Booki Chapter45
Snaps, snarls,jagged teeth connect with the fur of leaders who are not leading as they should.
The Wild crouches herself in toward the confusion, trying to get closer to the real prize, the treasure. Another hard shake to the wolf’s scruff has her
yelping in pain again. He does not end us as he easily can.
My Wildlands on her side. He’s rolled her so her stomach is exposed. A hard, severing bite to the tendon renders her immobile, the front right leg useless. The wolf still manages to rise on three good legs. More wolves start to flank us, nudging with noses to get behind them, trying to take the point from her.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I see the four brothers flanking Luna Grace. They are observing the power of a pack. Luna Grace is watching me in interest, her head tilting to the side, whispering something in her son’s ears. A growl shakes the air from behind them. A lone wolf approaches the fight, stalking forward with menace. Black fur that can hide easily in the silent shadows, as dark as raven wings, makes its way toward the center of the action.
One paw in front of the other, he’s just as big as the Alpha, except in my mind he seems bigger. Blue eyes of intelligence, a superiority radiates out, causing some wolves to tuck tail, crouching down as they back away. Eyes that put us under a spell, he’s a perfect predator. This is his path, the alpha in him tittering on the edge. The moon’s light now shines down on this show of ascension.
Ears tucked back, tail and head slightly down in a stalking position. Massive fur paws grinding out the ground underneath him.
He is elegance.
His head turns slightly to his family. They all nod in
fighting form, just as dark as the brother. Both of them
to whatever he has said. Luna Grace looks bigger at the moment while Cash shifts into his
The Apha and Beta stand shoulder to shoulder, to
deliver the remedy the pack desires.
friends that will go down together. Their swords are their teeth, and they use them now. Both
brothers take running leaps toward their intended targets. Bodies collide, jaws ripping into flesh to expose bone. Luna Catherine screams in horror as she realizes you reap what you sow.
This is the second time she is on her knees this night, once for the son, the second for her mate. The wolf hops toward her, body stalking the best she can. The Luna pays her no mind, only watching and feeling every rip, every muscle that is coming off 1 her mate as the new Alpha is slowly eating away at him, one bite at a time. The beta is broken flesh. Dallas picks his brother Cash as his new Beta.
Her head turns toward me, exposing her throat. “Do it,” she cries out. Her position is held by hands gripping the ground breathing is labored as she feels every injury her mate sustains.
where no grass grows. Her
“Please look after Kimberly. She’s only a pup. She’s not like me yet. Please watch out for her. Bring her up better than this.
Her neck is all the way exposed, jaws clenched together tight. She’s watching her mate die, pulling in his last breath as Dallas’s wolf lets go of the neck. No surviving that injury,
he’s already dead now.
Jaws clamp down, not breaking skin because the Nature of my Wild can’t, letting the Luna back away. This won’t right the wrong that was done to me. This will only haunt us for the rest of our lives. Instead, the Wild turns her back, and the Luna begs to be sent to the moon. A streak of black takes the neck, ripping it away easily. Luna Grace doesn’t believe in second chances. She finishes the Luna in one quick bite and pull. Her muzzle is saturated with the blood of a rival. The Wild tries to back away from her, only stumbling on a paw that doesn’t want to work properly.
She touches her nose with mine before bounding away.
A body presses into hers, cheek rubbing into our flank, up along our injured shoulder, a tongue trying to lick the wound better. His fur brushes along her fur. A soft gentle growl comes out of his chest into hers. It’s a soothing, relaxing sound.
He presses the Wild down into a lying position, belly flat against the earth as he takes in the injuries, whining at the worst ones. A lip lifts, exposing teeth as he growls at the former dead Alpha. He’s rubbing against my Wild, saturating his smell into the fur.
Without my consent, without Dallas’s consent, the Wild in me marks him as hers. It’s a quick strike to his neck. Dallas has no time to react. Small glimmers of thoughts start to penetrate our soul, wrapping around us like twine that binds us loosely together. She holds this wolf tight, not willing to let him go until we feel his sadness. That’s when her jaw releases with a high–pitched whine.
Great pounding sadness washes against us as the last ties of his mate slips away from him. He wasn’t prepared for that to happen. Dallas has been holding onto that last flicker of light for so long. Even after his mark faded, he still had that last little goodness to grasp on his darkest days.
Now I have ruined it, destroyed that last little bliss he has of her. He can never get that back. How can I be forgiven?
I can’t breathe. What my wolf has done is unforgivable in my eyes. She starts to regress into herself as I make the shift from fur Iposely at my side now. I get up, walking away from all this death and loss.
This is all my fault…
to
skin. My arm hangs
His eyes look like they could cry. His body is shaking slightly with the full loss. A sorrowful wolf song starts to rise from his throat, and his family follows his cries in mourning,
My mom’s words come back to haunt me.
He can be claimed.
The dark hides my shame of what the wolf has just done to him, taking away his most precious gift.
Book Chapter45
He doesn’t follow me. He doesn’t say anything. It’s his turn to hold onto the earth, fingers gripping tight to dirt that just crumbled in his hands.
His grief is too powerful at the moment. It’s an epic loss that’s hard to recover from.
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