The air was thick and heavy with the scent of alcohol, the music drowned every word spoken and its fast rhythm beat a race with the hearts of the Northblood wolves. Once they're assured their land is secure, a game of chase ensues; growling, light nips and wrestling atop of leaves that crinkle and crunch under their combined weights. Whimsical howls dissolve into laughter as some wolves shift and catch their breaths, sparks of electricity humming just beneath their skin when they move their bodies rhythmically, sending up a cloud of damp musk and dirt as some wolves humorously challenge each other while others howl at the source of their heightened state. The moon blankets the Northblood pack in beams of light, seeming to shine fondly down upon them, only for them.
"BOY ALPHA."
The words drip with scorn as they are whispered from pale bloodless lips. A group of elderly wolves gathered in a secluded corner glare at their young Alpha and their silver gazes claw at the colorful constellations covering his body. "Boy Alpha, do you not see the red spilling from your mouth as you command your warriors?"
Their leader's lip curls in a smirking way, his mismatched eyes pinning men and women alike as he officially greets the wolves approaching him by softly pressing his cheek against theirs. The smallest of chuckles left Matthias's lips, it was more like a rumble than anything else but there still was a hint of friendliness to the act.
Pinpricks of light decorated their skin as they celebrated, constellations of beauty were painted across their bodies. With a sweep of their hands they may rearrange heaven's dark canvas, setting the stars alight and listening to the whispers of the Moon as they honor the return of their true Alpha. "Boy Alpha, how can you lead us without your other half? Where is our LUNA?"
The aged werewolves hunched over, leaning closer to the fire, edging their hands towards the flames to warm them from the bitter evening. The light from the flames illuminated their tired faces, scars digging deeply into their skins.
"Boy Alphas are only good at one thing: dying YOUNG."
Madelyn had been observing the group curiously, cautiously, and quietly for a moment until they finally felt her eyes on them. The men suddenly wilted under Madelyn's stare. Their gazes lingered through the flames of their fire before they returned to their conversations. To be fair to them, all but her siblings did the exact same thing, and even the wolves of the neighboring packs gave her a nod of respect. It wasn't just the cold indigo eyes, it was the power behind them that did it. In the gap between their eyes and hers a battle was fought and she trounced them without a flinch.
Madelyn let out a slow controlled breath and attempted to loosen her body movements. She knew something was wrong, her wolf was acting up. She was walking like a clockwork soldier and that was no way to be tonight. She gave her shoulders a wiggle and lolled her head in a circle, let her stride slacken to a more casual pace. It was a decent effort, enough to fool the casual observer, but for the onlooker with a keen eye she was a walking advert for tension. Her eyes moved with the alertness that comes from heavy stress and her hands remained clenched by subconscious demand.
"Maddy."
A searing shot of power ran up the young woman's body as she felt a hand on her shoulder, a surprised gasp escaping her pale lips. She instantly turned around with her fist raised to hit whoever dared to touch her. "Relax," Matthias moved in a flash to grab the other's wrist. "It's me." He smiled down at his sister. How long had it been since they last met? Two years, maybe three. "You're quiet. That's unusual . . . Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" She wore a puzzled expression as she stared up at him. His eyes glistened in the moonlight whilst his hair was like a shadow, hiding him from the rest of the world. Even though he was always distant, he was somewhat always there.
"Oh . . . you haven't seen him yet." Matthias broke his gaze, preferring instead to rest his eyes on the ground now. "You should . . . go look for Caleb," He turned his back to her, face set like an adversary, eyes cold, muscles tense.
With a sharp lift of her head and widen of wise blue eyes, the young woman knew. She could feel it at that very moment, the heavy realization that sank deep into the pit of her stomach as she started to make her way through the crowd of werewolves. She could feel her heart throbbing inside her chest. Her skin felt like it was burning. She began bouncing slightly as she ran, which wore her out quickly but her wolf was restless. She settled to stumbling through the crowd as fast as she could.
As soon as she stepped out of the colossal pack, it hit her. The scent was intoxicating. it consisted of a scent that represented freshly cut timber, like the damp forest after a rainy day; it was heavenly, like fresh-scented pine and honey. As the scent grew stronger and stronger, she quickened her pace. It was like a drug to her, she couldn't get enough of it. She wanted more. Her feet slip outwards on wet leaves as she rounds the corner, the cold evening air shocking her throat and lungs as she inhales deeper, faster.
That's when she finally heard his voice.
"--If they're gonna hang you for loving me, they'd best be tying two nooses to that tree. What we have done, we did together, and if our love is something that they can't accept or that she can't accept; I'm ready." The low rumble of the voice is comforting as it wraps around Madelyn and carries her off to a world where sound is the power that could change everything wrong in the world.
But the thing is, he wasn't saying those words to her.
Searing fiery bursts pulsated through her as soon as she locked her eyes on him. The sudden pain intensified with each dragging step, jarring and brutal. He had someone pinned, their back was against the wall, his arm trapped them while his hand rested on their hip. He whispered sweet nothings as he just looked into their eyes. She stared at them through the flames of the bonfire as if they could burn up her inner rage. She felt the heat dry her skin, scorching, ordering a few steps backward, but she doesn't move. She watches, eyes full open, posture square to the flames.
"Caleb?"
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Damn, writing this chapter hurt me aHA.
It's not that great but I tried, writing situations like this one isn't really my forte. x
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