Cry Of The Pride

|7 ₹ The Fall Of Grace |

Altan woke up due to the heat, his eyes flew open immediately after he noticed he was curled up in a fetal position. Light was pouring in from behind him and he slowly turned to see that he was in fact in a boot. The middle seat had opened and a note was stuck to it.

Could not risk you breaking my car, went to get some food. If coffee and doughnuts count as food, ha. I'll explain when I get back.

-N

His eyebrows screwed together what was she going to tell him? He reached out and dropped the rest of the seat to his right before crawling out. It was awkward to say the least.

But he knew his he so much as tried to open the door it would go off. He pushed the chairs back into place. He looked around him and tried to ignore the new smell.

Then he saw it, the vast blue ocean. Only a pocket of it had made it through the trees but he knew what water looked like. Was he in the Cape?

He seemed perk up when he saw Nuria come to the car, she had a bag from Krispy Kreme and held some coffee from Mugg & Bean. She quickly unlocked the car and Altan stepped out almost immediately to help her.

He noticed how she froze with her mouth wide open, "what happened to your face?"

What the hell? He asked himself, she is only noticing now? "Nesar gave this to me after you told us he was the underboss."

He opened the driver's door and carefully took the coffees from her. Altan shut the door he got out of and rounded the car opening the passengers side. Slowly he slipped in and stuck the holders on his lap.

"I- I did not think he would take it to heart. I didn't know he was awake until I left," she shut the cat door and pulled the box out of its plastic bag.

Nuria was different in the morning's light, she seemed softer. She had her hair stuck up in a bun which allowed his eyes to see her clearly. To roam her skin and travel down her neck.

There was a nick at the base of her throat, a scar he was sure Nuria got during battle.

"Well..." he sighed. It took him sometime to accept what had gone on, and if he had to be honest. He hadn't and now he was gone and he did not know what to do.

He was over come with a certain hunger, one that seemingly planted itself in his chest.

"Altan," she called. He looked at her through his peripheral vision. "You're dead."

He looked at her sideways, "what do you mean I'm dead?"

She sighed, "I mean that..." she sighed again. Altan could not even imagine what was going on in this woman's head. Dead? He was sure he would know if he was dead.

"I didn't want to kill you, so..." she turned and leant onto the steering wheel. "I killed you for sometime, stopped your everything long enough for you stop being a pack member and stuff." he caught how she scratched her head.

This was a nervous trait of hers, "I told you not to."

She shrugged and grabbed a coffee from him and some sugar sachetes and began mixing her latte. "You had already hand the poison, you would have been dead for sure if you had half."