At Evenings Dusk

Trial

The towering doors creaked open the slightest bit, giving a glimpse as to what was inside. I could already see large oak ornaments hung on the nourished walls. Jacob stroked my arm reassuringly and opened the door fully so we could enter the intimidating unknown.

"Let me do the talking will you," he whispered beside me as we rushed down the never ending halls.

"I was counting on it." I murmured back, squeezing his hands tighter than I should.

Jacob was practically carrying me. His arm was so tight around my waist and his pace was much quicker than mine in this instance my feet weren't touching the ground.

The rest of the long walk of navigation was spent in silence. Giving me time to look at the wondrous decor of the palace. Beautiful paintings walked down the wall like stairs. The acrylics looked so perfectly blended to make the display mind changing. Maybe it was some kind of timeline-wait was that Billy?!

"Just some members of the council and past Chiefs including Sam," he informed me once he saw the surprise on my face at the painting of his father and the one I'd only just recognised of Sam.

"You know you should be up there," I reminded him, Jacob should have been chief and a good one he would have been too.

"But you know why I'm not," he sighed, moving us past the glorious paintings.

I couldn't reason with Jacob when it came to the matters of his inhumane side.

As my mind wandered off, Jacob caught me at a halt and before us stood a golden door. Embroidered in silver lining and crystals of fine red, with one gentle push, the door opened us to another world.

A large number of people sat on a high staged table, all clothed in white cloaks. 
All the walls in the great hall we'd just entered were golden and crystallised in red. Like a story, running along the interior.

"Come forth," the voice of the main person seated at the table boomed, their authority reverberated onto the thick walls.

Jacob ushered me forward as my legs seemed to stop working at that moment. We walked together hand in hand, although mine was quivering in fear Jacob soothed it with his gentle squeeze.

"Declare the offences!" The man boomed again, ordering the woman beside him to stand with a long piece of paper in her hands.

Her decaying hands clung to the paper systematically as if it was something she'd performed a million times before.

"Perpetrator has commit the following crimes;
Refused to take role as chief
Defied chief Sam when given orders on numerous occasions
Attempted to reveal ones nature to the holo," she boldly read, taking her seat once again.

"Perpetrator, do you have any defences," the man asked, resuming his speaking role.

Jacob squeezed my hand once again but this time it was tight and I didn't like that. This meant something bad could happen and I may not like it. Well I wasn't liking it already.

"Jacob please," I whispered under my breath but I could tell he heard.

"Please," I repeated, as his hand slipped out of mine and he stepped forward.

"Sam may be chief of the pack but I am not a cub anymore. I will not do things if I defy and that is my matter not his. You all know I was too young to take the role as chief leader and I agreed to take over when Sam was unable too and trust me that won't be any time soon. In addition, the act of attempt to show myself failed for one and I did it because I couldn't live without her. You all know that," he grimaced, turning his back to the shocked council and taking my hand once again.

"Jacob Black there shall be severe punishment for your crimes!" They swore, standing in the midst of his bellow.

"If I take it you won't mind we'll be leaving." He paused before continuing,

"you can send me my sanction by post," he concluded before pushing open the door and holding it open for me to go through.

I strut through confidently, hearing Jacobs footsteps behind.

"I never knew my boyfriend was a badass." I chuckled, pulling his hand into mine.

"Really I thought that you knew," he replied, lifting me into his arms.

I gently placed my legs around his waist and my arms remained looped around his neck.

"You know I've always had a soft spot for bad boys," I whispered into his ear, a soft shudder ran down his spine at my cold breath.

"Really-where is it," he teased me.

"Right here," I informed him, pointing to my plush cheek.

"I'll take what I can get." He laughed, gently placing his lips on my cheek.

It would be easy to say everything was perfect now but it wasn't. Because there was so much leftover.