What Lurks in His Eyes

Chapter 13: Draven

Song: Courtesy Call by Thousand Foot Krutch

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Draven's POV:

Ten.

Twenty.

Thirty.

I've nearly lost count now how many times my fists have made contact with the punching bag. Each hit causes it to swing harshly back and forth. The chain that it's connected to rattles loudly in my ears, but that doesn't stop me.

The sweat drips down the bridge of my nose, until it drips onto my bare chest. 

I growl out in anger as I think about all the things my little mate has been through. I don't know what exactly to do. I don't know how to handle it, and it frustrates me. I wish I could be of more help.

Vampires.

I should have known.

I can feel my emotions pushing through, and I just know my eyes have turned black. My wolf wants to be set free, but I can't loose control. Not now. Not ever. Losing control shows lack of responsibility and maturity in a werewolf. Only adolescent werewolves loose control, not other adult wolves and certainly not Alphas. 

Her sad eyes and heart-retching sobs echo and flash in my mind, and I make a vow to whoever scarred her will pay. They will pay with their lives.

Everyone who burned her down,

Everyone who tried to suffocate her light,

And everyone who shattered her,

Will pay the price for their deeds.

Brace yourselves for all will pay,

An angry Alpha is coming your way.

Yes. It will surely be sweet when I look those bastards in the eyes as I drive a stake through their chests with my own bare hands. I feel my heart beat in excitement at just the very thought. I can feel my canines elongate and the beast stir within me, pacing, begging to be set forth and released.

But I will not loose control again, I have learned the hard way.

My parent's didn't name me after Darkness himself for nothing.

But that's a story for another time.

I feel my arms becoming sore with the constant impact from my punches, and sweat drips down my arms, but I don't stop.

Everything becomes a blur around me, and the only thing I can hear is the sound of my own labored breathing.

"Alpha Draven-"

Someone calls my name, but I don't acknowledge them as it feels as if I'm encased in my own world, shrouded by anger and other emotions. 

Seventy.

Eighty.

Ninety.

By the hundredth strike, I can feel the sweat dripping into my eyes. I can feel a warm liquid run down my arms and I can hear my heart pounding loudly in my ears.

"Hey Alpha Draven, calm down." Someone calls out as I feel a hand rest on my shoulder.

I turn around quickly, ready to strike when I meet the eyes of my Beta, Teddy. My breath is ragged, and my eyes are no doubt black.