Xavier (1st bk of Wolfcreek Pack) (Completed)

Chapter 74- Xavier

"NO!" I heard someone, Cass perhaps, exclaimed before a flash of cream shoved me away and attacked someone that I couldn't see.

I grunted in shock when I fell on my side and twisted into the direction that I saw the flash of cream going pass, and my eyes widened in shock when I saw a cream-colored wolf, with a side of her head covered in black fur that matched my own, attacking a wolf that I assumed was Camen.

Beautiful... that was the word that I had to describe this dangerous force, attacking Camen like there was no tomorrow. Beautiful, strong, and dangerous.

A feeling of dread settled in the pit of my stomach while I watched her, and I had this inkling that something was off. There was something off about her, and it scared me.

However, I didn't do anything while she attacked him, and I had a feeling that everyone had stopped, on both sides, to watch these two fought.

Snarls and growls filled the air around us, and each yelp of pain resonated through me because I had no idea who was yelping and why.

I couldn't tell who was winning while they fought because of the blood, small bits of loose fur, and dust that covered the two of them, blocking them from view. I couldn't tell until there was one final cry of pain, and Cass lifted her head to howl in victory before she tore through Camen's lifeless body mercilessly.

I watched in pure fascination and shock while she took all of her anger out on him, my heart pounding in my chest at a fast pace. I couldn't blink, couldn't move while I watched, my heart yearning to take her in my arms, but I stayed put as if under some trance, some sort of spell that I didn't understand.

"Cassandra," a voice boomed, resonating through the forest, breaking the spell that had fallen on us. The king stood tall and proud while he watched her. Power filled the air him, his presence commanding and intimidating. His gaze was solely on his daughter, and he scowled while she kept tearing the body into pieces and in ignored him. "Enough." His voice was firm, and that word was lower than the others; its order hanging in the air and ordering her to follow it.

Cass stopped tearing through the lifeless body that used to be Camen and looked at him with red and silver eyes, filled with unknown light and dangerous power. She clutched a leg in her jaws and broke it into two with a loud crunch before she let the pieces fall to her feet.

Someone gasped, but I paid them no heed while I watched the female before me. "Thank the Goddess," the person whispered. "It worked."

Slowly, without taking her gaze off of the king, she picked up the head of her ex-mate, still in prime condition, and limped towards him.

The Guardsmen around us shifted while she slowly walked forward with the head of Camen swinging back and forth in her jaws.

The king stood taller if that was possible and watched the female before him. His face was a mask, and he showed no emotion to her while he waited for her to do whatever.

The air around us grew thick while she slowly placed Camen's head on the ground before she groaned, fell on her side, and submitted, sticking a paw in the air, close to her adopted father.

Relief filled the old man's eyes, and a grin broke on his face. He shook his head at his daughter and ran a hand through her cream-colored fur caked with blood and dirt. "You had me worried, Cassandra Marie," he scolded. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Cass shrugged her shoulders and said something that made him chuckle. She closed her eyes and basked in his warmth, and I had this urge to go over there and brush a hand through her fur myself, but I didn't; I didn't move.