Zelena. “You asked for this gathering, why are we here?” Gunner’s voice called, dripping with authority and roughness. Roe stood up and Lupus gently patted her hip in a show of support. “I’ve gotten the Russian Were to tell me some info about the attack on his pack” she said softly. Her eyes flicked over to mine briefly before she dropped them again. I didn’t miss the glimmer of fear she was hiding in there though. “And, what did he tell you?” Gunner asked, this time his voice sounding much more gentle. “He said a monster came, the Besomar, and it killed everyone” Roe said, still not lifting her eyes. “Besomar?” I asked, “That’s what he called me when Doyle brought him in”. “Yes” Roe nodded. “What is a Besomar?” Felix asked from across the table. “It’s like a demon” Roe choked a little on the word ‘demon’. “He thinks a demon attacked his home?” Gunner scoffed. “Besomar is an evil spirit. It is said that the person or animal that Besomar possesses, is no l
Zelena. The feeling of falling pulled me upright. I opened my eyes, and I was now standing on my human feet, in front of me was the ever beautiful Selene. “Hello, daughter of mine” she sang happily. “Mother” I smiled half heartedly, “You heard me” I said with a huff. “I am always listening” she said as she turned and wondered, more like glided, through the field of white flowers. “What can I do for you, my girl?” her melodic voice called. There is a lot I wanted to ask her, a lot that I was desperate to understand. But one question stood above the rest. “I need to know if you knew” I replied, stepping toward her. She didn’t answer right away, but I know she heard me, I know that she knows what I'm talking about. Could she have been behind this prophecy the entire time? Did she create us, Whiskey and I, only for us to die? Is this all her doing? “Yes” she said quietly as she turned back to face me. “How long?” I asked solemnly. Pain raked through my chest at her
Zelena. Back at the house, I found Roe in the kitchen. It's almost like she doesn’t like the other rooms of the house, besides maybe the library. She could have gone back to bed, no one would have thought any less of her for it. But no, even in the middle of the night, Roe will always find a way to busy herself with cooking. “Hi” I said as I sat on a stool at the bench, “Zelena, sweetheart, are you doing okay?” she asked while putting down the knife she was using to slice a giant watermelon. I pulled a slice off the cutting board and took a quick bite before smiling. “I’ll be alright” I answered her honestly. She narrowed her eyes and put her hand on her apron covered hip. She didn’t even need to say anything, she just looked at me with that motherly stare. “Really Roe, I know what needs to be done. I understand it now” I told her with a nod. She stood up straight, dropping her hand and looking at me with concern. “What do you mean?” she asked shakily. I put the rind o
Zelena. It’s not like Tobias to miss something like this. I reached out to him through our bond. *Tobias?* I flashed. But nothing came back, just emptiness. *Tobias, is everything okay?* I tried again. But still no response. If something had gone wrong, we would have been alerted. Tobias is a large Were, not easily hidden or unnoticed. But he fainted, just a couple of hours ago. Maybe there is something really wrong, maybe he is unconscious someone out in the forest. *Tobias!* I yelled through the flash, but still got nothing back. I don’t like this, something is up. I came back to the room while they were talking about the search parties spreading out towards the borders. “Where’s Tobias?” I asked Gunner a little urgently. “He was with Elaine and Venus last I heard” he answered casually. I bit my lip and looked over at Smith. He was talking with Felix, but his eyes were on me. “Did you see him? Was he alright?” I asked Gunner on a whisper. That piqued his int
Zelena.“There’s something I haven’t told you” Gunner piped up. I turned to look at him and frowned. I don’t think I can handle any more bad news at this point in time. “What?” I blanched. “To get her to come with me, back to the pack, I did something to her” he said hesitantly. “What did you do?” Smith asked with a snap in his tone. Gunner faced him and growled, swiftly shutting down any possibility of a challenge. Smith stepped back and dropped his head, conceding to Gunner. “I used some kind of compulsion on her” Gunner admitted. I hand to shake my head a little to make sure I heard him right. “Compulsion? Like an Alpha command?” Felix asked before I did. Gunner shook his head and rested his hands on the table. “No, I don’t think so. It didn’t feel like it at least” he said while looking at his hands. I looked down at my feet to think if anything like that has happened to me. I can’t picture any time that I managed to compel someone to do something against their will.
Whiskey. I gave Tobias and the angry woman a large birth and made my way back to the shed where they had been keeping the prisoner. The searching warriors were moving further away from the village, just as I had hoped they would. This should be a quick and relatively easy task. Not even Gunner and his little bitch Mate will get in the way of my mission. I climbed onto the same tyre, under the same window, and peered through the dirty glass once more. Gunner’s mother and father had left now, but the prisoner wasn’t left alone. One of the dirty wolves from Doyle’s pack was now joined by three people, probably members of Gunner’s pack. Though looking at the fowl glare and the dishevelled appearance of one of the humans, and the fact that he hung rather close to the wolf, I think it’s a safe assumption to guess he is one of Doyle’s. Taking down four measly animals is child’s play. I'm determined not to let that blue eyed bastard get away from me for a second time. Hopefully, I've gotten
Whiskey. He didn’t say her name, but I could take a good guess as to who he was talking about. Fucking Zelena. It doesn’t take much to make me angry, it never has. But I have always been able to maintain a firm grip on my anger. Showing any kind of emotion, even considering letting my anger explode, would have resulted in punishment. Learning to control myself happened very quickly in life. Hearing this dog's words, his dying jesting, his attempt at angering me, it worked a treat. My skin turned icy cold with the fury that rolled through me. This pathetic mutt thinks that she is better than me. ME! He is crazy, he must have lost too much blood, it’s made him delusional. There is no one equal to me. No one even comes close. I am the best killer this world has ever seen. I am an unstoppable force. I am the god-damn merchant of death. I will rip that fucking bitch to pieces, along with every other fucking dog in this pack. And every pack, all over the world. I WILL END THE WEREWOLF SPEC
Whiskey. “Ready to die?” I sneered at the wolf. It growled and lifted its head to the sky, a loud howl filled the air. Fucking coward, it's calling for backup. I threw my arm forward, letting fly the pole I was holding. It swiftly cut the air and hit the hip of the dog. Its howl died in an instant and it jumped back, dislodging the pole from its leg. I didn’t wait for the wolf to ready itself, and instead, I charged toward it with the hatchet primed and ready to slice it open. I swung out for its throat as I reached it, but it was faster than I gave it credit for. The wolf jumped back while lifting the top half of its body at the same time, meaning the hatchet only just connected with its chest. Enough to cut through the skin, but not deep enough to debilitate it. As I was running full pelt, I couldn’t stop before colliding with the stinky beast, so I drop my shoulder and rammed myself into its upper chest as we collided. It was enough to flip the beast off balance, the force made it
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