Enemies (Farkas X Reader) a Skyrim Fanfic

Promises

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{Previously}
-Urgrad-       (He ain't dead yet)

I awoke from my bed. Word reached about an attack on our Northern camp. Near Birch-Falls. It was a good resource camp, and we had almost picked off all the werewolves from the pack. Vle and I were placed as high guards for a new Silver Hand leader. Better yet, he was the controller of the eastern camps. Starting at Dawnstar, down to Whiterun, then tracing around to Windhelm. He took lead of all the camps in that area. His name was Reign, everyone just called him R, or Leader R.

I heard a knock on my hard, wooden door. "Enter," I stated. Vle came into the room, "R called for you. It's important." I nodded and got up. I slipped on my armour over my leather clothes and followed Vle, my sword slid into place at my side.

"Urgrad, Vle. I'm putting you in charge of the camp near Whiterun. It's our largest camp and this imbecile doesn't know how to run it," Reign said. With a snap of his finger, two guards carried a man into the room. They dropped him and stepped back. The man began to calm a bit. He looked at me, still on the floor. "Kill him, and you shall lead my camp. Vle, you'll be his second in command. Almost the same in rank but a nudge below... Now, Urgrad, take your blade. Kill him. You can rule the camp." Reign stated blankly.

The man began to freak out as I placed my hand on my sword. I unsheathed my weapon. His eyes got wide. I held it above me. He backed into a corner.

"You won't hurt him right?" Y/n asked. There was a small dark elf at our feet. I looked at him. He could be now older then us. His leg was broken, he was defenseless. "I swear on my honor to never hurt the innocent, my lady." I said, turning to Y/n. I looked into her beautiful e/c eyes. Her h/l, h/c hair was in front of her face. I pushed a strand away.

"I won't hurt him... Or anyone, if they are defenseless. I promise."

Promises were made to be broken.

I shook my head and dug my sword dead into his heart. No need to be clean, I pulled it out and held it to his throat. He was barely alive. I enjoyed to watch him suffer. "H-help...." Was all he could choke out before I dug the blade into his throat, slicing his head clean off. I wiped the blood of my face and turned around. A smile clear on my face.

"When do we leave?" I grin.

-Y/n-

I had been siting on my bed, a book in my hands. I pulled on my satchel and grabbed a coin purse. "I'm off to the market. Stay hidden, Ozul." I say. He simply nods before looking back at his pups. Arlilo gets up to follow and I let him.

I walk down to the market and buy my normal; cheese, apples, and venison chunks. I just got double the amount of chunks. I paid and was heading back home. I heard a deep, low growl reside in Arlilo's throat. "Well, well, well.... Look who it is." An all to familiar voice said.

"Vle," I choke out. I spin around on my heal, slowly. The Dark Elf stood a bit taller than myself. Arlilo was already facing him. "What is your business here?" I hiss. "Let's just say... Our friend, Urgrad, was put in charge of one of the largest camps near here."

"Silver Hand? Near Whiterun? Never heard of it. What's your real business?" I say. "Largest camp. Near Whiterun. Hidden from the eyes of passerbys. We've had complaints of a stray wolf running our woods. If I were you, I'd keep your mutts out of the woods East of here." Vle stated. I took a step away from Vle. "Urgrad is after you. And your little boyfriend. I'll be by his side the whole time. He is my brother in binds. Even if I once trusted you... The wolves got to you first." Vle said.

Vle placed his hand on my shoulder. "I know that you won't leave the dogs, but we will get you back. Don't believe that we have given up. The Silver Hand doesn't let anyone cross them. That's a threat and a promise." He hissed. I heard a growl behind me. This one was deeper than Arlilo's. "Hands off, you Silver Hand..." Farkas's wolf voice (pretty much a deeper, bit more scruff, version of his voice) growled to Vle. I turned to his his normal, icy blue eyes, an electric yellow. Full of pure rage.

The Elf smirked before putting up his hands in defeat. "I give in. For now... Just wait until I stand toe to toe with you in battle, Wolf. I'll make sure our little Y/n watches Urgrad cut your filthy head off." Vle hissed, his words like poison, to Farkas before walking away. After a minute of silence, Arlilo's hair flattens back down. Farkas's eyes were a baby blue as he released a breath. He looked at me and we walked back to Jorrvaskr together, in silence.

Farkas kept his eyes on me the rest of the day, in a protective manner. Before I went to bed, he discussed something with Arlilo in wolf. Arlilo nodded and followed me to my room. I slept that night. Just not comfortably.