Bloodlust

As she watches him walk away through the valley, she unknowingly feels sad for some reason. 

He's not like some superstar of the town. His physiques, his facial structure, his walking style, they're nothing extraordinary. But still she feels something for him. She felt cherished when he came in front to help her knowing she's from an enemy pack. And when he and his sister healed her when they could get her in trouble by informing her presence to the lead Alpha. And she felt the moments when he was watching her secretly, it was a mixture of attraction and sincerity, along with a hint of lust. 

First time is always dangerous. 

She sighs again, turning around to head back to her pack, she has to pay a visit to her father. She was worried about nothing, no one cared about that she was missing except her servant Maria. But now they'll definitely care, because of all the things she's going to do now. 

~ 

"It's a pretty moon, huh?" 

Nyx lets out a breath after hearing the familiar voice behind her, although she's not that surprised. She looks up at the almost complete silver moon above in the cloudy sky, shining all alone, honored. She glances at his little brother for a moment, saying nothing. 

"Father was looking for you," Walker sits beside her on the grass, after hesitating for some moments. 

"Oh really?" That sounds sarcastic. He must be losing his patience then, if he actually heard the real story. 

"He already knows about your visit to the Crescent Moon pack. Numerous spies leaked it out immediately."

"I get it," she nods nonchalantly. 

"Aren't you going to meet him?" He is looking at the dark river down the cliff, doesn't seem much intrigued to know the answer. 

"I'm not quite sure anymore," she utters, knowing what's done is already done.

"Noah is there too."

"Of course he is."

  Nyx gets up, standing in straight posture under the mysterious moonlight. Her long hair moving slowly in the gentle breeze, along with her white linen dress, determined yet emotionless gaze directing ahead. 

"Walker," she turns to him. "Aren't you going to fight me? Along with your army in combat?" 

"Don't be ridiculous, even by considering the originality of the rumors." 

Walker looks away from her, trying to hide the pained expression from his face. 

"So you're not really gonna try to finish me off? 

"I should, but I'm not going to."

"Not the answer I wanted to hear." 

  He's leaving the pack tonight, together with some of other wolves. Though it will make him a deserter, he's going to disguise his original identity and join the battle squad. He tried to convince his father to leave too, but that's not something small to ask the lead Alpha. Right now, Nyx possesses such an immense power that nobody will be able to stop that. The only choice they have is to kneel in front of her and accept her as the lead Alphaess of the Blood Moon pack. 

And he can't stay in the pack anymore, it'd be too life threatening for him. He knows that, but it's still hard to accept. All the familiar, warm yet powerful faces, the wooden scent of the forest slightly mixed with blood, the adventurous hunting sessions on the weekends, the grave of their mother on the side of cliff resting with endless, untold, beautiful memories, he has to leave all that. 

Why won't these stupid tears won't stop? 

"Sister, no matter what happens," his voice breaks, holding on to indescribable ache, "I'll still the little brother you used to cherish."

~

"Fire! There's a big fire!" a man's scared, scattered scream can be heard across an alley of the central area. 

Frightened rackus starts within a moment, since the fire seems really outrageous, making all the commoners wolves scared. And also there is a strong smell, engrossing in the environment despite the fire. Anyone expert on the poison stuff will be able to detect that it's a special substance, made with silverine and wolfsbane. It's like sprayed all the over the area, weakening the weak and the sick. 

"Stop chickening out and get a bucket of water!" a woman shouts vigorously, emerging from the black smoke. 

Just above the central area on the cliff, from where all the mad mess is happening, Nyx stands alone, holding a big knife in her hand. The raging fire reflects on her eyes, all the screams and cries are like sound of despair in her ears. Her allies definitely did a good job, a satisfied breath escapes her lips. 

In front of her, there's a huge wolf nail placed on the grass, shaped kind of like a cup. She spreads her left hand, and moves the knife preciously enough to leave a big cut on her palm. She holds her hand above the cup, blood gradually dripping to the cup and filling it up. Then she takes a deep breath and throws the cup over the enflamed pack, the blood drops spraying all over the fire. 

Her face curves a smile. 

"So now the game begins."