Coming home to the Mother

[Alexei Vilkov]

Alexei had followed the directions to the point. Gregovich had told him exactly where to go. After Alexei's plane had landed in Stockholm , Sweden the first thing Alexei did was check the postal office and found already a letter from Alcaeus saying that he would be staying in Athens, Greece for a short time and it contained an address to reach him at. Alexei wrote back a brief response:

"Alcaues. I am in Sweden now. I am to go to the Lycan Den and meet the Mother of Lycanthropy. I hope that she may find some way to make me useful. I will tell her of you as well, brother. Perhaps she would like to have you here. I will write soon. -Alexei"

After sending the letter Alexei followed the directions he had been given by Gregovich to the gates to the den. Once there he shifted forms and attempted to call out with his mind to those inside the den. Then changed back to human form and shouted out, "Mother, I have come home to finally meet you!"

[Alena Wulf]

Clouds surrounded the quarter moon, covering stars and darkening the night. The woods behind the mansion were quiet, considering the phase of the moon.
The Mother of Lycanthropy stood a few meters into the woods with four pups. Tonight these pups would force their transformation and for the first time shift forms at will without the aid of the full moon. Only one had any real potential for the shift yet, but after Alena was done with them, there was no doubt that all four would become their wolves. The pups all stood nude before the Wolf Mother, a couple awkwardly as Alena gave her instructions.
“To make your body want to change, at first, you must put your mind in the mood and mindset that you get as you are the wolf. Learning to think like the Wolf as a human will help you not only shift at will, but can also begin to heighten your human senses. Tell me what your mind focuses on when you are the beast.” Crossing her arms, Alena looked plainly at the pups, waiting with what semblance of patience she could muster.
“Mistress,” the lone female of the group spoke up and stepped forward slightly, “I focus on smells; of food, the hunt.”
“Good,” the Werewolf Queen said and looked to the biggest male, “What about you, Dorian?”
“Blood.” After a brief pause, “Flesh.”
"Yes, indeed. Very good." She smiled with concealed blood lust and looked to the others, "And what about you two?"
"I think about the Vampyres."
"Hunting food."
"All good answers. Now that you have that with you, you need to focus on it. Get every aspect of the moment in your mind. Think about it as you would transformed. Want it. Smell and taste it right before you, taunting your beast to come out and take it--"
"Ah...!" The female faltered in her steps, almost dropping to her knees. For a moment her muscles visibly spasmed violently, shifting and growing bigger. She was so close to changing. Her skeleton cracked and she gasped in pain.
"Don't hold it back. Push it out." Alena's words were short and spoken aloud as well as mentally to the woman. The other three pups looked on eagerly. "There are deer out there, only a few meters away; catch their musk. They've walked over this very spot before; pick out the traces. Listen close; can you hear them?" Alena could.
"It hurts." The woman's voice grunted in a weak protest, but she pushed again and her body responded painfully, instantly. Her body enlarged and grew hair and her muscles bulged in new ways. The naked female was now in here Werewolf form, but the air around her was shaky and uncertain.
The Mother of Lycanthropy smiled, "Well done. Go and satisfy your cravings. Stay as the wolf as long as you can. I want to hear your results in the morning." Turning to the remaining pups, "Now, it's easy, see?" With the slightest shrug, Alena shifted up to her own Wolf form standing above the pups as a giant, black beast peering down with ice blue eyes. The full change took less than a second and was painless for the Werewolf Queen. I can help you, but you must try with every fiber of your being.
Just as she was about to start the lesson again, a young blond haired boy ran up to the small group, bowing hastily, "Fru Alena, det finns någon vid grinden. Han efterlyser 'Mother'." The child seemed completely unfazed by Alena's size and form.
They always do... She thought ruefully, and ruffled the boy's yellow hair with a large, black paw. "Öppna grinden för våra gäster. Jag kommer att vara där."
Shifting back down to Human form, Alena watched the boy run off, and called mentally for another senior Werewolf to take over the lesson. "I want you all to have achieved transformation by morning."
Marching off around the building, the Wolf Mother made her way to the front gate, where the boy was waiting patiently by the gate. She could make out the form of a man as she neared the two. Her bare feet patted softly on the paved driveway, and as she got closer, she smiled wide for the new comer. The child fell in to Alena's side, brushing against her waist, and there they stood in the darkness of the night on the pavement. Alena's pale skin was the lightest thing around for half a kilometer, and she stood boldly in all its open glory, her black hair falling over her shoulders in straight strands. The boy, clothed, seemed cold, but otherwise unconcerned by anything with the present moment, and stood close to Alena, as if for warmth of presence as well as temperature. Alena held out a hand, palm down, for the stranger to take, "Welcome. Gunnar told me I had a visitor. You are in a safe place."

[Alexei Vilkov]

Alexei felt her coming before he saw her. He could feel an ancient and mighty power coming his way from the woods. A young boy had seemed to answer his original call for the Mother, and had run off into the woods only to return moments later with a grin on his face saying, "Välkommen, mamma kommer att vara här."
Thankfully, Gregovich had taught Alexei Swedish and while Alexei is still more comfortable speaking Russian, English, and German he also understands the Swedish language. The boy opened the gate and as Alexei passed through he smelt her, and the feeling of her power radiated so strongly that Alexei who had not feared anything in the last 70 years began to shake with slight fear.
Then, as she emerged from the trees Alexei's fear was immediately replaced with shock. He had heard that the Mother was ancient. He hadn't expected an elderly woman (seeing as Alexei already discovered the secret that Lycans could hold onto their youth as long as they desire), but Alexei also didn't expect what came. She was pale skinned, with black hair, and icy blue eyes. Alexei was immediately reminded of his old home and how greatly the Mother seemed to resemble Russian women. He knew that he would never tire of the sight of the Mother. She approached and she started to speak to him in English, which was a mercy because Alexei feared he would have to demonstrate his weak Swedish vocabulary. At that moment Alexei snapped to reality thinking to himself in a mental shout SHE IS SPEAKING TO ME. He only caught the last sentence.

"... You are in a safe place."

As she finished saying this Alexei allowed his gaze to drift... that was when he finally realized... how had he not noticed before... the Mother was NAKED! Alexei froze. Instantly. It was not that he had never seen a woman naked before, but he was.. for lack of a better term... very shy. The sight of any naked woman, or for that matter any woman revealing more than a little, would make Alexei blush, which due to his pale Russian skin was ridiculously obvious.
Alexei could already feel the heat rising in his face. He scratched the back of his neck with his eyes averted and managed to stutter a quick apology... "I'm s-s-sorry, Mo-Mo-Mother... I. d-d-d-id not mean to look..."

Alexei was freaking out inside. "I've botched the first impression. I can already tell. Of all times to make a total fool of myself." He noticed that she was holding out a hand palm up as if for him to take it.. Hoping he was assuming correctly he took her hand. And managed to choke out this time without stuttering, "I have waited for 67 years to meet you, Mother. Thank you for allowing me to your home. And greeting me in person. I wish to be of use to you in any way you see fit. And also I wish to ask permission to write of my meeting with you to my close friend Alcaeus. He is a lycan like us. Though he is much older than me.. From Ephesus, born in the year of 401 AD. And I'm sorry for apologizing again, but I am rambling on about petty trivial matters."

Alexei took a deep breath and this time was able to look at the Mother without looking below her neck... for more than a second that is... 87 years old and still he had the tendencies of a teenager. Maybe I should have aged another few years before stopping it, Alexei thought.

"I suppose... I did not start this conversation correctly. My name is Lance Sergeant Alexei Vilkov, I was born in August of 1924. I was turned in April of 1945 in the outskirts of Berlin, Germany, while serving in the infantry units of Soviet Russia, by a lycan named Gregovich. Who taught me how to control my powers, and is who directed me here." And with that Alexei knew from experience it was time to shut up and listen. He had said too much without allowing for the Mother to speak. She could probably care less about his life's story. But something about her warm greeting seemed to shut that idea down as fast as it had occurred.

[Alena Wulf]

Pained grunts and howls could be heard from the forest behind the mansion two and half kilometers out, and Alena could pick up the faint smell of the transformation: the smell of Humanity losing its sway, giving in to the lethal beast that dwells within each Lycanthrope. The scent excited her, like that of an open wound.
A cold dry wind whorled up around the three Werewolves standing at the edge of the gate, and the boy flinched slightly.
Alena couldn't help but grin as her guest stammered at her appearance. She always had a way with first impressions. The bold color his cheeks were turning brought out the more feral parts of her. Innocence, shyness even, was to be cherished, but often times, Alena wanted to hold it close, squeeze it tight so she could feel the bones crack beneath her.
After a moment, the bloodlust in her eyes died away, and she spoke Alexei's name after his introduction to help commit it to recent memory. She'd know him by his smell from now on in any case.
"You are very welcome here. Would you like to come inside, Alexei? From your accent and origin of Lycanthropy, I can tell you've had quite a journey to get here." Leading the new Werewolf by the hand, The Mother of Wolves walked barefoot down the driveway, continuing, "I've not heard of your Sire Gregovich, but your friend Alcaeus... Of him I have heard rumors. He is most welcome in my home."
The large, three story mansion loomed ahead and the blond haired boy, Gunnar, ran ahead, pulling open the heavy oak and metal door for Alena and Alexei. A gust of warm air met the Werewolves from inside the Den, and the door closed behind them.