Forbidden

Chapter 9

9

The biggest wolf, I knew from the clearing.

When I’d accidently driven onto Shadow land.

Mathew.

That was when everything started to fall into place.

I remembered that I’d driven up through the mountain range without knowing, I didn’t even know where I was going and somehow I’d crossed onto Shadow territory through a gap in the Sacred Line. That thing was supposed to protect us, now look what it was doing; it couldn’t even keep Shadow wolves off our land.

It wasn’t doing anything to protect us at all.

Unknowingly a low growl slipped from between my teeth and Randel nudged me aside so that he was standing in front of me.

There seemed to be a whole lot of them, snarling menacingly, but refusing to get close to us. Yet ridiculously, the biggest wolf in the middle slowly padded forward, controlling me with his livid yellow eyes, his pupils dilated from the bloodlust, the skin of his lips peeling back so I could see the horrific fangs in his mouth.

I quivered, feeling my tail go between my legs, even though I was exuding my Alpha authority.

It didn’t seem to work on this wolf.

That was when I realized that he was missing tufts of fur on his pelt and healing scratches littered his exposed skin. I remembered the other wolf that had done that to him, to save me.

Liam…

The wolf growled at me again, and Randel tried to put his body slightly more in front of me, but the large wolf’s eyes would not waver. It was pure bloodlust and the desire to see me dead in his eyes. This time he didn’t hesitate, he couldn’t risk getting hurt again.

He lunged at me, and seeing as he was bigger and more powerful than I was, I cowered in fear, awaiting my death…

But it never came.

To my surprise I saw the wolf on Randel, snarling in anger as Randel lunged for his mandible and bit down hard. Blood began to coat the big wolf’s fur, staining Randel’s snout and the rocky incline under his paws. I was powerless to do anything. If I tried to protect Randel, then I was more than just simply dead.

I looked around, saddened to find that my wolves were fighting the Shadow wolves, and failing piteously. They were bigger and stronger, and they showed no mercy. Tegan and Cinder were busy warding off two angry looking males, snapping and snarling as the two male wolves stepped closer and closer to them, too close for liking.

Dante and Xavier were trying to defend the Line, but they were too many of them.

Shadow wolves coated our side of the Line, wanting to be the first to rip into the poor defenseless Leaf Pack wolves. Bloodlust was prevalent in most of their eyes, it was their nature to do this. They weren’t the loving, caring wolves we were, they were killing, murderous monsters, blinded by the lust for blood and deceased people.

They disgusted me beyond anything known.

So I lifted my head, and let out an ear piercing howl.

It was then that I realized what a stupid idea that had been.

I turned to find one of the wolves snarling at me, and the black one that had previously been hovering under Randel growling terrifyingly. His yellow eyes seemed to burn through my flesh and right into the pits of my soul. And the bloodlust returned. The need for me to die returned to his eyes.