Scarred Wolf 18+ Version

Chapter 4

A/N WARNING: Please read this first. There is a lot of swearing in this chapter. The first section has a lot of demeaning comments involving women. To show how bad this person is it required me to write it this way. This in no way represents my personal views on women. I am happily married an have a deep respect for women of all ages.

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Chapter 4

That fucking human. That gods cursed fucking human wouldn't just die. I had that little bitch Rain my sweet Rain. Pinned to the ground an was about to taste her tantalizing sweet smelling blood. When that pathetic human showed up. He will pay for what he has done.

I will take him and make watch. As I make that little slut mine. I will break her spirit an she will howl in ecstasy only for me an not her veiled moon goddess. She will beg me to never stop fucking her. She will answer to my every whim. Right before his very eyes an then I will have her tare him apart. Yes that is what I will do. That if the human survives the night.

It took me a half an hour to reach my car after what that human did to my knee. Then I had to find a meal to replace the blood I lost. So two hours after reaching my car I pull into my driveway. I got to get a shower and remove the sent of werewolf before anyone else can smell it. I enter my home an before I can reach the stairs to my second story bedroom I hear a cough from the kitchen.

Sitting at the kitchen table is Raphael my fathers right hand in the coven. Resentment burns in me that Raphael is fathers second and not me. What does that wolf loving prick have that I don't. I'm fucking older than him by at least a hundred years. An yet he can order me around or at least try to I never listen to him any ways.

He stands and walks up to me. I look down my nose at his 6' tall frame with a lithe build of a runner or jungle cat. He has light ice blue eyes with blonde hair spiked with hair gel. He was turned somewhere in his early thirties and he's somewhere between seven hundred and eight hundred years old. He refuses to tell me. He doesn't like me and I hate him. Him and his little stooge Daniel that he is mentoring. He must be lurking about as well seeing as he has been attached to Raphael hip since he was turned a hundred and twelve years ago.

“Where have you been Charles? Your father has been looking for you all night.” He stares at me intently taking in my clothes and the dried blood on them.

“I don't have to tell you shit Raphael I don't answer to you, an I will go to father after I take a shower.” I hiss at him letting anger bleed my eyes black.

“Watch your tone Charles or I will have to hurt you again. You do remember last time don't you?”

He says this while inspecting his nails he's not even looking at me. The arrogant fuck. I clench my hands in frustration remembering what happen the last time I openly challenge him. Father hadn't lifted a finger to help me. They will both pay one day.

“I see you remember what happened. That's good so we understand each other. Where were you at that we couldn't find you?” His ice blue eye drilling into me.

“I was checking out a new hunting ground and got more than I bargained alright.” I hissed sulkily.

“I take it the more than you bargained for part was a werewolf.” Ice blue eyes still locked on me.

“Yes I didn't know that the human girl was there with a she-wolf.” Trying to pull the oops I fucked up card on Raphael.

“Your a little old to be making a rookie mistake like that Charles, but then again it's been awhile since we have scouted out on new hunting ground hasn't it.” Shaking his head at me. “Rule number one Charles never go solo on new ground. That's your fathers rule Charles. I know you never got to do much on your own in the old days, but your fathers to busy with coven business to hold your hand.”