GREY

Supremacy

Our return to the village is a long walk, shoulders hunched over and heads hanging low.

Victory is ours, lives are lost

Upon our return to the village everyone shifts into their naked form, beaten, broken and bloodied we stand before the women and children of the pack. A moment of pride and relief washes over them. Only for a moment before the mates and children of the warriors who gave their lives to the pack fall to their knees, their wails of pain and heartbreak rise into the stary sky.

The moon shines upon us, howling to the moon goddess we mourn the fallen.

"Lena!" My mother rushes to me wrapping her arms around my cold figure, her warm comforting me.

I wince in pain as her arms tighten around me, my wolf weakened from our wounds.

"Oh my g- Someone get the pack doctor!" My mother bellows to the wolves

"No mother don't, there's wolves with worse injuries than mine. I just need to rest" 

She hesitates for a moment placing her hand over my flesh wound, blood soaking her fingers as it makes its descent down my arm dripping off my finger tips. I wince as she applies pressure to stop the bleeding.

"Its too deep. Come on we need to get you inside, this will need stitches" placing her hand on the small of my back she leads me through the pack who are embracing their loved ones or consoling those who have lost theirs.

"Where is Shamus?" My heart rate increases as I fail to locate him

"Lena we need to get you medical attention now, Shamus can wait" my mother pushes me forwards, I see him.

Standing in his naked glory, stained in the blood of other wolves there is hardly any serious injuries on him, a couple scratches and deeper cuts on his thigh but nothing more.

His eyes lock onto me, travelling from my face down my neck and onto my chest. I feel his hot stare travelling down my cold skin, my hairs stand on end and a feeling is buzzing between my thighs.

I wrap my arms around my chest and blush in embarrassment as he bites down on his lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. 

I do the same as my eyes travel down his neck, his Adams apple throbbing as his body tenses. The muscles of his chest constrict as my gaze burns into his skin, I dare to look further down but I fear a pool form between my thighs and run down my legs. This is a real male, my male.

We pass him and head towards the safety of our pack house, I hear his footsteps following closely behind and my behind begins to feel warm. His eyes are taking in a full view of my naked form, this is his. This belongs to him, his female.

"Come on, we need to stop this bleeding" I look at our entwined hands are realized our hands are soaked in the blood oozing from my shoulders wound.

"Sit on the bench" she instructs as she begins tearing cupboards open, throwing things around in search of something.

I wince in pain as I lift my leg to get onto the bench, a tearing pain comes from within my torso, unable to get on the bench I lean against it as my breath constricts

"I think I've broken my ribs"

I feel a pair of warm hands grab my hips, my feet detach from the ground as i'm gently lifted into the air and placed on the bench.

I lock onto a pair of silver eyes as I turn to see my helper. His hands remain on my sides and I cover my chest again, cheeks burning red.

"Thankyou Alpha Grey"