Crimson Smoke

Chapter 3 -threads of fate-

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>>>>>my beautiful Derek

Matlan's POV

Year 1901, winter time, outskirts of North Carolina, Northern border

My claw stroke out for his gut catching him off balance. I felt the tearing of flesh. Tendons and muscles were ripping at the tip of my fingers while my sharp wolf nails were going further deep in his abdomen. Then I felt my fingers hitting his internal organs and heard that deep agonizing feline scream he dared towards me. He was dying beneath my thunderous wrath and I couldn't be any happier. The look on his face the moment he realized the fact that there was no way out of this and he was about the meet his end was simply priceless and I was enjoying every second of it. The Krugen of the Fullmoon panthera were giving his last breath under my claws, and although the war wasn't over yet it was a crippling move against the panthera and definitely was going to earn us the upper hand in the war but I knew my pack, the Pine Forest pack, was far away from winning. Yet as the alpha of this pack it was my duty to make sure that we used this edge to its means, won this war and avenge what was stolen from us. My mate, the Luna of the pack who were killed by this wretched wereleopards, were to be avenged and these disgusting panthera was about to pay for its misdeeds.

My angelic ginger head mate was killed at the hills to the north of pack lands just out of the pack border. She was always very fond of plants and witchcraft yet she was killed by those wereleopard bastards claiming she had passed the borders into the Fullmoon panthera. I knew she lost track of time and place when it came to plants and probably that was why she accidentally must have passed the borders yet does that mean she deserved a horrendous death? No of course not. That fang banger feline race had no idea what a mate meant to us. Werewolves were meant for their mates... soul mates. We could only be complete and happy if were to find our mate and we cherished and loved them with all our hearts. We were lost without them and to lose a mate meant certain death to us. Our wolves went crazy and we disappear into nothingness, turned in to shallow images of our shells till our heart stopped beating. It was an agonizing and cruel death. I knew I was dying. I knew soon I would meet my mate in the afterlife. I would hold on to her hands and would cherish those beautiful green eyes of hers. Soon I would be in her embrace and at peace knowing that I had avenged her death, my breath taking Bellaguard...

Present day

Derek's POV

I was exhausted by the early training today. My father, alfa of the Pine Forest pack, decided to go for an early training in the morning and out of all days it had to be today. When I said early I meant starting at 4.30 am in the morning up until now, 6.00 pm in the afternoon. The pack was out after the training. Everybody was so tired almost all of them were sleeping by now. Me??? Well, I was invited for Jeannine's birthday party, who is a pack member and a close friend of mine since diaper days. It was in Los Lobos, a local bar in down town which was frequented by the pack members mostly and very close to pack grounds. After getting a shower and dressing up into a casual outfit, I got out of the house half sleep walking to my car. I got in and sped away to the bar. I was so tired I could actually sleep if I were to lay my head on the wheel when I was driving there yet I was afraid to even get my mouth anywhere close to wheel because I was so hungry I could take a bite or two from it just before going to sleep. I wished, I could stop to eat something before driving there so that never ending twitch in my hungry stomach wouldn't be giving me a hard time. A hungry wolf meant trouble all the time. I couldn't go into a drive in because I was already running late. So I decide to take my chances with the junk food in Los Lobos, much to my displeasure. I would prefer meat over junk food any time. While I was thinking so hard due to my starving stomach and tired body, I realized I was about to miss the turn and turned the wheel just in time earning some horns from other vehicles. I pulled into the parking area across the street in front of Los Lobos. The bar owner Diego, was also a pack member who moved here from Mexico City a couple of years ago. He was a nice man, a good barmen and a good listener at the same time. I made my way across the street to the bar. I was nodding at the guys standing just by the bar's door when I realized some hungry eyes on me. I was 6.5' with red hair and deep sparkling green eyes. I had freckles across my face which gave me childish young look although I was a 22 year old guy.