ONE HERO BOWS OUT

“Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

For those who thou think’st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me

John Donne

 She smiles to herself as she dresses up for breakfast, remembering the events of the past night. 

It is almost three a.m. when Milos awakens from his sleep. He looks around and quickly apprehends that he is still at the creek, and Wanda is with him, fast asleep. He looks at her face, so peaceful and beautiful. How could he have been so lucky to land himself such an enthralling beauty as his mate? Well, he has the moon goddess to thank for that. He observes that although she is wearing a fur coat, Wanda is from all indications chilly; she is human after all. He tenderly lifts her in his strong arms and proceeds to the house. While he is carrying her up the stairs, she jerks awake and smiles up at him. Soon, they are in his room and he delicately places her on the bed.

He goes downstairs into the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee for her and in a few minutes, it is ready. He enters the room only to see Wanda in her birthday suit, posed seductively on the bed, and he almost drops the tray he is carrying.

“Come here, my favourite wolf” she drawls, and Milos hurriedly places the coffee on his bedside table, spilling the liquid in the process.

“Oh baby, you spilled the coffee” Wanda says, faking her displeasure, a smile tugging at the corners of her rosy mouth.

“Trust me baby,” Milos says as he makes for the bed, “I intend to spill more than that tonight” he states, his voice husky with desire.

Wanda straddles him and kisses him from his lips down to the area above his penis. As she moves, her curly hair tickles Milos, and his breathing deepens in expectation of what is to come. Wanda deftly takes him full into her mouth and her name escapes his lips in a moan. She slurps up and down his shaft, and she takes him down the back of her throat, grateful that she had gotten her tonsils removed a few years ago. Milos groans like a man in pain, murmuring incoherent words as she gives him a kind of pleasure he has never known is possible.

When he thinks he is going to die from the pleasure, he raises her head from him and pulls her back to his chest. He kisses her with a sexy kind of aggression, showing her with his tongue, what he would like to do her. Wanda moans in response and he swiftly flips her over and parts her thighs with his legs. Without warning, he plunges into her, and Wanda screams so loudly, that we can be sure that the whole pack can hear. Stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust, they move in unison.

Milos lifts both of her legs over his left shoulder, and drives deeply into her, burying himself in her hilt. Wanda cries out as her orgasm hits her like a thunderbolt. He has definitely hit her G-spot, and as he keeps thrusting into her, she feels another climax creep up her body, and Milos feels the same thing. He increases his thrusts and in a few seconds, they both detonate in an earth-shattering rapture.

He collapses against her and she pats his hair until they both drift to sleep. Milos’ last conscious thought before he succumbs to sleep is: Dayuum, Wanda’s going to be the death of me.

Wanda is brought out of her reminiscence of her happy ending with Milos last night, as Petra bursts into her room, visibly worried.

“Luna….Luna…Oh my goddess…” Petra stammers and paces about the room, placing her small hands on her forehead.

“Petra, what the hell is going on? You’re scaring me”

“Luna, something terrible has happened,” she says, wiping imaginary sweat off her brows.

“Spill,” that’s all Wanda can say, as she stills herself for the worst.

“It is the Alpha, he went into cardiac arrest while exercising this morning”

Wanda is dismayed, “What? Where is he now?”

“He is at the hospital, but the healers are saying that the prognosis is not looking good, not in the least”

“Where’s Milos?”

with his father, and he sent for you”

“Tell Milos that I’ll be with him in a jiffy”

“Yes, Luna, but just to be clear, the Alpha himself expressly requested your presence”

“Really? Okay, I’ll be there before he knows it.” Petra nods and hurriedly exits the room.

Wanda quickly throws on a free gown, throws her curls into a messy bun and leaves for the hospital.  There, at the VIP ward, she sees a disheartened Milos and her heart quickly goes out to him. He stands up immediately he sees her and she hugs him tightly. He in turn hugs her like he would never let her go, and he whispers under his breath so his father will not hear, but she can hear every word he says.

“Wanda, I can’t lose him. I just can’t. Wanda, I am not ready. He can’t die. He has to beat this. Wanda, I can’t lose another parent. I…..”

“Ssshhh baby, he won’t die okay? He’s a strong man. We have to keep the faith and be strong for him. He can’t see you this way, okay?” Wanda hears her voice break, and her eyes burn with unshed tears.

There is a ruffling of sheets behind them. They turn to see Alpha Stocles struggling to sit up. Milos rushes to him and supports him, helping him sit up against the pillows.

“Father, you shouldn’t. I need you to preserve the little strength you have. You can sit up as many times as you like once you have recovered, okay?” Milos says, struggling to smile.

Stocles clears his throat and beckons to Wanda and she sits on the chair by his right hand side. He holds her hand and puts it in Milos’. He clears his throat and says;

 “Milos, I am proud today to call you my son, you have been my only source of joy since your mother passed on. I have trained you to be a strong and capable leader, and I have no iota of doubt in me, that after my demise, the pack will be in your capable hands…..”

“Dad, please don’t talk about dying,” Milos interrupts tearfully, his chest heaving with each breath.

“My son, it would be better that you let me finish talking, as I do not have much time. I hear the spirits of my ancestors howling in earnest expectation of my return, but before I go, it is needful that I leave you with the following instructions.

First and foremost, Wanda, I am sorry that we could not spend much time together as in-laws. I am really glad that you are here. I do not waiver when I think about you conceiving the heir to throne after Milos of course,as I am certain that my grandchild is on his way.

Milos, whatever happens with the child she will bear, stand your ground and support it. Do not let the pack leaders sway your decisions with regards to your child. I have taught and trained you adequately, and do well to pass it all and more to your heir.

Finally, do not think that you are alone in all this. You have my blessings, your Luna, my Beta, his Luna, and the whole pack solidly behind you. You therefore will not fail. I have fought the good fight, and I have finished my race. The baton is therefore passed to you”.

 With these words, Stocles breathes his last and immediately, the sound of continuous howling is heard in the distance, and the whole pack immediately perceives that the Great Alpha has returned to his progenitors.