His Wolf

Thirty-Six

A hand was around the back of my neck mot a mere second after the words left my mouth. Claws dug themselves into my skin, blood leaking down my skin as Ben jumped to his feet, a warning snarl going the crackling fire as the only sound in the room.

The Lycan king still sat in front of me, his eyes hard and narrow, jaw clenched in agitation.

"Mind your tongue boy, or my wife rips it out for you." The claws dug themselves deeper, "I don't know what possessed you into thinking that you could show up here and play games with us. Our daughter is dead. Killed by hunters on the very day she was born."

"Taken. Not killed, but taken," another squeeze and her claws were inches from piercing the second layer of flesh in my neck, "I'm not playing games, sir. And it wasn't hunters, it was one of our own-"

"A supernatural?" His voice held enough hope to give me the confidence to continue.

I nodded, "Yes, a werewolf in fact."

His lip twitched up in a silent snarl, "One of yours." 

His accusation and hostile tone had my head shaking in response, only to be stopped by the tearing of flesh as the Lycan queen's claws cut through it like scissors on wrapping paper. Ben took a lethal step in her direction, but I held up a hand to stop him.

"No. I would never do something like that. Besides, I was barely even a pup myself," I looked the man in the eyes, begging him to understand. I couldn't see his wife, but I willed her to see my expression through her husband. Hoping that she saw that I was being truthful. Her hand slackened slightly, but her claws were still inches away from ripping out my throat. I felt her breath on the side of my face, her canines grazing the skin of my ear as she spoke in a hushed tone. Her anger and skepticism lacing their way around her words.

"Why should we even believe you? What could you possibly hope to gain from this. Power, a title?" the snarl in the spoke words was harsh and bitter. Years of guilt and sorrow rippling through her, "If you speak the truth if you know where she is, and your using it for your own gain-"

"I would never-" Her canines were right against my ear now, the thunderous growl causing my sensitive ears to ring in displeasure.

"Unless you interrupt me to tell me where my pup is, I suggest you keep your muzzle shut until I am finished speaking." My wolf bristled at the tone that was thrown at us, the disrespect tugging at his tail.

I gritted my teeth to keep myself from lashing out. Ben watched me intently, waiting for some kind of signal or sign to act. I gave none. I couldn't give in to the temptation to snarl back in her face, she was hurting and grieving over a daughter, an heir that they believed to be dead. And a stranger walks onto their land saying she knows where she is? I didn't blame them for the hostile actions. Besides, Lycans were known to be a bit on the harsher side of things than most supernaturals, being closer to their wild side than most. Lycans were one of the first supernaturals to come into exitance, the royals being more purebred than the others of their kind.

"Your daughter," I looked down at the blood that ran down my chest and back up at the king, before turning my head to the side in an attempt to look the queen in the eyes, my lips peeled back slightly in an attempt to keep my wolf at bay, "is with my pack."

"Why would you have taken in a Lycan?" his majesty snorted, but I kept my head turned to the side, my wolf seeking the face of our little mate's mother.

"Because," I could only see a wisp of black hair as it fell over her shoulder, a tan, sharp jaw that was tense, the muscles underneath bunching from the action, "she is my mate."

Finally, I could see her eyes. When the words left my mouth, her hand loosened a considerable amount, my breathing coming back to normal. She lifted her head away from my ear, canines retracting as she stood and back away. I stood as well, never breaking eye contact from those eyes, shining like the green of the northern lights if not brighter. Those eyes shone like hers. Like her daughters.