The Healer

Chapter Seven: Malachi | Mature Content |

Hello everyone!

Okay, so I know I've been introducing a lot of new characters and I'm about to introduce another one. I know. What the hell right? But I promise this character will be making a lot more appearances in the chapters to come. Honestly, as the author, this is not an easy point of view to write in so I hope to do him justice. Anyway, hope you enjoy. As always please leave a comment if you can so I can get some feedback or just some thoughts to keep me writing! :)

**WARNING/SPOILER ALERT:** THIS CHAPTER IS CONSIDERED MATURE FOR GRAPHIC VIOLENCE & STRONG LANGUAGE! 

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Malachi stormed down the hallway, every bit the dominant, unhinged male that everyone knew him to be. He walked through the  unfamiliar corridors as though he was meant to be there. There was no sign of hesitation, no uncertainty. He always held his chin high with an arrogance that no one could rival. Yet, today every fiber of his being was filled with a rage he could not contain.

He rounded the next corner,  feeling his teeth with his tongue in anticipation. He could feel the fear in the air, so palpable he could taste it. Every inch of him drank it in. It fueled him, filled him with the need to spill blood and cause pain. 

He could hear their whispers... "What is he going to do when he finds out?" Fear. More fear.

"What do you think he'll do?" A touch of sarcasm from a voice nearby.

Malachi smiled as wide as a Cheshire cat. Blood would be spilled today. Many would argue he'd spilled enough the night before when overtaking another pack, but he found it debatable. How could anyone spill too much blood? Most of the Alphas he faced were either too old to fight or too young to know how and both were no fun. 

Specifically, the Alpha from last night was barely old enough to piss on his own, let alone fight. Just when Malachi had thought it might be fun to toy with him, the coward started fucking begging. Malachi shifted right then and there and tore him apart before he could finish his pathetic speech. A leader? An Alpha? He was a disgrace to the name.

A growl tore through the air as Malachi rounded the next corner. Some of them stood around, leaning against the wall. Lazy.... Lazy.. The lot of them. "Find something to do. Now." He barked.

There were more whispers. He could hear them before he entered the conference room and it only fueled his anger.

"...At least fifteen of them. Some of them were women and children..." Their voices fell silent as his presence filled the room. He stood in the doorway for a moment watching them all. His eyes pierced every wolf in the room, demanding submission. With a steady, angry breath, he stared down his beta, Darren. 

"Speak now." He demanded.

Darren's eyes darted around the room, anywhere but at Malachi. Some of the wolves present were averting their eyes, trying to leave, but Malachi would not allow it. "No," He said simply. "You will all stay and witness."

Darren's movements were slow, his head bowed as he mumbled his reply, "Some of them got away." 

Malachi did not respond. There was anger in every fiber of his being. His body was visibly shaking now. His wolf demanded blood, pulsing under the surface. He clenched his jaw in an attempt to control the beast inside.

"T-t-they went n-n-north. We lost their s-s-scent." He stuttered, frozen in place. "At l-l-least f-f-fifteen..."

In an instant, Malachi's hands were around his throat, shoving him hard against the wall. His fingers tightening with every word. "What the fuck do you mean fifteen?"

Darren gasped for air, fingers clawing at the wall behind him. He was too consumed by his fear to put his hands on his Alpha. He had known him long enough to know it would mean his death.

"And some women and children with them," Someone else said from the room. Malachi loosened his grip enough to let Darren breathe as he turned his head to see who had spoken. A Delta... the fucking gall.

"Who the fuck are you?" Malachi growled. He tossed Darren to the side and approached the Delta who had spoken. He was small with blonde hair and blue eyes. The kind of wolf who would always look like a little boy and apparently, act like one. "I just asked you a question, boy." Malachi taunted, hands swaying at his side as he stalked towards his prey. Who the fuck was he to interrupt?

"Nate," He said slowly, confusion lining his features. He was too stupid to be scared. The thought almost made Malachi smile.

Malachi stepped into Nate's space. With a push to the chest, Malachi got into his face with deadly intent. "You are new, aren't you, boy." He whispered.

"Yes, Alpha?" Nate's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape. Malachi felt giddy with anticipation.  None of them would step forward or interfere. They knew the punishment would be death and Malachi enjoyed the killing more than anything else. The blood and gore of it all, the thrill of destroying and taking things over. He enjoyed the power and the fear that fueled him.

"Were you one of the deltas who should have been hunting them down?" Malachi spat. "Open your mouth, little boy. You were so keen to interrupt and now you can't seem to form a sentence." Malachi's teeth were sharpening, his wolf pushing through the surface. "It's all of you, isn't it?" He turned to everyone in the room. "ALL OF YOU FAILED ME."

Malachi started shaking, fingers extending into claws, hands constricting into paws. His body fell forward as he shifted completely, a growl ripping through his throat. They will all pay.

The room was significantly smaller. Some pack members were huddled against the wall, too scared to run. Others had been knocked over onto the floor by the table that had been in the middle of the room.  Someone had gotten cut. Malachi could smell their blood. It fueled his malice as well as excited him.

"Please, Alpha. Please." The little boy begged, but Malachi had already made up his mind. Today would be his last.

"Give me every detail." Malachi barked. "Right fucking now."

"Fifteen wolves escaped north with women and children. We think they were taken in by the Northern Pack. We were tracking them but we couldn't cross the border. There were too many of them..." His voice grew more confident the more he spoke as if the information he shared would save him. His words only served to seal his fate.

Malachi barred his teeth, growling. He must die. His wolf was demanding blood. Make an example of him. They must know who the Alpha is.

Malachi's blood was boiling, his skin tingling. He did not hold his wolf back anymore. He did not want to. 

With a final growl, Malachi's wolf lunged forward, teeth sinking deep into Nate's jugular. Sweet blood filled his mouth, stained his teeth crimson red and sprayed thick across his face. The metallic taste sent him into a frenzy and he howled in triumph. Nate's lifeless body fell to the floor with a loud thud that echoed throughout the house. Nearly satisfied, he shifted back into his human form.

Turning to Darren, Malachi licked his lips, still stained red with blood. "Now, clean this fucking mess up."

No one moved, no one dared to breathe until Malachi had left the room.