Her Heart's Whisper

CHAPTER 4

Their footsteps getting louder and louder. The crowd surging forward before me. Before I have time to recognise his face, his wolf lunges forward. Huge, brown paws punish the ground. His menacing growl echoing through the pack. I flinch with the power of it.

What's left of the pack, suddenly drop to their knees. Slowly angling their necks to the mass of muscle in front of them. They are bowing in submission. In submission to their new Alpha. The new leader. My new leader.

I look to the crowd. Craig and Beth at the far end. Bowing their heads. In shame or submission, I can't tell. The twins next to their mother. The similarities springing up. Only they are weaker. Much weaker. But then again, so is their mother. Today's the day that she proved that. To me. To us. The weak Luna. Weak villain. Disgusting woman.

With one long stare down from the new Alpha, the pack shifts. Skin to fur in a flash. The brown wolf sprints across our grounds. Exploring his new territory. The pack trying to catch up behind him. It's been years ever since these grounds have been oppressed. And now it feels like it's finally free. I'm finally free. Free even though I'm chained to this pole. Forever chained to my punisher.

The new leader will now run with his pack. Mark his lands. Get to know his pack. I wish I could be a part of it. But once again, I am forgotten. Cast out. Once again, I'm outside looking in. Once again, I'm wishing to be a part of it. Like I wished to be a part of someone's family years ago. That dream now shattered into a thousand pieces scattered on the path that I walk on.

By the time the pack is back, the scavengers have already targeted their next. The sky has now tinted a sparkly black. Our goddess smiling down on me from behind the passing clouds. Little nocturnals creating a harmonious melody, drowning out the flashbacks of death and sorrow in me. Leaving me in a trance that I'm unable to break. I no longer hear the frogs. I no longer hear the hypnotised fireflies sacrificing their lives. And I no longer hear the wolves around. I stare blankly into nothing. Even when the second in charge pulls me away from the punisher. My punisher. My bloodstained pole. I see nothing. I hear nothing.

But I feel everything. I feel his strong arms slide behind me. Slowly picking me up yet still bruising me. Is it due to the strength of him? Is it because of my weak body? Or does he just want to cause me pain? I can feel his punishing hands but I don't see him. Going unnoticed by my eyes. All I see is a blur.

My attention falls to the blurred image in front of me. Two female wolves surrounding us, threatening growls erupting from within. My wolf ranting about how she could take them down. She doesn't realise the crappy state that we're in. The second in charge tightens his grip. Ready to battle these wolves for me. My vision finally starting to uncloud. He's staring them down, a warning to them.

With a single slash of their paws, my bare body is painted with scars. I'm a combination of blue, black and red. I've become an article of abstract art. My wolf growls in anger. Angry at these weak little wolves. Angry at me for taking the pain rather than handing the Moon their lives.
Second in charge lays me down. The crisp air hitting my back, my wounds, my soul. Eating at what's left of me. With a quick shift, skin to fur. He has the weak wolves beneath him. Cowering underneath him. The wolf's eyes pinpointing mine. Staring into my soul for what feels like hours. A flash of fang from him has the female wolves quivering and shivering out of fear. They angle the soft, delicate part of their necks to the demanding wolf. He shows them their place. You'd swear that he's the Alpha of the pack. Such authority oozing out of this wolf. He knows his worth.

The strong wolf grabbing each one of the wolves in his jaw. Tossing them away like garbage as he growls in disgust. He then makes his way to me. My eyes too exhausted to see our saviour. Fur to skin once more. I still feel his hands cup me gently, peeling me off the ground. He feels so warm, so safe. And with that feeling of safety I finally fall asleep.

When I wake up, my bare body is all covered. No more prying eyes will be seen. My wounds hold the dried magical paste of healers. A soft, fluffy blanket offers me the warmth that he no longer does. My eyes shoot around the room, the door is closed. For the first time in years, I am given privacy.
After hours of trying to piece the recent happenings in my room. My wolf tries to sniff out his scent in the room. This room is covered in so many scents that it makes it difficult to identify his.

I make my way past the servant quarters. The pack no longer watching me. No longer staring at me with lust laced with disgust. Minding their own business. For the very first time.
You shouldn't be feeling bad about taking what's rightfully yours Alpha Ian"
I stop in my footsteps and hide in the opposite room. Pushing the door a little so I'm not noticed. The Alpha will have my head if I'm caught for eavesdropping his conversation. Judging by the man's whisper, this is definitely not something they want anyone to know about.

"I know, Beta Lucas. They deserve this for all that sinful bastard did. And everything is just a whole lot messier now that you're tied to them!" the dominating voice travelled from the room across. If this new Alpha isn't careful, he'll have the whole pack know his thoughts! I need to do something. Wait. So Alpha Ian is Craig's son? I don't believe this. I slowly back away from the door, trying to piece everything together. In a flash the door bangs open, a strong hand covering my mouth. Well it serves me right for eavesdropping...