Perseous's Human Mate

Missing

Kaneza's POV:

I understood his mate was missing, but he could dial the anger back just a little.

"WHERE IS HE."

My mother stood in her tribal robes, blocking Percy from entering the meeting room. "He's not here, I can tell you that much."

It had been fifty hours since Max went missing and I woke up next to a burned down bar. Being away from her was literally killing him, that is if he didn't do something to get himself killed first. Like try to order my mother around.

"Then where the hell is he," he growled in response. His clenched jaw and bulging veins only made him look more unstable. I knew my mother wouldn't work with him unless he was in control.

Her eyes burned like Bronzite stones, "your not well Perseus."

Percy's body lurched forward, but he caught himself on the trim of the double door room. "I need her, Amadi. You know I'm dying without her and she is dying without me. Help us."

A chill washed down my spine. For many years he was just the egotistical, cold hearted killer. For once he wasn't just doing things for the sake of his pack, he was being selfless. But then again, he could just be trying to save his own skin.

What he said sat with my mother, I could see the strain in her posture, the ebony knuckles holding the doors turning pale white. After a few moments she closed her eyes saying quietly," he was headed for the chapel."

With out a moments heasitation, Percy's long legs were already taking him to the door. Andolf and I exchanged glances. His green eyes mirroring the concern in mine. Without a word we followed in step behind Percy, he was relentless and you needed two monsters to stop a monster. And without Max by his side - Perseus had become just that.

It only took a simple elevator ride and three turns before we were entering, what I already knew was going to be a bloody mess.

The doors cracked under the wrath of a desperate mate as we entered the small chapel. Immediately our eyes landed on the God of War himself. He acted so casually, legs propped up on a chapel branch and his eyes not lifting from the text book he was holding. Andolf quickened his pace so he was now in between Percy and his target.

"Easy Perseus, you need to remember he is royalty," Andolf said in a deep tone. He slapped a freckled hand on Percy's shoulder, keeping him from making anymore strides closer.

"I just want to ask him a few questions. I don't need a babysitter," he hissed, attempting to remove Andolf's hand. When he didn't move and simply darkened his green gaze, Percy growled so deep the benches shook. "You want to do this now Andolf? Because if you do I have no promise I'll stop before I gut you like a rouge."

"He's stopping you from pissing off our only lead. And by protecting you, he is protecting your Luna." I intervened.

"Questions," said a voice from across the room. Without looking up from his book Viorel continued to speak. "I've always found that fascinating about werewolves, you ask questions but don't listen to the answers. Thinking would be too hard. You'd rather rip out an animals jugular and find the answer carved into its bone then have to actually think something through. All emotion - no brain - no control."

I stepped in front of my Supreme comrades. "Perhaps the men may be small minded. Have you yet to give a woman a chance?"

He glanced up from his book, scanning me with that swirling purple he has for eyes. More like gems than anything, soft to lure you in and then sharp to cut your soul and spill all the secrets inside. "The Supreme Alpha of the African continent. And now also the survivor of a bar fire, I'm sure that will be a fun story to tell the pack when you return home to your sand bowl."