No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 35: Particularity Of The Rufus

What, seriously he’s gonna follow us everywhere we go, is that right?

And you, are you going to fight him like a savage every time you come across him on every corner? Just pretend he’s not here man, just forget about him as long as he’s no danger to us.

Since that famous evening of ambushes, they keep coming across Theo and two of his betas who try by all means to get in touch with them, but they refuse to speak to them, and even worse El can’t control his urge to make him swallow all his teeth one after the other. so every time he bumps into them, he and El romp on each other like crazy until they’re both exhausted.

Theo is curious to know the identity of their inner not to mention this particular attraction that El provokes in him, he knows through Hugg who they are but that’s not what interests him it’s their rating supernatural that attracts him.

The two intrigue him and he’s made it his mission to figure it out, even though he has to fight El every time their paths cross. and normally the Rufus runs away from any creature that comes from the other world, the dark world as they say.

He even makes a fix on them, so he starts following them everywhere like a puppy or a cuckold lover. the boys are even starting to have parties away from home but Marc is always around, he has no right to take his eyes off Howie even though he knows that this one can manage without him in front of at least ten werewolves at a time.

Theo is eighteen years old, the only son of a business tycoon in the restaurant and hotel industry, he owns a chain of five-star restaurants known throughout the world, they live in southern California where they are very well known and respected and their influence and socio-economic level play a big part in all this.

Theo himself has his fortune, he entered the business world at the age of twelve when he made his first investment in the stock market, at the age of fourteen he had quadrupled his investment, and still today he continues.

His father was very proud of his choice, when he received his check for his twelve years instead of using it to splurge, as their custom dictates, he invested it to make a lot more profit and no matter what the outcome of his choice would have been, his father would still be so proud of him.

Today he lives on his own with a dozen beta who make up his pack in the woods near the lake where he builds his home out of sight.

Like Howie he is descended from an ancient Werewolf family, the Rufus or Red Wolves, a rare and almost non-existent race who are hunted down by their peers and by humans because of what they represent.

These letters are frivolous by nature and above all painstaking of the first categories, they nevertheless have something that everyone wants from them... they can merge their pheromone to make it a powerful weapon against an opponent stronger than them and especially in case of extreme danger.

His father left the pack when his parents were hunted down and killed and there weren’t many of their kind left. They normally live in packs, most often they can be the bait for some wolves who seek power and might, or for the human himself.

On full moon nights or when they are caught, they are forced to transform to fight against their attacker, who will push them to transform at all costs. Once they have finished, when they are in their natural state, they are devoured or dissected like insects mercilessly.

Their flesh and blood contain an elixir that keeps them young, when they reach their adult age of twenty-one they do not age the same as other creatures whether supernatural or natural.

From then on, they do not age and they can live for centuries renewing their strength and vital energy in deep sleep for years every century.

So whoever devours the eyes, the heart, and who drinks the blood of a Rufus in his animal form receives the latter’s abilities and privileges, and it is for this reason that they are rare and few and live far away from the city, deep in the woods.

They have been hunted all their lives by humans and their kind for their flesh and blood which is in part a fountain of youth. and who would pass up such a chance if they can live longer and be young all their lives? Not humans anyway, because they’re always short on time so giving them a few more years is a godsend, and they’ll do whatever it takes to get it.

These youngsters who are now part of Theo’s pack are survivors, survivors who hid from humans and their kind for years, even though they had packs they are hunted and tortured. what is the fate of a lone wolf who must face the world alone for his survival?

The humans who know of their existence are few and they are researchers who often paid colossal sums to obtain them. beauty products and all sorts of cures for wrinkles and deadly diseases have been defeated because of them. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Major advances have been possible in the world of medicine for which there is no plausible explanation, which could be called miracles if these gentlemen were not so straddling their belief in science and rejecting everything they fail to identify and understand.

They swear by science, while they know very well what they had to do to obtain these incredible results and impossible to achieve for hundreds of years let alone in a single lifetime.

Yet they had no problem hunting down unusual beings for their personal need but no one mentions it because not everyone is aware of the existence of supernatural creatures.

The Rufus recognize each other through their third eye an unfailing connection between them and this is how Theo reconnected with the few remaining members of his species.

They are not violent but they have a pronounced taste for hunting and this need to drive their prey to madness to better savor their delicate and tender flesh under the effect of fear.

His father wouldn’t let him leave his home to reunite with the rest of the pack that disbanded hundreds of years before he was born, but he’s the stubborn type. Since he learned the truth about his origins he has done everything possible to get in touch with the remaining members, the little that remains.

The ones he found are all very young and are no more than a century old but at the moment are only teenagers, two of them have reached their adulthood Vince and Rigs the two betas who always accompany.

Rufus normally doesn’t get involved in clan, race, or pack conflicts, be sure they will be the victims, even if the conflict in question had nothing to do with them. They never take sides, they are always neutral as a precautionary measure and often show up in meetings with their faces masked.

Shit, that’s serious, these Rufus are hefty, Bravael exclaimed, clapping his hands like a child.

Do you find hefty, people who are killed and slaughtered for the petty and selfish profit of others?

Not that side, but the fact that they can live so long, of course, if they don’t get eaten before that. And the fact that they can turn back into babies when their life cycle ends is pretty cool.

You imagine being able to sleep for two to three years and be like new again but younger and for another period, although they have to wait until adulthood to access all their brain resources.

Yeah, but after a thousand years they begin to forget what they knew, those they knew, and even the people most dear to them, their memory and their minds are altered, I don’t find that cool.

Many of those who have been there having had to write down their memories with precise details to help them remember everything before it is too late.

Hmmm, you had to spoil the mood for me, hm? You’re not funny at all Ash, I hope you know that, hm? But whatever, it’s still cool. Besides, I’m not the only one at least who hibernates in difficult times.

Ok, I admit it looks cool from that angle. Does that mean you stop fighting him when you cross paths with him in the future?

No way, I am not here yet, what he did to me wasn’t cool and it was reckless of them too, what if I was one of those stalkers chasing them down to sacrifice them? What will their fate be today?

What? Howie’s eyes widened, don’t tell me you’re worried about him now, you’ve spent the last few weeks fighting with him like crazy, and now you’re worried about him. You are an unbelievable man.

Stop your bullshit brat, I don’t care about him, what’s the deal? I just find him careless and for an alpha, he’s downright stupid. He revealed himself to us without even knowing who we were.

No, he didn’t reveal himself to us, they targeted you and you were their prey of the night and they wanted to submit you to them because you resisted. When they reveal themselves to someone, it is most often to their companion or mate and sometimes people in whom they have great confidence and with whom their inner is in agreement.

When they are hunted it is often an Octat who sold them or bounty hunters who are fine connoisseurs of their race and who only do this for a living, these are human.

And the Octat is a hybrid, often from two different packs that include lupus or a human that has been transformed by the alpha. This is the reason why they don’t do transformation even by mistake.

Octats are usually power-hungry misers, who find them far too primal and passive when they have the power to do much more than sit idly by and waiting for someone to decide their fate.

I see someone here has done his homework, huh? El teases Howie in a playful tone, Why do you always take everything you do so seriously?

It’s a habit that I probably inherited from my parents, we never take anything lightly and if I have to venture into something, I have to know what I’m dealing with it’s my duty to watch over the people around me, I can’t do anything without taking into account the consequences that may result.

El rolled his eyes in annoyance, why don’t you just say you’re a control freak and a fucking perfectionist?

I am neither one nor the other, I have duties awaiting me and which require all my attention, that’s all, I can’t be careless.

Ok, I understand, that’s enough otherwise I’ll go crazy and dumb, hearing you talk like that makes me feel like I’m chatting with an old parrot, everything is calm for now you can relax and stop thinking about others for Once.

H looked at him sideways, he remembers having had a conversation like this with him in the past, he smiled and looked away with a glint of sadness that veiled his beautiful eyes.

What’s going on? asks Bravael, who was watching him from the corner too, like every time he’s near him, there isn’t a minute that he takes his eyes off him, he comes a little closer to him, and Howie suddenly gets up from the chair and hastened to leave the terrace.

But Bravael is not someone who lets himself be taken that easily. He uses his speed to catch up with him as he comes to the doorstep.

Howie made a sudden movement to avoid El’s hand, who wanted to grab him, El tried a second time to touch him but Howie continued to dodge while avoiding making eye contact with him.

Stop being silly Ash, he ends up shouting with all his might, annoyed by the situation and above all too frustrated by all this little dodging game that is starting to piss him off.

I know you know about us, I know you let Aike date, Tess, because you refuse to impose on him a story that has been written and lived for centuries.

I know you hate seeing him in the company of other people and sometimes even his brother, which is none other than the naughty and friendly side of the latter that materialized to give you more options.

You hate anything that gets too close to him but you refuse to put him in an awkward position by accepting everything without batting an eyelid, by allowing him to date someone else right in front of you.

Why don’t you touch his hand, why don’t you tell him about the pentacle of his family that is engraved in your flesh? Ok, I admit it’s a bit difficult to throw the story of the pentacle at him but you could at least let him choose his path, right?

It is without hypocrisy that I say to you, I hate you with all my being and I also hate him as I hate his brother because no matter how hard I try you will never see me as you see them, they have always been more important to you, they have always been what you value most in your life. you may not have treated me like shit but it’s just like because that’s how I feel when I watch you with them.

They didn’t even have to make any effort, they just had to smile at you to make you happy while I worked my ass off to help your morning and evening, day and night to understand.

I admit I’m frivolous, cheeky, adventurous even careless at times but that doesn’t make them a better choice than me.

Despite everything, I still accepted your choice, because affairs of the heart have always been very complicated since the dawn of time. so, it’s not today that’s going to change and it’s not because we’re not human that anything will change, love remains to love no matter who we are, and what we are. and she’s a heartless bitch who robs you of everything, from your dignity to what you own, she steals everything from you mercilessly leaving you behind like crap.

So, I refuse to see you suffer to protect someone else, I refuse to lose you again in inhuman conditions, think of you for once and let others make sacrifices for you too from time to time, what do you think about that? he ends up in a dull voice.

Howie suddenly stopped struggling against El who started screaming like he’d forgotten how to speak properly all of a sudden.

Speechless, he watches him empty his bag in front of him with visible, searing pain written in his eyes and all over his slander beautiful face, it’s so visible that it’s become almost palpable and it hurts him to see him like this, he is a far too happy and carefree pup to be devoured like this for a feeling as twisted as love.

Howie raised his right hand to his beautiful face and touched it, he stroked his cheek with his thumb before brushing away a crystal tear that ran down his cheek, and his beautiful eyes that usually sparkle like a ray of sunshine become dull and sad almost lifeless, inhabited by a cloud of uncontrollable suffering.

He approached him gently and took him in his arms, his heart in pain, his soul in distress. He refuses that someone suffers as he is, he refuses to see him in this state through his fault because now he knows what it feels like to love someone who doesn’t see you.

And the worst is he doesn’t even know if what he feels for Aike is love or the weight of fate that crushes him, a cruel fate that will follow him no matter where he intends to go and no matter the area in which he lives.

But Bravael, he knows it, he knows what he feels, he always knew it. How could he have endured all this for so long? how could he live with such a heavy feeling on his soul all this time without ever being able to satisfy it?

He begins to think at the speed of light and memories begin to flash before his eyes like on a flat-screen while the pentacle begins to shine on his forehead.

He took a few steps back to lean against the wall behind him for fear of crushing Bravael under his weight if he should pass out, he won’t risk crushing him since El is strong but he is Howie, he watches over the others, even if he gives them the impression that he doesn’t give a damn about them, he doesn’t pay much attention to them.

Bravael hurriedly wiped his eyes, suddenly forgetting the pain he was bathing in to support and help him. His eyes started to shine as blue as the sky after a rigorous downpour, He guided him to the sofas on the terrace where he carefully helped him to lie down.

He takes his hand in his and brings it to his mouth where he places a gentle kiss with all the tenderness in the world.

You are strong, I know it but you don’t need to be alone, I’m here for you no matter the situation. You can count on me too, you can trust me as you do with them, I am yours and for you and this does not matter which one you have chosen.

A good few minutes had passed since H fell back into the whirlwind of his terrible memories. He remembers how his friend was taken away from him by trickery, and the insane ambitions of Ida, the princess of Zane, daughter of King Menas, who was under the protection of Lyke like the whole city.

This girl, endowed with a great beauty that was compared to a goddess, fell in love with Lyke who did not give her the same attention. all her attempts were in vain to attract the gaze of the god on her, when she realized that he only had special time and affection as she would have liked for only one person, she fell into a fit of dark and unparalleled anger.

She invoked other gods from whom she sought help, gods who disliked Lyke such as the goddess Hera who helped her carry out her plan to make Lyke suffer.

Juno who hated him because he is the fruit of her husband’s adulterous union with Leto, could not have hoped for better. This one has not been able to carry out her revenge against Léto, who at the time was transformed into a wolf while she was pregnant, by her lover to protect them from the wrath of her jealous and cruel wife.

She found the right moment to respond to Ida’s invocation, and for nothing in the world would she have missed such a call for help. She had a case to finish with Lycian, and it was a perfect time, if she couldn’t hurt him directly then she would do it through a loved one.

She jumped at the chance given to her and the results were devastating, not to mention they all hated his popularity among the human realms. The humans adored and admired him, revered him.

They tricked Lug into a banquet where they poisoned him with a deadly potion specially prepared by the gods who feared Lycian at Yolpem because he was a danger to mortals and immortals alike.

The drink weakens him and deprives him of his powers and no remedy or magic could remedy the damage it did to his meridians, he died in excruciating pain after days and days of inhuman torment and suffering.

Lycien’s efforts were in vain to help him fight the poison, he could only watch him wither away before his eyes, trying to ease his pain as best he could. After which he lost his mind, he reduced cities to ashes mercilessly, forgetting how much they worshiped him, forgetting who he was and what he represented.

Howie came out of his memories with a cry of pain like the last time, he tucked his legs under his stomach in the fetal position as if he was cold all of a sudden. A stream of tears gushed over the childish face. Bravael leaned over to wipe them away, comforting him at the same time if he had the power to erase those searing memories he would have done it a long time ago. But unfortunately, he can only watch him helplessly suffer.

He stayed in the same position for a while until he calmed down, Bravael didn’t leave him for a second except when he left to get him a glass of water to calm his hiccups.

He handed the glass to Howie who took it from him, he ran a weary hand through his hair then he headed for the door without saying a single word mechanically Bravael followed him.

I’m taking my bath and we’re going to pay a little visit to our friends the Rufus. He ends up talking to El when he arrives at his door as if this little jaunt in the past he just had was nothing.

The latter answers him with a nod that the other does not even see since he was standing behind his back, but he guesses it because he knows Bravael only too well.

A few minutes later they were on their way to pay Theo a little visit, they not only researched his race but also tailed him as he spent the last few days spying on them. Now it’s their turn to surprise him. They arrived at the edge of the woods which at first sight seemed to be uninhabited.

I think we’re going to have to continue on foot, we’re going to run a bit, what do you say? There is space, right? Yeah, but I don’t think I’m in the mood to run but I agree with you, we have to continue on foot, the road is no longer passable at this point.

They hid the car in a corner so as not to attract attention, before leaving the road on foot to engage on a rocky road. I see and understand better why they drive jeeps, it’s a dirt track and inaccessible in addition. Complaining Howie almost sulking.

Yeah, they know what they’re doing at least they’re well organized, so why do they need that big house in town anyway?

I guess it’s for their urgent need, don’t you think, or to connect to the reality of the world they live in, who knows?

Hey, stop breathing, Howie whispered suddenly as he clapped his hand over the other’s mouth without waiting. What do you mean, stop breathing, are you serious? Bravael growled under his hand which covered his mouth. Howie lowered his head in alert with all his senses activated as predators do.

Someone else arrived before us, we have to hurry. Without waiting for El’s answer, he launched into a mad dash towards the smell of blood and pheromone that filled the air.

Fear, anger, and frustration are the emotions they perceive when they approach a little closer to their destination, they come out on a vast ground arranged like a military training ground at a high level.

They don’t play here, Howie noticed. A large and pretty house made of luxurious solid wood stands in front of them, with large glass windows. The lake that sleeps peacefully behind the house seems to invite you to take a dip.

He has taste, at least Bravael growled between his teeth as if he expected them to live in filth and inhumane conditions, like wild beasts devoid of any sense of reality.

Everything was calm on the surface but if you are not endowed with great senses you would have said that there is no one here and nothing is going on. But where are they, Howie wondered? They walk cautiously through the middle of the large yard, running around the house when growls catch their attention.

They land in the middle of an unnamed carnage, three badly injured Rufus were suffering martyrdom under the ground with deep scratches on their stomachs, broken legs, bloodshot eyes they don’t heal, and two others were already dead, their heads ripped off from the rest of their bodies.

It’s a terrible end, grumbled Bravael, disgusted by the cruelty of the act.

They make a quick analysis of the place to see the damage, the Rufus seems to protect the entrance to what seems to be a basement, while they are mercilessly massacred by a band of vile scoundrels.

Without shouting guard Howie pulled out his sharp claws and his eyes glowed a scary bright red. He inserted the claws of his two hands into the first wolf that had the misfortune to attack him, the poor beast let out a cry of pain mixed with surprise when he felt his flesh melt on his opponent’s claws like butter.

Howie brushed him off by sending him rolling to the ground, he landed a vicious punch on the top of the head of another who wanted to catch him off guard. the poor beast cried out in fear like a puppy and he hurried away from him before falling a few paces away from Howie, he shattered his brain into pieces.

Bravael on his side felt the stinging panic rising in him, after this session in his memories, he thinks Howie should not end up here. He’ll end up killing everything that moves here, he thinks.

He dismembered another wolf by violently tearing his head from his body and then the two front legs as if the poor beast was going to flee after having torn his head off his body, with his bare hands so violently.

He was covered in blood and doesn’t care a damn, all he wants is to kill them all to the last one, the wolves start backing up, they’ve only just figured out what they’re up to rub elbows with.

Taken in fear, They begin to retreat, gnashing their teeth, a howl is heard in the distance and without waiting they rushed in the direction to flee but Howie rushed after them, he caught two whom he slaughtered like vulgar cloth dolls. Bravael and the Rufus watched in horror as the scene unfolded before their eyes.

This little jump in his memories has completely made him lose his mind. Being able to take out his anger on those poor beasts is starting to bring out his creepy nature and he loves being able to tear them apart like this without much effort.

Bravael rushed after him with a wave of his sweet pheromone that enveloped him, his eyes returning to normal and his claws retracting. I know why I’m here, after all, said Bravael who walked peacefully beside him.

Howie doesn’t answer so he continues, my mission is to watch over you and that pureblood alpha inside of you, he’s a killer, you two are really out of control.

Howie does not comment, but his murderous urges have gradually dissipated. He has his use, he thinks, glancing sideways at Bravael who noticed him and smiled at him.

They come up to the Rufus who have gathered around their loss, crying.

What happened, how could they find you here?

Howie questions them...but they don’t answer, they just give each other scared looks. As Howie and Bravael continue to advance towards them, they hurry to make way for Howie who cuts his way among them, he helps them gather the bodies they were entering into their human form and they burn the bodies of those of the other pack, which are five in all.

So are you going to tell us, yes or no? Howie asks them menacingly as Bravael tries to stretch his muscles, glancing languidly at the lake that seems to be whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

This is Theo, our alpha sir. A young wolf decides to speak up, he was drugged in a club last night and his two lieutenants have disappeared.

Under the influence of drugs, he brought them here without realizing it, usually, he is very careful. We don’t know what happened and he’s in no condition to explain to us, we’re afraid he won’t make it.

What an idiot, pff... he fights as a special forces commando, but he is unable to watch his back in a nightclub. What a jerk! And what was he doing in a nightclub, besides, doesn’t he have a bunch of hicks counting on him? commented Bravael, rolling his eyes at each sentence the young wolf uttered.

Which earned him questioning looks from Howie and the others but he doesn’t care much for their gaze on him. He stopped commenting when he heard the little one’s last sentence.

He rose abruptly from the armchair into which he had thrown himself carelessly. This idiot if he has to die it will be by my hand, where is he? Is that why you guarded the entrance to that basement when you were getting butchered like cockroaches?

They all cast a sorrowful look at the entrance in question at the same time before they could even utter a single word, Bravael was already at the entrance in the blink of an eye.

Don’t go in there, cried the same small voice that took the trouble to explain the situation, he must reject the poison or he will die in excruciating pain.

And how will he reject it? Bravael shouted back in annoyance without realizing it.

Bleeding until there’s no trace left in his blood but we think it’s too late, he came home this morning he was already spitting up black blood. He locked himself up so as not to contaminate us because he doesn’t know what they gave him.

But he should have stayed in town, these savages would never have reached us otherwise. Another much older wolf intervenes, our hiding place is revealed in broad daylight it won’t take them long to come back to the charge.

We’ll see all that later, now we just have to go home we have to see the state of your alpha and try to help him if possible... Howie couldn’t finish his sentence, he heard a loud noise s rise in the falling night.

He clenched his teeth and his fists and turned to Bravael, who shrugged his shoulders looking him straight in the eye, the iron door at his feet, he just tore it down.

And I’m the one with murderous urges Howie thinks aloud with a sight.

He went to join Bravael who had already slipped inside without waiting for him. He jumped down the steps that lead to the basement, the room was plunged into the darkness they had to use their inner eyes.

Howie found a switch which he flipped and the light flashed into the room. The rest of the pack has moved closer to listen to what is happening below.

The room is designed for full moon nights. Especially for those who don’t control it yet. Rows of walls with chains and muzzles to calm them down and tie them up. There were camp beds, a large refrigerator, and a large plasma screen covering an entire wall in front of the beds.

Pfff, he is unbelievable! so, like that, He takes care of his pack.

I think that’s a good thing, Howie whispered, seeing Bravael’s shocked face.

Yet he goes clubbing like ordinary mortals forgetting his responsibilities and the dangers that await him every day of his life, he’s a fucking Rufus, shit, he should be more careful than that, right? He shouted as he did this morning with Howie on the terrace.

Why are you getting angry?

I don’t get angry.

Of course, you get mad and you scream like a little girl Howie answers him. He turned to Howie and stared at him, no, I’m not getting mad, I don’t know why, but the negligent behavior of this little shitty runt pisses me off.

That’s what I said, you’re getting mad, it’s been twice on the same day, are you on your period buddy? Howie asks him teasingly.

He went to respond to Howie’s remark when a growl caught their attention in a remote corner of the room, he closed his mouth and glared at him before they rushed to where the sound was coming from.

A repulsive sight greeted them, they found Theo covered in blood, with monstrous wounds all over his unconscious body.

The noise wasn’t coming from him there is someone else in the room with him.

Yeah I noticed it, Howie replies, he checks Theo’s pulse while Bravael goes to check behind a screen that divides the room in two.

There’s a man here, whispers Bravael to him he’s covered in blood but I think it’s Theo’s. He’s not a man but a teenager, I think he fed on Theo’s blood, he’s barely conscious.

Wait for me, I’m coming, let me finish with Theo, I think we can try to help him, his vital essence is still present, although it’s a little weak. You will have to help him a little by feeding him with yours.

Bravael heard the panic in Howie’s voice when he asked him to help Theo.

Normally this shouldn’t cause him any problems to help Theo get out of this perilous step in which he finds himself trapped by his lack of caution, and this poison is eating away at his life force like little candies and prevents him to recover despite all the effort he made to bleed to death.

the toxin continues to invade his blood vessels and he is unable to stop it, so he has stopped fighting to survive lest he will go mad from trying.

Better to die here and there now instead of causing pain to the members of his pack, a pack he created by bringing them together, he does not want them to lose their lives at his hands.

Bravael continues to pace on the other side of the screen trying to figure out what might be scaring Howie and why he’s asking him to help Theo. while this is the most basic thing in the revitalization process he will have to do, just a little nudge where it’s needed and all will be well, hoping the subject has enough remaining strength to help the process.

Is it because of everything that’s happened, or is he afraid he won’t make it?