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Wolf and Man	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2928 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Present Day

“I need to get out.” Zack whispered the next morning. Matt opened his eyes sleepily and started to shake his head.

“I won’t go far, just to the park. I need to feel grass Matt.” Zack pressed his nose into his neck and inhaled his wonderful scent. Matt sighed and then Zack felt his shoulders relax, “Not far and not long.” He said slowly; Zack gave him a quick peck on the lips and then slipped out of the bunk and headed for the door.

The early morning air was fresh and crisp from the night’s rain, the infant rays of the sun were just starting to peek out from over the tops of the trees, and the morning birds had a full choir going. Zack inhaled deeply and crinkled his nose when the ever prevalent smell of diesel and other pollutants that ruined the delightful atmosphere. He shook himself and stretched and then set off to the park.

There were only a few ducks at the pond quacking quietly, Zack found the biggest tree in the park and sat beneath it and tried not to think. He didn’t want to think about his brother, he didn’t want to think about Matt, or the band, or the upcoming show; he just wanted to relax.

He’d only been there a half hour or so when he smelled something dreadfully familiar; rotten fish and flowers. His eyes snapped open and he jumped into a defensive crouch. He needed to find where the smell was coming from so he could get around it and back to the bus. The smell was coming from behind him; he growled lowly and took off the way he came in.

He almost made it to the entrance before they caught him. A sharp pain ripped through his body as the silver arrow tore through his stomach. He stumbled and fell face first onto the flagstone entrance, forcing the arrow out of his back. The pain was unbearable; he lay there, gasping, trying to find the will power to get up, but that wasn’t happening anytime soon. Dimly he saw Isaac as his vision started to darken, his green eyes were cold as he stared down at him and then the darkness covered him.

He woke up in almost as much pain as he’d fallen asleep in, the wound in his stomach throbbed and ached, his face hurt from when he had smashed it into the hard flagstone pathway, and now his wrists felt like they were on fire. He whimpered and tried to find a position that wasn’t as painful. He was lying on soft grass and he could hear birds, judging from the smells he was getting he was still at the park.

“It’s about damn time you woke up. I thought you were stronger than that.”

He turned his head groggily to the scathing voice and found Isaac staring at him coldly. The pain in his wrists flared up and he looked down to find the source of his pain; silver shackles.

The skin around the cuffs was raw and blistering; it wouldn’t be long before they started bleeding. He whimpered again and tried to block the pain. He took a deep breath and looked at his brother again, “What do you want Isaac?” his voice was a little hoarse but he seemed to hear.

“I’m here to give you a proposition you can take to your Alphas.” He spat. Zack shook his head, his Alphas? Instead of questioning the word choice he decided to wait and hear this ‘proposition’.

“Originally we were going to just eliminate you, but our Elders have come to the conclusion that your deaths would cause far to much police investigation and that is something we don’t want.” He paused and gave Zack a disgusted look and went on, “So we have come up with a…compromise, if you will. We’ll let your pack be, but we want an Alpha. Once we have verification of one of their deaths your pack will be erased from our records and you’ll not be hunted again.”

Zack felt a chill of as much fear as pain run through his body, “You can have me.” He said quietly. Isaac snorted, “I said an Alpha, I don’t care about you.”

Zack stared at him uncomprehendingly, “I am one of the Alphas.” He said slowly.

“Our records show Brian and Matt are the Alphas, you are nothing we want.” He said coldly.

“Brian is our Beta; Matt chose me for a mate, I am the other Alpha.” He couldn’t believe he was hearing this. Isaac gave him an unreadable look and then shook his head, “You would say anything to save them. I don’t believe you.”

Zack tried to think but the pain from his wrists was fogging his mind; two serious poisonings in a week were not good. Unlike Brian, who used to terrify Zack by holding a silver doubloon on his tongue for almost a minute, he was still too young to handle that much silver in such a close amount of time. His stomach was queasy and he felt like he was going to be sick, his mouth was alternating between dry and over salivating, he was getting a headache, and it felt like someone was slowly sawing his wrists off with a dull butter knife.

“Isaac please, I…” he couldn’t remember what he was going to say, he slumped over and rested his head on the cool grass. Someone prodded his side with their foot and then he heard rapid words in a language he didn’t understand and the pain around his wrists disappeared. He sighed thankfully and collapsed into unconsciousness.

Matt’s POV

He’d been gone too long. Way too long; he had left before the sun was up and now it was almost noon, he was slowly going out of his mind with worry. He’d checked the park twice now and was on his way to check it again. He hopped off the bus and nearly fell over; Zack was propped against the bus unconscious and bleeding. He scooped him up and got back on as fast as he could.

“Where was he and what the fuck happened to him?” Brian got up from the couch and grabbed a dishrag from the sink, soaked it with cool water and then came over and started to lightly dab at Zack’s blistered and bleeding wrists.

“Against the bus, I don’t know.” Matt whispered helplessly; he pulled up Zack’s shirt and cringed and the hole in his stomach, he got up and grabbed another towel and soaked it with warm water and carefully wiped at the wound. Zack mumbled something in his sleep and shifted uncomfortably as the two treated his wounds. Johnny padded in, in his wolf form and froze; he whined quietly and then jumped on the couch by Zack’s head and licked his cheek and snuggled close to him. Jimmy came in when he heard his lover’s whine and quickly came over and kneeled next to Synyster.

“I take it we don’t know what happened.” He whispered; running his long fingers through Zack’s mussed hair. Brian shook his head and continued to carefully clean the pale wrist in his hand.
Zack whimpered and tried to pull his hand away when Brian went over a more sensitive area. Matt kissed his forehead and whispered quietly to him until he calmed down and relaxed.

“Think we should cancel the show?” Brian whispered as the left-handed guitarist lapsed deeper into sleep. Matt checked his watch and sighed, “If he’s not up in the next couple of hours we’ll cancel.”

Zack’s POV

His head hurt, his throat was dry, he felt like he’d been sucker punched in the stomach, his wrists felt like they’d been dipped in acid, but all-in-all he felt pretty good. He was on the floor and he could smell Matt’s sweet scent and feel his warm body next to him; Synyster was curled up on his other side and Johnny and Jimmy were close. He sighed and started to go back to sleep when he remembered why he was in so much pain. He sat up and hissed when his stomach muscles cramped around his wound. Matt and Brian were awake instantly, “You’re safe angel, relax.” Matt’s voice murmured soothingly in his ear. He shook his head, Matt, and especially Brian, had to know what the Hunters were planning.

“Hunters, Hunters want compromise.” He gasped; apparently his stomach wasn’t healing as well as he thought it was. Brian looked at Matt confused, “Silver?” he whispered pressing the back of his hand to Zack’s cool forehead. Matt shrugged, “It could be; two serious poisonings in a week, that’s not good. He’s still too young.”
He coaxed Zack into lying down again. Zack growled, he was fine, he just couldn’t tell them what he needed to tell them.

“The Hunters caught me. They can’t kill us outright so they want a compromise.” He paused and closed his eyes trying to organize his scattered thoughts.

“Hunters don’t compromise.” Brian growled; Zack nuzzled his arm and the older wolf lay down next to him again.

“They want…” he paused again unsure if he wanted to tell them. If Matt knew what they wanted he would walk right up to Isaac and either kill him or offer his own life.

“They want what?” Jimmy asked quietly. Zack opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, “Alpha. They want an Alpha.”

He felt all of them tense and he waited for the inevitable argument that was brewing.

“They had you…” Jimmy whispered. Zack chuckled ruefully, “They didn’t believe me; they think Brian and Matt are the Alphas.”

“What?” Brian propped himself up on his arm and looked over at Matt.

“Well,” he said slowly, “we have been together a long time and we’ve been lovers before,” he shrugged, “I guess it would be easy to make that mistake.”

“Wait.” Johnny piped up, “You said they didn’t believe you? You *told* them you were an Alpha?!”

Zack nodded tiredly and rested his head against Matt’s chest; perhaps he wasn’t as rested as he thought. He closed his eyes and tried to stay in the conversation but their voices were fading and soon he was asleep again.

He finally woke up again, Matt was still curled by his side and he could hear the others moving quietly through the bus. Since he was surrounded by Matt’s scent he assumed he had been moved to his bunk; he opened his eyes and found himself staring at the wall, he crinkled his nose and carefully turned over to the better view of Matt’s glowing hazel eyes.

“Are you going to stay awake this time.” He whispered and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Zack growled and nuzzled his head underneath Matt’s stubbly chin. He stayed like that for a minute before Matt’s serious tone made him come fully into the waking world, “Zack. Do you remember what you said about the Hunters?”

He unburied his head and looked Matt directly in the eye, “Yes. That’s what they told me. Apparently killing all of us would cause too much of a stir so they want the confirmed death of an Alpha. In return they’ll take the pack out of their records.” He rested his head on Matt’s shoulder and sighed quietly and waited.

“You already know what I’m going to say.” Matt’s voice was quiet and Zack only nodded, “And you know what I’m going to say to that.” He whispered.

“Then, in theory, we’ve reached an impasse.”

Zack stiffened when he heard the ‘in theory’ part of the sentence; that meant Matt had some way to pull rank on him and that meant whatever he decided that was what they would do. Matt rolled them over so he was on top, “In theory we’re equals, in reality,” he kissed the hollow of his neck and whispered, “I’m the dominant Alpha.”

Zack stayed rigid below him and gave him an angry look; his green eyes flashed cat-like in the darkness of the bunk.

“I’m not arguing with you.” Matt sighed and rolled off of him and out of the bunk. Zack sat up and winced as the wound in his stomach protested but he shook it off and followed him. The hell they weren’t arguing about this. Zack caught up to him in the front lounge and slipped in front of him, he snarled at him and Matt snarled back. Then Matt did something he’d never done before; he shoved Zack back onto the couch and then hovered over him baring his teeth and growling quietly.

The wolf in him immediately wanted to roll over but the human in him was *pissed*; he glared at his mate and unleashed his own defiant growl.

“I am not negotiating this.” He whispered coldly.

“Neither am I.” Zack snarled; Matt pushed him again so he was completely on his back. It took everything he had not to give in; he kept his body rigid, and kept his eyes on the hazel ones above him. Matt’s growl turned lethal and Zack finally relaxed and flashed his white throat in submission. Matt immediately got off him and continued on his way. A guttural snarl ripped out of Zack’s throat and he rolled off the couch and stalked to off to his bunk.

Zack had only been in his bunk a half hour or so stewing in his anger when Brian pulled back the curtain, “Showtime Zacky.” He whispered and then he was gone. Zack took a deep breath and then rolled out of his bunk.

He stayed away from Matt, didn’t even look at him, but he managed control his anger well enough to smile and wave at the crowd like nothing was wrong.

“Don’t need you, fuck camaraderie, this rage will never go away!” Burn it Down seemed to fit his mood. He spat the next verse out with palpable venom, “Hatred fuels my blood!” The verse came out in a low growl, not his usual. He saw Matt glance at him out the corner of his eye but he continued to ignore him.

After the show he smiled and chatted with fans like he usually did but as soon as he was back on the bus he dropped all pretenses and hopped back into his bunk; sullen and hateful.

“Zack. Zack we need to talk.” Matt’s soft voice woke him up sometime later; his anger had banked while he slept but it whipped itself into a raging inferno in seconds. He pointedly ignored his mate and turned over.

“Dammit Zack talk to me!” he snarled losing his patience; he pulled open the curtain and for a second Zack was tempted to roll over and slam his fist into his face. Instead he stayed where he was and answered coldly, “What is there to talk about?” he heard Matt sigh and then strong arms wrapped around his midsection and pulled him out of the bunk. He snarled and thrashed and cursed Matt in every language he knew as he carried him to the back lounge.

Matt finally set him down on the couch and stepped away from him; Zack was on his feet in a heartbeat, his green eyes flashing dangerously in the light.

“Zack calm down.” He said quietly; Zack snarled and started pacing, tremors shook his body as he fought to stay in his human form.

“Zachary listen to me!” Matt’s voice was low and commanding; Zack didn’t stop pacing and only growled in response. Matt let loose his own snarl and grabbed Zack and tackled him to the floor. He bared his teeth and again Zack felt the wolf in him start to cave but the human part of him rebelled even more than before. He thrashed and started swearing again; Matt pinned his neck to the floor and dropped his growl another octave, “You. Will. Listen. To. Me.”

Zack’s temper flared hotter than before and he shoved Matt as hard as he could tossing him to the side. Both were on their feet in an instant, they glared death at each other and then Zack turned without a word and headed for the door. Matt followed him, they reached the front lounge; Brian looked up from his magazine startled when Zack blew past him closely followed by Matt. Matt grabbed his arm, “If you get off this bus don’t come back.” Matt said quietly, there was a barely controlled fury in his voice. Zack paused and then he ripped his arm out of Matt’s grip and walked off the bus.

Matt's POV

“Are you out of your mind?” Brian was in his face almost before Zack was off the bus. His brown eyes held as much fear as they did anger. He snarled and turned away from him planning on heading to the back lounge and ignoring everyone. Brian grabbed his arm, “Go after him.” He said quietly. Matt turned back around, “He made his choice.” He snarled.

“Dammit Matt you will regret this! Go. After. Him!” Brian had never acted like this before, it was almost unnerving.

“Why should I?” his voice was still venomous. Brian took his face in his hands and forced him to look him in the eye, “Because that his the last thing I said to Shasta.” He whispered; Matt felt his stomach churn. Shasta had been Brian’s mate eons ago; they had argued over something and she had left; a week later they had found her head on a Hunter’s pike.

“Go after him before something happens to him. He’s never been alone Matt, he doesn’t know what he’s doing.” Brain pleaded; Matt didn’t budge.

“He’ll figure that out soon enough.” he whispered.

“You stupid dog!” Brian snarled he shoved him away, “You will kill him if you leave him out there alone!”

Matt’s snarl was equally as vicious, “If you’re really so concerned about him then you can go after him.”
Brian went completely still for a moment and then he punched him hard in the chest and silently went to his bunk leaving Matt in the small hallway totally winded.

Zack’s POV

The wolf in him wanted to run back to the bus with his tail between his legs and beg forgiveness, but he staunchly refused to give into it. He angrily tore his clothes off and shifted to his wolf form and started to run off his anger. He tore at shrubbery and snapped at trees as he ran letting his anger flow freely; he avoided the well lit streets and slunk through the shadows gliding further and further away from the bus.

He had left the city limits the night before, now he was running through a bean field letting his nose guide the way. The plan was to head back home, grab a couple things and then go back to his homeland, but before that he needed to get something to eat and the scent of a plump rabbit was strong in the air.

There was a flash of movement to his right and the rabbit took off like a shot. Zack took after it and slowly started to gain ground, for a moment he forgot he wasn’t with his pack; he readied himself for a leap that would land him squarely on the small rodent. He jumped and did land on the rabbit but his celebration was cut short by the bright headlights that blinded him and the loud horn that deafened him. He leapt away from the rabbit to get away from the noise and sound but he didn’t leap soon enough or far enough and the Silverado ran him down.

The pain was unimaginable; it felt like he had been turned inside out and then put on a spit to roast. He tried to move his legs and all he got was a feeble twitch. Every breath he took was getting shorter and fainter. He opened his eyes and saw the stars above him like a thousand eyes and for a moment he wasn’t in the middle of the road slowly dying.

Italy 1415

Zack rolled down the hill laughing like a toddler as the stars twinkled above; Matt was watching him from the top of the hill with an amused look on his face. Brian and Jimmy had disappeared a little earlier; Zack felt heat spread across his face just thinking about what they were doing. His blush deepened when his mind ran through all the things he wanted to do to the beautiful man at the top of the hill. He tried to get himself under control as he walked up the hill to meet his mate but Matt always seemed to know what was going on in his mind.

“Ah, Il mio angelo dolce posso sentire l'odore del vostro desiderio.”* His soft whisper lit a fire in Zack’s belly and he pulled him into a slow deep kiss.

Matt groaned and twisted his head more to get his tongue deeper into Zack; the smaller wolf lightly stroked his tongue playfully and pressed his palm against Matt’s growing erection. Matt broke the kiss panting as he rocked his hips against his hand.

“Li ho bisogno angelo, prego” he groaned; Zack really didn’t know what he was saying, he couldn’t speak Italian, but he had an idea of what his mate wanted.

He pulled his hand away and slowly pulled Matt’s shirt out and dragged the rough material up his body, scraping hardening nipples, Matt gasped and started to pull Zack’s shirt off but the smaller wolf swatted his hand away, “voi in primo luogo?” he said hesitantly. Matt smiled and untied his pants; Zack smiled too, proud that his limited vocabulary had come in handy. He watched hungrily as Matt tossed his pants aside and sat down then reclined in the soft grass. Zack shyly ducked his head and let his hair half shield his face as he slowly pulled his shirt off, Matt’s hazel eyes were gold in the moonlight and alive with desire, “L'angelo dei dii non lo tortura.” His voice was low and he wrapped a hand around his dark erection. Zack snickered and then untied his pants and just as slowly pulled them down and off.

He stood totally naked in the bright moonlight of the full moon; Matt’s eyes roamed over him hungrily as he timidly walked over to him. When he was close enough Matt sat up and then moved to his knees and wrapped his arms around his waist pressing light kisses to his soft belly.

“Il mio angelo bello e loving,” he mumbled kissing lower, Zack’s breath caught when his words whispered over his inner thigh, “lo ha lasciato prego voi.”

Zack fought to stay upright when Matt slipped his hot mouth over his throbbing head and down his length. He groaned quietly as his tongue pressed against him and his teeth lightly ran over his tender flesh. He hit the back of Matt’s throat and his muscles contracted around him, Zack threw his head back moaning and rocking his hips as Matt’s skilled mouth pushed him closer to the edge.

“Matt, Matty please.” He felt the familiar tightening in his stomach as Matt sucked hard on his head before deep throating him again. Zack let out something between a sigh and a scream as he spilled his hot seed in Matt’s waiting mouth. His legs finally gave out and he collapsed in front of Matt panting. Matt pulled him against him and kissed the top of his head. Zack lifted his head and captured his lips in an innocent kiss. He lightly brushed his fingers over Matt’s hardness; the Alpha moaned into the kiss and pulled him closer.

“Ti amo.” He whispered when they broke the kiss; Zack smiled and buried his head in Matt’s shoulder, “Ti amo…ach?” he whispered.

“Anche.” Matt corrected gently; Zack buried his head deeper in embarrassment and then he lay back on the sweet grass, his green eyes darkening with desire.

Matt slicked two of his fingers with saliva and slowly pushed one into Zack’s tight heat. Zack squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block the pain; a soft tongue gently pushed between his lips and helped distract him while Matt added his other finger. Zack turned the kiss into a battle when Matt pulled his fingers out and pushed his hard flesh into him. The kiss broke with Zack dizzy and in a blissful combination of pleasure and pain as Matt was completely sheathed in him.

“Aspetti?” Matt murmured after Zack started to squirm; Zack nodded and rocked his hips again. He started a slow rhythm until Zack threw his head back and screamed.

“Più.” Zack moaned and pushed his hips up to meet Matt’s. Matt pulled him up and held him, their sweat slicked torsos slid effortlessly across each other as Matt moved faster.

“Dii, angelo,” he groaned thrusting harder, “così fortemente.”

Zack panted and screamed as Matt’s thick length slammed into his sweet spot over and over again. He dug his nails into Matt’s shoulders as he fought off his release. Matt whimpered something unintelligible and thrust hard two more times before Zack let out a strangled scream and drenched them both with his pearly cum. Matt buried himself deep and groaned as he finally released inside of him.

They collapsed on the grass panting; Zack couldn’t feel his limbs but he knew Matt was still buried in him, his mate continued to moan as tight muscles contracted around his softening member. Finally Matt pulled out and collapsed again beside him.

“Mai vi non lascerò l'angelo,” Matt whispered, “ti amo. Ti amo così tanto.”

“Ti amo anche.” Zack murmured and pressed a small kiss to his lips.

Present Day

The soft grass disappeared and was replaced by hard asphalt; the sweet smell of the air was corrupted by gas, blood, and oil. The millions of stars were reduced to thousands by a haze of smog and Matt’s warm embrace became the chill of the night air.

He whimpered and again tried to move, but his limbs were cold and stiff and refused to respond to him.
There were more bright lights and then a loud screech and the smell of burning rubber filled the air. The pain tripled and then quadrupled as the vehicle mostly missed him and crushed his midsection even more. Blood poured from his mouth and nose and he finally let go.

Synyster’s POV

He was alternating between being furious at Matt and terrified for Zack. He wanted to run off the bus and go after him, but he wanted to beat his remaining Alpha for even letting him go. It was all very annoying and confusing and worst of all Johnny was in pieces.

They had found out that the young wolf did not do well with arguments. He usually slunk to his bunk or hid until Jimmy or Zack could coax him out after everyone had made nice. He, Jimmy, and Matt had guessed he was from a…less than friendly pack, and arguments had probably turned to physical violence. Being young he had probably gotten his fair share of beatings from the losers of those arguments.

But now, Jimmy was out somewhere, Zack was obviously gone, and he and Matt were the ones that were fighting. Johnny was not taking this well. He had no idea where the small wolf was but he knew there was no way in hell he was coming out for him. Brian pulled his phone out and dialed Jimmy’s number; he picked up after two rings, “I can’t go after him.” He said quietly. Brian ran a hand over his face and swore quietly, that was the other thing he was going to ask.

“Johnny is not taking this well.” He murmured after a moment.

“I figured that.” Came the sarcastic reply, “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” And then the line went dead.

Johnny’s POV

He was terrified and angry. He wanted to go after Zack but he didn’t know what would happen to him if he did. Matt could kick him out of the pack or tear him apart or whatever he wanted if he broke the rules. He cowered down in his hiding place wishing Jimmy was with him. Jimmy kept him safe, he wouldn’t let Brian or Matt hurt him.

Really he knew that neither Matt nor Brian would hurt him, but he never thought he’d see Matt kick his own mate out of the pack or Brian strike their Alpha. And here in the span of only fifteen minutes he’d seen both.

He trembled and fought the urge to whimper; there was no telling what would happen if they found him. Matt could kick him out just because or Brian could beat the crap out of him because he lost the fight.

Jimmy’s POV

Angry did not even begin to describe his mood. He was furious. He had been at a club enjoying a little alone time when Matt had called and told him Zack was gone and he wasn’t coming back and he was in no way allowed to go after him. He had left the party shortly after and started back to the bus. Five minutes after he’d gotten outside Synyster had called and told him that his mate was not dealing with these new developments.

He figured the fight with Matt and Zack had been about the Hunters, he knew that they were going to fight over that. But the thought of Matt exiling Zack had never crossed his mind; the news was like a slap in the face.

He needed to get to Johnny, the poor pup was probably in pieces; Zack was gone and he was stuck on the bus with two very big, very old, *Very* pissy wolves. He broke into a light jog; Matt may not care what happened to his mate, but he sure as hell cared about his.

Synyster’s POV

The night had not been a fun one; Jimmy had jumped on the bus and spent twenty minutes softly calling for his young mate before he finally found him in a microscopic gap between the wall and the refrigerator. He had pulled the small, terrified wolf into his arms and disappeared into his bunk with him.

Matt had holed up in the back lounge. He had studiously avoided that area by staying in the front lounge. He was certain if he saw the black and silver wolf there would be blood shed.

The day had not been entertaining either. They had, had to inform everyone that their tour was cancelled until further notice because a certain; stupid, stubborn, murderous Alpha had, had an argument with his mate and now they were down a left-handed guitarist.

He snarled angrily and flopped back on the couch in the front lounge; Jimmy and Johnny had holed up in a bunk and apparently they weren’t coming out until they got home. Matt had taken over the back lounge so Brian had claimed the front lounge as his own. He stared out the window not really seeing anything, just the occasional flash of headlights that illuminated miles and miles of fields.

He turned away from the window and then whipped back around; shakily he got to his feet and told the driver to pull off at the next rest stop.

Johnny’s POV

He felt the bus slowing and then a couple bumps and then they stopped. He loosened the death grip he had on Jimmy and cautiously peeked out of the small window; they were at a rest stop. He was a little confused, then he saw Brian streak past the window in only his pajama bottoms, now he was really confused. Jimmy was sitting up next to him with an equally confused look on his face, “Stay here.” He whispered and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek and then he rolled out of the bunk.

Matt’s POV

Why were they stopping? He got up off the couch and walked to the front lounge, Brian was gone and he only caught a glimpse of Jimmy jumping off the bus. The bus was silent, either Johnny had gone with them or he was hiding again. He shrugged and got off the bus too.

Synyster’s POV

He prayed to every God and Goddess he knew that it was only a trick of the light. He prayed that it was only his imagination. His mind told him it wasn’t. He felt the crunch of glass and gravel beneath his feet as he ran along the shoulder, back to the animal he’d caught only a glimpse of as they sped past it.

Every time he tried to tell himself it was only a deer the fresh memory of a flash of snow white and red popped up. His heart hammered in his chest every time he saw it, his mind tried to clear the image, tried to make it a deer; but every time the image cleared to reveal only a fluffy white belly and a red side.

He ran faster as oncoming headlights lit up a dark body on the side of the road. His throat tightened and tears burned the back of his eyes as white forelegs glowed in the half moon’s light.

He came to a sliding halt and collapsed beside Zack’s body; his vibrant green eyes that had once caught everything were a dull olive that saw nothing. Blood that had dried to black flecked his red and white spotted muzzle. The beautiful white fur of his forelegs and stomach was dirtied with road filth and blood. His thick fur was matted and flat, the bright luster was gone.

Gingerly he lifted Zack up into his lap and choked on a sob when his shattered body rested there limply. Everything was broken; his ribs, chest, legs, hips; everything was in pieces that crunched and scraped against each other. He held the broken body to his chest and did something he hadn’t done since he had found his beautiful Shasta mangled and bloodied centuries ago; he cried.

Jimmy’s POV

He lost Brian, he had sprinted into the darkness and not left a trace, he couldn’t even find his scent. He stopped and looked around, he could’ve gone anywhere; there was a stand of trees, fields everywhere, or he could’ve stayed on the road. He stood for a moment weighing his options and then he turned and started jogging back to his mate.

He saw Matt getting back on the bus as he drew closer; apparently he had been having the same problem. He got back on the bus and found the Alpha staring out the window intently; he ignored him and went back to Johnny.

Synyster’s POV

He pulled himself back under control and carefully gathered Zack’s beautiful, broken body into his arms and started a slow walk back to the bus. Silent tears escaped every now and then and he fought the urge to whisper to the fluffy body in his arms; Zack’s head hung lifelessly over his arm, his cold body was heavy in his arms. He felt another wave of tears threaten to break over him; he stopped and took deliberate, deep breaths, and then restarted his slow pace once the feeling was gone.

“Zack…” the need to talk to him was over powering, his denial needed to make damn sure the young wolf was indeed gone, “Zachary.” He lifted his arm and pressed his cheek to the soft fur ruff around his neck, “Zachary…wake…wake up?” he felt like he was young again. Like when he was six and had found his mother dead in the backyard; an arrow through her back. “Zacky wake up. Please.”

His chest and throat were still tight and diamond tears continued to fall as he approached the bus; instead of getting on the bus he veered away and went into the small park area surrounding the rest stop. Faintly he heard the door open and close but he ignored it; he spotted a massive oak and made his way toward it.

He gently set Zack on the ground and sat back; more tears threatened when the moonlight filtered through the leaves and sprinkled its silver light onto Zack’s body.

He heard a small cry from behind him and turned to see Matt a few feet away staring at the body. He was close enough that Brian could see the different muscles of his arms and legs twitching. A muscle on his arm jumped, like he was going to move forward; another muscle on his arm jerked, like he wanted to reach out, but he stayed where he was.

Brian felt fury erase the deep sorrow in him; he snarled once and then leaped at Matt. Caught off guard the Alpha let out a yelp of surprise and then fell to the ground.

Since they were only wearing pajama bottoms they easily slipped into their wolf forms without the fear of getting tangled in their clothing. Brian leaped at him again but now Matt was prepared and he jumped for him at the same time. They clashed midair with the metallic ‘clink’ of teeth and low growls.

Brian circled to the left and Matt went to cut him off; they clashed again and Matt’s teeth found purchase on Brian’s muzzle. His razor sharp teeth ripped open the tender skin. Synyster snarled in pain and jumped away, Matt followed attacking relentlessly. Brian’s white teeth flashed in the moonlight and he tore at the vulnerable muscle of Matt’s shoulder, he shook the wound off and continued his assault.

“Tearing each other apart isn’t going to bring him back.” Jimmy’s quiet voice stalled their fighting. He was sitting next to Zack gently scratching behind his ears; surprisingly Johnny was next to him, in his wolf form, he licked Zack’s cheek and then lay down beside him. Brian’s legs gave out and he sank to the ground, all the anger was gone, drowned in a crushing wave of sorrow. He whimpered pitifully and then climbed to his feet and slowly walked deeper into the underbrush until the darkness swallowed him.

Jimmy's POV

The snarl told him that something bad had happened, the second snarl and the escalation of both snarls told him something horrible had happened. Johnny quaked next to him, “I’ll be back.” He whispered and kissed his forehead. He rolled out of the bunk again and sprinted off the bus.

He found Matt and Brian literally trying to tear each other apart inside the park area; he thought about just going back to the bus and letting them do what they wanted to each other when a smear of red caught his eye. He looked past the two fighting wolves and caught his breath; Zack’s still body was beneath a large oak, there was no sign of breath and his bright coat was dull and matted. He took slow steps toward the young wolf; his two fighting comrades forgotten, he kneeled down next to him and ran a hesitant hand over his body.

He was broken, more than that, he was shattered. In a few places the jagged bones had broken through his skin. Tar from the road was matted in his fur, there was blood on his muzzle, and his brilliant green eyes were dark and lifeless.

Johnny whimpered quietly as his silent paws brought him to Jimmy’s side undetected. He looked up at Jimmy pleadingly and then down at Zack.

“I can’t make this better Welpe.” He whispered miserably. He felt sick as he stared at the mangled body and suddenly he was furious at Matt and Syn for fighting.

“Tearing each other apart isn’t going to bring him back.” How could they fight when Zack was here, literally, in pieces?

Their snarls quieted, he moved to scratch behind Zack’s ears and said his silent good-bye to the young wolf. Johnny licked his cheek and then settled next to him almost protectively.

Brian’s whimper broke the silence and then he slowly disappeared into the night.

Johnny’s POV

He didn’t know what had happened to make Synyster and Matt fight but he knew it wasn’t good. Jimmy hadn’t told him to stay so he timidly climbed out of the bunk and shifted to his wolf form where he felt safer and followed his mate off the bus. He stayed back when he saw Matt and Syn tearing at each other, he was tempted to run back on the bus and hide but he saw Jimmy kneeling in front of a tree, totally ignoring the two fighting wolves, Johnny moved closer as his curiosity urged him forward.

He swung wide to avoid catching the attention of the Matt and Brian; Zack. That’s what Jimmy was looking at, Zacky was beneath the tree. His brief flash of happiness for seeing his friend turned and became something bitter. Jimmy was lightly running his hands over his body; Zack wasn’t moving. He crept forward and whimpered. Jimmy looked at him with pain in his deep blue eyes; Johnny looked at him and then down at Zack.

“I can’t make this better Welpe.” The pain in his voice made Johnny’s chest tighten with misery. He licked Zack’s cold cheek and then lay down beside him. He wasn’t going to let anything else happen to his friend.

Jimmy’s POV

He said his good-byes and slowly stood, he didn’t look at Matt, and he started to walk back to the bus when he realized he wasn’t being followed. He turned back and saw that Johnny hadn’t moved, he was still curled next to Zack; occasionally he would lick his muzzle or his cheek but other than that he didn’t move. Jimmy walked back over and crouched in front of him, “Johnny?”

The young wolf didn’t look at him and instead snuggled a little closer to Zack’s body. Jimmy felt the tight knot in his chest move to his throat and tears stung his eyes. He reached over and started to pick his mate up; Johnny let out a strange sound that was like a growl and a whimper.

“Johnny please. Don’t do this to me.” He whispered, he swallowed thickly and again tried to pick him up, Johnny stayed quiet and he pulled him into his arms.

Johnny’s body shook like a leaf in the wind as he carried him back to the bus. He was making more strange noises; a howl that was cut off by a whine of pain, a miserable whimper that turned into a weak growl.

Jimmy set him in his bunk and stroked his soft fur; Johnny changed and looked up at him with tears in
his eyes. Jimmy lie down next to him and let him bury his head in his chest as quiet sobs continued to shake his small body.

Johnny’s POV

He saw Jimmy get up and start to leave but he stayed right where he was. Zacky was his friend, his pack mate, and his playmate; he wasn’t just going to leave him there under a tree in the middle of nowhere.

“Johnny?”

Jimmy’s voice was quiet; he ignored him and moved closer to Zack’s cold body. Two firm hands wrapped around his midsection and started to pull him away; he growled but then whimpered because he knew Jimmy was right. He couldn’t stay here with Zack, Zacky was gone.

“Johnny please. Don’t do this to me.” The pain in Jimmy’s voice made him cave; he wouldn’t make his mate suffer. When Jimmy tried to pick him up again he didn’t struggle.

All the way back to the bus he cried; Jimmy tightened his arms around him and he could feel his mate’s sorrow.

When he set him in his bunk Johnny changed and looked up at him in misery; Jimmy settled next to him and pulled him close. He pressed his face into his chest and cried. He wanted to go back out with Zack, keep him safe from Hunters and humans. He wasn’t safe without his pack; someone could find him and just toss him away like…like…like road kill.

Matt’s POV

He saw Brian heading into the trees; it looked like he was carrying something. He took off to follow him. He almost lost him again like he had on the road but a small breeze kicked up and he found the scent again, he found Brian sitting next to a massive oak tree. His body was shaking and he could faintly hear his stuttered breathing, he started to run over to him to see if he was hurt when he saw what he had been carrying.

His beautiful red and white coat was filthy, even from where he was he could see the dull olive of his mate’s eyes. Nothing like the bright emerald they were supposed to be. He told his body to move, but it stayed where it was. He told himself to change, but he stayed human. He didn’t remember making a sound, but Brian turned to look at him.

His eyes stayed on Zack’s until Synyster’s body slammed into his. He fell to the ground surprised and angry. He shifted and so did Brian; the leaped at each other. Their teeth clinked together and the broke apart growling. Brian tried to get behind him and Matt retaliated by grabbing his sensitive muzzle. Brian jumped back growling but now he was angry.

He stayed on him snapping at him, trying to distract himself from Zack’s still body and lifeless eyes, Brian actually ripped a fairly large piece of fur and muscle out of his shoulder but it didn’t faze him. He couldn’t feel his body anymore, they could skin him alive and it wouldn’t matter, he didn’t care anymore. He continued to attack Brian to drown out the quiet screaming in his head.

“Tearing each other apart isn’t going to bring him back.” Jimmy’s voice was quiet but it cut through his haze of fury and pain. They stopped fighting; again he found Zack’s dead eyes staring at him the screaming in his mind grew louder. Brian fell to the ground for a moment and then struggled back up to his feet; he whimpered and slowly walked into the darkness.

He sat there and stared back at Zack, Jimmy and, amazingly, Johnny faded into nothing. His chest hurt. He’d never felt this pain before; Zack continued to stare at him. The screaming in his head became deafening and out of the hoarse cry words started to form.

“You stupid dog! You will kill him if you leave him out there alone!”

And he had. He had left him alone and now he was dead.

He blinked. Jimmy and Johnny were gone, Synyster was still missing. He sat up and with his head hung walked over to his still mate. Zack’s eyes didn’t follow him like they should have; they continued to stare at the spot where he had been. He shifted to his human form and sat next to him. His throat and chest were tight; he choked on a sob as his hands ran over Zack’s body, the bones that should have been firm and smooth were broken and drifting.

“Angel, angel I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He pulled the ruined body into his lap; tears fell on his bloodied muzzle. “I didn’t mean it angel come back. Come back please.” His pained pleas fell on deaf ears; Zack didn’t look at him. He pulled him closer and buried his face in the soft fur of his neck as sobs racked his body, “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, angel I’m sorry. Don’t go.” With every breath he took the pain in his chest grew worse and Brian’s words screamed louder and louder in his head, “L'angelo non lo lascia, non lo lascia. Ti amo, il Zachary ritorna prego. Non posso... io li ho bisogno.”

*Translations go in order of conversation*

“Ah, my sweet angel I can smell your desire.”

“I need you angel, please.”

“You first?”

“Please angel don’t torture me.”

“My beautiful, loving angel,” “let me please you.”

“I love you.”

Zack was trying to say, “I love you too.”

"Ready?"

“More.”

“Gods angel,” “so tight.”

“I’ll never leave you angel,” “I love you. I love you so much.”

“Welpe” means ‘puppy’

“Angel don’t leave me, don’t leave me. I love you Zachary please come back. I can’t…I need you.”

A/N: Stay with me on this one, stay with me! I’ll get the next chapter up ASAP.
Oh, and if the translations are off, blame Bablefish.
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