The male walks forth and bows deeply to me. “This wolf shall take you. If I see you still present here tomorrow morning I shall seek retribution for breaking my deal the hard way. Do you understand me, Lumina?” Cronus asks whilst his witching green eyes glare at me.
“Yes, I understand. Thank you, Cronus. I mean it.” I whisper and with one final glance at him, I follow the warrior who leads me another way far from pack lands to a more hidden private area.
The warrior possesses an axe in his hands that he uses to strike down thickly grown plants that block our way. He makes the path easier and on the way, he ties pieces of white string around the branches as a sign to find the way back. I wonder how Cronus and his warriors found Deimos. What kind of techniques did they use for it is difficult to find them merely with scents as it is a dense forest that hides smells.
“We are almost there, Luna Lumina.” The warrior’s gruff voice brings me back from my thoughts. I begin to notice several things, red paint at the roots of the trees or how I feel movement all around me yet there is no wolf in sight. These are the doings of my pack’s wolves and a sense of pride and comfort looms within me for now I know I am truly safe.
As we head further into the density my eyes find light, rather fire burning on wood sticks in a circle with several tents huddled together inside. My warriors who are seated immediately get up with wide eyes and bow deep. I return their greetings with a soft smile and nods of acknowledgement.
My eyes find a large red tent in the middle and I am quickly aware of his presence. Before I could think I run, my heart pounding beneath my rib cage. Tearing open the flaps of the tent I find a droopy naked Deimos upon a folding bed with nylon straps.
Ragon who sits on a chair by the bed arises shocked by my presence. “Luna.” He greets me.
“Luna? Luna who? My Luna or your Luna? Only I possess a Luna so Lumina?” Deimos speaks words I do not understand his eyes unfocused and wavering. He squints his eyes to have a look at my flesh as if checking if it were truly me. What is wrong with him?
His upper body is covered with several bandages yet he still bleeds, his wounds are fresh and deep. His lower body is covered by a thin velvet blanket where he is kept warm by a small fire burning in the middle of the room.
The tent is dark, the only light born through the fire. “Deimos.” I whisper running to him sitting upon the bed analyzing his wounds.
“We were ambushed when Alpha and I were scouting. Their target had been Alpha Deimos, not our pack.” Ragon speaks.
“Why him? Why is it always him?” I ask my words shrieked out my fury rising.
“He has always been a target from the day he was born. He possesses the power and fortune that every Alpha wishes for. If they kill him what he owns becomes theirs. This cycle shall never end until Alpha kills them all.” Ragon explains a sadness lingering in the depths of his eyes.
“My female is here. Come, I wish to hold you.” Deimos laughs red-rimmed eyes gleaming at me his arms open wide. He welcomes me.
“What is wrong with him?” I question confused by his antics.
“They struck him with silver, his wounds were not healing and he was groaning with pain, to reduce his misery we injected him with something to make him drowsy so they can heal when he sleeps.”
My eyes scan his flesh, all these scars he possesses. Now he has more that shall paint his skin. Why must he always suffer this way? I thought I was the only wolf who had to fight for things my whole life but he had been the same as well. We both have our demons.
“Is she not truly beautiful, Ragon? Perhaps our goddess envies her.” Deimos mutters his head leaned upon the pillow that keeps him seated burning eyes feasting on my flesh scanning me from head to toe.
I notice his bandages are soaked through, he will need new ones. If his healing is slow there are chances of infections. “Where are the bandages, Ragon? What about the salve?”
Ragon moves to a tiny table placed at the other end of the tent, “Here is everything he needs.” He says pointing to the variety of items kept to help heal him. “Alpha Cronus brought more from his pack.”
“Thank you, Ragon. I shall take it from here.” I say whilst Ragon’s eyes widen slightly to my words and a smile plays on his lips. He bows slowly and with a lingering glance at Deimos and me he leaves the tent leaving us alone.
Silence consumes us the only sound that seeps forth is the crackling of fire over wood. Taking a shaky deep breath I head to the table picking up the salve and bandages I stride back to the bed where he patiently awaits. His eyes are never taken from my flesh, he is devouring me this I know.
Biting my lower lip I sit close to his warmth, the first in so many months I have felt it. Our bond spurs back to life sparks of electricity run down my spine. With trembling hands, I begin to remove his bandages slowly as to not hurt him in any way.
Deimos neither flinches nor makes a single sound, he simply stares at me his chest heaving but his breaths are slow and tremulous. His chest shines with the sweat the covers him, his beard uncut making him look wild and ferocious to me.
“Deimos I need you to sit at the edge of the bed, I cannot reach your back this way.” I whisper looking everywhere but his eyes. I know he is waiting to capture me and bound me under his spell. One that I must fight and escape from for if I am taken I shall submit to his desire.
It takes a few seconds but he nods slowly his eyes fluttering close. I help him up removing the pillow from his back whilst he grunts and moves forward using the heels of his feet. Placing his feet upon the ground leaning back, the weight of his flesh carried by his palms he sits patiently.
I dip the cloth into the warm water holding it in my hand peering down at him I find that there is no space for me to reach him for his legs block my path to get closer. Deimos recognizes this and swiftly opens his legs wide for me to stand in between them. The velvet blanket slips down his stomach to cover his cock. His pubic hair peeking out from the edge of the blanket, my eyes widen to his unhesitant action. It was a painfully slow seduction.