She was a Bavos werefemale. Her world was of rules and certainty not of adventure and rebellion. It was just a fantasy.
Fated mates. No wonder they called it a myth.
A familiar knock.
“You look stunning.”
“Listen. I just received word that Ali had been killed,” there were no more gracefulness in Dillon’s voice.
She felt a deep pang of sadness in him.
“Is this our fault?” he howled with great pain. “That we do not choose who we are born to be. Of whom love. I knew what I was for a long time and I did not hide it. I knew who I was and what makes me happy. I kept it bottled inside – and I kept living many days that were not me. Not true to what I am.” Dillon said in a sad tone.
“So what if I am a Delta? Does it detract the fact that I can strike as hard or even harder at my enemies?” he pulls his lips revealing his human fangs. She noted that he still had fangs even at human form.
He collapsed to the ground.
“Life is not fair. I get it. But to deny our own nature.. to live in the ideals of the nature of another. That I cannot do. We have but one life here. I am wolf enough to acknowledge who I am. That’s why I hate our kind. I am fiercely loyal yes, but I hate our own. We claim as having transcended the beast, being so civilized as to span an empire, but we have not come close as to being as civilized as them.”
He looks over to her.
“That’s why you must go.. “
“I know you love him. I see it right through you. So go after him…! Don’t make duty for an empire stop you. If what you feel for him is true then you must gladly accept that. ” His voice had so much pain. “You are a werewolf soul that is waiting to be unleashed in the world. The world is large much larger than the confines of this fortresses. No amount of wall can ever prevent you from getting what you truly want. You have to find that which makes sense to you that which makes feel alive.”
She sat there mesmerized by the honesty of his speech.
“I want to be with him.. I want to be in that ship.” She said.
“I want to know to know that I do not know what will happen. Maybe a great story lays in him, I do not know.” She let her emotion consume her.
“Then…” Dillon replied. “You must find a way.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“Then you will feel the pain of living a life you do not want to”
Chapter 12
The alpha podium stood proud in the middle of the arena. The thrall would finally formalize the vassalhood of this island. Every Bavos werewolf on the island was summoned in the arena to watch this historic event. The whole island fell silent.
The thrall would mark his ascent to alphahood. An alpha to a whole island, he relished the thought. Regan would have served his duty to the empire well.
Seeing the only thing that was missing was hunting of the Sigma, he knew exactly what needed to be done. After this event he would order the execution of all the betas in the land. Every single beta would be hunted down. This would eradicate all future threats. They could just ship in other betas from different regions to repopulate the island.
In his werewolf form he saw the swirling mass of the werewolves before him.
The moon shone bright with intensity, serving as both the judge and witness to the thrall.
A new generation would symbolize the coming of the new generation of Bavos. The empire would finally be complete. Not much fare had been given to it, but this island rim would mark the completeness of an empire. Its reach uninterrupted all the way to the farthest reaches of all known territories.
From the corner of his eyes he sees the key that would seal everything to its place. A beautifully ornate thrall dress dramatically illuminated by the moonlight. Something impulsive within him wanted to rip it to shreds immediately, but he held back. He wasn’t a rabid dog, he reminded himself. He was a Bavos and this bitch was his breeder. From her womb would streak the legacy of the empire, extending his line.
Under the full moon, her dress shone brilliantly. It was an artwork, an elegant piece. Patterns and fabrics unimpeded pulled the observer casually and gracefully. A single fabric did however cut the look. It was a scarf that either complemented the dress or destroyed it completely.
The old wolf took on to the podium.
“Quiet you lumbering fools,” huskily the old dog said while clearing his throat, “Regain!!”
Lines were drawn instantaneously. The werewolf warriors held their lines unmoving.
A young wolf unsteadily stands on the podium to proclaim the declaration of thrall. Son of the old wolf.
“On this full night … we shall celebrate… the thrall of the vassal’s mother,” saying the words while fidgeting, “marking the empire’s recccccohh… recognize!”
The werewolves didn’t know that commanded. They looked at each other confusedly.
“recognition,” growled the old wolf.
“ah yes,” the young wolf continued, “ the empire’s ‘recognition’ of the vassalhood and the direct arm for which our alpha fathers had built.”
The old and young wolf yielded the podium to Regan.
Regan stood on the podium with proud authority. He derived his power from this slab of rock. The respect that he desired was for the podium and for what it represented.
Regan wondered why she had chosen a head piece. She was pretty, attractive, and arousing. He thought that maybe her tears made her eyes puffy. Some females were like that. But something felt wrong with her smell; seemed she put too much perfume.. it was overpowering.
The thrall dress casted a long shadow on the spectators of werewolves as it walked to Regan side. The powerful smell made some of the wolves uncomfortable as some of them licked their noses to rid the smell. Potion smell was the perfume of the werefemales.
“You put too much potion smell,” Regan said to her without looking at her.
The old man looked at a younger wolf. The younger wolf brought a piece of cloth with the blood stains of the pigeon. Regan took the cloth, the he grabbed her fareeza scarf, tossing it the ground. Gently he laid the cloth on her.
Old man then said, “you may begin”
Regan’s arms came down on either side of her, caging her beneath his large chest. Moving one hand to the shoulder, he pinned her firmly to the ground.
When he ripped the thrall dress he was horrified at what he saw.
***
The ship had left the harbor and was coasting at sea. She found herself in the hard planks chest of Remus. His smell was intoxicating to her. She just wanted to bury herself in his tight embrace.
She glances back on sea that reflected moonlight and into the island.
“Dillon…”
She owes up to him, to his friend. He gave her his life so that she may find the freedom to live hers. The world now seemed large to her. An interesting life she would live from this moment on. They will be hunted by the Bavos until the end of their time.
“What are we going to do?”
He looked at the moon then back to her eyes.
“The only thing we can do,” He said. “Fight back”
The howl of 300 Satos pack lay in the galley under the ship. They still proclaimed him as alpha and maybe others will too.
“Fight back” she said as she wrapped her arms around him.
END
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