Chapter Nine – A bitter soul.
Rihanna’s POV
The rains came so we had to move. The caves already had owners and I wasn’t in the mood to drag a cave with animals.
We were in our wolf form, my silver wolf seemed more agile under difficult situations then perfect.
The omega girl from a clan, who was named Dara, was really struggling under the rain. She was my responsibility so I had to help.
“Climb on me!” I told her. I had learnt to break into mind link while trying to warn her about tigers earlier.
Another perk of silver wolves, I wondered if it worked with Alphas too.
Also we had no pack and were basically each other packs so we deserved to share mind links.
“Can you carry me and all those memories you have with you?” She gazed at my bag and then at me. “Don’t worry, I’m good.”
She continued crawling ahead.
The bag on me, where the last of the memories I could link to my pack, and only because they were from my pack.
That didn’t quite sit well with Dara. Without these, we would be total savages in a forest where wilder animal dwelled.
But then, Dara was an omega, she was weaker than I was and could die if I didn’t help.
“Dara, wait up. There’s another cave up ahead.” I used my sharp eyes to sight it. I pushed her butt up the hill, climbing towards it.
“Don’t worry, I’d immediately set a fire when we get there!” I assured her, she was already shaking violently under the cold.
We got there and I dropped my bag to the ground and started a fire. I gave her left over meat but still warm and left to check the cave.
I needed to know if there was already a previous owner. My eyes landed on an ebony black sword sheath.
If I knew anything about the packs that were under Alpha Wayne, that’d be Red Moon Pack had a peculiar obsession with swords.
My mind went back to their young Alpha attending Vanessa’s birthday and gifting her many designed swords.
This sword sheath would surely be theirs.
“Rihanna!”
My head snapped to the entrance and I ran to meet Dara who called. Getting to her, there was a bloody solider a top her she was trying to save.
The man’s armor design matched the sword sheath, it had to be his. He was a hunter from Red Moon Pack. I’ve never seen one.
I dived into my bag and brought out items to stop the bleeding and ointment to hasten healing process.
But when I went close to the soldier, he threw my handoff. “Let me die!”
Dara’s face contorted, she looked at him worriedly. “We can help you, let us help you.”
“What use am I living? I led my hunters to their death and we couldn’t fulfill the mission, if we return we’d die!” he wailed, in bitterness.
Yet another bitter soul, I sat besides him and forceful plastered a bandage to his wounds. “Kill yourself after this but I don’t want to feel guilt.”
He forced his head to face me. “I should die, right?” I had meant that as sarcasm but still I shrugged. Dara frowned slightly at me.
But suddenly, the man brought out a knife from his shoe and stabbed himself. Dara and I jumped away from him.
“Curse be on Black Rose Pack! I curse them with my dying breath!” he groaned, blood was everywhere and he finally stopped moving.
Glancing at Dara, her eyes were watery. She couldn’t bear seeing another death. I rushed to take out the bandage I had on the man.
“One who doesn’t want to live, there’s no hope for them.” I sighed, and I shouldn’t be wasting any bandage on them.
“You shouldn’t have told him to die. He lost his hunters to a dreadful pack. Least you could’ve done was sympathize.” Dara scolded.
I ignored her. Perhaps I hadn’t thought much on my words but the man looked wasted, he was already half dead anyway.
If he was that low mentally and emotionally, he wouldn’t have healed himself even if we took care of him.
“Black Rose Pack have their problems but don’t you think a pack sending hunter to infiltrate that pack is the dreadful thing.” I asked her.
She looked away from me. With the way it seemed, if that sword and this soldier were to Red Moon pack, then did they send some hunters to kill someone in Black Rose Pack?
I rolled back the bandage and threw it into my bag. “We’d stay here for the night. With what he said, I think we’re close to Black Rose Pack.”
And that was not a good thing in anyway. I was a rogue and should be dead, I shouldn’t be seen, talk less of be killed.
“Let’s bury him.” Dara referred to the dead man.
I looked down at him with disgust. “I’d bury him, stay in here.” She nodded in response and tried making the bed.
Outside, the rain had subsided so I needed to hurry. If there was no rain, anyone could catch my rogue scent and hunt me.
Lifting the man on top of me, now in wolf form, I initiated the barrier for protection in front and made short strides, finding the dampest place.
If this soldier was the last of his hunters then being buried nearby would be suspicious to the Black Rose Pack.
I threw him down in a swampy water, and made a short prayer to the moon goddess to accept his soul. His bitter, rude soul.
Returning back, I heard the shuffling of leaves and breaking of twigs under paws. I growled at the intruders.
Two brown wolves growled in return as they jumped out of the bushes. I felt their energy and knew they were of warrior rank.
Lana convinced me we could take them so I dived to attack. At first I was thrown off balance but I recovered and sent my claws into one.
The other was greatly hurt by my action and attacked more fiercely. My dodges and blows were swift and exact.
He went back and ran to head butt me but met with my barrier which sent him back, hitting a tree.
The other moaned in pain and ran to his rescue. I snarled at them, warning them to back off of they’d really die. They did run off.
“Save us!” someone cried from the bushes.
I hurried there and saw two women, in the same outfits as the solider I just buried, tied with silver chains to a tree, their skin were burning off. In a sharp movement, I tore it off them.
They fell to the ground before rushing to kiss my feet. “Thank you, Silver Wolf. The moon goddess has blessed the land. Thank you.”
I’ve never felt so… important. I helped the youngest one to her feet and rested her on me. Slowly I was getting a pack I needed.
Perhaps, I should keep up with saving the weak wolfs, I hadn’t been so different from them, days back.