Celestial Wulf Chronicles Book# 5 Sacrifice's

CLASH

Halfway to One-eye, Sable transforms. His leisurely tail swishing, his loping run, his lolling tongue, excited demeanor. All of it; melts. His body stiffens, his ears drop to flatten against his furred skull, his tail points straight out behind him. He half lowers towards the ground, continuing his approach in crouching formation. Every backstep falls into the print before it, like...like a tiger.

Recognizing his fighting technique. My mates' ruthless fighting skills emerge. Trained by a wer- tigress as well as wulves. Sables' muscles coiling tightly like springs, his slow-rising footfalls become ghost-like. The very air charges with static. Sables' foot falls inch deliberate. When Sable's forepaws stepped with steady firmness upon the earth. His hind paws fell right into the footprint of the front ones.

Sable's head slowly lowers to align parallel with his shoulders. His ears press so firmly against his skull, they seemingly disappeared into his thick fur. Sabalius pulsates a killing desire so powerful that a continuous aura palpitates towards us in constant waves.

Sabalius's intents final proof. Comes heard emitting from the static crackles, popping, hinting at Sabalius's underlying fury. The closer my mate inched towards one eye. The more deadly his physical form became. Electricity limning his body extends into living tendrils, violently lashing the ground. Lengthening with each approaching step. Leaving in their wake, charred-roped imprints.

Above us, Previous white vaporous afternoon clouds Thicken into a single midnight mushroom cloud, ever-expanding upon heaven by the sound of repeated booming thunder. Finally, As if black dye were being poured, Opal black thunder clouds pillow, snuffing out daylight.

Electric skeletal hands are seen reaching, clasping, collide producing crackling flashes of lighting. Blazing brightly from within the black vaporous gases, through the onset of a torrential downpour. Sable does not sway. His pelt is unaffected, neither succumbing nor drenched under the barraging torrent.

Vaporizing the rain, Sabalius discharging electricity dances along with the hair follicles from the ridge of his neck down to his tail. With sizzling zaps having formed behind his ears, Electricity dances in repeated ripples down fur follicles to his tail before with repeated crackles, pop. Turning the falling torrent to heated steam as it falls, creeping ever closer. I watch it all and know; this is a blood bath. But a huff suddenly breaks my focus.

My ethereal burning orbs turn, are drawn to its source, Beta. Beneath the watery onslaught, he is soaked. Yet his focus and body are stone on this battle. He does not move, does blink away the water coursing his eye. He watches. I can only imagine what he is thinking.

"Sabalius's intent is clear, murder. He will kill . . ... No, I am wrong. For the suffering and pain he caused Alpha and our family. Sabalius is going to eviscerate one-eye . . .. Utterly. I have seen him like this one time before. Remembering the 2,000 residents of a town he annihilated over a cub who was none other than his destined Alpha mate, we met when we went home. But we were cubs then. Now. Now, my brother is no cub. He is something far worse. Sabalius is to be feared."

Shifting them, I look to mama "he is pure guardian mama," her eyes meet mine, glowing opal. Her wish is just as sadistic. "No baby, this...... isss revengeee." Her lips curl upwards, uncovering nine-inch fangs. Stiffly, her forelegs spread apart. Mama's hackles do not bend beneath the water's pelleting assault. Mama's own rare gift. One only Alejandro and I share emerges. Revealing the depth of mama Alpha's loathing for one eye. Her gums secrete a light- reddish-colored saliva coating her fangs; poison blood. SHE'S PISSED.

Like a cobra, with one bite, mama Alpha's salvia, in seconds, will liquefy flesh and bone. Only Alejandro and I are immune. Why? We don't know. I stare, watching mama for a moment longer. Then I return my gaze. Watching Sabalius stealthy approach.