The Wolf's Blood Witch B1✅

1. A Pit Full of Bones

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Sethan:

I finished debriefing Gabriel as he sat with his hands clasped on his oak table with a blank expression on his face. Nothing on his face or body posture indicated that what I said surprised, angered or pleased him in any way. My wolf still stirred under his light gaze he regarded us both with. Gabriel, the Alpha of the Ember Pack and also coincidently my father, had yet to speak a word. 

The silence stretched and I clenched my jaw, snatched the whiskey bottle and poured myself another cup without sparing his pristine wine collection so much of a glance. He spoke and beckoned my eyes before I could take a much needed swing. I knew what was coming and I was certain he wasn't going to disappoint. I rarely did anything wrong and when given the opportunity to lecture me, he never let it slide.

"I told you to lay low and gather as much information as you can. What part of that indicated that you should go on a killing spree?" he asked, tone levelled but the disappointment needled worse than a roar. Was he seriously angry at me right now?

"Did you not hear me?" I snapped, "A pit full of bones and rotten boiled meat. Those witches were trying to summon some death god." I downed my cup and savoured the short burn, "You're welcome." I said pointedly.

"You should've reported it to me first." he insisted, unflinching.

I remembered the tiny feet sticking out from the crater as the image shoved it's way into my head. My wolf surged and I barely managed to keep him silent.

"Calling you would've been a waste of time. You would've told me to take care of the witches." I lifted a condescending brow at him just to irk him, "Am I wrong?"

"Sethan," he rumbled low.

I knew explaining more of what took place wouldn't cut the lecture short. I felt my wolf's anger and let it fill me. It was better to be angry at my father than let the memory swallow me.

"You would've said otherwise?" I questioned him once more even though I knew I was being an ass. It was imperative that every pack member knew their place. I'd seen what could happen otherwise. 

My skin tingled and I bit my tongue in effort to distract my wolf. I used to enjoy getting things past my father and having him bristle but it was starting to get old. My wolf... he insisting on leading. The problem was that my father wasn't ready to yield the Alpha's seat and my wolf was sick of waiting.

Gabriel tapped his fingers on his desk. His eyes caught mine which were dark but surprisingly steady and not glowing with my wolf.

"You know you can't just go off deciding things on your own. That's not how we survive."

"Right." I agreed and looked away instead of lowering my eyes. It wasn't him I was angry at but the children I hadn't reached in time. My wolf didn't care about logic though. The loss was too intense. Had we gotten there earlier, maybe some, if not all, of those children could still be alive. 

"We can't do anything that—"

"Might disrupt the truce." I finished for him and frowned at him, or rather myself. "I'm aware."  I muttered and sat down, lowering my gaze as a sign of respect. 

Unlike me, my father remained unreadable, his discipline ironclad while mine frayed at the edges. He wasn't blinded by his wolf. He controlled him and didn't let his wolf interpret my actions and words as real threats, but the tantrum that it was. I'd disobeyed both of them by not following protocol but I meant no ill intent. No where in my mind did I believe that preventing more from dying would trigger another war.