Beast
I slept. That much I know. While I was THERE I never slept. I had my naps when I was exhausted or I would simply relax with my eyes closed. But I would always be alert and ready to attack if need be.
The sun shines through the hole I would call a window, signaling it’s daytime. I snuggle closer into the wolf to steal some more of his warmth. I know it’s the black wolf, I remember everything perfectly.
Somehow, with him, I allowed myself a moment of vulnerability, something I have never done since I was a child. But with the black wolf I almost feel safe. Almost, as I don’t know anything about those wolves and whoever is taking care of them. I also have to keep an eye on THEM. If letting me leave was some sort of HIS games, then I have to keep moving. Staying in one place is the worst strategy ever. The good thing about this place is that it’s in the middle of the woods. Its density cuts the visibility to about 30 to 40 feet.
I notice the black wolf waking up. He snuggles his head into the crook of my neck and sighs in what seems like content. He breathes in my scent for a few seconds and lifts his head to look at me. He licks my face and hides his nose in the crook of my neck again, adjusting his position so that I am cocooned by his body, with him lying on his side, me between his legs and his nose in my neck as his huge head covers almost my entire torso. His warmth is comforting and his fur soft, making me want to use him as a pillow and blanket at the same time. My fingers are itching to run through the soft hairs, and I absentmindedly follow their silent command.
After a few seconds of my hands going through his fur, I hear him purr in bliss, so I don’t let my hands stop. My left hand goes up his neck to scratch behind his ear, but stops when I feel a scar on him, going from his ear to his jaw. It’s a little rugged, but doesn’t feel fresh. I gently caress his scar. I don’t know why, but the thought of the black wolf being hurt makes my blood boil.
I would skin alive whoever even thinks about hurting this stunning creature. As if sensing the change in my mood, the wolf again licks my face, neck and shoulders to calm me down. I pet his head to let him know I’m okay and stay wrapped around by him. It’s so warm and comfortable here.
My little comfortable moment is interrupted by scratching on the door. I try to stand up and go check it, but the wolf pushes me with his head into the bed, silently asking me to stay. I listen to him, but sit up on the bed. He pulls the door open and on the other side I see a brown wolf with a white patch on his tail in the hallway. They stand there for few seconds, simply looking at each other, then the black wolf comes back to me, tugs my hand to follow him and leads me through the door that I did not open yesterday. It’s a bathroom. There were a few of those THERE, but they were not as pretty or clean. The fighters were only allowed to use the shower once in a while and under supervision.
In the corner of the room stands tall shower with glass walls, next to it I see a huge bath, cabinets with a sink, a decorated mirror and a toilet.
I watch the black wolf go back into the bedroom and struggle with the door of the closet, so I go to him to help him. I easily open the closet and the black wolf puts his head inside and pulls something out. They’re clothes. He gives me the pants from his mouth and dives into the closet again, leaving with a shirt in his mouth this time. Exactly how smart is he? Are those for me? He tugs on my hand again and once we are in the bathroom again, he pulls some fluffy-looking cloth from the shelf and lays it on the counter. Then he leaves the bathroom and closes the door behind him with his mouth. This time I don’t follow him out. Instead I take my clothes off and go towards the bath.
I was never allowed a bath THERE, so it will be my first. I see different bottles on the little shelf next to the bath and look them over one by one. There’s shampoo, 'conditioner', 'shower gel', 'bathing salt', 'bathing oils', and simple soap. I pick up the salt, as I like its smell most. I fill the bath, put the salt in and get in. The water is hot, which is new to me. THERE we only had cold showers with occasional shampoo and soap, but we were only allowed it after winning a fight. As I was the best there, I was also allowed hair conditioner, to look ‘presentable’ as HE said. Before a huge fight with the most important guests coming and the biggest money being bet, HE sent someone to give me a thorough shower, 'waxing', which I hated with passion, and a haircut. What he didn’t think about, though, was to send a woman to do this, so I always had to be tranquilized for them to be able to take care of me. Take care, what a joke.
I stay in the bath till the water turns cold. I get out of it, pulling the plug the get the water out and head towards the shower to get the salt off my body and wash my hair. The shampoo smells... exotic. It’s refreshing to use some nice smelling product after all these years of having to wash my hair with a male shampoo. I always smelled like a guy afterwards. Being the only female fighter, and the best one at the same time, apparently didn’t earn me the privilege to be treated differently.
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of soft scratching on the door. It must be the black wolf. I rinse the nice smelling conditioner from my hair, turn off the shower, wrap myself in the towel the wolf gave me, and open the door for him. I don’t feel shame, I’m far beyond that. I’ve been seen in less by more, so an animal, no matter how intelligent, doesn’t invoke any embarrassment in me.
The wolf looks clearly relieved to see me. Have I been here so long that he got worried? Possibly, I didn’t keep track of time. I reach up to pet his head, as I noticed he likes me touching him and head towards the bed, where the clothes are. Dropping the towel, I pick up the shirt and put it on, not minding the water dripping from my hair. They always dry on their own. Then I put on the jeans, but seeing as they simply fall off me because of the difference in size between me and their owner, I turn to the closet. I glance at the wolf to sort of ask his permission, since it’s not even my closet, only to see him staring at my body with... hunger? and anger. A LOT of anger. He looks livid. What did I do? I clear my throat to get his attention and when he looks into my eyes I see his glare considerably soften.
I tilt my head towards the closet, indicating that I want something else to wear, and he approaches me, taps the closet with his paw and back away so that I can open the door. I take a pair of shorts with a string from the inside and quickly put them on, pulling the string tighter, so the shorts stay on me.
I get to leave the room and in the open room by the entrance I see the grey wolf and one of the brown ones. It’s the one from earlier, with a white patch on his tail. Next to them, on a table, lies some raw meat. The hell? I look up to the black wolf in question, but he simply nudges me from behind towards the table. Once I’m close enough I notice it’s fresh, warm even, like it was hunted recently. Again, I look up to the black wolf. He stares at me expectantly then looks back to the meat then back at me. Oh, it’s for me.
“It’s raw” I stupidly tell him. Of course it’s raw, idiot. How can wolves possibly cook? The black wolf simply grunts in answer. I sigh and try again.
“I can’t eat it raw” Now the grey wolf is full on snarling. He doesn’t seem to like me very much. I simply ignore him. The presence of the black wolf calms me down enough not to snap at him, so he’s off the hook for now. But damn, I said more words to those wolves in less than a day than in the last few years to anyone.
“It’s okay, I’m not hungry. Thank you, though” I tell the black wolf. Oh god, I’m talking to animals. I even thanked him. Call the mental asylum.
The black wolf doesn’t seem to like my words though, as he tilts his head towards the meat, insisting on me taking it. I shake my head no, I'm really not that hungry. I’ve spent days or even weeks without much food between my fights, so I’m used to having very little of it once in a while. Only before a fight I would be given a proper meal, but even then not much.
I turn to the black wolf and stare at him. He watches me curiously, waiting for my move. I put my hand on his neck and run my fingers through his fur, relishing the softness of it while I'm patting his head with my other hand. He closes his eyes in content, and with my arms around his neck, I embrace him for the last time. I can’t stay here and let this amazing creature get hurt because of me. Tonight I leave.
Beast The day was unbelievably uneventful, except for the black wolf following me everywhere, as if sensing that I want to leave and not wanting to let me do it.I came to a conclusion that there are really no people here when I noticed other wolves go in and out of the houses around the clearing all the time. They must have found the abandoned houses and are now using them. For what? I don’t know, and don’t care.What's been unnerving me for the whole day was the grey wolf. He was watching me just like the guards THERE in the beginning, daring me to do something that would give him an excuse to rip me apart. He usually stays just on the verge of the tree line and watches me and the black wolf.We are sitting on the front porch of the house I stayed in last time, me on a chair and the black wolf on his belly by my feet. They look a little better, now that I have them clean, wrapped and covered. I cleaned them twice today, each time with the help of the black wolf, as I didn’t find an
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Leo Waking up next to my gorgeous mate is the best feeling in the world. Though I still hope that yesterday didn’t happen. It was horrible, waking up only to find out she was not with me, but facing rogues in the middle of the woods.Seeing her getting attacked invoked that one feeling in me that I was sure I would never feel. Fear. Fear of her getting hurt, of losing her, of her rejecting me, especially now that she found out about what I am.But she didn’t. She stayed.How I wish I could know what’s going on inside her head, what she’s thinking. Will she accept me? Reject me? Stay here? Leave again? This uncertainty is killing me. I wish I could talk to her, to assure her that she’s safe here, with me.While I admire my mate’s sleeping form, Demon is fighting to get out, annoying the shit out of me. Normally, we get along pretty well, but since our mate appeared in front of us, he’s been blocking me whenever he got out, and I’m not sure I like him being the one in control most of t
Ivy It’s been a week since the battle against Cornelia, but we’re still dealing with its aftermath. Ren has been extremely busy managing the disappearances, having the biggest issue with none other than my ‘father’.I stayed right beside him as he talked to Cade about it.He told the warrior to fake a car accident in which my parents and I supposedly ‘died’. He said that since my ‘father’ was a public figure, his death had to be public, too. I wondered why I was supposed to die, too, but Ren said that it’s the safest way for me to stay with him without being bothered by paparazzi or anything. That way, no one will suspect anything about my immortality and I’ll be able to start my life with him and Wolfie.Cade contacted some man that specializes in special effect make-up for movies or something and said that he could make three mannequins to look
LorenzoAfter I took my sweet queen to our bedroom, we took a long shower together, washing away both the dirt we got on us and the worries that plagued our minds. The hot water helped my mate calm down and made her quite sleepy, which is why I wanted to put her to sleep.But all it got me was a harsh glare. Ivy did not like the idea of taking a nap. At all.It took all my willpower to not gather her in my arms and kissing her senseless at the sight of her adorable scowl. She’s so fucking cute when she’s angry!Since my sweet queen didn’t want to leave me, I’ve decided to take her with me to the clinic to check on the injured. It’s been an hour since they were brought to the infirmary and I’m worried about them.I’ve never seen Lia heal anyone, so who knows if she can save them…With Ivy’s hand in mine, I walk towards the clinic, throwing a furtive glance at The
IvyI stay in Ren’s arms as he hugs me on the roof, just taking in his soothing presence greedily. I had a suspicion that Cornelia could actually be my mother, but seeing it with my own eyes still hurt.Not to mention the Undead that kept a hold on me earlier.It was my dad.But he didn’t even acknowledge me as he held onto me.Neither of them did.Almost as if I was nothing but a speck of dust.On one hand I’m sad that I meant so little to them in the long run, but on the other… it gave me the closure I so desperately needed.Had my parents had any feelings for me, felt any remorse for trying to use me to bring Ren down, I would’ve thought about giving them a chance. But… since they didn’t do any of that, I don’t even feel bad about them dying.They deserved everything that happened to them.“My love, are you alright?” Re
Third Person POVChoose...Between Blake and Ivy.What kind of choice is that?“Come on, darling, don’t leave us hanging.” Cornelia taunts smugly, casually walking back and forth in front of her captives. As she passes by Blake, she gently caresses his face, making him recoil in disgust. “He’s handsome. It’s actually a pity to kill him…” She chuckles when Lia raises her gun again and points it at her.“Don’t you fucking put your hands on him.” The young human warns deadly, keeping her rifle pointed straight at the witch’s head.“Territorial, are we?”“Touch him again and you’ll see for yourself.”“Lia, calm down. It’s not just about Blake…” Lorenzo tries to pacify the young witch, absolutely terrified for his mate’s safety. One wrong move and his queen will die. Yet
Third Person POVThe King’s allies are waiting anxiously for their enemies to arrive. Aiden, Asher and their group of fifty warriors are in the back of the Alpha’s house, while Ivy, the Kingstons, the Deads and the remaining twenty warriors are in the front, right where an army of almost two hundred men is heading.The alliance has no idea what force they’re about to face, but they’re not worried. With four Undeads on their side, one of them being a hybrid, two snipers on the roof, one of them being a white witch that has acquired powers of her ancestor, and an immortal queen, they feel more powerful than a bunch of rogues and humans that are heading their way.Lia’s reveal about her identity has brought nothing but assurance for the wolves sent to aid the King in the war. They felt that the young girl was not an average human, but it was only after she informed them about her witch ancestry did they u
Third Person POV The war has officially begun when a rogue wolf attacked the house where the King and other alphas have been staying at. He stormed inside, intending to get to Lorenzo’s mate, but his ambush was quickly stopped when Thea got in his way.The Undead Luna immediately stopped the wolf and easily killed him, not even caring about getting any information from him.“Who the fuck was that?!” Lorenzo questions suspiciously, holding onto his mate in pure despair, shielding her from the scene in front of them.“A rogue. I heard him run here…” Thea snarls furiously, panting in anger as she stands over the dead body of the assailant.“Fuck!” The king yells, his voice mixing with his wolf’s as his blood boils in fury.“What’s going on?” The group is quickly joined by the human couple, both frantic with worry. Lia glances around the room
IvyThea’s sons are here? Really?And she’s not even worried?They are her kids!“Really? Those idiots.” Leo grumbles, turning off the stove before he marches to the front door.“Leo!” “Dad!” Thea and Hunter call out after him, following him outside. Ren doesn’t even hesitate and swiftly picks me up then leads me to the front porch, keeping my hand in his as we watch Leo berate his sons.“Are you out of your minds? Coming here when a war is coming? You don’t even have a proper training! How are you going to fight, huh?” Leo scolds his three sons, pacing anxiously in front them as they stand in one line with their heads down.“Dad… we just want to help.” One of them mutters quietly.“Help?! Liam! This is a full blown-out war, not some sparring session with the warriors!”“Leo, stop it
LorenzoAfter Lia revealed her powers and told us about her encounter with Thalia, she went to take a nap, saying that after spending decades with the ‘annoying witch’ she’s even more tired than earlier. As always, Blake joined her, so the only people left in the living room are the Kingstons, Ivy and me.I keep my little mate on my lap as she talks to Skye, playing with her long silky hair distractedly as I digest what Lia revealed.Cornelia is coming. She can control the water element. She has an army of Undeads that she most likely created with Ulrich’s blood. Ivy’s parents are not her parents. It’s quite likely that Cornelia is also Ivy’s mother, which makes all of this even more complicated. I don’t know how close my little queen is with her mother and how will she take her death.Because I don’t plan on sparing the witch. She’s going to die no matter what. I’m only wo
IvyHoly crap! Lia is literally the most mysterious person I’ve ever met! Just when I thought nothing could surprise me, something comes up.“Wait… if that Xan…, whatever her name is, was Thalia’s ancestor… then isn’t she also your ancestor?” I wonder out loud, getting a quiet sigh from Lia.“Yeah. – she breathes out – But that doesn’t mean I’m going to follow their plan to kill Lorenzo. I mean…Thalia said in my dream that it’s supposed to be my duty or whatever, but I think holding grudges for ten generations is just petty. Like, okay, I get being mad, but not for this long. Lorenzo may have killed Xanthe, but his action was justified in my opinion. Xanthe cursed his father with a beast and immortal life then split his soul into two. She deserved what she got, so telling her descendants, specifically those who share the