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~Blood tainted the floors of the earth, but her courage wasn’t the slightest bit hurt.~
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She ran fast on her feet, watching as the people ran towards the direction she was coming from.
A sum of five of the alpha’s who came were right behind her, ~Simon included~ running towards the danger instead of from it, but the rest were too scared to even move. Why come if they didn’t have any courage to fight?
Despicable, they all were and yet they called themselves alphas.
A bloodcurdling roar echoed from in front and a shiver wracked down Verya’s spine as she drew for her swords. There was no mistaking it, this was the beast, and it was thirsty, thirsty for blood.
She could hear flopping sounds and she knew instantly that it came from its wings. She regretted leaving in a hurry now because she left her bag, and her arrows and her bow were right inside of it.
F*ck!
“The beast! It’s here! It’s here!”
The words were screamed by a running man who didn’t make it much further. He was taken down, his bulky body falling against the loose dirt and something seeming so unreal hovering over him.
It roared, the dark, red wings behind its back flopping as it dislocated the man’s head. Blood; a whole lot of it splattered against the earth, mixing with what had already tainted it.
Verya’s legs slowed to a stop, her heart running wild in her chest. W...what in heaven’s name was that?
It was huge, three times the size of her wolf and her wolf was just as big as her father’s, its claws were really long, seeming even sharper than her swords.
How was she supposed to fight that? It looked like a dragon, an unbeatable opponent.
If she went any further, she wouldn’t win and she knew it. She wasn’t strong enough to go against something like that, but...but...
Her hands started to shake around her swords and her eyes drifted over to Simon who looked just as terrified as her. He stepped back, shaking his head. “You can stay little princess, but I’m leaving.”
He took off, heading in the same direction the cowards were running to, but Verya didn’t move, she couldn’t. She stood shakily in her spot watching as the half werewolf looking beast approached her. Its eyes were darker than the night, blood all over its dark red fur and its scent...there was something about it.
It was so heavy and atrocious and yet something about it calmed her heart. Wh-What w...?
It growled at her from a distance, and someone pulled her back; another alpha. “If you’re just going to stand here, move out of my f*cking way.”
Verya shook her head. She wasn’t just going to stand still, she was going to fight, she had to fight...but h-how?
The swords in her hand became heavier as she took a step forward. No, it didn’t matter how, she was here for a purpose and she wouldn’t leave until she fulfilled it. She couldn’t let anyone take its life before her, she had to prove herself, she had to slay it.
Gripping her swords tighter, she moved her stiff body, closing the distance between the beast and her. It looked angry, but she was f*cking angry too, so angry that she decided to launch the first attack.
She wasn’t an expert with swords, but she could use them. Her sword went after its chest, but the beast was quick to effortlessly flick her aside.
Verya coughed up the dust, groaning as she sat up on her knees. She could barely see, but four wolves were positioned in front of the beast now, trailing around it for an opening to attack.
One by one they lurched forward, and the beast took down each without even having to try. There was more blood on the earth’s surface now and she was the only conscious thing left in the beast’s path. Verya shook her head, near range attack wouldn’t work and luckily her shotgun was strapped to her thigh.
She pulled at it, turning off the safety before pointing it up at the beast.
With the trigger behind her finger, she squeezed, openly missing her shot. The sound had the beast turning towards her. She pumped the gun, loading a new round to fire, and then she fired again, and the shaky grip of her hand had her missing once more.
She rolled to her feet when the beast ran at her, her hand pumping the gun again and this time when she fired, she did not miss.
The beast howled out in pain, a blatant hole now at the edge of its left wing. It stepped back when she loaded her weapon again, shotting it in its front leg.
Another howl of pain came from its deadly mouth, its wings flopping and off the ground it rose.
It was going to fly away. Verya couldn’t let it leave without putting a hole in its head. She fired again, but the beast was sensible enough to sight the shot and into the air it took off, wafting along the breeze like a big butterfly.
Verya looked back at the injured men behind her. They did well, but it was her reign. She injured it, and though it was dangerous to hunt it by herself, she wouldn’t for the love of God let it get away.
Reloading her gun, she took off, in search of a prey far bigger than her.
Her feet took her into the woods, her eyes watching the sky as the beast flew messily across it. It was going to fall and when it did, she’d f*cking catch it.
It didn’t take long for her words to come to past. The beast fell, the sound of tree branches falling along with it tickling her sensitive ears.
Verya headed in the direction of the sound, creeping silently. She could smell it; its blood was dense in the forest and she didn’t hesitate to follow its trail.
In no time, she could hear its low whimpers and then from behind a tall, thick tree, she could see it too.
It was getting smaller; it was changing forms. Bones started to crack and its wings drew back into its back...
And then a man laid against the floor, completely unconscious. His body was small, hair blonde and short, and his scent... his scent...
His scent had Verya’s wolf becoming unsettled. He smelled good, his minty and yet sweetish scent had her legs taking her from behind the tree and straight over to him.
She stooped before the unconscious body of the obvious omega, her finger shaking along the tip of the trigger on her gun as her wolf whispered ‘mate’ in the back of her head.
Well f*cking hell, she had managed to catch the beast, but could she f*cking kill it?
_~How can a lost ever become a victory?~_How did this happen...? The beast, the same one she had come to kill was her mate. She didn’t get it, she didn’t understand...how could the beast be her mate? And how could it be an omega in human form?Omegas could not withstand the power the beast had according to the elders, so...what was this now?Was she mistaken? No, she couldn’t have been, she saw the full transformation, the beast had turned into a man, this man...Should she...should she kill him?If she did, then she’d really get to prove herself to father, but she would be left without her true mate for the rest of her life...would she be able to live like that?But even if she couldn’t, how would she ever love a beast?Verya lifted her gun, pointing it at him. He was dangerous, he’d probably try to kill her when he woke up, she had to kill him.Her finger pressed lightly against the trigger but stopped when the omega in front of her groaned. He reached for his injured arm, the on
_~Lust awakened from the dust, blurring the vision of its preys and bringing them nothing but pleasurable days~_“I’m...I don’t know...” Sathe looked down when her arm caged him against the tree.“Is it because of me?”“Y-Yes...”“Then doesn’t that mean I should take responsibility...hmm?” Her index finger ran along his naked chest and down his flat ab-less stomach. “Answer...”“N...yes.”“Look at me, Sathe...”Sathe slowly lifted his head, facing her. “Yes...?”“Do you want me to take care of it or not?”“I...I do...”“Then move your hands. my little monster.”Sathe’s movements were hesitant, but he listened and by his sides his hands now laid. His eyes were so caught up in her hazel ones. They were beautiful, she was beautiful. He’d never have thought that someone as useless as him could ever get a mate that looked like this.Her black hair was so tall and beautiful and that smirk on her plump lips was doing something to him. There was this sensation running through his body, an i
Verya turned to face the young man. “What?” “Who do you think you are?” “Somebody you shouldn’t be messing with, let go of me.” The boy chuckled, his fist clenching by his side. “You f*cking b*tch...were you never taught how to respect a man?” “I never once thought of my father as a man so I guess you could say so. And just so you know...I don’t think of you as a man either.” She looked down at his hand that gripped tightly into her shoulder. “For the last time, let go.” This idiot was looking down on her because she was a woman, he was just as bad as her father and the members of her pack. But unlike her father and the stupid pack members, she wouldn’t go easy on him. Here she wasn’t under any restrictions, she could break his arm and wouldn’t get scolded after, she could make a mess out of his face and turn his stomach into a punching bag and wasn’t pointed fingers at. ‘You’re a woman! Women were born to be submissive, they weren’t born to overpower and beat men...’ Yeah well
Verya watched with wide eyes as Sathe’s arm was taken over by the same dark, red fur the beast possessed. He was angry now, she could smell it, palpably feel it and if the beast took over his body now, then everybody would know that he was the culprit and they’d kill him.She had to stop him, if she didn’t the...Sathe lifted his hand to attack, but Verya grabbed it, forcefully separating him from the troublemaker. She grabbed his face, not missing just how completely black his eyes were. “Calm down, Sathe... don’t let the idiot get to you...inhale deeply, then let it go.”Sathe looked at her, nodding his head and slowly, the whites in his eyes started to form again, the fur on his arm receded back into his skin and then he fell unconscious against her.She hugged around him before he could fall, turning towards the idiot behind her. “Look what you did!”“That’s not the problem here, did Sathe just growl at me?”“And what if he did?” Verya scoffed. “Come help him on my back, he’s unco
In no time, Verya caught something, a rabbit and a small squirrel, and as Sathe caught fire to the woods he gathered, she skinned and washed the meat in a nearby pond which she had found with her good sense of hearing. The useless sticks that fell from the tree branches up above were put to use and soon the meat was being roasted at a high heat. Both Sathe and Verya sat, watching it for there was really nothing else to do. The silence between them was so deafening that it became uncomfortable, especially to Sathe. His eyes drifted over to his mate; slowly, shyly, his little hands clenching as he spoke, “You didn’t tell me your name…can I…can I know your name?” Verya looked over at him, slowly nodding her head. “Come closer, I’ll whisper it to you.” Sathe nodded, shuffling closer to her on the soft bed of grass where they sat. “Now…?” Verya shook her head. “Closer Sathe.” Sathe’s cheeks reddened as he looked between them, finding absolutely no space, if he moved any closer, his ski
After breakfast, they once again began their journey, Sathe behind Verya…somehow, he couldn’t get the name out of his head, it was so beautiful, it felt like food to his mind. He wanted so bad to call it but he had no reason to.If only he could find an excuse, but he officially had none. He couldn’t think of anything to ask, and furthermore, he was still embarrassed by what happened earlier. They didn’t get to finish the sinful act they had been conducting, and it was pretty awkward between them.He still remembered how soft her bare skin had been beneath his hand and how soft and demanding her voice had been when she told him to touch her too. His excitement was sky high, anticipation and anxiousness had almost killed him, they were like imaginary arrows boring through his chest, and it had been even more torturous when everything just stopped. He wished it hadn’t, he didn’t care about the meat, it was nowhere near as tasty as her lips, it didn’t touch the pit of his stomach like th
Verya slowed down when the borders of her pack came into view. The sun was out, but barely, its light was dimmed awfully low, the night hadn’t much long turned to dawn after all. Her paws trotted forward, the beautiful silver fur now tainted by the brown dirt she had ran through. Pass the borders she went, passing the red cloth that marked the very start of her pack’s land. She was nervous, she didn’t know what her father would say, he didn’t permit her to go on the hunt, he had told her not to go and she sneaked out and was now coming back in with a guest that was probably uninvited. Sighing, she stopped when the pack members, the ones on patrol surrounded her. “Jonathan was worried, he sent pack warriors to look for you, yet here you are unscathed.” Verya glared at the man that spoke, she’d roll her eyes if she could. ‘Move…’ She mind linked him. “Your father said to lead you to his office the very day you make it back.” ‘Both you and my father can go f*ck yourselves. Get me a
Sathe shivered against her as pleasure wracked through him, unimaginable pleasure, so much pleasure that it came with pain. His knees buckled and it was Verya who steadied him, her teeth sinking even deeper into his neck, making the pressure he felt below even more intense. When she pulled away from him, his c*ck was hard; dripping with precum, and the blood that leaked down his neck, she licked it all up. “Sweet…” she whispered, the smirk in her voice audible. “You taste sweet…”Sathe’s shaky hand reached for his neck, running along the palpable mark that now laid there. “Verya you~”“Shhhh…it’s father’s time to speak now, he’s obviously dying to.”Sathe turned to face Verya’s father, feeling and smelling the anger even before he saw it. The man’s face was as red as blood, his eyes were bulged wide. “Get out!” his voice boomed loudly across the walls and Sathe jumped at the sound of it. “Get out both of you…!”“Why?” Verya asked, perplexing him even more. “What? Was that not apart of
Sathe’s heartbeat froze when the fluttering of wings drifted across his ears. They were closer, just above them. He took a chance, looking back at the creature that stalked the sky and he wasn’t wrong, it was a fae… ‘Help…’ he called out to his self-consciousness. ‘Help me…please…’ The beast within him responded almost immediately, it was as if he had been waiting to be called. ‘Pathetic…’ Sathe closed his eyes as his control slowly slipped from his grasp. He could feel as his eyes changed colour, and feel as fur covered his arms. His claws came forth next, unintentionally sinking into Verya’s thighs. “Owe…Sathe…what’s tha…?” She looked down at his arm, eyes widening when she saw what was happening. “N-No…Sathe you can~” “Verya!” Both Sathe and Verya turned to stare at the creature who called out. It landed behind them, and Sathe growled as he turned around to look at it. It was a fae, yes, but it was a child. She stepped back, holding her hands up in defence. “Jake sent me…he tol
Sathe woke up wrapped in Verya’s silver fur as well as the redolence of her scent. It was comforting, after spending two days away from her, waking up in her scent was a privilege to him.But regardless of that, he had to leave again…He sat up, turning to stare at her. It was dark out, and the cold breeze swept across his bare skin like hands: harsh and cold, but despite being in her wolf form, Verya seemed to be suffering from it more than him.She was shaking, and even in her sleep, her teeth were chattering. He didn’t think she was fine, she didn’t at all look fine.His hand reluctantly reached for her, but he stopped before he could touch her. He had been thinking of using this opportunity to get away without her knowing, but if he woke her up, he’d lose it, wouldn’t he? She’d stop him, he knew, only a couple of words from her could persuade him.But how could he leave when she was like this?Sighing, he shook her awake. “Verya, are you okay?”Verya’s hazel eyes fluttered open, s
“Are yo~” He stumbled back holding onto his chest. “My session is over…this is the longest I can keep my control over this body. It’s too weak…I have to go…”The black in his eyes cleared to white and Verya caught Sathe’s body before he could fall. He was out cold, a log against her shoulder…Sighing, she struggled to get him on her back, not because he was heavy, but because it was hard to relocate a limp body. She managed, but that didn’t stop her from frowning as she carried on deeper into the woods. His body was putting pressure on her injured shoulder, she wouldn’t be able to get far like this, but she had to try. Jake would be suspicious if he found her with a naked Sathe covered in fae blood. She had to find them water where they both could wash what was supposed to be a secret off of them.However, even with the determination, she didn’t get far enough, she had to stop when the pain got too much…and still, she had to change forms in order to keep Sathe warm when the evening
He raised his head to look at her, eyes still completely black; without the whites. “If that’s what you’re worried about, I won’t…I’ve never had a mate before, this life is way more privileged than the others. But…”Verya knitted her eyebrows curious as to what the vile creature had to say next. “B-But?” “You’re disappointed in me, aren’t you? I could see it in your eyes…you were angry. But why? I did it for you…you shouldn’t be angry…you should be happy.” “Happy that you’re killing innocent people?” “No…happy that I’m doing it to protect you.” He hung his head low. “Ruffle my hair…tell me I did good.” Verya glared at the top of his head, the anxiousness had now melted into nothing, and her fear was now dead. “Are you kidding me right now?” “I’m not…I really did all of this for you…I deserve to be praised. I feel weird, I don’t like the disappointment that I saw in your eyes, I don’t like the anger or the hate. I’ve never had a mate before, so I want to be reassured, I want to co
Her glossy eyes drifted up, meeting the horrendous sight of a creature she didn’t wish to see. Its eyes were black, all the natural whites eradicated and taken over. Its red fur was soaked in blood giving it a stench that made it seem a lot more dangerous than it probably was… It had no humanity in those eyes…it seemed lost, only remembering how to kill and it was doing just that. Every arrow that came at it was proven to be of no good, even when they pierced the creature it didn’t cry out in pain…instead it effortlessly pushed them back out. Did it perhaps get stronger? Was its healing ability almost immediate now? Verya shook her head, it wasn’t the time to assess its strength, she had to stop Jake. Her eyes shifted back down, spotting Jake who had already transformed into his wolf form. He looked tiny when compared to the beast, but in truth, his wolf was just as big as hers. The beast truly was a giant, perhaps that’s why so many different supernatural beings had to join forces
Verya had never been one to look forward to a long walk, and this time it was no different. The fae had said it was close, but this was by far the furthest she’d ever walked on two legs with a destination in mind. She wanted to forfeit, to give it all up, but she had to remind herself that it was all for a good cause. ‘For Sathe…’ She thought, groaning as she took a look at the long way ahead. Why was Sathe doing this to her? No, the real question was ‘why was she doing this to herself?’ Sathe didn’t ask her to hunt him down, she had chosen this path singlehandedly, but it was so f*cking hard to see it through. God dammit! “Are we even close yet?” She was ashamed of herself, the fact that her mate ran away from her had her pride dirt low, and not truly knowing the real reason why made it worst. All she could do was come up with assumptions... He left because he was scared... He left because of her father... He left because he felt self-conscious Or the worst assumption of the
As the fae said, the cave wasn’t far, it was at the very bottom of the mountain, dark and quiet. Jake was the first to step inside and Verya followed him hesitantly, leaving Aron and Ethan behind.Inside was almost beyond her werewolf eyes, she could barely see anything. There were just rocks, rocks and dirt. “You think she’s here?”“I know she is…she’s scared…she wouldn’t come out. I smell her too.”Verya nodded, she smelled something too, the stench of a creature she didn’t really like, but despite that, it was pitiful. It was almost impossible to not sympathize on the current situation, especially since it happened because of her.Sighing, her eyes darted around, spotting a slight movement behind a rock in the corner of the cave. She grabbed Jake’s arm, gesturing towards it. “I-I think she’s here.”Jake stopped, looking towards the rock. “Come out.”A harsh breath dragged on in the silence but there was no further movement. Jake stepped towards the rock, but stepped back when someo
Verya pocketed her hands as she continued into the woods. The sun was rising, and though she didn’t sleep much through the night, her steps were energetic, and her eyes wide open. Jake, Ethan and Aron were walking in front of her…all three were unwanted company, but the more help, the better, right? Sighing, her eyes drifted through the bushes with a sad gleam in them. She missed Sathe…it had been two days of searching now and she couldn’t pick up a trace of him. Would he really not return to her? And did she have the right to look for him when he left willingly? He said he didn’t want to stay anymore, what would she tell him when she found him? That he should come back to a place that he didn’t want to be? What if he refused to listen to her…? What if it all ended with a rejection? Verya was so scared and confused right now, she didn’t know what to do and why this was happening, she was completely lost…but she knew one thing and it was that she wouldn’t let him go without a proper
Sathe looked down at his bloody body with a sick smile on his lips. He didn’t know why, but the fact that the blood on his bare skin was for once not his gave him a sense of superiority. The voice was rumbling in his head, dark and alluring, nothing he was afraid of, and the dead bodies he stepped on as he walked out of a havoc he created pleased him greatly. He felt powerful…like a monster…a beast…but wasn’t that what he was? Sathe’s smile grew even wider, his eyes drifting towards a fae who was pitifully trying to crawl away. Her body was soaked in the blood that fed the earth, her heavy breaths the only thing that dragged on into the night. He walked over to her, pressing his foot into her back. “And where do you think you’re going?” “Please…I beg you…d-don’t kill me.” A chuckle, one with not an ounce of humour drifted up his throat. “Please…? Should I really not kill you? Beg some more and I’ll consider leaving you alive.” “Please…” She turned to stare at him, her face just