shades of SUMMER

1|DIVERSION|

ALPHA DEMETRIUS VOLKOV

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With burning rage and infallible intent, my beast stormed towards the packed house. Eyes narrowed and sharpened. Nose puckered and ears pulled back to sense any menace prowling in the shadows of the night.

The landscapes blurred past him but his nostrils picking every scent he was passing by, mushrooms, nuts and wild berries with the hint of an earthy taste blowing with the breeze.

Slowly, the trees dispersed. The dirt path snaking through the woods heading the packhouse came in view. The wrath consumed him, seeping out of my beast's pores and filling his senses, overwhelming his vision until only one colour embedded in his mind.

Red

His thirst for blood.

My beast was hungry. He ran his tongue over his teeth, thinking of the fresh juicy meat he would rip off the bones of the carcasses. His mouth watered as if he could almost feel the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.

Smoke emanating out of the packhouse. The raw stench of blood was heavy in the air. Wolves were attacking and tearing each other apart in a bloody frenzy.

A scrawny wolf flashing his yellow stained teeth, he charged towards me.

Beast snickered.

The scrawny wolf was no match to him, he was in a no condition to withstand beast even for a minute. In a blink of an eye, beast squatted down and tipped his head to the side and clamped his teeth against the throat of the scrawny wolf.

The scrawny wolf thrashed on the ground in pain and let out a guttural noise, wriggled to wrench free from my beast's hold. But his grip never slackened. Blood flowing in his mouth and slowly, the wolf's lifeless body slumped to the ground.

Wolves pouring in from the shadows but they were only a few in comparison to the northern warriors, beast could count them all on his paws. They must bury their heads in the sand if they thought they could claim a portion of his territory with such a measly number. This must be a spoof.

Beast scoffed.

He assuredly wasn't needed here, the northern warriors were more than enough to protect their own skins, charge at the invaders and defend the pack.

Beast turned to retreat to his bride and complete the mating ritual. His mind was somewhere else, thinking of Aura, when a set of teeth sank into his hind leg. Beast kicked out. He spun and bared his teeth and snarled at the wolf in a mangy coat.

The mangy wolf tucked his tail between his legs, crouched and dropped his head on the ground. Beast tapped his leg on the ground, commanded the mangy wolf to show his true identity. Before the mangy wolf shifted, a sable wolf lunged and struck him.

The sable wolf ripped off meat from his throat, tossed it in the air, caught it and swallowed it down. Blood smeared the wolf's nozzle, trickling down his mouth as he met my stance head-on and challenged me, letting out a low rumbling growl.

Beast froze in his place, considering the possible situations of what had just happened. Why did the wolf kill his warrior brother?

Beast waited and circled around him. He flared his nostrils to inhale the wolf's scent to detect a sign of vulnerability and threat. He liked to taunt and tease with his food before he finally had a bite.

Standing tall and proud. Ears were upright and facing forward. Lips curled up. Baring his fangs and teeth, Beast was showing his dominance to his opponent.