Black Moon

Chapter 8: Can't Kill a King

I bared my teeth and tensed my muscles, ready to kill.

The pissed off King growled at me and advanced. Still, I didn't turn around. I would need to wait until the very last second if I wanted to pull this off.

A heavy footstep vibrated the floor that I was sitting on and I sensed a hand reaching down towards me.

Lightning fast, I jumped up and spun around, grabbing the muscular neck of a strong male and slamming his body on the stone wall. For the first time, I saw what he looked like.

His hair was dark brown, almost black with silky looking, mussed waves. He had an angularly cut face; one that seemed like it was sculpted granite. While the King's eyes were not the first things I saw, they were the most prominent feature on his face. They were a deep set, intense, gunmetal gray with- no, it couldn't be. Gold flecks. Impossible... I was the only Lycanthrope. There shouldn't be any other werewolf with gold flecks in their eyes. They shined with fury currently, like sparks flying out of a smoke cloud.

I shook off my thoughts as soon as I thought them. I would need every ounce of focus to finish him. Despite his unearthly handsomeness, this man was the reason I lost everything that ever mattered to me. The King didn't deserve to live.

Ready to kill, I bared my teeth at his stunned and livid face before putting them at his neck to make the final blow.

Just as I was about to go through with my kill, I was all encompassed by his scent. That delectable, dark and stormy characteristic completely distracted me. I wasn't surprised about that, though. It only made sense that his scent would be the most prominent at his vein. I wanted to smack myself for leaving out that detail in my plan.

Unfortunately, my slight hesitation because of his scent was all it took for him to gain the upper hand. The King took one of his hands that was trying to pull me off him and grabbed me by the waist. Strange electrical tingles shot out from his touch. It wasn't really unpleasant, just unexpected. Consequently, I jerked away from him.

I knew then and there that there would be no other opportunity to kill this man. I'd blown it.

His grip on my waist suddenly tightened, and his other hand went to my nape, grabbing it while at the same time sweeping one if his legs behind my knees and pulling towards him, destabilizing me and making me go kerplunk on the ground.

Suddenly he was all up close and personal, pinning my entire body to the unforgiving floor with the length of his. Jesus... He was lean, and absolutely ripped. I could feel it. And he must have been at least 6'5 because I was a little above average and my feet didn't even reach his ankles.

His sharp features were arranged in a terrifying snarl... But it was kinda hot, if you discounted the fact that those elongated canines were inches from my face. They looked particularly razor-edged at the moment.

His thundercloud gray eyes with bolts of lightning stared into mine as he said with a grim smile and bared teeth, "You are a smart one, I'll give you that. That was the first time in a century that anyone's had the skill to surprise me. However, you will always remember this:" The Were King narrowed his eyes and leaned down towards my face even more, barely a hairsbreadth away from mine. "You cannot kill a King."

In that moment when he finished speaking and then just glared into my eyes, I believed every word of every legend that existed about the Werewolf King: that he had lived for almost two millennia; that he was the most ferocious supernatural warrior that Earth had fostered; that he worked in the field as the commander in wars simply because he was able to defend himself with his bare hands when necessary. All of it was suddenly, frighteningly true. Every. Damn. Word.