Moon Goddess (2) Werewolf Romance

22. What used to be - Kiril

He wished to look away, walk away, that was what he usually would have done, what he would have done before.

Promise me you will not harm my pack and Mila, though the bond will not let you, and Samira, you have to help Samira if you get back and I don't.

He couldn't unhear the words, or not acknowledge that the few past months had changed him, even if he didn't think that was possible. So when he looked at Samira fainted and covered in blood he couldn't walk away as he usually would have done, even if he wanted to dismiss all that as not his problem, as Erik's problem, as someone's that was nothing to him, he didn't after all.

To his own astonishment, he dealt with Erik's issues, maybe not the way Erik would have done it or as good as he would have done it, but he did it in his own way. He was not a hero after all and never pretended to be but for the time being, he was the only one the pregnant, fainted girl, former Alpha of a profusely unruly pack had.

For the time being, it was his unruly pack though, and he had no issues with killing and punishing the ones acting up.

The ones that burst into the room were still bowing before him, the alpha command not allowing them to move, not even flinch.

Let them suffer a bit longer... He thought and smirked. Some things didn't change, like his disdain for most creatures.

In the end, he got bored and commanded them to lock themselves up in the basement cell so he could finally shower Sanjay's blood from his body.

Samira was still sleeping sedated but she looked significantly better. One problem less.

It was early in the morning, Dahiru and Samira's home was empty besides the ten wolves from the African pack, that were now locked up, but it was not clear what to expect, there might be more coming.
That was okay, he had to summon his pack anyway, rather his packs, after all. He had to see who lived and who died, and after all that, he had to search for a way to reach Mila in heaven.

And Erik? It seemed that Samira had opened the gate to that underworld dimension so she should be able to do it again. He could also leave Erik there, it was rather unlikely he was alive even if they managed to open the gate again, but with him he had better chances of helping Mila than without. As much as it nagged at him, Mila loved him, Mila would want to see him.

To his own astonishment, he concluded he preferred to see Mila happy with Erik than dead. These feelings were new and foreign to him but the times he felt Mila in pain and dying he would have given literally anything to make it stop and he rejoiced so much when she laughed and was excited even if he never let that show even if he was never the reason for either... that was, it seemed, bliss that only this strange substitute for love could give.

The water got cold and he didn't even notice, it didn't matter, he liked it cold and Nigeria was sticky and hot at that time. One look at the blood-stained and torn roman clothes and he concluded he needed new ones.

Girls clothes are not really my thing, he thought while rummaging through the closed. Hmm, this could do though, he considered looking at a set of creme slacks and a linen shirt both trimmed with gold. Even on the fancy side, and they fit, even if the shirt is a bit loose. Fine, one problem solved, I guess she wouldn't appreciat me hanging around naked.

When he went back to the room where he had brought Samira she seemed to have heard him and opened her eyes slowly.

"Kiril?"

"Yes, it's me, in case you need a short recap, no I don't want to kill you. If you are feeling better I need you to do something."

She didn't answer, just looked at him with something in her eyes Kiril couldn't quite place. Fear? Anger? Astonishment? Hate?