I am pacing in my office at the pack house. I can't help it. I'm just so furious. That-that cat had punished and marked one of my men. It should go against the treaty rules made after the war. A growl emanates from my chest and I slam a fist on the table. Something about her just gets under my skin and lingers. I don't want to hurt her but I also want to kill her. The look of her, the way she moves, her slightly raspy voice plays over and over in my head. Something about her scent seemed off to me. The rage I was feeling kept me from investigating. But I did smell something. I hate lions, I scowl.
I've always hated them. Every wolf does, it goes back centuries to the ancient times. But my hate is personal. One killed my father during the war. Left my mother heart broken without her mate. She is still alive, but she is a shell of her former self. It hurts me. She deserves justice for his death.
I shake my head and chuck my clothing off before shifting and tie them around one of my legs. I need a run with my wolf to clear the thoughts in my brain. I stop thinking and don't really aim to go anywhere. I let my wolf decide. He's been on edge since we got back as well. We run along the edge of my territory for some hours, the clean air doing wonders for my mood. I keep running, lost in my thoughts until I notice something amiss. We have left my territory. We left my territory miles ago, in fact. I lift my nose to the air and breath in deeply. This is where the lion girl left me. I feel my wolf urging me to go deeper. To go back to that campsite. I force us to turn away and I feel my wolf almost whimper. But it's not safe for us here and he knows it too. I am almost sad too, though I don't know why. I force myself to get off the land as fast as possible and back to my own house.
I jog to the infirmary to visit Alex. The wolf who had been prisoner in the lion lands for two days before we figured out where he was. As I enter I shake the clothing tied around my ankle off and shift. I throw on the black sweatshirt and shorts before walking into Alex's room. He is laying in a bed with bandages around his neck where that collar had been. When Alex sees me enter, he attempts to stand to show the proper respect to his alpha.
"Don't bother," I say holding up my hand. "I just have a few questions."
"Of course, Alpha," he says clearing his throat.
"How did they take you?"
"A patrol party scented me and hunted me down. I ran for hours but they kept up, leaping through trees and chasing on the ground. I tried to get back to our territory, but we had been running so long and they weren't slowing... they seemed to be speeding up."
"Where did the keep you?"
He swallows hard before speaking. He voice shakes, "They put that collar on me. And it burned while I was in my wolf. I shifted... but it burned worse. The kept me on a chain and attached it to a tree. Inside the main camp. The leader, she would lay in the tree above me sometimes."
"And what did they do to you?" I ask, my voice in a whisper.
"A-aside from the collar. Nothing. I would watch them walk by me for hours. Waiting for a blow or torture. Waiting for her to say something. Say anything. She asked me why and that was it. They almost looked... sorry for the collar," Alex responds, his eyes dart around the room like he can still see the looming trees with lions laying in the branches.
I stand and nod to him. Turning to leave I speak again, "Thank you... and Alex?" He looks at me, "I-I am sorry i put you through that."
"Alpha, it was my honor to serve my clan in any way. If this is how I am needed, if my purpose is to gather information, so be it." His voice breaks on the end. I nod to him again before leaving the room. The door clicks softly as I shut it behind me.
I didn't know much about the Pride. The leader is secretive. Under her parents rule, there had been a pack house of sorts. We had information about how things were run, in a way. We were not blind to the workings. While we did not like them and they did not like us, there were meetings held between us for rights to hunting. To deal with disputes and other technicalities. But then the leaders died fighting in the war. Both of them. Male and female. In wolf lands the females must be protected. They don't fight. It is not their job to fight, they have always been our most prized members. The backbone of the pack. We can't afford to lose them.
For 6 years we had been left blind to the pride. The 'pridehouse' was destroyed and we lost all information on them. We lost our ability to keep tabs on their movements. I had to do something. I had to get information. For the pack. Alex forgives me. Alex says he was just doing a job. He doesn't hate me. So why do I still feel like a shit alpha? I should protect my pack. Not throw them to the... well lions in this case. I try so hard to be the alpha I should be. The alpha my father was. He always made choices right for everyone. He would know how to deal with the spitfire Pride leader. He would know why I keep going over everything that happened today.
I enter the large pack house, two marble stair cases lead to the upper levels. A grand entrance hall is packed with shoes from pack members. I can hear people making dinner, but I have no appetite. I climb three sets of stair until I reach the alpha floor. Yes. Floor. The top floor of the 4 story mansion is dedicated to the Alpha and his Luna. My mother moved out the day my father died. I told her I would be fine elsewhere but she said the room held too many memories. That statement broke my heart.
I slide into bed between the crisp sheets. And lay there, staring at the ceiling as the day plays through my head. What a day. And I get to wake up tomorrow and live another just like it. I shut my eyes and wait for sleep to drag me under. As I am dosing off I hear my phone buzz next to my head. I roll my eyes and groan before checking my text.
We need to talk. -M
I shoot a reply to my friend as I glare at the bright screen on my phone. I shut the phone off and finally find sleep with the sound of that raspy voice and challenging eyes playing in my mind.
So, to clarify, this is the same day. Earlier so like the time Emylena arrived at Ira's land. Hope that helps everyone :) I have something planned but I want to get the "Intro" chapter esc things for the 4 povs.
***the views of the characters don't reflect my own***
Um idk if this is any good to let me know in the comments? That would be great lol. Also length could be a little longer probably but you tell me. The next pov of going to be the same day experienced by the 4th character.
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Pack and Pride
WerewolfIra is the pride leader of the wearlions; sharp witted, sly, and fierce. When Ira's pride is threatened by an ancient being awakening she must seek assistance from the very creatures she loathes. With an iron will and a pride at her back Ira will fi...