Luna

Chapter 14

Aurelius

Standing before the man whose scent coats the females' body, I tremble with excessive rage. I detest him already, even before I know the nature of the events that occurred prior to her arrival to this diner. Struggling to keep a leash on my anger, I grab his neck and squeeze it tightly as I lift him up into the air slowly.

'KILL. HIM.' Ozouf snarls as he creeps forward and glares at the man with utter disgust.

The mans hands claw at my arm in desperation, and his legs sway around as he attempts to escape my grasp. He growls in frustration and makes the delightfully crucial mistake of looking me in the eye, causing me to smirk in pure jubilation. Challenge accepted.

His eyes darken in realization of the dire mistake, and almost immediately, he casts his eyes to the side. Neither Ozouf nor I care though. We're already elated with the challenge; mistake or not, we're about to rip him to shreds here and now. Whatever his relation to the female, the presence of his scent over her body, especially while covered in bruises and near death, he deserves no mercy. 

"STOP!" the Alpha behind me hisses, attempting to halt the events unfolding before him.

It's amazing how wolves forget the hierarchy and order of our species. Behind me is a man whose dominance is half my own, yet he inserts himself in my business dangerously, risking more than just the death of a single male. It angers me, and before anyone can interfere with the rage coursing through my body, I throw the male towards the wall a few feet away. This should have cleansed my desire by a fraction, but Ozouf needs more. He needs a glimpse of actual blood before he feels a little relief from the overwhelmingly staggering anger.

Blocking everything else in my surrounding, I march over to the man who is struggling to get out of the destroyed furniture he had crashed into. Upon observing my fast approach, he hurries to his feet and braces himself for impact.

This is it; I think to myself as I permit my wolf to take charge. We both want – need the satisfaction of ripping the male limb from limb. To see the blood drain from his body. To make him beg for mercy before I finally end his suffering. For her.

"ENOUGH!" the witch barks as I feel a hand gripping my shoulders, and tearing me away from the thing before me.

I growl in anger as I turn to find the Alpha glaring at me in anticipation of an attack. He's fighting the males battle and disregarding the outcome of his own demise. Quite frankly, I don't care. Whether it is his blood or the other males isn't my concern. In fact, all I want is blood. Any blood.

As I march towards the imprudent male – sorry, Alpha before me, the witch launches another one of her treacherous witchcraft towards us, halting the alpha in his tracks, and causing the other male and woman to fall to their knees. One of them whimpers in pain, but I don't care which one. All I want is blood. So, disregarding the pain coursing through me as the witch tries to subdue us all, I march over to the Alpha who was so inclined to take over for the male in the battle, and punch him hard in the jaw.

One punch isn't enough for me though, but my business is not with the impulsively foolish being, but with the other. Snarling, I turn to the male already on his knees, and I feel Ozouf's happiness radiating from within. He's beaming with the happiness of finally letting out the frustration that has been building throughout the morning. Frustration caused by non other than myself, and this male; maybe, probably, whatever...

Once I'm standing before the male, I grab him by the collar of his shirt with one hand, as I begin to punch him repeatedly in the face with the other, letting the impact of my fist to his jaw fill me with delight. During the fulfilling activity, I hear the hint of a shriek, or scream, or something, but I don't pay attention to it. Besides, its too faint for me to pay it any attention as I focus my attention to the one thing helping me ease – no, soothe my anger. At the first sight of blood on the males' face, I grin with blissful delight. I needed this – we, needed this. But my relief and happiness are short lived as the witch intensifies her treacherous acts, causing the pain coursing through my body to cripple me, and I fall to my knees.