VEUX

Eighteen

I changed the point of view to third person in hopes of revealing more information. I edited the whole story and realized some parts may be very confusing, so I hope this helps in the future. (:

January 29

"Repeat that."

Oracle closed his eyes, exhaling. He expected his to brother to react calmly on the outside, yet he knew deep inside a vengeance has blossomed. "Sid, I'm so sorry—"

"No," Came his voice over the phone. "Repeat that to me. Please, brother."

Oracle's palm flexed by his side. He sat behind his mahogany desk, on the plush dark chair that kept him from feeling the pain of sitting for hours on end. "I made a mistake. I know that, Sid."

"A mistake?" Obsidian snarled, his pitch causing Oracle to crane his neck. "Letting her isolate herself from your pack was a mistake. But letting her seek comfort in her Protector!"

Oracle groaned. He'd been hitting himself over the head with guilt for the past few weeks that he knew about Eye and Saoirse's intimate relationship. Confiding only in himself, Oracle bore the burden of the knowledge in immense suffering. If he'd told anybody else, he feared the consequences. Feared the rumours of being the worst Alpha in history. He wished he had put an end to their relationship sooner, yet he knew not how.

"I never should have let her stay with you." Obsidian sneered over the receiver. That guilt inside of Oracle was picked at like a guitar string being tuned. "I should have challenged you for her. You are not strong enough to raise a she-wolf."

Oracle covered his face with palm, folded over in his chair. His breaths weighed him down with sin. "She is gaining strength, brother. She has accepted our culture—"

"She has insulted us to the highest degree imaginable! All because of you; of your negligence to teach her the Law."

Barely, Oracle could get a word in. He locked himself inside of his office, and dialled his brothers number with deep regret. His eyes had yet to open, yet to notice the darkening sky of the ending day. He knew Obsidian was furious. Oracle would have been too, yet Oracle was level headed since it was not the subject of his own mate.

"It was the only way brother," Oracle tried to explain himself, rushing as many words together as he could before Obsidian's next out burst. "She is aware you turned her; she resents you for that. Hiding the mate Laws from Saoirse was the only way to prevent her from rejecting you. Brother, tell me you have not forgotten the goals of our journey?"

Finally, Oracle had shown his brother the light. Saoirse clouded Obsidian's mind with darkness. He didn't like hearing her in trouble, hearing when she got hurt during training. Especially, he despised learning that she had no idea she belonged to him; body and soul.

"How'd she find out I turned her?" Obsidian demanded. "Who told her? Was it you?"

"No," Oracle ran his hand through his hair again from stress. "From her Protector."

Distinctly, Oracle heard his brother punch through a wall. He knew the sound like a ringtone. Half of Oracle's home bore patched up drywall from his brother wolves tempers.

Breathing heavily, Obsidian replied, "Warn your patrols. I'm coming over."

Oracle sat up from his hunch, clenching his free hand into a fist at his struggle to contain his brothers temper. "Think about it, Sid." Oracle spoke. "She isn't fond of you right now. Seeing her will only stress the situation; you don't want to make things worse."