“G-George…” She stuttered, glancing quickly at their daughter that he still held firmly to him even in his beast state.
She knew she had no need to worry about Mira, he would never hurt her, not even when he was like this.
If there was anyone she had to worry about right now, that person was her.
His wolf hated her to the core.
“Geor—”
“He can’t hear you.” A growl snapped her sentence short. “I’ve pushed that idiot far back in our mind and he is going to remain there till I’m done with you.”
“George you need to come back right now.” The words rushed out of her mouth, her gaze fixed on George, looking past all his beastly form, right to the person she knew and loved, to the person she knew loved her in return.
Just as much, probably greater.
This wasn’t the first time this was happening and everytime it had happened in the past, things had always gone wrong.
Horribly wrong.
“You need to—”
“Shut up!” He slammed his fist against the cave wall, right at the side of her face.
She froze.
The closer he got, the more terrified she became.
She needed George to regain control already. This was a situation she was all too farmilar with and nothing about it was ever good. She would have had scars to prove for the past occurrences of moments like this, had she not been a powerful werewolf herself.
Her claws slowly starting replacing her fingernails as she got ready to defend herself in case talking him out of this state he was in, didn’t work.
He was shaking his head, growling, snapping, into the darkness as his head turned in different directions, like as if there were enemies everywhere that he was directing his growls to.
George was fighting him, as usual.
Then he stilled, his head hung low.
Her eyes glimmered with hope instantly at his drop of action.
Despite the fact that her heart was still racing wildly, she summoned courage and spoke up.
“George? Is that you?”
“AHHHH, SHUT UP!” He snapped his gaze upwards to her again and she sank back into herself, making her back slam suddenly against the cave wall that was only a hair’s breadth away from her before.
Her eyes were calculative and sharp. His slightly muscular frame was blocking the only escape route she had from him. He had cornered her skillfully to the wall in seconds.
She suddenly heard the sharp scratching as he pulled his claws down the cave wall that he had earlier slammed his fist against.
“I hate HATE the sound of your voice. I don’t know what he wants with you, you are not even our mate.” He hissed with venomous hate.
Mira sniffled her tears, and his attention snapped from Zezi immediately, although it didn’t serve as enough distraction that she could make her escape upon.
He patted her in a stiff movement, making it look like a strenuous exercise, that showed just as inexperienced he was.
There would always be a difference between George and his wolf.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said in a growl which he had intended to come out kinder.
“Let me have our daughter, she might feel calmer–”
“Our daughter?” He chuckled, menacingly. It echoed all around her and for that moment she couldn’t help but view George’s wolf in almost the same light of “monsters” that she had viewed the vampires.
She hated George’s beast.
George had never lost control to his wolf for this long before.
What was going on?
This was starting to be extremely terrifying.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You know that you are truly nothing to us, nothing but a magnet of trouble. Look at what he is doing for you. You are not our Mate, you were not given to us by the Moon. You are useless, an unnecessary baggage. It is absolutely disgusting that you bare my mark.”
Before she had time to react, a large hand curled around her neck, claws digging fast, her breath sharp as she gasped, begging while she attacked him fiercely to let her go.
Her claws dug into his hand, leaving behind long, deep, bleeding cuts.
He grunted in pain, but her fight didn’t stop him. It only made his grip tightened even more around her neck.
He moved forward, his breath hot against her face that was already draining of blood due to suffocation. His mark on her neck burnt hot against her skin, his nails digging too deep, hot tears streaming down her face.
Where was George?!
“Daddy, mu-mummy is cr-crying. Leave her a-alone!” She could hear Mira crying, but it was staring to feel like she could hear her from a distance.
Her eyes were misty as her gaze didn’t flatter from him, her struggling was starting to slow down too, as she could feel warm liquid run down her neck.
She was getting weaker and weaker.
“Die slowly, wolf. By the time he is back, you will be gone and we won’t have to endure you any longer.”
Her body was growing limp.
He could have snapped her neck, yanked out her heart, any death that was faster he could have given but he had decided it would be this.
He was trying to punish them both.
A slow death for her so that she could watch the image of the man she loved slowly bring her to the end. A punishment for not leaving after the first time this had happened, but insisting to stay and carry his mark and be a Mother to Mira.
A punishment for George for marking a wolf that wasn’t his mate. A punishment for George for taking his destiny into his own hands and deciding his own fate. A punishment by making him watch helplessly from the back of his mind while he ended her life.
There were many things she was rethinking and regretting already. George would be torn by the time he got back control, only to meet her lifeless body, Mira would have to live with the trauma of watching her father kill her Mother.
Why did it have to end this way?