The grass crunches under my bare feet as I walk away from my mate and toward the woods. I can hear a rough voice calling out to me. I pause listening to the cries of Master's pack as they realize they are now rogue. I hear consern from the warriors as our mate draws closer to us.
A growl erupts from our chest as he comes to close for comfort. I can hear his breath quicken as he stops. We hear a twig snap in front of us. We let the whip slip to the ground slowly. We watch the darkness and see a flick of silver. A growl ripples through the air, stronger than the one we gave our mate.
I crouch as a silver wolf flies out of the brush. He almost lands on my mate, but at the last second he moves out of the way. The wolf lunges at me and we roll to the side. Dirt covers our cuts and bruises as we rise to our feet. Our mate lunges at him and wraps his arms around his torso. I punch the wolf in the snout and he yelps as he tries to get away from my mate.
We flick the wrist with the whip in it. It slices his flesh with ease causing him to howl. Pain slices through my arm holding the whip, as a dirty blond wolf locks its jaws around it. We snarl, dropping the whip, and slam my arm into the ground. It lets out a sharp yelp and remains motionless.
I turn to my mate to see him dropping the dead werewolf. A smirk pulls at our lips until pain slices through my back. We flinsh away from the pain and fall to our knees. Tartarus turns our eyes silver as I turn to see Master's trainer. She is the one who discovered that my scales can slice open my skin.
We stand and face her while blood runs down our back. Our mate growls at her. She smirks and snaps the whip. She waves her hand at me, egging me on. Tartarus wants to fight her, to finish her, and the pain with her. He snaps our teeth and our long tongue slips between them as he licks our lips anticipating what her blood tastes like .
I smirk as she shivers before rushing toward her. I catch her by her throat and lift her into the air. She coughs and struggles against our grip. Tartarus squeezes tighter and tighter watching with eager eyes as the life slowly fades from her eyes. Our face turns to an evil smirk as she tries to beg for her life. Horror lines her eyes and I hear a snap.
I open my hand after her body goes limp and motionless. She thumps to the ground and I feel a weight lifted off my chest. I feel sad that I didn't cause her the same pain as me. It is then I realize my side hurts. I look down to see a handle sticking out of my left side. I grip it tightly and grunt in pain as I slowly pull it out. I gasp as blood flows freely from the wound.
I cover it with my hand as my mate comes closer to me. I growl as I turn toward him, his pale skin reflecting the moonlight. I feel pain echo through my chest as I growl at the closeness of our mate.
'No one touches us.' I growl to Tartarus.
He whimpers slightly at the thought. I feel warmth running between my fingers. I can feel my body trying to heal, but I haven't eatten in a few days. My eyes starts to get heavy and I stagger a step.
"Sire, some of our people have been taken home to be treated for injuries," says a woman I haven't seen before as she lays a hand on our mates shoulder.
Rage courses through Tartarus pushing a way our pain and exhaustion. He snarls at the woman, our eyes flashing silver. She flinches away from our mate as my vision starts to blacken. I hit the ground and I can hear someone moving towards me. I growl with the last of my strenght as I black out.
