I grunt as I raise the staff to block his blow. The wood snaps and I use the ends to quickly disarm and make him fall to the mat.
"Halt," I hear.
I immediately bow my head and lower the halfs of the staff. Master walks infront of me. Pain slices through my face and my head whips to the side. The taste of copper floods my mouth. No sound escapes me.
"What was that?" he shouts at me anger clear in his voice.
I have learned a long ago to not answer when he asks something. I take orders and follow them. He starts screaming at the man behind him about keeping his arms up. I feel a hit to the gut. I make a small grunt as pain slices through my gut.
I do not fight back as he beats me. I shut my eyes and try to block the nerves in my head for pain. I open my eyes as he walks away from me. I stand slowly as blood run downs my face. I wipe it away easily and wait for my next order.
"Go to your room," Master growls.
I bow deeply and retreat to my prison. The guard that is always by my door comes in and places the silver chains in their rightful places. He wears long black gloves to protect himself from the chains. He says nothing to me as he closes the cell door. The door is solid silver along with the chains.
I watch him move to the wall with his seat. I sit on the bench and rest my back against the wall. I lean back and grit my teeth at the pain. The cold wall soothes it slightly and I hear a shout. I snap my eyes open as the guard comes running toward my cell.
He quickly unlocks the door, throwing it open, all caution lost. He slams the keys into the improper holes on my chains. I can hear snarling and screams as a bang sounds down the hall. I realize this is my only chance to escape. I snap a cuff with ease and grab the guards throat.
I snap it with ease and toss him aside like last weeks trash. I rip the chains out of the wall. I calmly walk out. The scent of burning flesh and blood enters my nose making my dragon stir at the thought of causing pain. Pain slices up my face as a werewolf uses a whip with a dragon scale on the end to lash at me. I smirk and finally let my dragon take over.
He snaps our neck causing pops to echo. He grins widely and shows our fangs. The wolf lashes out again. Tartarus lashes back with the chain and wraps it around the whip before yanking it out of his grip. He snatches it out of the air and rips the rest of the chains off, leaving the one on my left hand wrapped around our wrist.
He flicks the whip and it slices the wolfs throat like a hot knife through butter. He shifts his grip on our Master's favorite teaching tool. We walk through the running people to the pack house. We make it up the stairs to Master's office. He kicks the door open and sees him and his son, the same man we were training with earlier, standing behind the desk.
Master has his son slightly behind him, holding his arm out as he looks from us to the man with his back to me.
"Kill him," he orders us pointing to the man slight hope in his eyes.
He unravels the chain and lets it hit the wooden floors. The third man doesn't move at all. He raises our head and looks Master in the eye. His eyes widen as he realizes he is no longer in control, we are. He has our claws out and our fangs hang past our lips. My eyes have turned slits and widened to see more, turning liquid silver, his eyes.
Our claws are pitch black as with the scales crawling up my arms and shadowing under my human skin. We have never shown him our true form, the most he has seen is his eyes change color and teeth lengthen slightly. I feel our hearing heighten higher than a werewolfs.
We hear his heart pounding in his chest. He smirks, showing our sharp fangs, every tooth is razor sharp and ready to slice. I have no plans on killing the man in front of me, the monster, yes. I feel Tartarus let a growl rumble through his chest as he challanges the monster.
We hear his son whimper and see the man flinch slightly. The monster jumps back his heart hammering faster in his chest. We want to hear it beat so fast it stops. I feel a grin spread on our monstrous face as we slowly start toward them. The man moves quickly out of my way, we don't notice that or when he speaks.
We are hell bent on revenge for our mother. We swing our arm, using the chain like a whip. It wraps around our old Master's throat. We yank him toward us. He looks at us with horror on his face.
"Stand down," he tries to growl threateningly.
We smile wider as he looks down at him. His body looks small now as he lies scrawled across his desk looking up at us, pleading with our humanity. The same humanity that he killed many years ago. We look down on him and I see the monster he really is. A power hungry alpha that forgot about his family and his pack. Who left his morals in the dust thinking it was for the better.
He yanks down and snaps his neck. We hear his son scream and he flicks our right wrist and the end of the whip silences the boy. He chokes0 on his own blood and falls to his knees. We hear his body thump to the floor and a feeling blooms in our chest. Like we were carrying the weight of the world and now it's gone. He makes us look human again with soft flesh and reddish orange eyes.
We turn to look at the man still standing. I watch his green eyes widen as we realize he is our mate. He doesn't look afraid like we thought he would he looks proud. I nod slightly and walk past him out the door. We listen as his footsteps follow us out.
We pause outside the door, taking off the last cuff with ease. War still seems to be going on. I see a creature running toward a small child as she screams. I feel the whip lash out and wrap around his throat. We yank and I hear a crunching sound. My mate whistles a really high pitch sound. I flinch slightly and the creatures morph into what looks like humans.
We walk down the steps as my mate's voice cuts through the air cold air. I can smell sweat and pain in the air as the creatures turn their full attention to him.
"The war is over, the bloodline is dead," he shouts.
Cheers rise from his warriors and cries of pain by our Master's. Our breath comes out in little puffs of clouds as I step over a body. Their neck has been ripped to shreads and their eyes lay open staring at the stars. We can no longer see the spark her eyes once held in life, but her beauty did transfer over in death.
