Stay away from me
Stay away from me
Nero POV
Finally, it was clear as broad daylight as I stood between Blake and Luna with Luna's wrist in my grip that there was no way I could be mutual in this situation.
It was either Blake or everyone else, and now I know it was her because I would have never risked everything for someone who meant nothing to me.
I mean, I did try to make myself believe that I could but seeing her tears and blood woke up a rage that I have never felt before, and as I stared at Luna struggling to pull her hand out of my grip, my fingers only got tighter around her wrist.
My wolf was awake, and the smell of Blake's blood was making him aggressive. I have never felt my wolf this out of control before, and it was becoming hard to suppress him and mask my scent at the same time because all he wanted was to be set free.
"Let her go," I heard Blake say, and yet, her word meant nothing until she raised her voice, "Nero, stop!"
She sounded scared but more pissed, and I didn't understand why she was angry with me when all I was doing was defending her.
Then I took my focus off Luna and subconsciously looked at Loki, and finally, it clicked why Blake was scared. He was in his Alpha state, so was Rolex, and even Loretta looked prepared to attack.
"Who the fuck do you think you are!" Loki roared.
The dude looked thirsty for blood… my blood, and that only excited my wolf. This was it. I could finish him here and now.
'What about Blake?!' Was the only thought that came to mind when I was considering the idea of killing Loki.
His wolf was nothing to fear, and the monster in me could tear him to shreds within less than a couple of minutes. It wouldn't even take an hour to get the job done.
That's why I was the one who went on the mission in the first place and not my father because of my monster of a wolf, even though I was just a teen.
And yet, the thought of repeating a past mistake especially in front of Blake again is something I can never live with, not in a million years, even if killing that person is something I desperately want to do right now.
So I slowly withdrew my fingers from around Luna's skin as I struggled against my wolf, and let out, "Stay!"
Her brows pulled together tightly as she glared at me while I took a step back, and when I was standing by Blake, I darted my gaze around the room and finally rested my eyes on Loki's killer stare before uttering, "I am going to take her home now."
Lacing my finger with hers, I swayed my gaze to her frightening eyes and said out loud, "As you all can see, she just took a blow to the throat and her wolf is still not here, so before she actually gets murdered to prove a point to you all, I will be leaving with her now."
"What a fucker!" Loki scoffed with a smirk. "Just because you have a few dollars more than me, you think it's your place to disrespect me in the presence of my pack and think it will be okay to walk away. Like I would let you…"
"Dad, please, no," Blake mumbled, shaking her head with fear dancing in her wet eyes.
Dragging his gaze off me, Loki looked directly at her and pressed on his word as he strongly uttered, "Shut the fuck up, Blake!"
"Which do you prefer! Blake dying to prove a point to you, or her getting to live?" I uttered, losing grip on my anger. "What use is a dead daughter to you?!"
"If she can not transform then she's of no fucking use to me! Got it! So you either step back or I will make you back off!"
"Really?"
Within a split second, Blake was fighting to break free from my grip, and that only made me hold onto her tighter.
It's crazy how much sense of logic I lost at that moment. As I said from the beginning, Loki knew my wolf and my scent because I broke into his house with a pack of wolves, and there is no way he doesn't recognize my scent, and my wolf because that's the only form of me he knows.
So, if I am to fight Loki, that means I have to transform, and if I shift into a wolf, my battle with him has to be to the death because if he lives, my cover is blown.
"Let me go, Nero," Blake whispered, her cheek wet as tears ran from her eyes.
"We are going home, and it's final!" I lashed out at her.
A laugh echoed into the room, and when I looked at Loki, he grew silent as rage glowed in his eyes. That's when I knew shit was about to get real, and yet, I was certain that there was no way in the bloody hell that I was going to let Blake get hurt.
Standing my ground, I watched Loki slowly drag his nails into the table, and when the sound finally stopped, his clothes started to shred off him, exposing the furs on his skin.
Within a couple of minutes, I was staring into the eyes of a brown wolf and didn't flinch. However, when he charged at me, my protective instinct kicked in, and I shoved Blake to the right.
But that made it difficult for me to get out of the way before Loki's wolf paw viciously hit my chest, his claws tearing right through my shirt into my flesh and splitting it open, exposing the second layer of my skin.
The wound was nastier than I expected, and when I finally balanced myself from falling because of the force he struck me with, I drew my hand away from my chest and my gaze rested on my palm which was soaked with my blood.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Loki!" Blake screamed, and following her words, a roar echoed from her lips.
In that instant, I gazed at her, looking deep into her red eyes, and I realized that he had messed up pretty bad.
The pain I felt suddenly faded because I was distracted by her transformation, and my head kept raising upward slowly until I was staring at the face of a white Ultima, and her eyes had no soul behind them.
"What is that?!" Luna cried, taking a step back only to stumble over her foot and fall on her ass, and yet, her eyes were still glued to Blake.
Within a flash, the elders had all run out of their seats, and they were back up in one corner of the room, clasping against each other.
"That's not possible," Rolex whispered to his sister as he pulled her back slowly, away from Blake.
As I center my gaze back on Blake's wolf, she snarled with her eyes focused on Loki, and slowly, his tail lowered between his ass.
But his humbleness didn't seem to thrill Blake, and within a blink of an eye, she sped for him, grabbing him by the neck area, and dragged him to the wall, slamming him into the solid concrete.
As I watched his wolf drop to the ground with bloody fur, there was no doubt that he was going to die at her hands if this didn't stop.
Lowering her mouth towards his body, Blake snapped and then took a step back, away from him. But after a few minutes, when Loki finally pulled himself off the floor, she was onto him again.
And the moment Blake had Loki's wolf neck in the grip of her mouth, she swung him by the throat and let go of him.
And I watched Loki's wolf fly across the room, crashing into the table and breaking it beneath him.
"Oh my, she's going to murder him!" Loretta screamed, her eyes filled with horror as she broke down in tears. "Her own father!"
Slowly, Blake took a step toward Luna, sniffing aggressively and growling under her breath, and I heard Luna cry in a whisper, "Stay away from me."
A massacre was what I was about to witness. This was not only about Loki. Blake and her wolf felt hostility toward everyone in this room, except me. That's why she refused to show herself.
I think it was her way of protecting Blake from the trauma… the nightmare of her murdering those that she despise so much… that have hurt and abused her.
Ultima has a taste for blood, and once they have a bit of it, there's no telling how far they are willing to go to satisfy that thirst.
If anyone knew Blake more than any of us and how she is, it was her wolf, and I think she had been protecting Blake all this while from the damage she could cause to herself and others. But how did Blake get her to show herself?
"Stay the fuck away from me!" Luna screamed, grabbing my attention, and I stared at the tears rushing from her eyes, wondering what the hell I was going to do.