I feel like its short, Ha.
CHAPTER 9
Keeans P.O.V
I could feel the wind rushing past me, my eyes focused on my target. I could hear cries behind me some worried and scared. I didn't have time to be scared , or nervous. I had to be brave and I had to protect.
And I would do just that till the day I die.
I felt the collar bone of other wolf as mine smashed into his, sending him stumbling but I was relentless. I kept launching repeatedly, finding purchase at his legs, chest and neck. But when I saw him veer to the right, closer to my pack I was done with toying and small connections .
This had to end, I dug my fore claws into the ground and pushed off, slamming into his side as snarls and growls erupted from both of us.
His midnight fur tore and lifted from his skin, as I wrapped my jaws around the side of his rib. I Growled and he turned his head to attack mine into releasing my hold but I tugged each time he tried. I steadied my self and used all of the strength in my body to throw him backwards.
Trees groaned and shook as his body slammed into them, I looked quickly at my pack, men at the front , some shifted, some not. The women and children looked scared.
Without a second though I turned and charged into the forest where I had thrown the rogue, I listened for a moment to locate his position. Rustling to my left told me where he was , I Pushed through the brush with my head held high, knowing Hitting the trees injured him, but with his size and I'm guessing because of his size that he was old, and with his age , that he would heal quickly.
Wasting no time I scanned the area, finding him crouched in front of me . His yellow eyes burned holes into mine they were filled with hate and persecution. As if I had done something, I didn't recognize his scent, or his appearance. So there was no way I had anything to do with it, my should twinged with pain as I stepped forward, and pressured his mind, he watch my every moment. As I did the same, I huffed and shifted.
The canopy of the trees allowed little light, but It was enough to see the monstrous hunched wolf, I tilted my chin and let my alpha seep through me to my voice, " Shift." His eyes flashed as he let out a low sound, not a growl exactly. But it definitely showed his anger and frustration.
None the less, I repeated. " SHIFT. Rogue, Now." My wolf didn't approve of him disobeying me and his snarls echoed through my mind as I tried to push him back, I would keep the civil, I smelt something , something metallic that was covered earlier and it reeked of innocence, it was the blood of the girl I found in the woods.
Outrage poured through my veins along with pure anger, I felt myself shaking and before I realized I was huffing and breathing hard. I was so focused on the smell of her blood that when Blinked and opened my eyes I almost didn't notice that a man stood before me, showing disrespect, anger in his aged face and overall he just looked pissed.
His nude-ness didn't offend me, or bug me in anyway, growing up as a shifter had me accustomed to being naked and others being naked. His head twitched under my gaze and I looked him over, He had some broken ribs and I had dislocated his shoulder but he was mending fast and the blood on his body was drying.
"Why did you attack my pack?" I stared harder and he cringed slightly but he automatically regained that stupid look on his face.
"My mate was in this pack, and she was murdered, In this pack. " He snarled at me, " Someone from your pack killed my mate!" He shouted at me ," So I decided to find them and kill them."
The madness within showed on his face. "Who was your mate." I demanded
"Cassandra Blightly." He snapped, "She was killed by someone and you let it happen!" I knew that name, but she had been dead for about 3 years. Her daughter left behind by her dad. "YOU KILLED THAT LITTLE GIRL?" I shouted as loud and as angry as I could manage, YOU KILLED ATHALIE?"
The memory of her bloody and spread in this grass flashed infront of my eyes . "YOU, you" I stumbled with my words "You killed your own daughter?"
Horror set in scaring me, If he had been willing to do that, what if we missed him and he got to the packhouse.
"SHE WAS NOT MY DAUGHTER, SHE WAS THERE TO MAKE ME KNOW THAT I WOULD NEVER SEE MY MATE AGAIN. " His face contorted with rage and pain. "She is not my daughter. Nor will she ever be. "
"So you came here to avenge your mate against innocents? Why kill her . Why kill anyone." I snarled at the defiant rogue
"Because you let them take her, one of them took her from me. " He sobbed. "She was MINE!"
Cassandra had been a tragedy, she got cancer and she was an omega. Her body wasnt strong enough to fight it off and she died while he was travelling, everyone knew. He didnt believe though and he ran off. This was before I was alpha though.
"She died of Cancer! There was nothing anyone could have done " I tried to reason. He didnt budge though, He just flung himself at me , not bearing to shift.
I caught him by the throat, and with one hand I broke his neck. " Go be with your mate and child. Maybe they'll forgive you for what you've done." I threw his limp body to this side and stepped back. I looked into the sky , at the stars.
I shook my head, I needed to sleep. I needed to comfort my pack and be strong for them. I turned and shifted, walking back towards my house. I lost about a minute in thought, I didnt notice what I had stepped on until it moved. It was pure white, and long. I looked to what it was attached too, a slender entirely white wolf.
Never before had I seen this wolf but I knew exactly what and who it was, I looked into its green eyes and it clicked.
She shifted!?
I mindlinked, 'KOBEN!'
A small reply sounded in my head. 'Oops?'
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