunter into what he hunted. Jeremy would bite the hunter just to turn him but not to mark him as his mate…yet. To worsen the punishment, even more, the excruciating pain that came with that act of biting to transform a human into a werewolf was not going to be masked. He would be made to feel every bit of that pain and even more, as payback for his wicked intentions. Not killing him was all the mercy Jeremy planned on showing the man. And though Jeremy could feel the dread and agitation coming from his wolf for the pain he was about to inflict upon his mate, Jeremy moved with determination towards the hunter…like the predator that he was.

When he got to the hunter, Jeremy turned him around, ripped the back of his shirt to expose the back of his neck, reared back with an angry growl, and then struck…hard. The warriors and the betas gasped at the sound of their alpha’s fangs sinking with a crunch into the bone at the back of the hunter’s neck. Receiving a bite from an angry alpha was painful enough. But receiving a bite from an angry alpha in Jeremy's current state had to be even more painful. And as if that wasn’t enough, the bite was being administered on that part of the human body which delivered the most excruciating pain...the back of the neck. That had to be, without a doubt, the most painful bite ever.

Even the anguished cry from the hunter didn’t give the angry Alpha pause. He rather tightened his hold at the hunter’s throat when he tried to get away from his sharp teeth. Jeremy’s fangs sunk deep, with intent to cause maximum pain as he allowed the venom to flow into the hunter. The alpha was beyond feeling at that point. He simply wanted to inflict pain and that was exactly what he did. He felt the hunter convulse with utter pain against him but his fangs remained embedded in his neck. He only released the man when he felt him go limp against him in a faint. Jeremy watched stonily as his mate crumbled in a heap at his feet.

Following a bite, the venom would begin duplicating itself immediately in the human bloodstream. The process took roughly six to nine weeks to fully integrate with the human cell. During that time, the human would usually experience insomnia, headaches, flu-like symptoms, and depending on how they were bitten, excruciating pain. Once the venom had fully integrated with the cells, the human would become a werewolf. Some either died in the process or became deformed and had to be put down. The bite the hunter was given, and the amount of venom that was deposited into him, effectively erased the luxury that came with a gradual transformation as was the norm. His was supposed to be a quick transformation. And the pain that came with that was a hundredfold compared to the gradual transformation.

None of the werewolves gathered wished to ever be in the shoes of the hunter.