Lycanthropy

Down the hall:

I could hear her growl, fiercely.

“I’m not done with you! I will find you in your pack, I’ll visit your sorry ass, and then you will explain to me everything!” She yelled to the man.

I heard her walk towards me, and when she came around the corner, she was surprised to see me standing there. Waiting for her. She was taken aback by my casual attitude.

“Who are you?” She asked me.

“Alpha Daniel, my pack lives close by.” No lie there.

“Alpha Emerson, the northern region is mine.” She said.

“I know. Care to share a drink with me?” I asked her.

“Please, that’s all I wanted, before I got interrupted continuously.” She replied.

I had shown her the way to my personal resting room, where a pool table, couches and most important, a bar was stationed. As I poured in a glass of whiskey for her, she relaxed a little. Her white fur on her back, returned inside of her body, and her bulky muscles relieved themselves, leaving me the sight of her beautiful skin, between the black satin sashes.

She took a sip from her whiskey, and took a seat on one of the barstools.

“So, do you know what he meant? About me being a monster?” She suddenly asked me.

Was that a little bit of shame there? She had her head bowed down above her glass, and her breathing became almost non-existent.

“Yes, I might. But what will it get me, if I tell you?”

She shoved the drink across the bar, towards me, and stood up, ready to walk away. Her shame had made place for some sort of anger now.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked her.

“Going to find that man again, and kill him if needed. He will tell me more, and I won’t have to pay him anything for the information.” She stated irritated and continued her walk to the door.

I grabbed her arm as I wanted to halt her in leaving the room. Where I had touched her, her skin burned up and left a slight tingle to my hand. Instantly I let go, and didn’t want to spend my thoughts about it. My wolf however, was now in such a state, that he was almost unbearable to handle.

“She is not our mate!” I yelled to him.

It must be some static energy, that just released from her skin. That’s all. She must have been thinking the same, because she didn’t react to the touch at all either.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you leave.” I said.

“And why is that?” She asked me with almost blackened eyes.

“Because if you kill that wolf, the King’s guard would definitely capture you. Which would be a waste of your time, as you have to take care of your pack tomorrow again.”

“And why would the King bother himself with a wolf being dealt with, for the crimes he had committed? It is my full right to kill my father in single combat, if I wanted to. Of which I am actually intending to be doing.”

Several things were running through my mind now. What crimes did the man commit, for her to be so furious about. And did she just say that the man is her father? Her own father committed a crime against her?

“What happened?” I asked her.

“Why should I tell you?”

“If you do, I’ll tell you what you are.” I said to her.

She sighed, then walked inside again and grabbed the glass of whiskey, which she had pushed away moments ago. In one gulp she took it in, and poured herself a new one, as she stepped behind the bar.

I watched how she did everything, not giving a shit about how anyone around her would think of her. She just does the things in her own way, and I was getting curious as to how she became so cold, and un-caring of her own existence.

We sat together on one of the couches, a few feet in between us. I sat back, relaxing myself, and she put one of her knees on the couch, and turned her upper body towards me, so she could face me while talking.

She drank the glass of whiskey empty, again in one go.

“Just one more, just a second.” She said, and went for the bar again.

“Why not bring the bottle here? And bring my glass as well.” I said to her.

I was actually joking, not intending to drink the whole bottle down. And for a second I could see her eyes squinting, thinking about whether I ordered her to bring my glass along, or if I just asked it. She looked at her glass, and then the bottle again.

“Yes, if you want to hear my story, you probably need some whiskey too. As it is not for the faint of heart, to hear what I’m going to tell you.” She said, shaking me out of my former thought. She wasn’t thinking about me commanding her, she was thinking about what she was going to tell me.

“I don’t know why I’m going to tell you this, as I haven’t told anyone about it before. Only my Beta knows about it, because he had to endure all of the same.” She started.

I got even more curious now, as to what had happened with her. Apparently whatever had occurred in her past, her Beta knows what she has been through, so maybe that is why they are so casually intimate with each other.

She had told me about her former pack, and about her father killing her mother, with the assistance of her Alpha. Then she told me about her training, being sold off and all the torture and fighting she had gone through.

She was right about the whiskey, I needed more.

The raping and abusing that she had to face, had thrown out all of her emotions, as the way she shared her history with me, was without a tear, or hitch in words. It was as if she was solely stating facts, instead of using empathy in her own experience. She was telling it, as if it were someone else’s story, yet it wasn’t. It was hers.

My wolf got angrier by the second, he was furious that we weren’t there to get her out of it. She has been spending eight years in solitude and submission, instead of being with me!

“So, you do like her!” My wolf, said.

“No.” And I shut him off.

I was wondering why she didn’t went to her father before, as she had stayed in her pack for over a year. She could have easily travelled to her old pack, to confront him about it.

“Why should I? I know exactly where that coward and his Alpha lives, so I will get my information eventually. And if I would kill them, their pack would become rightfully mine, of which I don’t have interest in. My whole former pack are cowards, as they didn’t have the guts to reject their own Alpha. They were both in on the murder of my mother, and they will receive my wrath eventually, but why not play with their fear a little? And why not let them be on the constant watch for my arrival? They fear me already, and that is good enough for now.” She said.

I was beginning to understand her motive. She was so completely aware of her own strength, that she had no fear or reluctance into waiting for her, to execute her judgement towards the men. She knows for certain, that they will get what they deserve, so why bother to stress about it?

She doesn’t have the urge, to scour the planet, to search and find them, because they know that if they ran, she will find them anyway. It is like she is death herself, something that you can’t deny, and something that you know will happen anyway. It’s only a game of waiting for her to arrive.