Together, As One
Gripping the knives tighter in my hands my burning gaze meets his, he frowns deeply a questioning look from his eyes. He does not understand where my fury has risen from. Portraying the steps he taught me I am quick to attack my rage my fuel.
He tries to dodge my strikes for they are neither practice nor playful attacks but real ones. I see red, my eyes glancing at her every few seconds. This is her doing, the female of sin. I know she is laughing from hell's pit cackling to the outcome of her gift to me.
"My female." His voice is soothing trying to comfort me whilst I cut him. Cut him the same way he has done to me.
The knives sink deep into flesh, tearing him apart. He stops fighting me. He had stopped sparring long ago. I did not notice it for my knives are raised to aim only to plunge into his chest hoping he would feel the misery that has resurrected within me.
He bleeds, blood gushing out the wounds that I give him whilst he stands still making no movement taking my strikes with low painful grunts eyes closed fists clenched at his sides. The female's eyes widen to this and she scurries away. Her interest manifests into fear as she flees.
My eyes go to his throat that gives him life, screaming my voice high pitched I dive straight for it. He is quick to act grabbing me by my wrist as I struggle against his hold yelling and shrieking like a mad wolf. Perhaps I have lost my mind in a way, perhaps my anger has consumed me completely. His eyes slowly flutter open as he peers at me.
"Is this your way of showing me the pain and anger you feel? Is this because of that female, has she brought you sorrow for she reminds you of my chosen? If that is the case then I shall take what you give me but I will not give you my throat for I cannot leave you mateless and my male fatherless." His questions are asked softly but his eyes hold seriousnesses sinking deep searching for my truth.
Low snarls leave my lips chest heaving with hatred that pours out my pores. Hatred not of him but the entirety of this sudden and new situation. "I am already mateless." I roar as his eyes broaden to my words. "You have no meaning to me."
Hands thrust forward to clutch my hips he pulls me in a harsh and swift tug as I am stood in front of him his breath hot and heavy upon my flesh. I struggle to extract myself from his clutch but his strength overpowers me. I have made him angry.
His cool and glorious emeralds dig deep into mine as he keeps me in position with ease. "Say that again." He dares me with a small murmur eyes move to my lips waiting for me to repeat the words. A dare I take up with no hesitation.
"I am matel-" I am unable to finish the words for he swoops in swiftly pushing his lips onto mine. It was not a gentle kiss but a harsh one filled with his wrath. Eyes widening my nails dig into his flesh scratching his arms my fight to shove him away strengthens.
He lets me go not because I want him to but because that is what he wishes. He leans back and waits patiently eyes twitching lips in a straight line. He watches on expressionless with an eerie calmness that arrests him.
"I said, I am already matele-" Wanting to show him I will not back down that I will speak my truth I rush with my words faster to finish saying it. I do end up saying it but into his mouth for he has captured my lips once more. Tongue thrusts deep fangs sink into my lower lip to draw blood, he kisses me relentlessly a scorching furious passionate kiss he gives me.
Heart pounding chest heaving I stare up at him. What is wrong with his male? How dare he do this to me without my consent?
"You have anything else to say? If you do have more painful words for me, go ahead. But know that I will kiss you before it fully leaves your lips." He warns his perfectly conscious eyes peering down at me. A threat with a sweet outcome he delivers to me.
Wiping my blood that drips down my chin I meet his soft gaze with a fiery glare. Lifting my knee thrusting it towards his cock I stop before the bone meets the soft flesh. My threat I give him, that if he tried to kiss me again I will not think twice the next time.
He watches this lips twitching to smile, a soft chuckle leaves his lips. He finds my behaviour amusing. But his playfulness is quick to die when his eyes land upon his wristwatch. A sudden tension-filled coldness looms over us. The smile is stripped from his face replaced by a saddened deep frown.
Confusion takes its hit at me for I am unable to comprehend the sudden change of auras. I did notice his anxiety throughout the training but something seems to be terribly wrong.
"The time has arrived. I need you to follow me to the main pack lands. You must be present, I have told Elriam to bring our male for he is the key." Deimos whispers to me peering back at Ragon who was now strode forward from the shadows waiting for his Alpha.
"What is going on?" I question. This sudden instruction fills me with uneasiness.
"You shall see." He replies whilst buttoning up the cuffs of his long-sleeved crisp white shirt and his collar, he makes himself look formal. Head high spine straight chin up he gives me a striking gaze. A look of an Alpha. The wolf on top of the food chain is preparing himself.
Whilst my heavy frown deepens he strides with confidence forward down the path leading to the pack lands with Ragon hot on his heels. He reads to Deimos from the paper he clutches tightly in his hands as Deimos keeps nodding to what Ragon utters in acknowledgement.
I follow them in silence without another word passing through my lips eyes scanning the surroundings as wolves stop their chatter and are quick to make way for him. They all feel it, the power radiating from him the pheromones he lets loose to saturate the air. A wave of electrifying current he sends through for all to engage with.
Mothers carry their shrieking pups instructing them to quieten to stop playing for something is about to happen. My heart has not stopped pounding, I feel all that he feels. His anxiety, his fear, his nervousness. It is a feeling caged in the pit of my stomach and it brings a vile taste to my mouth, an unstoppable gag leaves my lips. He feels unwell.
Deimos climbs up on the stage each step he takes has the floorboard groan and cry with the weight of his heavy powerful steps. He has no need to command silence for it is given to him merely by the look upon his face and his stance. All eyes are on him waiting for what he is about to deliver.
"Two things." He begins his voice booming across the area hands clasped behind his back as he peers down at all of us. I am supposed to stand at his right but I do not, I was not informed of this. Standing on his right would mean I have learnt and accepted what he shall deliver but that is not the case so I stand among the pack listening for the very first time.
"I have two things that I must bring forward. First, my female and I have decided that the new wolves who have chosen a new righteous path to be among us shall have their official welcoming ceremony. We will hold them as ours." The first strike he delivers to the pack. There is an immediate division, a swift separation of voices. The chatter begins wolves whispering of his words ear to ear. Low growls of opposition have begun their disgust of the new wolves showed visibly without shame.
"We are a pack who follow the path to the moon, we will welcome them for they have chosen us and we must choose them. I understand the fury that swims within you all but these wolves are innocent they were pulled along. Empathize. Share your pain and seek theirs and you shall find how similar we all are." He continues encouraging them speaking of what is right. This brings pride to bloom within me as I gaze up at him.
"Second." He starts refusing to acknowledge the wolves who have their fangs elongated out of anger brimming under surface. He takes a deep breath eyes shut fists clenched at his sides. He is afraid. I take a step towards him involuntarily an instinct that pulls at me, to get to him.
His eyes gaze up at the sky and he says something, a low mutter of words I cannot hear. Ragon takes a step closer to his Alpha, he takes on a warrior's stance one that is done at war to protect the Alpha. I do not understand why Ragon feels the need to do this for Deimos has not said anything that shall cause severe outrage.
"My sins are many. Many that are unforgivable, many that cannot be swept away no matter how harsh the tides. But among those sins of mine, I noticed the blessings from the moon that I did not deserve." Stormy emeralds shift from the sky to scan the sea of wolves, he meets each of them with his eyes in acknowledgement. "I thought what I was doing was right. That what I had known was the truth I must follow. But I was wrong. My wrongdoings had torn apart the blessings that I tried hard to shelter and protect. However, I noticed I had failed. Failed to protect them from one prime beast. Myself."
My heart has not calmed for there is no peace that soothes me but a raging storm that shakes me up and instils fear. Wolves are becoming impatient many afraid and uneasy of what shall come out of their Alpha's mouth next. "There is to be change in this pack. A new beginning for our future. One that shall perhaps one day make my male look up at me and say of his pride towards me. One that shall convert Kal's throne of thorns to roses."
"What change is it, Alpha Deimos?" One of the elders has raised her voice to question him, her eyes daring him to say it. Her accusing grey eyes meet mine almost as if she is saying I am the cause of what is coming.
His eyes meet mine, he derives his support from me despite me not offering it. Me just being here strengthens him."The tradition of the chosen shall end with me." He finishes his cautious emeralds holding onto me for life. Yet he stands tall on that stage, his warrior spirit wields control.
His words end with a harsh breath drawn in by me. There is a moment of complete silence but as his words begin to register roars erupt, loud screaming of knives are thrown at him. He stands still taking in the outrage of their disappointment of how this is a bigger sin than all he has committed. He knew this would come.
"This change, we shall welcome it together. Together, as one." He whispers into the burning chaos he has created. The chaos that shall be hard for him to survive through.