PHOBOS (King of Beasts)

Goosebumps

~{8 years later}~

"Stop it. Let him go." Low reverberating gnarls of deluging fury boom from deep within my chest. My heart tenses to the sight that lays naked in front of me, no matter how many occasions this has befallen over the past eight years I can never get accustomed to it as he tells me to.

"He commenced it, shallow male. Why must he always fight us when we haven't done anything to him! Is he a masochist or what?" Words of annoyance and raging fierceness are spit down at the battered male who seems to be unconscious.

I glance down at Deimos who lays limp upon the unfriendly ground, he possesses several wounds against his flesh. Deep cuts paint the entirety of his being as he lies with no fight bleeding from every fresh open bruise. One of the juveniles kicks his belly with excessive violence that causes him to splutter more blood with a gruff grunt yet he does nothing to fight back.

Blood. All I see is red thick blood, I wish to flee. I can handle neither the smell nor the sight of it. I had developed this aversion to blood from when I turned ten unaware of the cause.

"I said stop! Touch him again I shall make sure to it that you are punished with severity."

"And what will you do Theia, beat us up with your large bosoms?" A male with hair that resembles the dark skies teases me. The male cackles whilst his tongue seeps out as a vile snake to lick the blood on his hands, his eyes never leaving mine. He taunts me whilst blazing fury ignites my flesh instantly.

"She has the most sensual ones in our pack does she not? I would love that punishment, how about you punish the both of us together and let us have a taste yes?" Another shameful male settles in with his disgusting banter taking predatory steps towards me whilst examining my body with desire from head to toe. Why cannot I seem to fight against their aggressive taunting? I am quite used to this but the feeling of it never fails to instil panic within me.

My cheeks burn with an embarrassment that bounds me. Lips quiver to their blatant harassment, it isn't my fault my body has matured this way. Why must all these juveniles bother me like this?

I am scared, I must run to my brother. But I cannot leave Deimos here to get maltreated further by these males.

"Where has your confidence gone, Theia?" The males ridicule further as I take weak faltering steps backwards. They like it, my dismay. It gives them the pleasure of a quest for they see me as this lamb, this prey they can devour with ease. The final prize. It never matters to them that I am the Alpha's daughter for the title was awarded to me at birth. I didn't fight for it, this they see as unworthiness.

"C-Cron-" I begin to summon my brother yet before I could finish beckoning him a large calloused fist pummels into the cheek of the nearest juvenile to me shattering his jaw scraping him off his front teeth. A minute shriek of surprise leaves my lips to the barbarity I witness.

"Speak of her again that way and you shall perish from my hands. I will send you to the moon. Revolting wolves." Deimos roars with a ferocity proceeding to stand in front of me whilst his palm gently shifts me by my hip urging me to take shelter behind his heat. I grasp onto the back of his shirt for dear life my hands trembling to the verbal assault I just received.

He is vulnerable limping on one leg, right eye swollen shut as he unveils his teeth at the relentless lustful males. He shall protect me despite his current physical frailty.

"You possess no power here, Deimos. This is not your pack." The title Deimos holds is often uncared for, the juveniles ceaselessly taking advantage of his instability to his parent's death. Of his delay in his reign.

"But I do." My brother's mighty voice echoes through the empty field as I take a deep breath of relief.

The juveniles' eyes widen as they stiffen to his unexpected abrupt presence. "Alpha Cronus." They greet him their bodies quaking with anxiety to face the potential consequences of their actions that he shall undoubtedly deliver.