Attack
1218 Words
KAEL THORNE
Today was the day I waited on forever, and I had prepared for it, more than I had ever done in my entire life. Mentally, emotionally, physically, financially. It was practically the best day of my life. Having werewolves gathered in one place for the first time in over ten years was worth celebrating, and my heart had soared with every single detail of the night.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, had prepared me for the vision that stood in front of me. One minute everything was calm, and I was contemplating taking off the annoying suit I was forced to wear and join the dancers. Or completely shift and soar the mountains. f**k, my wolf wanted that. Out of these clothes, out in the air, basking in the wind, in the earth, in the moon. The next, I was standing, glass raised, forcing myself to not act on instinct and get the hell out of there. It took us ten years to get this together, no bloodshed, no death, no animosity. That last part was going to be hard to get rid of. But we were there, even if we couldn’t stand each other, I couldn’t just leave. There were too many important people present, too many people watching to see a glitch in our relationship, waiting to see us fail, looking for an excuse to continue the war. I couldn’t give them that by walking away.
Then my wolf caught that scent. Rain. My wolf went mad, and I gripped my glass tighter till I feared it would shatter. I drew in a deep breath, drawing her in. She didn’t just smell like rain, but earth, wind, the back of trees, the dew in the morning grass and everything encompassing it. Then nothing. She smelled like everything and nothing. My wolf howled from inside me, jumping in an instant and pushed immediately to be let loose. I knew this feeling. All werewolves have been told about what it was like to finally meet their one fated mate. And everyone lived their life, waiting, anticipating for that feeling that would complete us, our other half that would be perfect for us, just as we were for them. I recognized my wolf’s need to let go, I could barely keep still, it made me tremble. I came alive.
My nose followed that scent, and my eyes found her just as she spun around.
Perfect. My heart stopped. Then she fled.
My wolf raised his head instantly, and I held him back with more restraint than I have ever had to use in my entire f*****g life. We’ve worked too hard for this. For this peace. I had to wait, even if each second was like I was being torn apart from the inside. Once the toast was over, I got up, smiled at those who met my eyes, and excused myself almost immediately. f**k pleasantries.
I followed that scent. Rain, earth and something else, that was almost like nothing. f**k. She smelled amazing, and I wanted all of it, I wanted all of her, her skin, her scent, her breath, her gasps. I wanted to taste her lips and bury my nose in between her neck. I wanted to mark her there while thrusting so deep inside her, she wouldn’t be able to breathe. I wanted everything and more. But I had to find her first.
I followed that scent until I reached the woods and realized she had missed her path. And the fog protecting Caelmont was too thick, it jangled up people’s scent. So, it took a while longer to pick her up. I shifted the moment I did and followed her trail.
My wolf gnashed when we realized that there were others. Other wolves. Wolves that did not smell like us. Wolves that weren’t pure. He pushed faster and faster and faster. And I saw red at the smell of blood. Of her blood. Her own blood.
I was going to kill them. I was going to kill them. I was going to kill them.
I arrived at the clearing where the wolves had shifted. Ready to finish what they had started. I growled and the fear that followed had me basking in it. But not for long. She was losing blood, she was dying. I only just met her and she was dying.
The f**k not.
Red clouded my vision, and everything turned into a bloody haze. But this night was the night for going against my instincts. I wanted to draw out torture, to kill them so slowly, they would beg for it and wouldn’t find it. They would attempt it, but I would only bring them back to life. I was going to draw out their lives till they would regret ever stepping foot into this world, regret ever breathing, regret ever growing up. They would regret life itself even before they grew up to know what choices were. I was going to strip them of everything until they became less than animals.
But not the time. I shifted. Needing them to see the face of the man who would end up. I started with the ones far off. Taking their heads with ease before I got to the one who had stood right in front of her. My eyes trailed to her. Her breathing was slow and her eyes were barely opened. She looked pale, compared to how she had looked a few minutes ago.
I shouldn’t have let her go. I shouldn’t have waited to go after her. I should have ignored the f*****g party. f**k peace. What did it matter if I lost her?
My instinct threatened to take control. My wolf growled and roared, needing out. But this wasn’t the time to crash out. If I did, who would save her? Who would save me? I only just met her, but I was going to die if I lost her. I just knew it. I would be unable to breathe another air that didn’t have her scent. My eyes trailed to the Glock and daggers beside her, then back to the man in front of me. His fear reeked, bitter and distasteful. It polluted the air, just like their scent.
Four against one, yet she had fought. And almost won. She had been scared, yet her bravely tasted sweet against my tongue. And he, he had dared. I snapped his neck and pulled out his head, rage making me see red as I tossed his body to a side.
She stared at me, and I held my breath. Holding onto the vision of her. She was a vision against the moonlight.
Goddess. She was gorgeous. And the whimper that escaped her lips had my heart breaking. I shifted and allowed my wolf to sniff her wounds and lick them. Our saliva had healing properties, and that had to help. I had just noticed the bleeding on her shoulder had stopped before my beta arrived.
“Alpha.”
I shifted, still seeing red. I looked around, found her gun and knife. And I couldn’t help the way my heart melted at the woman I had been blessed with.
“Get her things.” I ordered and picked her up. The unification was over. For me, at least.
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