Bran Cornick, Marrok of the North American Packs and Most Dominant Alpha wolf of them all, now faced again with the loss of yet another mate, granted, it was one he never truly loved, has to deal with barely suppressed feelings of loneliness and sad...
"Bran, you can't do this, I am fine, I promise, it was just an accident, please!" Leah pleaded and whimpered, crawling on her knees, begging for a mercy that she would not receive.
"Leah, you better than anyone know our laws and the rules that keep us safe. You have lost control, and I have to put you down." Bran knelt in front of Leah's pleading form and cupped her face gently.
"Please, Bran, I love you, don't do this." Tears of desperation poured down her beautiful face which Bran wiped away.
"Sshhhh, don't cry, you will be at peace." Bran wrapped his arms around his mate and held her close. He did not tell her that he loved her back. It would be an outright lie, and he made a habit of being brutally honest. as It was the best and less painful route in the long run. Yet, despite her less than charming personality, a part of him had grown to care for her. But he had a duty to his people, and that always came first.
"I'm sorry, Leah." Faster than anyone could blink, Bran twisted Leah's neck and with a pop. Her head was wrenched from her shoulders and her body fell to the ground. Tears streamed down the Marrok's cheeks as he dropped the head of his last mate. And once again he found himself mate less. His hands yet again covered with the death blood of another mate. Granted he had never loved Leah, which was precisely the reason his wolf had chosen her. She offered him companionship, If only in the sense he didn't sleep alone. She had all the qualities of a woman he could never truly love; she was selfish, dishonest, disingenuous, conniving, cruel, and a bully. But, he and his wolf had both agreed at least she was something. Her being his mate, while it had not made him happy had helped him to keep his wolf strictly under control. And now, because she had broken the ultimate of laws of his people: Never to let their wolf take control and harm others, he had had no choice but to execute her.
Normally it was his son Charles was in charge of the executions of those who broke their laws seeing as he was the enforcer, but Bran had decided that it would be best for him to do so himself. And now, his wolf mourned the loss of her.
With a sigh, Bran slowly stood up and looked to the small crowd of maybe 8 or 9 werewolves that had gathered to witness Leah's death. On a level he was surprised that so few had turned up. Not to say that Leah was a pack favorite, quite the opposite and he would have thought that more of the wolves that she tormented over the years would have come to witness her execution. But he supposed the could have also thought doing such a thing would have been a waste of their energy on a woman who did not deserve it. Those who did come where doing little to disguise their satisfaction in Leah's death.
"Tonight we mourn the passing of Leah Cornick, Second of the Aspen Creek pack and mate to the Marrok. She was not a kind woman in her life but may she find the peace she never found in death." He howled deep in his throat, the mourning call of the wolves and the other wolves present joined in though clearly without much enthusiasm.
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After all formalities were over and there was a burial shroud with a pyre in honor of Leah was lit and her body had slowly burned to ash, Bran had finally made his way to his home, where he had sat for a few hours in his study, staring into the fireplace and feeling oddly empty at the lack of Leah's presence. Her nagging voice was usually around somewhere whenever he found himself at home and now it was just gone. Just then his phone rang.
"Da. How are you holding up?" the deep voice of his youngest son, Charles vibrated in his ear through the speakers of the phone.
"The house feels oddly empty without her here." He was glad his son had called, or he would have found himself sitting here for longer than he should. He was the Marrok, He needed to shake off this pity party, he had responsibilities.
"Well, her personality could definitely fill a room," was Charles's astute observation. "Listen, Da, I hope this is not too soon but I need your help with something." Charles tone was dire and put him on alert.
"There has been a new wolf turned near Adam's pack by a rogue."
"You want me to take care of the rogue?"
"No...." There was a note in his voice that made Bran suspicious.
"Then what do you need my assistance?"
"The wolf who was turned, she is an Omega." While he was momentarily surprised by this news, seeing as it was incredibly rare for an Omega to be turned because of their natural calming effects. Only a rogue who was almost completely insane, a mad dog, would be able to turn one. It was the only way that Charles's mate, Anna, had been able to be turned.
"Why would you need my help with an Omega?" Omegas where known for their incredible control over their wolves and others because of their powers, even at the beginning of their turning. An Omega would not be volatile and thus would not need someone dominant to keep them in line.
"She needs to learn about our laws and her powers." His suspicion deepened.
" Charles you are better equipped to teach an Omega her powers considering you are married to one." Charles cleared his throat.
"Well, Anna and I are going on a vacation, at her insistence, and we really wont be focused on teaching a new wolf anything. And besides, now that Leah is no longer around, you can train a new wolf without her blowing a gasket at you spending time around another female wolf. Her name is Katarina Pierce." Bran was going to say no but then he stopped himself and took a moment to think about the potential benefits.
Not only was having another Omega wolf in the pack beneficial, especially because there were a lot of older wolves lately who had been starting to show signs of loosing control. While Anna's presence in the pack had been helping, it never hurt to have more help. Also, training a new wolf would distract him from his feelings of isolation.
"Alright, I will train her. When is she coming?"
"Now." Just then there was a knock on the door and Bran got up to answer it. He opened his door and he found himself momentarily stunned at the sight. In his doorway stood a woman who appeared to be no taller than 5 ft 2, with ebony skin, golden brown eyes that were big and adorable, an oval face with high cheek bones and full lips. Her face was framed by dark tightly curly thick hair that looked like a cloud of hair around her head. She had a curvily athletic build which was covered by a brown jacket, form fitting jeans, and black combat boots.
"Hello, I am Kat."
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This is pretty much the image I was thinking of this this character. Just with Amber eyes of course.
