Layan was in his study checking a few things before going for a run when he heard the sound of glass in a window shattering into a thousand pieces. The door burst open. Kei came running in with a shocked face totally opposite to his own absent of emotion. That did not bode well.
-What's wrong?
-Layan and Priscilla, they...
Layan opened his eyes. His intention in leaving them alone was for them to try to understand each other, not to fight, and not in that way, but he was talking about Priscilla, after all, with whom even he would lose patience in less than two seconds. In that she was identical to her father.
He ran out into the back garden where the smell of both of them was getting stronger and what he found made his breath catch in his throat. Both one and the other were in their wolfish bodies. He made his way down the stairs as the guards gathered but didn't dare intervene, he didn't know what to really do or the reason for the fight. Only that there was something strange.
Leila was the one who was constantly attacking, opening her mouth and baring her fangs in the direction of Priscilla's neck. The latter only dodged her and backed away growling despite her body completely covered in thick black fur and her large size that intimidated everyone present. Its back was extremely bristly and its muscles were marked showing the tension in its body. But he still did not return the attack.
-Layan advanced towards the two of them to stop the whole thing, but Priscilla's growl stopped him.
-Don't interfere,- Priscilla warned him in her mind, -You'll only make things worse.
-Let me deal with her,- he demanded.
The she-wolf would like to say that this was the best method but she had noticed that as soon as Layan had smelled her brother she had become more aggressive. But the mental argument with Layan cost her. Soon she felt a pain shoot through her entire front paw and made her let out a whimper.
This time he didn't hold back and grabbed the brown wolf by the back of the neck hard and yanked him to the side not caring if he was injured. He was enduring enough. In the process, this one's teeth that hadn't let go tore pretty deep into her paw. Priscilla recoiled groaning from the pain in her limb and unable to support it, the wound reached to the bone and blood gushed out staining the grass beneath her.
But Leila didn't stop there. She had fallen with a thud but with the same she got back up to strike again when her paws were stopped in place. Layan gasped as she noticed how a dense cloak covered her sister's paws immobilizing her.
Priscilla stared at Layan, her silver eyes grew brighter and she did what mother had taught her best, enter the deepest part of the mind. This time she was not repulsed only stranded in the middle of the darkness. There was nothing.
-Priscilla,- that voice.
-What are you up to?- she sounded quite calm.
-Me? To have fun with you, beautiful?
-I don't want to play.
-Hahaha, do you want to find me?
Priscilla didn't answer.
-Well, find me if you can.
-I'll find you, Liam.
-Try hard Priscilla, in the end it's destiny...
Leila's mind became clearer and Priscilla stepped back. The she-wolf's empty eyes soon became more alive before she fell unconscious. Layan ran over to Leila feeling her pulse and found it was steady.
-It's okay now- Priscilla approached them transforming her body. Her human arm was in no better condition than when it was a paw. The wound now looked bigger- She was a little excited but I calmed her down-.
Layan took off his shirt and handed it to Kei to reach for her. Priscilla looked at the article of clothing and put it on over her. She didn't mind the nudity, that was a normal thing for wolves. But Layan didn't seem to think so, especially when there were more than twenty wolves around her, who could notice her well-proportioned body. And then there were the marks that for some reason felt right that they were on his neck.
-Kei, take my sister to her room. She doesn't seem to be hurt.
-She's not,- Priscilla stressed, -At least not her,- she blurted out with what seemed like irony.
Her hand tried to contain the blood gushing from her wound. Kei listened to her and easily carried Leila in her wolf form that was not as big as the wolves of her age and took her with ease.
Layan approached Priscilla and grabbed her hand pulling her inside as well.
-Layan, you didn't say we were going for a run,- she looked puzzled.
-Shut up,- he led her through one of the halls of the huge castle to a small but no less elegant bathroom.
-I won't shut up. You're dragging me in after waking me up early,- she chattered.
Layan kicked in the bathroom door and led her inside, closing the door with his foot. He led her towards the sink plateau and with a nimble movement grabbed her by the waist and sat her down. He spread her legs and reached between them, grabbing her bloody arm.
-Are you going to clean up the mess your sister made?- she blurted out but then fell silent. Layan's eyes told her to stay calm and she understood. She would listen to him this time. Layan looked really upset.
-This is going to hurt. So bear with it- he told her before giving the first lick on the wounds on her skin.
Priscilla's eyes widened at the sharpest pain she had ever suffered in her life and she bit her lips hard to keep from screaming. Still sounds came from her throat. Layan's tongue felt like a hot fathom on her skin that only tortured her, but underneath it the skin began to regenerate without scarring.
The taste of Priscilla's blood was too sweet for Layan's palate that only craved more and before he knew it he was enjoying this delicacy before closing the wounds completely. But he couldn't stall the she-wolf's suffering too long. His method of healing was not at all pleasant for the one who received it that way.
He licked the places where the wounds were deepest and the skin was torn. It was a total mess as Priscilla had said. Muscles, nerves and even bone had suffered damage so he had to use more saliva than he intended.
His body froze when he heard what sounded like a..... wheezing?
He raised his head with his mouth still stained with the she-wolf's blood and his chest tightened. Priscilla's cheeks were bathed in silent tears, her body trembled and her face that was always cold showed a marked grimace of pain.
Because, even if she had no emotions, the pain was physical and that could not be so easily left unfeelable.