Fin's Claim

Hope

Finian POV

Powers seduction

I feel as if I am on another level from all these wolves, my father never mentioned this allure. He never told me that I could succumb to its sweet beautiful pull.

Whispering thoughts snaking slowly up my spine, hissing needs to consume the weak, dominate the powerful.

"Did you feel this way after you became Alpha to the North?" Grey looks at me confused.

"I'm not sure what you mean Fin." He gets up from his chair by my bed feeling my head as if I might have a fever.

"I just feel different Grey. Did you feel different?"

"No Fin, I felt exactly the same."

"Maybe it's just me." I let the subject slide.

"So are you going to take control of the North now you have the West?" I can see hope in Grey's eyes.

"No, I was hoping that you would take the West off my hands. I don't want it." I'm searching his face for any signs of hope.

"I can't, there's no way that I can do both, no way Fin. All the males are already eyeing my position up, they all think that they can take me. Every now and then I have to teach them who I am. It's as if I constantly have to prove myself to the pack that I can lead them just as good as you. I can't take the West, I just can't." Grey's running his fingers through his hair, rubbing his temples as he closes his eyes.

He looks bigger to me, I haven't seen him in a year and he's changed slightly. He's filling out, becoming more. I can tell the power coming off of him in waves, yet his eyes look tired. It's as if he hasn't had a good rest in a long time.

Getting out of bed with a small wince of pain, Grey goes to help me but I push his hands away from me. I can do this on my own now. I don't need him to help me dress anymore.

"It's okay Grey, I got this." The dressing has been removed letting scabs form on top of the split flesh. I should be good as new by tomorrow.

"Whatever you say Alpha Finian." The smile graces his lips in mocking. His head bows ever so slightly towards me, he doesn't turn his neck my way just a quick bow of respect.

Some banging is heard downstairs as if someone is trying to destroy the house, Grey shakes his head slightly.

"Let's go rescue Thomas." That's all Grey says to me.

Walking down the stairs our eyes are met with a raging female. She has a silver knife in her hands angling it towards Thomas's throat. She doesn't look like she has any skill with handling silver no balance in the way she holds the handle. It's sloppy and laughable.

I wonder if she ever held silver before?

"Stay away from me." Tears are in her eyes as Thomas takes a step towards her.

"You need to calm down Sophie." His voice is gentle and reassuring. She's dirty, hair all full of sticks and leaves. Torn material of her shirt, it looks like he caught her again. She's always running away from him.

"Put the knife down Sophie," Thomas says this again only for her to take a swipe at his head nearly cutting his face.

Without a second thought, I lunge for her, easily grabbing the knife and throwing it towards Grey to catch.

Picking her up by her jaw off the floor I bring her to my face. With as much power as I can harness inside myself, I look into her eyes until she looks away. A whimper comes out of her whole body.