Marked and protected for claiming

‘If she dies, you will never be free!’ Devour warned.

Immediately as Devour's voice stopped ringing in Arram's head, the air became cooler and the smell of a fresh berry filled his nose.

“What?” He frowned his face confused. He has felt and smelled Desdemona as his, and importantly, his wolf recognized her, but he still couldn’t believe she was his mate.

He was the great heir of Alpha Brecc, Arram- the no-mercy crowned heir, a blessing to his Pack and a disaster to his enemies.

His roar made thousands of soldiers shiver, and those who valued their lives quickly ran away while those who wished to be recognized as heroes died before they could take another step closer to him.

His name spread across the continent like a plague and other Packs except the Blackwood Pack bowed to him.

Years ago, he was stabbed in the face and traveled out of his pack, and ever since then, no one has heard from him. He was wandering around the continent in a golden mask.

Arram quickly untied the rope from Desdemona’s neck and grabbed her into his arms.

He stared deeply at her face, and still couldn't believe everything. “You are my mate?”

Everyone believed Arram retired from being the general because he wanted to rest, but he was injured and his only cure was the company of his mate. 

He wandered around the globe in search of his fate, and since he didn’t find her, he accepted to die anytime soon.

He visited Razgriz Pack for a last glance and he was surprised his mate was in the same Pack he left to wander around for years. And she was no one, but the lady he had watched others maltreated in the past.

He rested her back on his lap, laying her body on the floor. He held her head in his hands and stared deeply at her half-closed eyes. 

Since he had stopped strangling her, she was trapped between the earth and heaven. She couldn’t come back to earth since she had gone a long way, and couldn’t step into heaven because she was weak.

“You are mine. Mine to protect.”

He widened his eyes and ground his teeth for a second till his upper front teeth grew longer.

“Mine, it's time to put my mark on you…” 

He dug his teeth into the right side of her neck.  

He rubbed his hand on the spot he bit and watched the blood vanish and the cut closed immediately, leaving a crescent moon tattoo on her neck. 

“Now, it's time to protect you.”

He hit his hand on his belly and a marble appeared in his hand. He placed the marble directly in front of his eyes, and after a long stare at it, a green thread came out of his eyes and entered it.

He hit the marble on Dedemona’s chest and it disappeared.

Immediately as the marble entered Dedemona’s body, she coughed, and Arram splat blood. He was weak because the marble and thread cost half of his inner powers.

He held his chest and ground his teeth, struggling, “hmm.”

While he was still struggling, a trace of light came towards the corner, and he instantly noticed someone was coming.

He quickly laid her on the floor and stepped back a bit.

He raised his eyebrows and his eyeballs turned around. His veins became thicker under his skin and his fingernails lengthened.

His teeth grew longer and black fur came out of his skin.

“Oh!” He growled. His clothes tore into pieces and he transformed into a giant black wolf with a grey tail and white hair at the back of his neck.

Immediately after he transformed, Beorn, the Pack chief hunter, set his torch light on him. “Who is that?” Beorn questioned, taking his steps one after the other towards him.

Beorn shifted the torchlight to the ground and saw Dedemona’s body. He put his middle finger in his mouth and whistled, alarming other hunters.

Beorn stretched his hand forward and a white stone appeared in his palm. He threw the stone at Devour, but Devour dodged it. He threw another one, but before it could reach Devour, Devour picked Desdemona from the ground and picked up his speed.

Beorn ran after Devour, but couldn't catch up because the wolf's power was limited in human form.

Beorn stretched his hands beside him and his fingernails grew longer and faster than usual. His clothes tore and fell behind him as his teeth grew longer. Grey hair came out of his feet, but it instantly turned black and he shapeshifted to a big black wolf.

Immediately as Beorn shapeshifted, he felt a stone thrown at his heart. He felt a slight pain and slowed down.  

“Hunm!”

‘What’s wrong?’ He wondered. He quickly placed his hand on his chest and coated his heart with ice.

He felt relief and sped after Devour.

Devour speed without looking back. He headed southward because there were only forests and mountains after the Razgriz wall so it would be easy to escape.

Devour jumped over the Razgriz wall and landed in the forest.

After running for a few minutes, Devour peeped behind him and saw Shane, Beorn’s wolf, still chasing him. 

‘Fuck! Why is he so strong?’ Arram thought. 

He recollected the stone that Beorn threw earlier, so he quickly figured out he was the chief hunter.

‘Isn’t it good to have someone like him protect the pack?’ Arram asked and Devour nodded, impressed. 

Devour faced his front and increased his speed.

After running for a few minutes, they ran out of the vast forest, into the mountains. 

Arram ordered Devour to slow down and he quickly paused.

‘Devour, this isn't a time for a race. We have to save the helpless wolf.’ 

Devour was enjoying the race and didn't want to stop, but since it was about his mate, he considered him. He quickly looked around and ran into a cave to hide.

Shane ran to the same spot where Devour slowed down. He veered around to follow him into the cave, but Beorn stopped him.

‘Shane, the wolf is strong, he must be an Alpha. Don't you think it’s too dangerous to go after him alone?’

Shane stepped back and transformed back into a human, naked. 

Beorn turned back to the pack, but remembering he was naked, his eyes widened and he quickly covered his cock with his hands.

He looked around and came to his senses that no one would be around to see him. He took his hands off his cock and continued walking.

While hiding, Devour transformed back into a human. 

Arram waited for a few minutes and peeped out a bit to check if Beorn had gone or was hiding. And after he confirmed that Beorn had walked away, he came out from the cave, naked.

He put Dedemona down and fanned his body with his hands. And a white dress formed on his body. 

He picked Dedemona from the floor and sighting sadness dwelling around her face, a tear dropped from his eyes, directly into her mouth. 

“Mine, it’s time to protect you.” He let out. He put her on his back and walked into a forest.

“For now, I don’t know, and if I later know, I won’t care about what the future holds, but being mine, I will protect you till eternity…”

“You will start a new life beside me and no one will be able to hurt you again. If you want revenge, you need power and I will give you everything you need,”

“You are mine and I will protect you with everything I have and whatever I have in the future.”