Wolf's side.
Leaves crunched under Daryl's paws as he angrily stalked through the wood. In his mind he was conjuring up every curse word he knew that he could throw at his father when he returned from his hunt. He growled as he thought of his father's words. Protect Dimitri, precious Dimitri, next in line to be Alpha, has to be waited on paw and foot.
Screw Dimitri. Good for nothing mutt! He was only half werewolf and everyone thought he was so great. What made him more special than Daryl? His ordinary human mother, his fondness for others, his ability to make his father smile?
Who gave a damn? Daryl was the son of a powerful She-wolf. He was stronger than Dimitri, faster than Dimitri, smarter, handsomer, better in every way. But he could not lead the pack? He was of age, fifteen like any other wolf. The oldest of the Alpha's sons but he was in the shadow of his seven year old brother?
Daryl had argued time and time again with his father to let him become Alpha but there was only one way to gain what he wanted most. The condition made him cringe. He had to find a mate. But who was worthy? Who could be worthy of the companionship of such a strong, brave, powerful, perfect wolf like Daryl? No one could-
Daryl stopped dead in his tracks. A breeze ruffled his fur and filled his nostrils with a scent that was unfamiliar to him. He sniffed the air again and filled his lungs up with the heavenly aroma. Daryl's acute ears heard voices close by. He listened.
"Mommy is it time yet?" asked the voice of an angel, soft and gentle. Daryl needed to find the owner of this voice. He drew in a breath, tensed his muscles and took off in the direction of the voice.
As he neared the angel Daryl sharp vision caught glimpses of her. Red, black and white. Daryl slowed when he realised she wasn't alone. A bigger version of the angel who looked less enchanting was with her. Daryl ignored her and watched the angel. She was so small. She looked like one of those delicate china dolls he had once seen in an antique shop window when he was very young. She looked nothing like the She-wolves he had come across. They were muscled, boisterous and, for lack of a better word, gross. Being in the forest all the time meant they didn't usually bathe and since they were wolves they weren't very civilised. Daryl stared at the angel; nope, not like that at all.
She was a tiny angel. If Daryl had to give a rough guess he'd say she was five or six. The age difference was a little much but Daryl was ignoring the rational side of his being. He wanted the angel, plain and simple. And he would take her, easy.
Daryl stepped forward and a twig crunched under his paw. His angel and the woman were gone then, they'd shot away like a bullet. Daryl was shocked for an instant but composed himself and took off after them. The woman had just made enemies with the wrong werewolf!
Daryl pushed his muscled to go faster with all their force. Her scent was getting stronger, her voice closer. She was crying. That woman was making his angel cry. Daryl howled furiously and snarled. He could see them now. He ran faster, faster than ever before and leaped out in front of them.
The woman pushed his angel behind her in her effort to keep them apart. Daryl was going to tear her apart slowly for what she was doing. The woman turned to his angel and spoke but her words were gibberish to Daryl. He wasn't in control right now. His inner beast was...
His angel ran away then. The woman had finally released her. Now she could pay. Daryl pounced on her and tore a chunk out of her throat. Her blood tasted foul. She wasn't his first kill but she was definitely his most satisfying. He let out a victorious howl.
The woman's body limp and lifeless, he tossed it aside and followed his angel; sure she would be relieved to see him. He was gaining on her, and no matter how many times he howled or barked she did not slow. Had she not heard him?
Daryl decided to stopped her himself by leaping out in front of her. He was positive she would see that. His angel stopped and looked shocked for a moment. Then her body shook violently as if she were freezing and her eyes unfocused, her expression far away. Daryl was worried that something had happened to her. Had the woman done something to her when his back was turned? In a moment of panic Daryl leaped at her in an attempt to see if she was alright but suddenly a devastating pain shot up his front leg. A dagger made of silver was plunged deep. The silver burned Daryl's flesh and he let out a few agonizing howls of pain before he finally got the dagger out with his teeth and tossed it.
Daryl looked at his angel, confused. She was glaring at him murderously. A look Daryl felt his inner beast tremble against. His angel was not small and fragile, porcelain that could so easily break. No, she was a warrior trapped in the body of a child! She must have attacked him because she had not known he was not a treat to her. Daryl decided to test her bravery but giving a frightening, low growl that always scent his prey running. She didn't budge. Didn't blink. She just kept up that steady glare. He growled louder and fiercer. Still as a statue she stayed. It was incredible witnessing such fearlessness from a little girl.
Daryl limped forward. He needed to be close to her. Closer, closer. When they were inches apart every muscle in his body ached to touch her and hold her as her scent engulfed him. Daryl would show her what he was at that moment. He concentrated, ready to change when he felt it. His father, the Alpha calling. A silent whisper in his mind telling him to return. Daryl gazed longingly at his angel's stone features one last time before turning away from her and running awkwardly -on account of his wound- back to his pack. He wanted to cry out for leaving her but an Alpha's order must be obeyed no matter what.
But that would change soon. Because Daryl had undoubtedly found the one; his angel, his mate.
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