Lunar Whispers-Born for the Lycan King

Chapter no 8- Triumph's sleep.

'A lifetime's thirst, at last, slaked deep,

The bitter cup, a triumph's sleep '

Amara

The air was thick with tension, and anticipation. The scent of fur and ozone hanging in the air, carrying a low hum of growls.

Damein looked at me. His eyes flared in anger. I snatch myself off the floor and stand up.

"Go in," He said to me, tilting his head once towards the gates, "Take shelter with the city woman."

"The hell I will," I yelled at him, "I would watch the demise of this man with my own damn eyes, or I will die tonight." If I were in a comic, my ears would be releasing smoke from how fried my brain was with hot rage. My hands ached to wrap around Jacob's neck and watch his eyes as they drained out of life because of me.

If I were a better woman, I would follow Damien's commands and expect him to let me stay. But I wasn't. I will fight; otherwise, all the pent-up anger from years in my land, it would kill me.

What Jacob did today was the last straw.

Damien stepped forward to give me a piece of his mind for rejecting his direct command, but there was a howl. A piercing sound that cut through the air.

Seraphic pack charged forward like a dark tide.

The rain-soaked ground vibrated like an earthquake under my feet.

The sounds of claws hitting the ground and launching forward. Fear is crawling under my skin like spiders. A rush of adrenaline flies over my body, raising goosebumps.

I watch as the two tides merge. I watch the very first Enigma wolf pierce the neck of the Seraphic wolf, and my heart yelps in pain. The head came free, like a gruesome trophy.

The chaos was overwhelming, the scent of blood and mud freezing me.

Damian had approached Jacob away from the battle. It was rule the Alpha's fought separately, and no one was to interfere between them. The Alpha that dropped, loose.

I wanted to laugh. I was a battle, who cares. This was my chance.

I needed to kill Jacob.

A wolf walked towards me. I backed away instinctively. It snarled.

I shifted into my wolf, saved by a second of it attacking me. It was a member of my pack, my home. And he was ready to kill me.

I skid forward, the mud sticking to my claws that I raked across its face and neck. I played nastily.

The wolf wasn't expecting this and stumbled back. I continue to claw at it, finally biting at a shoulder. We rolled on the ground for a while. There was a sharp pain in my arm, and I retorted by biting its neck. I tasted blood and felt utter disgust.

I untangled myself from its body. Its neck is bleeding. I didn't want to kill him, but if I didn't, he would've killed me.

The battle raged on, the rain-soaked world a blur of teeth and claws.

High on adrenaline, I charged forward out of the tides. I was covered in wet mud all over my fur.

My eyes searched for Jacob. I could recognize his white and grey fur anywhere. I spotted him and stopped in my tracks. In front of him was the most enchanting thing I had ever seen.

The fur glistened with the water, black at the roots and crimson at the edges.

It was big. It towered over Jacob, who seemed like a dog in front of him.

I knew who it was.

My mate!

I was so distracted by the sight, when a force crashed into me and a pain surged at my shoulder.

For fates sake! Let me at least enjoy the view while I can.

I back away. Dodged another attack and ran towards Jacob.

There were faint whispers in my ear.

...Kill. him.

...kill. him.

...kill. her.

...Kill. her.

The voices grew, and a sharp pain rang in my head that was unrelated to the little battle wounds I earned.

I lose focus and launch forward and bite at whatever I reached. A clash of fangs met bone in a whirlwind of fur.

I pushed him onto the ground, with me. My claws marking his face.

...Kill. him.

...kill. him.

...kill. her.

...Kill. her.

Before I can bite into his neck, two strong arms wrapped around my ribs and pulled me back.

My skin heated with luscious heat at the contact.

I protested against the grip but it only got stronger.

"Easy woman, Easy!" He told me. I snarled.

Damian was torso flashing me while towering over me.

"This is not what we do in battles," He said.

I looked behind him, The seraphic pack was de-moralized and far less in number than they came in before. They had started to retreat.

There was blood and death everywhere. The battle had ended.

I didn't die.

I was left to live more, to torment more lives.

I was huffing. The air was not cold anymore. In fact my body was heating up in fever.

The pain, numbed from earlier, presented itself with sharp nails. I turned with the left over energy.

Damian had scratches all over his body.

My arm was bitten at the shoulder and forearm. My jacket was shattered and so were my clothes. I was standing there in a few pieces of rags, almost naked. Mud and blood everywhere.

"So, Tell me wild one," Damien said, "Do you want to punish those who have wronged you?" He asked.

The white on his eyes bled red, a storm brewing in his eyes similar to the one above us. A glimpse of madness that defied explanation.

I believe my eyes reflected the same, when I heard him.

I look down at Jacob.

"He took away my home," I spoke, talking a step towards him.

"He killed my father," My voice cracked with another step. My hands morphed into a fist beside me. My feet slipped past the wet mud.

"He took my sister," I was standing above the man guilty of my charges.

"He humiliated me, and made me kill my own pack members,"

I turned to Damien. My eyes conveying what I wanted to say. Yes, I wanted to kill the guilty one. Yes, I wanted to kill the one who wronged me.

Damien had his eyes focused on me, Appraising and assessing eyes. He nod his head once. It was so subtle, if I blinked I would have missed it.

I swing my leg over his body, and stood with my legs on each side of his body. Jacob was groaning in pain, all blood and skin.

I lowered myself and grabbed at his head. I bellowed pulling and twisting it, channeling the pent up rage of fifteen years.

There was a loud crack and the body went limp under me.

I hold the head in my hand for a couple seconds, before I let go. I wanted to spat at him but it was not ladylike.

I move away from him and kicked his lifeless body.

My knees finally gave up and I swing and fall down, breathing hard.

A smile covered my lips.

Triumph!

Damein

Of course there was war. She was here. I told her to leave, but her after effects lingered.

I stood by my men at the gates, waiting for Seraphic pack to approach.

She was gone so it was no use. I wanted to tell the fates.

But the moment I saw her running towards me, I froze.

Moirai be damned. Those three woman, I wanted the punch them in the guts.

I wanted her unharmed, even though I knew it was of no use. I saw Jacob hold her down but I didn't protest for her sake. I heard Jacob call her names, call her his, and I didn't protest for her sake.

I heard her scream and I protested, for her sake.

The battle began, and I stay close to her to protect her. That little vixen denied to leave the battle field.

I saw her fight.

I launched to protect her but he was already ripping at the throat of her attacker.

My divert of attention earned me a couple scratches on my back and a bite in return on Jacob.

I watch as she tore apart Jacob's head and kicked him.

I watch her survive.

I watch her not die.

I watch her smile,

and chills spread all over my body. This was not good.