Rosie's Book

8

"Shut the fuck up you asshole, it wasn't my fault she vanished from the face of the disgusting earth you love to play on!" My son loves to poke the wolf, showing the pack he isn't just my first born and heir, he wants to prove to the pack that his heart is as black as the fur covering his body in wolf form.

Snarling and baring my teeth, my body is at its full six foot eight inches tall when in human form. Legs astride while my chest is puffed out, shoulders back and head held high. The energy radiating from my body isn't missed on the rest of the pack, they stand back lowering their heads waiting for my wrath to be released on this pup. A pup of my bloodline yet still a pack member who is wrongly challenging a decision I made in regard to Rosie Chelsea-Black, our Alpha and mate to Mikkel.

Lower lip curled, my fist clenched tightly and in his face before he has realised just how far his defiance has stretched. With his body thrown back from the hit, my right hand reaches out to grab his black t-shirt. Pulling him forward my head connects with his as my left leg raised, is thrust into his stomach. Throwing him away from my body he lands on the wooden floor then slides to the end of the Great Hall where his head slams with such force into the brick wall that the brick shatters and crumbles around him. Shifting into the wolf form my howl of anger bounces off the walls sending a thunderous vibration into the foundations of the Temple we are in. Running towards the pup, my wolf form lands above him, straddling his body with my front paws digging, in order to remove the shards of brick, stopping when I see the flesh of his neck. The artery in his neck is pumping hard with adrenaline and blood. Licking my lips, my eyes rest on the pumping of blood in his neck, he fights back with his lower body knowing it will not do him any good to remove his neck from my line of sight. Ignoring his legs struggling to kick my ass and back, my tongue licks my lips again allowing the tension in the room to feed my anger and ego. With a speed humans can not fathom, my teeth are locked on his throat waiting for the cry of submission. Like hell am I going to release this pup until he understands where in the pack he falls. So fucking what if he is my blood, he is pack first, son second. Hell only Fenrir knows just how many kids I have, he was lucky enough to make it this far in his life. Let me explain something to you all, we are a pack of wolves with a high sex drive. I am sure you will learn more about us as Rosie continues to tell you about her life.

"ULMER!" the hackles on my back raise, the tingle in my body acknowledges the unspoken order from Mikkel, my Alpha. Just because my soul recognises the order, doesn't mean I am going to follow through right away. I am the second in-command, Mikkels right hand man and blood brother. One of the Original Pack members, my heart and soul are as black as the galaxy and I will NOT allow this seed on the floor to disrespect me again.

"Don't make me talk to you like a dog, you are above that vermin." His tone may sound bored, I know better. Releasing my hold, I can see the blood drops releasing from the puncture marks. Satisfaction flows through me but I would have loved to have taken his life instead. Just because we are pack and blood related, does not mean this pain in the ass gets away without a lesson on his place in this pack. Turning my back on Storr, yes, I did turn my back knowing he can't take me. No, that isn't arrogance it is a bloody fact. Walking towards my Alpha with my head slightly lowered and tail down, my body transforms back into the naked body of my human persona. Standing there before Mikkel I nod, then walk over to the built-in wardrobe where with casual movements I dress into dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

"What the fuck happened down there?" Mikkel asks the important question while we all take our seats at the round table. A table built by the dwarfs to piss off Fenrir. If King Arthur wished to pretend his Knights were important enough to sit at a round table then our pack certainly deserved the same.

"The bitch hid herself after Ulmer here decided to fuck her. Should I call you father, sperm donner or Ulmer. I must after all learn my place." Storr is going to get more than a death if he keeps this up, I will send him to Hel, she will make sure he regrets every ounce of life I gave him three centuries ago. Ignoring his tantrum my attention returns to Mikkel.