My King

Chapter 11 - The grasp of the monster.

Chapter 11 - The grasp of the monster.

King Luka Black

I still can't believe he is the northern beast ...

Two days have passed far too fast, my wandering mind alike a tunnel of swirling scenarios of possible outcomes. Two days since we visited the seer. Two days since the truth was revealed to me. Two days since I've slept. Two days of contempt. Two days trapped within my own mind, a prisoner to my own demise.

Fucking two days was all it took to drive me to madness.

I had high hopes for the seer's powers, her experience a convenience I was glad to use in my favor. These two days is proof that she did not disappoint in the slightest. She was a great help in our search, but also a devastating truth I wasn't ready to face, and it was thrown into my face with full force, no secure landing in sight.

Unfortunately, my distant behavior has been a neglect on my mate. The odd looks he sends me is enough to show me he knows something is wrong. The loaded questions he sends my way, is a bullet I've dodged for the time being. The time is ticking and I'm not close to ready. The truth will break more than one person.

When the words have been spoken out loud, it can never be unspoken. It will give it immense powers. To say it, is to accept and a promise of action will be forced upon me. Convincing myself that the seer was lying has been proven to be a difficult task. It seemed so simple, but what would she gain from lying. That question calls for its own reflection time.

What I'm most outraged by, is my own blindness – It was right in front of my fucking face this whole time.

I remember every little detail, the story imprinted in my brain for all eternity. A scary but heroic tale that my father made into a bedtime story. A tale of his heroic action, something he was too pleased to take credit for.

The legendary tale of the great Shawn Savage's downfall.

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So, there I was, surrounded by wild and feral outlaws, foam falling from their growling muzzles. The outlaws and the North warriors clashed in a brutal and bloodied battle, both sides fighting for survival and victory. The meadow was floating with blood, the red substance stained every blade of grass, painting it with our battle liquid.

The war gruesome and long.

The great Shawn Savage was slaughtering anyone in his path and ripped through my warriors one by one. I knew I had to stop him – I was the only one with powers greater than his. The fate of the battle's outcome was in my hands.

I sprinted to the murderous monster, pouncing on him from behind, my sneak attack catching him off guard. We fell to the ground in a heap of fur and blood dripping canines. We got to our feet and clashed with canines and claws, ready to pierce skin. As we were battling, a man snuck up behind the Savage born, and stabbed him in the back with a large butcher knife.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion.

Shifting, the great Shawn Savage fell to his knees on the grass, staining the ground with his blood. My right hand, Joshua and I, pounced on the Savage born, bringing him down to collide with the muddy and bloodied ground. Before he could get on his feet, and counterattack, we jumped on him, successfully digging our canines and claws into his flesh, and killing him before he had any chance of retaliating. We had defeated the cruelest monster to walk this earth.

The backstabbing man shifted to his wolf and jumped forward to pounce on me, but Joshua was faster and had already spotted him. He jumped in front of me, taking the blow from the big wolf, and saving me in the process.

The backstabbing wolf ripped Joshua's throat out, just as I stormed at him to avenge my right hand who laid down his life for me. We fell to the ground with me on top of his large body, and I gave him no time to recover before sinking my fangs into his neck, ripping the flesh from his throat. His lifeless eyes staring up at me, his mouth agape as the life left his body.

I heard a scream in the distance, the sound getting higher and higher in volume. I looked upon the screaming intruder and saw a youthful stunning woman running to Shawn Savage's dead body, her knees colliding with the harsh substrate, as sobs wrecked her petite body. As I looked in the direction she emerged from, I spotted a small pup coddled in a thick blanket, now lying completely unprotected. The pup's cries for its mom loud and deafening.

I guided myself past the fighting wolves, to gaze at the pup properly. The pup's grey eyes shined in the late-night sun, and a squeal lift his blabbering lips, as he stared upon me.

And that's when I saw it.

"What? What did you see?" The ten-year old me asked eagerly, now sitting on the edge of the bed, bouncing in excitement. My enjoyment of the spoken tale on display.

The pup's eyes gleamed red, when the light hit it spot on, the red hue coming forward to completely overshadow the grey irises. I swear, when I looked in its eyes, I saw all the destruction the pup would cause, and its heavy desire for blood. My ears were ringing from hearing its victims screams, and that's when the truth peeked through the barrier. This pup wasn't ordinary.

This specific pup - Was a Savage born pup.

"Oh no" I gasp covering my gaping mouth with my palm, staring up at him wide eyes. "What did you do then?"

I did what I had to, and what was expected of me. I knew I had to act upon the truth I had uncovered before me, and as I was about to rip the pup's flesh, a wolf stormed at me. We stood on our hind legs, clawing at each other fiercely, before I fell backwards with the wolf on top of me. The wolf went right for my throat, a desperate attempt to gain victory, but I had spotted his intensions. I managed to bash him with my paw, clawing his face, as his snarling muzzle was inches away from my throat. I had obtained a stance against the outlaw.

The wolf yelped and whimpered in pain, while backing away from me, with his head hanging low. I charged at him full force, and his lifeless body crumpled to the ground beside me. My gaze ran over the meadow, scanning the wolves fighting in hopes of finding the grey orbs I knew I had to eliminate.

The safety of the world lying solely on my shoulders. But the pup was nowhere to be found. It seemed, it had managed to escape my grasp, as I was fighting the dirty outlaw.

"How could it just disappear? What did you do then?" I asked him full of curiosity.

I searched the entire meadow at a last attempt to find the pup, but I had to admit defeat eventually. My warriors were still battling the outlaws, and I could clearly conclude that I would lose unnecessary manpower if I didn't end the battle. Shawn Savage was already defeated, and that was our goal. I ran in the direction we emerged from, howling to the others to follow me.

I lost a lot of my people that day, but I knew it was worth it, because I had defeated the great Shawn Savage.

That is the tale of the great Shawn Savage's downfall.

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The story was told so many times, every little detail is engraved in my head. It was my father's greatest accomplish. He used to brag about how he eliminated a monster, that actually had done nothing to us, but was a threat to the world – According to my father. The truth was probably far from that, but power and greed are what fuel my father. His actions fueled by those two emotions.

I knew my father wasn't the best man, but I never thought of him as a monster, but it's time to collect my loses and speak the truth.

My father is the northern beast.

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