Stepping out, following him I look up at the sky only to notice the full moon shining ever so brightly sharing her light with us. As I walk behind Deimos looking at his back, his loose white shirt that flows softly to the breeze I say a small thanks to the moon goddess for what she’s given me.
The drive was pretty short, the place he brought me to is the sea. The night breeze that pushes my hair backwards and the sound of the waves hitting the shore overwhelms my senses. It makes my heart feel joyful and content.
“Come.” His voice distracts me from my haze as I turn to look at him. Following him he takes me towards a blanket that was placed on the sand very close to the water. Sitting down we spend some time enjoying the peaceful serenity the sea provided us with the light of the moon.
“Do you like it?” He breaks the silence with a question.
“Like what?” I ask him in return. What does he mean?
“The sea.” His husky voice answers me.
“Yes, it is my first time to see the sea. It’s marvellous.” I say with a gentle smile looking at the water.
“I know that’s why I brought you here. I thought you’d like to experience the pleasure the sea provides.” He says looking at me surprising me. How did he know?
“T-Thank you for bringing me here, Deimos.” I sincerely thank him.
“Are you happy?” He asks me again looking deep into my eyes. He wants to see my truth not just hear it.
“Yes, very much,” I tell him my truth. I am very happy right now. I haven’t felt like this before.
“Then mission accomplished.” I chuckle at his answer. Even though he doesn’t know some of the things he says are cute, it’s funny how he doesn’t notice it.
“Do you like knowing about me, mate? My past?” He questions me gently.
“Yes, it keeps my mind at bay,” I answer him without hesitation.
“Would you like to know more?” He asks me once more.
“Yes! I mean y-yes please.” I scream at first but lower my voice. I don’t want to seem desperate.
“Then you must tell me too.” He says getting closer.
“Tell you what,” I ask him frowning.
“About your past, your fears, your pain, your happiness. I want to know it all. But first, your past, tell me.” This male never ceases to surprise me.
“There is nothing to tell,” I tell him looking away putting my shield up. My wolf shows her presence bearing her teeth. She’s protecting me. He can see her in my eyes, this angers Deimos.
“Do not hide behind your wolf!” His loud voice startles me as I begin to get up to go back to the car, anywhere I can to leave where this conversation is going. I need to run or he’ll make me tell him. But before I could he grabs my hand and pulls me down in a harsh tug making me land back onto the blanket. My wolf begins snarling and baring her fangs at Deimos.
“I do not require your presence right now. I need hers. Give her control!” He commands my wolf to which she replies with another angry snarl. She is an Alpha and she will not back down when it comes to me. She knows of Deimos’s strength yet she’s willing to take the risk to protect me.
“I wish to be gentle with you, mate. But I can also do the opposite. Do not anger me!” His voice grows with every word. He seems to be losing his patience. My wolf pays no heed to his threats and continues showing her dominance but before he or she does anything I take back control pushing her back against her will.
I look away my hand still in his warm grasp. “P-Please don’t make me do this. I don’t wish to tell you.” My lips quivering. He just pulls me close to him with one single tug making our faces close to the other.
“Tell me… please.” He tells me gently looking into my eyes making me take a deep breath in. After some time that was drowning in silence I finally begin to tell him the things I’ve never told anybody.
“I wasn’t born to live, I was born to die. I was born into a family and a pack that looked down on and detested the existence of females. The only females in that pack were my mother and me, all the wolves were male. My pack had a potion that would help the males not feel pain when their mate died….” I stop in between to take a deep breath silently begging Deimos to stop this with my eyes.
He just nods asking me to continue. “S-So after the females gave birth to pups, their mates would…. would kill them. If the pup was a female they would kill it too. That’s the kind of pack they were. Murderous and blood thirsty. Each day my mother was passed around from one male to another like a toy while I could do nothing but watch. Watch the life leave her eyes.” A huge growl thundered through his chest as he clenched his jaw and fisted his hands.
“Were you touched? I’ll kill them, I’ll kill them all. You can watch them burn.” He snarls while I shake my head.
“No I was never touched. I was kept in a prison cell most of my life, deprived of food and water. When I tried to escape I was whipped at the pole and as a result my health started deuterating. I was dying. But before I could take my last breath, the healer of the pack visited me with my father. She had visions, something of my reign that would bring prosperity to the pack.” I look towards him to notice him trying to control his anger.
“In other words, I seemed to be some sort of a golden goose. So they fed me and kept me alive. As I grew up I trained, however, I could. I watched my father day and night, his routine, his attacks. I was preparing myself for the kill, my wolf wanted his blood. The day I killed him was the day he killed my mother. I lost it, I murdered him and feasted on his flesh. My heart was finally at peace and my thirst at bay.” I notice Deimos watching me quietly, he doesn’t interrupt me once.
With a sadistic smile I tell him, “You don’t have to burn them for me, my male. I already have. Every single one of them.”
Brushing a strand of my hair behind my ears he whispers gently looking into my eyes, “You are strong, mate.”
“Not when it comes to you. You make me weak.” I tell him my voice trembling. With a sigh putting his hand on my cheek, softly sliding his thumb across my cheekbone.
“So do you, mate. So do you. You have grown to become my weakness. You make me weak, so much that it frightens me.” Deimos softly whispers as the water hits the shore.