Beyond Midnight

|07|

Fray

I spend the whole next day practically running around the human den, trying to find a way in that is inconspicuous enough that it won't cause a flood of males to come barreling over to attack me. And it's not because of the reason that the female gave me, it's because I wouldn't want to hurt her by killing every male in the building to get to her.

It would be so easy, I was told by Torint before I left that humans are extremely delicate. They have a threat level 1. That means that I must be hyper careful around the precious females, but that I can use their fragile nature to my advantage if I'm challenged in a fight by one of their males.

Our power far exceeds a human's, most Rytarians boast about their threat level. It's a rank to many. A sign of their value. My threat level is 117, which is very high. The highest threat level among Rytarian kind belongs to Barre, a wild gladiator warrior that lives in solitude. I haven't seen him in years, but he still holds the record of a 154 threat level. He is lethal, and many stay far away from him.

Then, there is Soleil to think about. A threat level 1 is frighteningly small. I have no idea how to touch her, or approach her, since she is so very little and soft. I love to look at her, crave to hear the sound of her fascinating voice. Her body is so round and giving, her hair wavy and dark, her eyes so deep brown that I'm in danger of drowning in them.

Her name is odd, but I found myself repeating it over and over outloud to myself as soon as I knew it. The more I hear the name come out of my mouth, the more I love to say it.

But the more I see Soleil through that window, the more frustrated I become. I want to see her. Really see her. I want to feel her. Otherwise, I'm not sure she is real. She could be a dream. Her beauty is something that might only exist in dreams.

It's not a good thing, me becoming obsessed with this female. I want her. I want her so bad that I am willing to jeopardize the whole mission just to lay one finger on her. It's insane, but if it's crazy then why do I feel like it's so right?

I can't stop rounding the building and plotting what I am going to do. I know Soleil warned me, but my will is too strong to just leave her alone in there.

It's only now that I notice I'm being followed.

"What do you want, Locanas?" I wonder, glancing at him over my shoulder as I stop my pacing. He's right behind me, his arms folded over his chest as he narrows his harsh, blue eyes at me.

"I'm trying to figure out what our General is doing, but I can't figure out what it is since you gave us very clear orders to not invade the human den." He murmurs, flicking his gaze to the high gates imprisoning our prize. "It wouldn't make sense that you are appraising it as if you will raid it at any moment."

I turn my head away, trying to hide my expression. I'm not shocked that he is observant. Locanas has always been smart. I just thought no one would notice since the many other warriors here are content to wait around as they fantasize about having a female of their own.

"I'm just making sure that I know all sides of the den so that I am familiar with the layout. I don't plan on breaking in. Do not worry. I have a plan, and I am going to stand by it." It's only half a lie, I'm trying to stick to my plan, but I'm fighting the urge to go against it every second that I remember Soleil.

There's always a question in the back of my mind if this is fair to the others. I basically have a head start. Meeting Soleil wasn't in my plans, but it happened. I have a better chance at getting a mate than the other Rytarian males. I don't plan on letting go of her either. I want to pursue her properly, court her, plead with her to be my mate.