Nielu [REWRITTEN]

34 - The Blood Alpha [Part Two]

"Say, what is your wolf's name, by the way? I'm a tad bit curious." Elijah suddenly speaks up as the man leads the younger werewolf through the forest of thick air and blood.

Ethan hums. "Since when was that ever important?"

"It's not! I already said, I'm curious."

"Then keep quiet. If rogues truly are werewolves kicked from a pack, then they share the same enhanced senses as we all do. Meaning, if we make a move—" Ethan's cut off by Elijah accidentally stepping on a twig with his left boot; snapping it in half.

"Testing your knowledge, Ethan." Elijah jokes. "Of course I know that. That's why I made it so it sounded further away from us than it actually was."

"You tricked them?" Ethan gapes and Elijah merely nods his head with a grin.

"Best way to keep them distracted." the man throws about a chunk of rock he had bent down to pick up a few seconds earlier.

The teenager hears the rock that lands a distance and turns his attention to Elijah. His feet then come to a screeching halt as he hears footsteps approaching them.

"Elijah, we have to go. Now!" Ethan shouts.

Elijah's one step ahead for he's already prancing westward in wolf form. The older werewolf's deep brown ears flick and silver eyes catch Ethan, eyeing the teenaged werewolf himself.

"I..." Ethan glances up, hearing the footsteps come even faster then shifts his gaze towards Elijah's wolf.

Emerson stops above the cliff, shifting his crimson gaze down at the bottom where two wolves stand side-by-side, growling ferociously and loudly. It takes the rogue's all-mighty strength to not growl back and not cover his wolf ears that rest on his head. Instead, he can only watch and give his men silent orders and commands.

He won't risk giving away his upper advantage he currently has.

"Surround the trespassers! Emerson's orders are for all trespassers to be killed! We shall not fail our leader!" a rogue shouts. "Charge them!"

The leader of Daj's pack inwardly frowns as a dark brown wolf starts plowing through his own men. Like he just has an army built inside him and Emerson narrows his eyes; immediately recognizing that type of fighting.

'Finish Elijah Kana!' Emerson orders. 'Do not let him leave my territory alive!'

'And the other one? What of him?'

Emerson's about to question the rogue's response when the all black wolf pounces onto one of his men and starts ripping its fangs into the neck. The onyx wolf then moves onto the chest, pawing out the heart and for the first time he's ever been leader, Emerson is starting to fear a little.

'Change of plans.' Emerson begins, as the black wolf drops the dead body, moving onto the next one. 'Kill the black wolf. He's a nuisance to be damned.'

'Yes sir! All eyes and claws go towards the black wolf! Emerson's orders are for that wolf to be dead by our hands! Let's move!'

'Go Ethan! I'll hold them off.' Elijah mutters.

Ethan's black wolf head tilts at Elijah's sudden bark and the deep brown wolf almost face paws.

'Right. You can't hear me since you're not part of the pack. I should've thought that through.'

The brown wolf peels away from the downed body in front of him, not entirely sure how to properly communicate with Ethan. He decides to move towards the former pack house, a place he knows isn't too far from here. Ethan will be fine, he can handle himself. I did teach something about wolf fighting but, Elijah turns his head to see yet another heart extracted from a body by Ethan's sharp fangs poking out from his muzzle, you seem to have your own way of killing.