Zelena.
I laid in Gunner’s arms as his fingers gently traced circles over my bare back. The house was quiet at this time of night, letting the sounds of the forest slip through the open window. It was peaceful, listening to the insets and other forest animals sing through the night. Just as peaceful as the gentle caress of Gunner’s hand over my skin. The sparks and tingles that he is able to inflict on me, is still the most wonderful sensation. A sensation that I hope never goes away.
I turned my head and nuzzled my nose against his firm and perfectly hairless pectoral muscle. I spattered kisses across his chest as I worked my way up to the place that my mark sat. I poked out my tongue and let the tip run along the raised scar. Gunner groaned and tightened his hold on me. I sucked the skin into my mouth and repositioned myself on his lap, one knee on either side of his hips. I pressed my backside down and felt the hard length of his cock press against my core. I cupped his beautiful face in my small hands and kissed him hungrily. I rocked my hips back and forth, sliding my seeping slit along his hardened length. Gunner gripped my hips and pressed his fingertips hard into the soft flesh. He lifted me slightly and positioned himself at my entrance. I slid back down slowly, taking all of him inside of me. As Gunner groaned with pleasure, I sucked his tongue into my mouth and rolled my own around it. I ground my hips into him slowly, letting him fill me completely before rolling back again. It was slow, sensual, full of passion and love. It was just us.
Gunner sat up and I wrapped my ankles around his back. His lips and mouth desperately devoured my chest and neck as I rocked in his lap. My fingers twisted and gripped into his soft shaggy hair and pulled. Gunner growled and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, biting and tugging on it gently. With them being extra sensitive lately, the sensation sent me soaring. My hips increased their pace and Gunner lifted and rocked his hips to meet my movements. It took no time at all for the tightness to come to my stomach. My legs were starting to shake, and I knew I was only seconds away from reaching my bliss. I bucked my hips and my head fell back, I groaned loudly as the orgasm hit me. Gunner moved his hands to the top of my shoulders and thrust into me a few more times before finding his own release. I rested my head on his shoulder and curled my arms around his back. Gunner laid his head on mine and ran his hands up and down my back. And we stayed like that, with him still inside me, just embracing each other.
“I’m so sorry” I croaked, trying not to let my wayward emotions get away from me again. Gunner lifted me off him and sat me between his legs, still facing him. He gripped my face and gently stroked his thumb over my quivering bottom lip.
“Whatever for, my love?” he said softly,
“I’m sorry for getting angry at you, I'm sorry for making you lose control, and I'm just sorry for being so horrible” I rushed out, followed quickly with a small sob. Gunner slipped his arms around my back and pulled me flush against his chest. He held the back of my head and heaved a heavy breath.
“It’s not your fault little wolf. Of course you would be upset about me getting close to another she-wolf, even if she is your mother” he huffed.
“You’re not mad at me? I keep making things worse, I keep letting my anger out and I can see how it’s affecting you”
“Zee, you’re a Were, a very powerful one in fact. It's only natural that you have a hot temper. And it’s not fair on you to have to force control over yourself all the time, especially not because of me”
“I don’t see it like that. I'm your Mate, I should be helping you”
“It’s not me you should be worrying about anymore” he said calmly and pulled back from me. He lowered his hands and placed them over my swollen belly.
“It’s him, or her. It's our pup that should be getting all of your attention, not me and my issues” he said while staring at my stomach.
“No Gunner, you’ve got my darkness in you. That’s not just your issue, it’s mine too. And even if you didn’t, you would still be at the top of my list of things to worry about. Alongside our pup” I told him earnestly while cupping his cheek.
“That’s the problem isn’t it. All the worry I'm putting onto you, it’s not good for you, for either of you” Gunner hissed. He was frustrated, with himself mostly, but I would imagine with a lot of other things too. There’s only four days left, and I don’t know what's going to happen at the end of them. I can’t imagine that Selene, the being that raised me, cared for me, and claims to love me, could possibly hurt me so much but taking away my Mate. I don’t think that she would really do it. She couldn’t. But Selene is not the kind of being to give empty threats. When she says something, she means it. Just the fact that she showed herself to Gunner, is enough to prove that she means business. But still, I just can’t imagine that she would do that to me. At least, I hope she won’t.
“Zelena” Gunner whispered softly,
“You’re using my full name again, this must be bad” I answered back. He paused and took a few deep breaths while letting his hands roam over my body.
“Zee I have to leave”. He said it quietly, but I definitely didn’t mishear him. Leave. Leave where?
“What are you talking about?” I asked, examining his face closely. His eyes fell on mine and I gulped. They were so full of sorrow and fear. I don’t think I have ever seen him look like that. It just about broke my heart. I reached up with both hands and grabbed his face.
“Gunner, what’s going on?” I asked urgently. He grabbed my wrists so that my hands would stay there and nuzzled into my hand.
“I can’t stay here, in the house or in the pack. I am putting you in danger. I can’t risk hurting you, or our pup, or anyone else for that matter. I don’t have a handle on this darkness. I can feel it turning inside me. The closer I get to Thursday the more scared I feel. And the darkness, it's eating away at that fear Zelena. I’m making it stronger, not weaker”.
“You’re being stupid, don’t say stuff like that” I growled and shook my head,
“Maybe if I leave, if I take away the threat to you, Selene won't take my wolf. If you’re safe from me, maybe she’ll grant me more time to expel the darkness. I can’t lose you Zelena, I won’t survive it”. My heart was pinched, and pain radiated through my chest. He can’t be serious. He wants to leave me? I searched his face, looking for a sign that this is all just a cruel joke. I found nothing. Only pain and heartache. Gunner’s tears rolled down his cheeks and his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. He leaned his head forward and pressed his forehead to mine.
“You can’t” I managed to get out. Tears welled in my eyes and my head spun.
“I have to” he whispered.
“No you don’t. We'll do this together. You can’t leave. You know what your mum said, True Mates can’t survive without each other” I sobbed and tried to pull my hands away from his face, but he didn’t let go.
“That’s only if one dies Zee. I'm not dying, just going away for a little bit. You’ll be fine”
“No I won't. If you leave me, I will die!” I screamed. A burst of energy flew out of me, sending Gunner flying back across the bed. I stumbled to my feet, dragging the bedsheet with me and wrapped it around my naked body. Gunner quickly jumped up and rushed to stand in front of me. He picked me up and held me against his large chest. I struggled and thrashed and kicked my legs, while growling and grunting for him to let me go, but it was no use. His grip on me was firm and unbreakable.
“Zee stop” he pleaded,
“Put me down” I growled back,
“Not until you stop and listen”
“I have listened, but what you're saying is stupid”
“It’s the only way Zelena”. I kicked out and tried to push out of his grip, but his hold wasn’t wavering.
“You don’t know that! Maybe she’ll just punish you more for leaving me, for abandoning your Mate and pup” I growled at him, feigning anger.
“I’m not abandoning you, I'm coming back”
“No you’re not, because you’re not fucking going”. I flung my head around and collided it with his collarbone. I won’t lie, it fucking hurt. But it didn’t stop my struggling, it only made me more determined. Whatever anger I felt at his idea to run was all but gone. All that was left was fear. Deep seeded and intense fear. He wouldn’t really leave me, would he? He wouldn’t leave us. I hadn’t realised I was crying, not at first. But I wasn’t just screaming at him not to go, I was howling with the pain at the thought of him not being here, not being close to me. The tears ran from my eyes like never ending pools of sadness.
“Zee, stop it, please” he pleaded with me, his own voice was cracked and broken as he begged me. My heart squeezed and wrenched at the sound of his breaking voice. I went limp in his arms and pressed my forehead to his chest. More sobs wracked my body as I continued to weep.
“You can’t leave, I won't let you” I sobbed and wriggled my arms around his back and gripped on to him.
“You know that I'll just follow you anyway”. Gunner didn’t respond, he just held me in his arms.
Zelena.After a while I had become very uncomfortable, and my body was screaming for food. The sobbing had stopped, but my fear of being without Gunner was still the main focal point of my mind.“Can I put you down now?” Gunner’s voice whispered softly,“Yes” I answered after a deep breath. Gunner placed my feet back on the ground but kept his arms around my shoulders. My stomach grumbled loudly, breaking the silence of our combinedsadness.
!!!! TRIGGER WARNING !!!! CONTAINS RAPE !!!! WG-02. Some time ago. I've dealt with a lot up until this point. I'm proud to say that through it all, I have not broken. All my life I've known pain. I've grown up on it. Lived it, learnt it, tasted it. I know pain. I have been pushed to the furthest limits imaginable. Both in mind and body. And I've still not broken. I am stronger because of how far I have been pushed. I have endured and survived more than anyone else possibly could. I have beenmouldedinto the ultimate weapon, created from pain to cause havoc. I am the shadow in the dark, the monster under the bed. I am the bringer of death. Nothing could ever break me. But this... This is unlike anything else that I have endured before. This is beyond the point of physical pain and mental torture. This is worse. This is a line I was naive enough to believe would never be crossed. This
Whiskey.I struggled to my feet and swallowed the whimper that nearly came out. No crying. Monsters don’t cry. One lashing for one tear.Growing up, Ilearned quickly not to cry. The scars on my back are a testament to my lesson. One tear, one lashing. My scars are years old now. No tears mean no lashings, so I letnonefall. I limped to the small sink in the corner of my room and turned on the tap. As per usual, the water was freezing. I cupped my small hands under the stream to catch the water, then gently placed my face into the collected water. I ran my wet fingers over my beaten face, letting the moister wash away the blood. I cupped my hands again and washed more water over my face. I did this until the water that dripped from my face lost its red tinge.
Whiskey. If I change without permission, the punishments that I endure are unlike anything else. They have this purple liquid, and when they inject it into me, it’s like I am burning from the inside out. It's the worst punishment by far. “Oh, please give me a reason to hurt you” Spencer sneered down at me. Heknelt downbeside me, right next to my face. He grabbed my chin and turned my head so that I would look at him. “Show me the monster, then I can really have my fun with you. Johnny Boy had his turn last night, now I want mine” he hissed
Whiskey. I hate this place. I hate this smell. The stench of wet dog and fear.It’srepugnant. When someone dies suddenly, they leave behind the stench of their last thoughts.I'vecome to find that most of the time those thoughts are ones of fear. I hate the smell of it.It'swhat comes after, that I like the most. The scent of death. Blood, mixed with pain and a hint of helplessness, all thrown together with the scent of decaying flesh. That is the smell I like. That is what I want to be able to smell all day. If I could, I wouldinfusethe horrendous sent into a perfume and wear it daily. The bringer of death, carrying with her the scent of your doom. Sounds gooddoesn’tit. This tedious task is st
Whiskey. “Watch the screen” he snapped. He let go of my chin and backed away from me, letting the screen come back into view. The pictures began to change in quick succession, flicking through the gruesome images. It stopped again on another wolf, its belly was cut open and its guts were spilled out on the ground. The chair warmed again, and for a brief second, Iwasn’tcold. Then it changed to a small group of giant wolves, all standing together with their big teeth facing at the camera. The collar whirled to life and the pain shot through me once again. I trembled and shook violently as I screamed in pain.I'mnot going to be able to hold out too much longer. The electricity stopped and I took a large gasp of air. I was panting and sweating, but no tears fell. I think dying would be easier than this. Iwouldn’teven care how painful the death was,as long asit resulted in me not being here any longer. I wo
Whiskey.I searched the village before it got too dark. It was only a small one. I'd say home to maybe less than sixty. Well, was home to them, not anymore. I did manage to find the pack library after a bit of ransacking. It was quite small, but the books and scrolls were very old, the oldest one dating back six hundred years. It was a journal kept by an Alpha at the time. He had decent handwriting, though my old Russian was a little rusty, so a lot of the text was a mystery to me. The yellowing pages were filled with pictures and diagrams and detailed notes. One word stood out among the rest.Boginya.Goddess. I read through the journal a bit more, until I was fully satisfied. This pack havedefinitely hadcontact with the Moon Goddess, or at least one of her descendants. I slipped the journal into my bag to go through more thoroughly another time.
Whiskey.As I watched the blissful and unaware smile on her face, an idea popped into my mind. I smirked down at the two bodies and slipped my blade away, then I went about putting my idea into motion. Silently I moved around the bed, the whole time the woman stayed peacefully asleep, completely unaware of the scare she was about to get. I rolled the dead man's face in his own blood, covering him all over. Then very gently I grabbed the woman’s hands and covered them in the blood as well. As I smeared the blood over the sleeping woman’s hand, I couldn’t contain the evil smirk that spread across my face. She was stupid to let her guard down. She was more stupid to get involved with a man. Love is weakness. She'll learn. I'm making sure of that. Once they were both sufficiently covered in blood, I pulled out the knife I stole from the last room and stabbed a few more holes into the dead man’s upper body. Then I gently placed th
Zelena. Gunner’s arms came around my stomach and he leaned his chin on my shoulder. “You okay?” he asked softly. “I’m good” I answered and reached up to tap his cheek. He turned his face and kissed the palm of my hand. “You were crying again” he said, like I hadn’t already known that. “Well, pregnant ladies cry, Mighty Alpha” I quipped and turned to face him with a smirk. He didn’t answer me right away, just gazed down at me. “You sure you’re alright?” he asked more gently. He cupped my cheek and I leaned into his touch. “I’m fine. Thinking of Cole and Tobias just makes me sad sometimes”. Gunner smiled sadly and ran his thumb over the corner of my mouth. “Me too” he said softly before leaning in to press a soft kiss to my waiting lips. “I love you” I said looking up into his beautiful blue eyes. “I love you more” he smiled back. “It’s not a competition” I grumbled and pinched his peck. He laughed and rubbed at the spot. “It’s not. There's just more of
Zelena. Grief is difficult. It's a hard feeling to navigate. With the addition of my bouts of guilt and regret, I wasn’t sure I was ever going to find my way through it. If I’m honest, I’m still working my way through it. Every new day is different from the last. It's strange really. One day I will be fine, filled with happiness and joy, enjoying my family and my life. The next, something as simple as hearing the term ‘Little One’ will set me off on hours of crying and wishing for things to be different. Grief is weird. It's true when people say that you never actually get over the pain, you just learn to live with it. Not being alone with my pain is a huge help. Gunner and I are both working through our grief. Everyone is really. Losing Cole, Tobias, and Aurora. Plus, Cleo and all the other fighters that sacrificed their lives. Those losses hit us all really hard. Even with all that loss, we’ve gained a lot as well. Thanks to Aurora, the hunters are basically extinct. A special t
Whiskey. “I know” Zelena whispered with a slight nod of her head. She pushed her other arm forward with her palm facing me. A wave of energy hit me, like a truck hitting a mountain at top speed. My entire body jolted with the force, down to the tiniest atom. The air was stolen from my lungs and my vision went black. I felt like a giant hand was inside my body, pulling it apart piece by piece. The pain was incredible. I could feel every part of myself being torn to shreds. I tried to scream, but no sound came. I tried to fight, but my body was no longer under my control. This must be what death feels like. I can’t imagine it being anything else. There was a pressure inside my chest, like something was pulling it open. It built and built, tearing and ripping at my essence. It was almost too much, I was ready to give in to it. After all that I have endured, and all the pain that has been inflicted on my body over my lifetime, I still kept fighting. I was never worn down to the point of
Whiskey.It was a fucking dragon. The glowing light dimmed, just enough for me to find a small human frame within the dragon's glow. It was Zelena. The dragon was with Zelena. How could this be possible? “Whiskey” a voice called out. I took a step back as I looked up at the beast. Dragons aren’t real, I told myself. Plus, this dragon was odd. It wasn’t a physical being. Its face, its wings, its body, it was all made out of light. I could see the electrical currents tethering all the pieces together. Almost like it was made of pure energy. “Whiskey” the voice called again. It came from both Zelena and the dragon, almost like they spoke at the same time, in the same voice. I stumbled back a few more steps, but Zelena and the dragon just kept coming. “You’re reign of death is over” the dragon called. This is unexpected. But I’ve never quit before, and I sure as shit won’t be starting today. I steadied my feet and squared my shoulders. I summoned another icicle sword, now holding
Whiskey. I swung my arm towards Zelena, letting fly the spear of black ice. It got her in the upper right side of her chest, sending her flying back to the ground. A proud smile filled my face as another weapon materialized in my grip. I was about to hit her again when I was sent flying back through the air. I dropped the shard of ice and used my own power to cushion the landing. Gunner was poised and ready to attack. Zelena was still laying on the ground, I knew she was going to be easy to be rid of, just one hit and she was out. I pulled on that dark feeling inside me, tugging on the string of power that was in me now. Another icy shard appeared in my hand, and I hurled it toward Gunner. He dodged to the side, missing the spear, and then charged toward me. I didn’t even need to think about it now, the weapons just came to my hands as I thought of them. I leaned on my back foot and steadied my feet, then I hurled dagger after dagger at Gunner. One hit his shoulder, but it didn’t
Whiskey. Tobias hit the deck like a sack of shit. A pulling sensation tugged at my heart. Like the shriveled piece of brown beef thumping in my chest was going to suddenly come to life and feel something for the big dumb oaf. Yeah right. Once he was down, the fighters that he waved away all charged at me in unison. Some shifted into their beasts, others tempted fate on their human legs. It didn’t really matter either way. They were all going to die by my hand one way or the other. I cut each of them down easily, and all the others that tried their luck with me. It appears these animals are just as dumb as all the other stupid dogs that I’ve fought. Never learning where they lay on the food chain. Never realising that they’re doomed from the moment they decide to fight against me. They’re all the same. Single minded, foolish animals. The fight had us slowly moving through the village, leaving a breadcrumb trail of bodies along the way. They just kept coming, one after the other. I
Zelena. I flew off to the side with so much speed. The force at which I hit Gunner’s shield made my brain wobble inside my skull. My hold dropped and Whiskey landed back on the ground on her feet. Keeping the shield in place, Gunner growled and stepped toward Whiskey with his claws ready. I quickly stood up and raced to stop him, but I was sent flying back into the shield once again. When I went to get back up again, a sharp pain shot through my chest, and I yelped out in pain. I looked down to the source of the irritation and froze. Shit. A long black jagged piece of ice was protruding from my chest. It’s the darkness. I produced the same type of weapon once. The sting of ice in my veins intensified and the cold emptiness of the darkness filled my chest. I snapped my head to Whiskey who was about to launch another in my direction. Before the fresh shard of black ice left her hand, Gunner swung his arm out in her direction. The shield around us dropped and Gunner retrained all of his
Zelena. Gunner took my hand and I turned to follow behind him. Lupus was marching at his side, the two of them whispering harshly. I couldn’t focus on what they were saying, I was too taken aback by the bodies we passed. My eyes caught on a woman lying face down on the ground with a gaping wound in her back. Another with his neck broken at an ungodly angle. Three or four wolf bodies followed quickly after. How could one person do so much damage? A rush of magic tickled across my skin and the air around us felt thinner and light. Gunner stopped walking and turned to look at me. “Do you feel it?” he asked. I nodded and lifted my head higher. “She’s literally sucking the air out of the village” I answered. “How are you supposed to fight against that?” Lupus grunted angrily. “I have powers too” I said as I lifted my hands and erected a shield around the three of us. The air immediately felt normal again, further proven by the sigh and deep breath Lupus took. “Let’s go” I c
Zelena. I swallowed the pain in my chest and stood up slowly on shaking legs. Gunner grabbed my arm, half to help me stand, and I expect half to stop me from bolting right for the door. Smith and Felix followed my movements, both of them also rising slowly. Smith’s growl rumbled lowly through the room, quickly followed by Felix, then Lupus. The symphony of growls rolled around the room, all blending into one angry song. I hadn’t realised it at first, but my own growl joined the angry tune. All of us rumbled out how worried, angry, and ready to fight we were. I pulled my arm from Gunner’s hold and stepped toward the door. My claws extended and my bones ached through my anger and the desire the change. I pulled the Goddess power into my body. It tingled across my skin, fed my soul, and filled me with energy. “Let’s get to it then” I snarled. My anger was palpable. Family be damned, if my own sister has hurt Tobias, MY Tobias, I will finish her where she stands. I will reign the pain