A Different Type of Ending

Chapter 9 - Feyre

Feyre

The two men in charge walked forward and I took a careful note of the fact that there were little to no females wandering the encampment. There were an assortment or Attor-like creatures, each roaming around like they were in charge, they sent shivers down my spine and fear coursing through my blood. Nothing would make me forget the beast Under the Mountain, perhaps I would find him here. Or maybe on the battlefield. The two men who had walked forward were about similar in size and were both reasonably muscular, but nothing in comparison to the Illyrians. One was blonde, the other had brown hair and both seemed to act like I was in no place to boss them around. I wonder who their old commander was, and whether he was such a pushover that he let them do this. No wonder the King got irritated by him. The men were at least a head taller than me, and the blonde had a sort of half-snarl plastered onto his face as if he didn't know how to do anything else. The brunette, however, knew how to control the emotions on his face, but not so much those in his mind. He was irritated by the fact that I was a woman, and the fact that I had only decided to show up the day before the battle. He would regret thinking that last thing, he would wish I had never shown up, and I wonder if Jurian could read the same thing through their body language. He seemed pretty good at that. 
"You two? Really?" Jurian asked, making the blonde one's snarl grow ever so slightly into a sort of distaste. I looked over my shoulder at Jurian,
"You know them?" He shook his head slightly, but not in answer, just in disbelief. 
"I thought you were both dead, and I had wished you were both dead." He spoke, still not answering my question.
"Would you like to introduce me then Jurian?" I said, more of a command than a question, with more force than I previously used. 
"Feyre, this is Kert and Alvar. They fought with me 500 years ago, and then abandoned me when I was captured." He said, his voice simmering with entombed rage. I glanced at the two males, looking them up and down with a sneer plastered to my face. Despite my dislike of Jurian, I was disgusted by the two males standing in front of me. What twisted sense of brotherhood must you have to abandon someone you knew so closely, I couldn't think of anyone in the Night Court who would dream of doing such a thing. 
"Maybe they'll get a taste of their own medicine soon enough." I said through the sneer. Both of the men glared at me, as if they thought they held the power here. Fools. The both of them. "You two have done a fucking good job of pissing me off today, and this is the only time we have until the full force of Prythian comes at us. So, are you going to learn to behave, or do you want me to send you to your death today rather than tomorrow?" Neither seemed to take the threat seriously, and I was fuming, my hands were heating to the point where I could feel fire on my fingertips and the molten abyss swirling in my eyes. Jurian crossed his arms across his chest and smirked at the two males, evidently able to pick up on the anger radiating off of me. 
"You two just made a very big mistake." He said, just as my wings flared out behind me. No longer were they the ones I remembered so dearly, now they were swirling smoke, dark and looming, so much larger than the ones I had once conjured before when I knew what it was to be somewhere I loved more than myself, so much more sinister, so much more like the place i now resided. There was fear in their eyes now, genuine and pure. I knew what they saw in me, not a powerful female, but the Night Court, the male who they had seen shred minds with a thought. My mate, on the other side of Prythian, who still held such a dark place in their minds, so at odds with the side of him I had come to know. Tomorrow I would see him how they did, and I wondered if it would be fear that coursed through my veins as well.