Wolf Queen (The Fate of Berrilium)

Chapter 14 - Rabid Wolves

Chapter 14 - Rabid Wolves

I rub at my forehead repeatedly as I walk through the tress of BloodMoon Pack lands. There was a civil war going on inside my head. One side shouted that being back here is going to be my death, and the other screaming that I'm going to die anyway, so to hell with it.

I shake my head and crouch low. As soon as I step back onto BloodMoon's territory, that silent calmness had gotten worst. Another emotion had broken through that wall of calmness too. My anger burned so hot beneath my veins, that the orange taint I get whenever I produce flames became visible.

I take my head into my hands and between my knees. Tears threaten to spill again. I'm going to die and before I do I'll go completely insane. I'll apparently become a killing machine. Goddess is that why I killed Devin so easily? Why I barely felt bad afterwards? It could be that I just wanted revenge and this had nothing to do with some kind of magical werewolf cancer/dementia.

I try to take in deep breaths as I force myself to stand. I needed to do what I came back here to do. I wish that my head was in the right place when I was opening that damn portal. I'm now stuck trekking all the way back to the pack house. But it's a good time to think. I need to go over my fucking options. I look at the dimming sunlight, the full day already ending.

I was going to stay in Berrilium, stay and wait for my little girl to get back from her field trip. Our time together will be so fucking short, and I needed to be with her, but I knew that I had to speak to Jason first. Jase would know what to do, and he'll help me sort this shit out, maybe give me ideas, and tell me everything will be okay. My mind goes back to his angry expression from earlier. I wince, I doubt he'll be excited to see me, but he can't ignore the fact that I'm a walking hazard, or will be.

I try to take some quick inhales, not really needing to with my odd numbness. I could feel the undertone of panic raging inside of me, but it was somewhat easier to ignore, unlike the startling amount of anger. I pick up my feet, forcing myself to move forward. I wasn't that far from the pack house I'm sure. I can smell everyone already.

My walk is slow, and I stop soon after I began. My body tenses and goes completely still. That odd calm washes away, but the unruly anger stays as I catch a familiar scent. I can feel all my emotions again as I breath in the more powerful scent of the two. A lump form inside of my throat.

"Dammit." I whisper, stamping my feet. I could smell Jake coming from the right, and my older brother coming from the left. They must be patrolling. I bite my lip and stood perfectly still.

I whisper quickly an incantation that would allow me to hide my scent. Something the Enforcer's pack have been using for generations. I could tell that Jake was further away, but Jordan is much closer, and heading this way. I take a deep breath wishing for that numbing calmness for the very first time. I can't deal with them so soon. Any other time maybe, but now, post diagnostic, no.

Jake will eventually pass by here, and I'll be able to avoid him if I hurry. I had already made up my mind that I would super speed it when Jordan breaks through the branches and shrubs.

He's breathing hard. He ran to me, that much is obvious. Not focused on Jake's scent, that numbness crawls in just a little. My brother and I stare at each other for what felt like forever, but is likely only a minute.

He walks forward, a look on his face I'm not very familiar with. "Destiny." He breaths. My mouth moves before my brain realizes. "That's my name, don't wear it out." I blink in surprise at myself. I haven't used that saying since I was a kid. It was Jordan and I's thing. Lame, but we always said it to each other. In the time of the before.