Tainted Blood

3. Nikita Darkheart

I looked into Donovan's Jade green eyes. They were a hypnotizing color, like the dark green pines on the trees around us. It was almost impossible to look away from him once you got only a glimpse. But there was something about them, a secret, that I couldn't seem to unravel.

"You're staring," he said as we walked down the game trail back to the area our pack was camped in.

I shrugged, "You're eyes are kind of hard not to look at. They are such an odd shade of green..." My dream from last night kept replaying in my head. I shuddered and moved my eyes back to the dirt. I didn't love him. My relationship with him was fake, purely to keep my position in the pack.

He laughed a little it almost sounded forced, "And you're eyes are silver."

I nodded, "That's true," I smiled a little, "I'm a freak of the moonlight."

He smirked, but didn't reply. We always made jokes like this to each other. Neither of us really believed much in the common religion. There is an ancient myth that one of the original lycanthropes had an ability to predict the future. His silvery eyes were laced with lyrium which made it possible for him to see.

I heard a rustling not far ahead of us, like someone was running as fast as possible towards us. I could feel my hackles rise as I stared, looking for any sign of the person or thing coming at us. Only a few seconds passed until someone erupted from the brush, looking winded. She was the newest member of our pack, Lissianna. Her auburn hair was tousled, and her bright green eyes were vibrant.

"Liss," I said, "what are you doing."

She sucked in a massive breath before replying, "Alaric wants you and your boyfriend back to camp now. There was an attack on a human colony, we are going to fight for them."

Not wasting a moment, I phased into a wolf, and charged back in the direction of the camp. Being the Omega of the pack, it was my duty to be there when major things like this happened. I bust through the brush, into our camp, and spotted Alaric almost immediately. He was already in his wolf form, his chocolate colored fur covered in dirt, he'd been in a fight recently.

What happened?! I asked. Werewolves had some form of telepathy when we are in our wolf form. We could tell each other anything, but whatever we said, everyone else would hear.

The human colony of Winchester was attacked by a clan of leeches. They took General Scott's daughter, Ellie, along with some other Mortals.

I cursed to myself, How long ago was the attack?

An hour ago. We are taking the pack there, it will be us, and one of the packs in Plena. He replied, turning to face the rest of the pack, who were all already wolves. We leave now.

There was no resistance, only excitement floating through the minds of other wolves. There were perks to being the Alpha, Omega, and Beta of a pack. We could hear everything other wolves were thinking, but they could only hear what we wanted them to. However, whatever, Alaric, Donovan, or I thought was shared with each other. The pack rushed through the forest. To us, or leeches, it would have made the same sound as a Mortal running through the forest. But, to a Mortal, we make no perceptible sound.

We came to the edge of the sea within minutes. Luckily, our pack was camped near the border of the werewolf continent. There was a ten minute swim from our continent to the Mortal one. Add in strong currents and an undertow near the Mortal land, and it was a near impossible swim for a Mortal.

I jumped off the ten foot cliff, into the icy waters of the sea. It was spring now, and all the snow was blending with the water, making it even colder than it would be any other time of year. The current would've swept us away for sure if it hadn't been for our strength. I could feel the current pull at me as we edged closer to the Mortal Lands. The water tried to sweep me under itself when we got nearer to the shore.

When my paws touched the soft sand on the other side, I almost let out a breath of relief. a very minor part of me worried i'd be swept away in the current, even though almost all of me knew that was illogical.

It's a day's journey to reach the Winchester Base. We will continue until dusk, and arrive at the base sometime around high sun. He said, shaking out his fur.

I looked over at Donovan. His fur was the color of ash, a dark grey and black mix, that seemed to make his eyes stand out evermore. He shook his head playfully at my thoughts. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Alaric roll his eyes before commanding us to move out.

I looked around at the human lands. It seemed so different, yet it looked almost identical to ours. Rising pine trees, rocky cliffs, rainy days. But this wasn't my home. No. I didn't have a home anymore.

We are approaching a human camp, Alaric's voice sounded in my mind.

Sure enough, within a matter of seconds, I could smell the smoke of their fires. And soon after, I could hear people talking. Is this Darkwood Base? I asked, as we came into the fringe of the clearing.

Yes, he replied to me before speaking to the entire pack, We are entering Darkwood Base.

There were several okays along with a few lulls in conversation. After being the Omega, or second in command, for two years, I'd learned to tune the others out. So it wasn't until there is almost silence I'd realized they were even talking. Of course, I could pick out names, mine and Donovan's were coming up a lot.

I looked at the rising tower that held the Lieutenant and his immediate family. The mortals looked at us in almost relief as we walked through the town. One man, I could only assume he was Lieutenant Curt Darkwood, approached us.