Wolves of Rome

Chapter Seven: Dilemmas

Hello, loveys!! So at long last chapter seven :D I hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter Seven: Dilemmas

Nico couldn't breathe. It felt as if every ounce of the world's gravity was pressing down on his chest, crushing him, making it impossible for him to catch his breath. But the lack of breath wasn't what had him worried. No, his mind, his entire being was focused on one thing and one thing alone.

The girl with the silver hair and eyes like emeralds. The girl who made his heart soar and break all in the same breath. The girl he'd sworn to kill, even if he died doing so. The girl who was meant to end his line, and destroy everything he loved.

She was his. Against everything he'd thought about the universe, he had never believed anything quite like this could happen. He'd never really thought about the possibility of his mate-or even if he had one. In Nico's mind all he could afford to think about was now. In Nico's world there was always a chance that there wouldn't be a tomorrow.

But he had never, ever imagined fate could be cruel, or nature or whatever it was that made him feel like he was going to die if he wasn't near her. That he'd waste away if he had to go a moment more without seeing her, hearing her, simply being with her.

Nico cursed, using a stream of rather colorful words as he raged down the deserted path. He'd long sense lost Horatio, who had tried to console him as any friend would. But his questions were only slaps to his ego-what had happened? What went wrong? Why was she alive?

Because she mine! She's mine! the beast inside him raged, clawing at the edges of him mind.

He doubted even his best friend and pack mate would understand. Horatio was many things-but sadly understanding wasn't one of them when the Romanus pack was concerned.

They all-Nico, Horatio, Bianca, everyone-had lost so many loved ones' to the feud. He'd lost his mother and father, and his brother to their murdering ways. Horatio had lost his mother and sisters when he was only a child, he scarcely remembered any of them, but the pain was still there, raw and demanding vengeance.

As for Bianca, in some ways her loss was the hardest. Her parents hadn't died while she was young-they had died only two years ago. It had been during a mission-they had tried to take out the young alpha, Michele, before he was initiated to the pack.

It had been a massacre. They'd lost more then half of the party, and the next day they'd found their packmate's bodies displayed horrifically outside the city. They'd been tied to trees for all to see, their eyes gone and their mouths sewn shut as it had been done in the Old Ways to traitors of the pack.

Nico had nightmares about that night-and Bianca had shut down completely. Gone was the bubbly girl who was all smiles and constant chatter. Suddenly there was a sullen, very grown woman who wanted nothing more than the blood on her hands. If Nico was honest, Bianca scared him more than any other of his kind. He sensed inside her something raw and blood thirsty, just itching to be free.

How could this be?

She-he couldn't bare to even think of her name, out of fear that he would totally unravel-was his enemy. She was destined to destroy everything he held dear. It was his duty-his purpose-to destroy her.

But the very thought, even the possibility, that he would have to hurt her, was enough to make him want to scream and kill the danger that threatened her.

Even if that threat was himself.

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When I awoke the next morning the world was blissfully silent. My dreams had been uneventful-no goddesses, no wolves, and no crying babies. I sat up, my eyes slowly adjusting to the warm glow of sunlight that was flooding through my open window.