Vixen

Chapter Thirty-One: Raphael

Chapter Thirty-One -- Raphael : HOLY COW ONLY ONE MORE CHAPTER. 

PS highly reccommend listening to the song. 

"Jesus fucking christ," I snarled at the open door. I stared out into the woods that bordered the edge of my property. She sauntered out of here without even giving me a passing glance, and headed out with absolute ease with my Beta. To say I was pissed was a complete understatement. My blood was boiling and if it weren't for being severely silver poisoned, I would have more than likely charged after her, tackling her to the ground, prohibiting her from entering this fight. 

I turned around and instantly threw the lamp to the ground. It shattered and sparked out upon contact with the wooden floors. Shards of glass littered the ground and the room immediately went dark. I continued to pound my fists into the walls, denting them and marring them permanently. My mother would probably shoot me with a harpoon if she saw the current condition of this house; the house her and my father had build together. It was their vision, and I was ruining it. 

My mate -- the only one I would ever get -- was going out there to die. She didn't have to say it because I could read the look off her face. She had every intention to let herself go and fall into the dark oblivion of death. I would do anything to keep her breathing for another day. 

Get it together pretty boy, my wolf taunted me. He was just as upset as I was, but at least her could keep tabs on her wolf. They were tighter than me and her actually were. The closer we managed to get to each other, the farther we would end up in the end. I wasn't about to go back to living life with a gaping void of nothing in my heart. 

I threw another punch at the wall. The throbbing in my knuckles didn't bother me, but rather the thought of seeing Cora's limp body. 

She's going to kill herself, you know, I snarled in return. I pushed him into submission. He kept silent for a while, leaving me to my own devices. I continued to dismantle and thrash furniture around. This place was never a home to me, it was a house and not a home. Cora was home, and she was going into a fight without the intention of fighting. 

Anger flooded through my veins, and pulsed through my system. I ran through numerous ideas in my mind again and again attempting to come up with anything that would protect her. Nothing came to me. 

I growled out in frustration. I opened my eyes and stared at the mess before me. There were pieces of broken furniture, wooden frames, glass and debris littering the floor. I couldn't even walk through it without stabbing myself with a shard of something. I wanted to regret trashing the house, but I didn't. I didn't regret my blue bruised knuckles, or the condition of the room. Nothing mattered anymore -- what was the point of keeping it together when I had no one to keep it together for. 

I swung around to look out the door again, hoping to see her coming towards me, running with her arms wide open. A figure was emmerging from the woods, and a spark of hope ignited in me. I stumbled out of the house, feet getting wet against the dewy grass as I approached the figure. 

To my disappointed it wasn't Cora. The silhouette grew more masculine with each passing step. I lowered my head and began snarling already. Who would dare approach me now?

"Alpha," This was a voice I didn't recognize. He even carried a scent that wasn't found from our pack or neighboring packs for the matter. 

"Who are you?" I demanded, a snarl followed my words. 

"Adrian of Argent," The name struck me oddly. Cora was the only Argent child. It was impossible for there to be another without the entire world being aware of it.