When we sneaked into our pack with Elriam’s help I was held captive by her embrace as she told of me how worried she was for me and how Kal had dealt well with my disappearance. My male was truly strong he brought me pride.
The pack did not question much of my whereabouts holding their respect to my title and private choices and Ragon was there to help water down the fire of questioning and curiosity with his talks of Deimos and the war diverting the topic swiftly.
Deimos had arrived with his warriors a week later bruised but not scarred. He had fought well as he promised me. We all had waited at the gates for them, my heart rejoiced and skipped beats when he stepped onto our lands whilst his scent lulled me closer to his flesh. Kal had awoken briskly whilst he dangled his limbs shrieking demanding his greeting from his father.
The females sang their song of welcome and victory running into the open arms of the males they held dear to them. Deimos watched me keenly perhaps he hoped that I would do the same and run to him. But that look he held in his eyes showed me he knew. He knew I would not have granted what he wished for.
We formally acknowledged each other for all to witness as a positive sign of our bond. Despite how worn out and tired he was he made sure to deal with the overgrown fear of the wolves. However, what surprised us was another foreign truck, not ours that entered our pack lands carrying females and pups huddled together at the back.
Confusion was what had struck me at first but the way Deimos had looked at them was not of disgust or fury but understanding. They were members of the independent pack, he had given them a choice. They could die on their pack lands or return here with him under his rule. He would protect them, he would provide for them. A new life he offered them and they followed with no hesitation.
Our pack members were upset with this drowning in fury for they did not wish them to filthy our pack lands with their disgusting bloodline after all it is under their Alpha’s command many of ours were killed. But I had taken the first step and reached forward. I held my hand up for the females to take and climb down the truck. This action had silenced our pack and surprised those in the truck. They watched me with widened eyes and trembling bodies.
This action of mine had also brought a soft prideful smile on Deimos’s face as he watched on. One by one I comforted and welcomed them into our lands. It did not matter that they held enemy blood what truly mattered was that they needed a place to call home. They needed the right path to walk upon.
That night Deimos and I sat together in his office to discuss the future of these new wolves. An official ceremony would be held to welcome them in as pack members only and if they proved themselves as trustworthy. It was the first time in a long time him and I smiled at one another. His emeralds shone brighter than ever under the moon’s light. A beautiful specimen I had thought.
Whilst the females and pups slowly started to assimilate into our pack Deimos had begun to teach me the art of knives, something I was quite unfamiliar with. It was an art taught in his pack to the future heirs. An art Kal must learn with vigour.
It was unusual to strike your partner with a knife whilst sparring for knives were throw from a distance aimed straight for the kill. But with Deimos, I learn new things every day. He challenges me, he helps me grow stronger.
“Your strikes at me are pup like. If I can surpass you like this, so will the enemy.” Deimos yells easily dodging my attacks as if he could predict them. “Find my weak point.”
Chest heaving fury rising I glare at him sinking my teeth into my lips trying to shut the words that wish to spill. Despite his relentless harsh training Deimos is distracted today, his mind seems elsewhere. He is troubled, he is in fear. It reflects on the training no matter how hard he is trying to hide from my eyes.
From a distance, I see the female who has haunted my dreams the past nights. She watches us train with curiosity her eyes often stuck upon my flesh. I remember the first time I saw her when helping her down from the truck. The way tears came forth swiftly, the way my lungs were briskly deprived of air, the way my soul wept. Her resemblance to the female of sin was unbearably close.
The elders were drawn to her just as I was. They praised the goddess saying it was the return of the female of sin. Saying this was meant to be that it was the moon’s plan. Deimos stared at her as well his eyes wide and cautious and he knew just then. He and I shall be back to step one once again.
This female is nothing like the female of sin rather she is kind and sweet and truly beautiful. The males are drawn to her beauty their eyes linger on her flesh thirsting for her hips, her breasts. But when I see her all I am reminded of is his betrayal. A constant reminder of what our path is.
I struggle to breathe lips quivering the knives in my hand tremble with the weight of my heavy heart. I can never truly be free from this, I am cursed. The memories of what I had been through five months ago despite my struggle to slow healing creeps to the front of my mind.
This is a coincidence some say, this is fate the others say. This is my shame I say and this is a punishment Deimos says. He ignores her like the plague, it has become a sort of trauma for him. He cannot stand being close to her, it kills him because he knows I shall bleed.
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.