A/N// So you’ve met the beast…he reminds me of a certain someone! And do you think Verya's father knew that those faes weren't actually all dead?
“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
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
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
_ ~It was a hunt for blood, but the hunt instead ended with love~ _ Every two hundred years comes a beast in the form of a man. Its mission is one of destruction, no love, no peace, no matter how much he tries to restrain. You see, there's a side of him, a deadly side, a beast. It travels with wings like that of the devil, its eyes are as black as night, and on two feet it walks, but on four it runs when it's time to hunt. It's a werewolf the myths say, but how can a werewolf be born with wings as sharp as shards, wings that can slice through its prey and feet with nails longer than the city's tallest building? Surely not an ordinary one, right? Then what to call it? The mythical, wing having beast of death? Perhaps so, but no matter how scary its name became, Verya was determined she'd kill it in this century. She was born with the blood of her father; the blood of an alpha, and though many did not, and still don't believe in her, she'd prove that she's worthy of her alpha
_~Fear scorched their very beings, eyes big and red upon seeing something so unreal. It was so dangerous, something that not even shackles could conceal…it was here to take their lives as though with the devil it had made a deal.~_The forest was dark and silent, but with hazel eyes as bright as the moon, Verya could see her path.Nothing went unnoticed to her, not even the sight of a tiny thorn. The breeze felt cool against her skin, whistling by the leaves as it passed. The grass beneath her feet sunk with her every step and under the full moon were beautiful fireflies that drifted slowly along the wind.The night was beautiful, more so than the day. The silence and the darkness always calmed her desperate heart and soothe her wandering soul.But tonight, her heart was erratic, the pace of it was far faster in velocity and far louder in frequency. She was nervous, she hadn’t fought anything but ferals and rogues, and yet she was going out to hunt something even more dangerous.Wha
_~Blood tainted the floors of the earth, but her courage wasn’t the slightest bit hurt.~_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,
_~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