Victoria's POVViolence...you've been warned...read at your discretion.
The old oak table with its high back chairs has silently stood witness to generations of Alphas leading at the head of it. Even with all the scratches and dents, it's still beautiful and strong.
His Betas are to his right and left, plates full of food. Fin at the head, commanding his empire where once I sat....
No spot is saved for me. Maps are spread out as they scrutinize my territory lines. Grey standing tall and straight on Fin's left just behind him....eyes downcast to the empire before him.
Fin watches my eyes take this in, he wants me to understand I have no place anymore. He is setting a precedent on how I should be treated, a former leader that has no status. I take a breath turning away from them all. No breakfast is saved, nothing but empty dishes greet me on the slate countertops.
My soul bleeds against the thorns he's putting in my path...this new oppression has my shoulders wanting to curve slightly forward in defeat. The wolf in me snarls at my actions, she will not tolerate my feelings of self-pity.
There is a need to leave, this is not a life I can continue living anymore. I'm finished fighting, I have no strength left inside me. Again the wolf paces inside of me... agitated, she is the fighter that I can count on, always the strength I lean on.
Averting my eyes, only to walk away from my former table that holds no place for me anymore.
"Victoria." His silky voice makes my skin burn hot with a red flush. The undeniable connection between us cannot be ignored physically, despite our mental fortitude the bond between us is binding its own will solidly around us, we are no match against the Moon's Pull.
"Fin," Turning around facing him, crossing my arms over my chest for protection against this male.
It's his eyes that dance along my skin, making my breath come out faster than it should. His jaw clenches tightly as his gaze slowly drops away from my body.
"I need to know your territory lines on the Southern Border."
Walking towards the table bristling slightly towards his Beta, I lean over Fin's right shoulder slightly, not touching him but close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. He shifts slightly in his seat with my nearness to him.
I trace the boundary lines with my finger turning my head slightly towards Fin's neck, I give myself a small pleasure....inhaling his scent wishing I could just touch my nose to his skin.... once.
My wolf howling her compulsions at me to take our male in front of his men, mark him as ours. His eyes locked to mine in warning....no male should possess eyes like his, that can tie you to your spot making it impossible to move.
Taking a deep breath, beating the wolf down inside me I pick up the map, crumpling it into a ball putting it into Fin's hand.
"This could be your territory Fin, everything...it's your time."
I'm met with absolute silence, shock on all the warriors' faces except Fin, he's looking at me. Grey turns his head away looking out the window, he knows what's coming.
"How do you think I should go about doing that Victoria?" He's serious, my idea turning in his head. All Alphas covet land and power...they all seek to leave a legacy...
"First you have the wrong wolves at your table." My words are met with low growls, that threaten violence. I stand my ground by Fin's right shoulder staring at his Betas daring them to act on their promises...they don't and my words are justified.
Turning away from the table I once headed, my legacy is finished...while his is just beginning.
Letting the door close behind me softly, morning mist rises on fingered tendrils creating an opaque veil of sight...Feeling as if I drift out of sight as a phantom does....ever so slowly disappearing into the white.
Preferring my fighting form than skin I run, releasing control to my true nature, she surges forward relishing the control I give her.
The mist so thick and heavy coats her fur with droplets of moisture that rolls off her body each time paw meets earth. She runs extending her form to its full length. Raising her muzzle to the wind she detects the delicate scent of prey that has her mouth salivating for flesh and blood. The aroma's pleasant smell lingers in the back of her throat.
Following the scent trail brings her to the edge of a clearing, setting her sights on the yearling suckling from its mother that eats the grass below her.
With a burst of speed it's only moments before the fawn's life is suffocated by powerful jaws. The wolf settles in for her meal, ripping the flesh from bone swallowing it down, it's paws bathed in blood and gore....as the mother looks on from a safe distance away in horror. Nothing but bone is left after the feast.
My natures pays no mind, it's eat or be eaten and this wolf will always eat....
A furious howl shakes the air as my wolf takes notice of his approaching form.
The grey fur ruffles slightly in the wind that hints at the last days of fall...there's an edge of crispness to the air that holds a promise of how close winters breath is.
His broad shoulders are held rigid as if he was ready to fight any moment, back fur rising up, rigid-legged posturing his displeasure at my wolf for eating all the kill without the thought of saving a portion for him.
Cleaning her paws of the blood she pays him no mind of his bristling form.
Fear tries to raise up in my consciousness but she swats it down hard with a huff of disgust. Licking the side of her mouth she lays her head on her two front paws waiting for his show to end.
He lowers his head, ears pulled back, hindquarters raised preparing for an attack as he creeps slightly closer. Lips pulled so far back revealing his promise of pain. He is so close I can actually see the quivering of his fur.
Without a second thought my wolf lifts her head licking the side of his face, pressing her nose into him taking in as much of his scent as she can.
A look of surprise crosses his eyes, disarming his once menacing stance, reducing him to a sitting position as my wolf presses herself against his body, rubbing her scent all over him in a display of pure affection.
Opening her mouth wide she regurgitates some of her meal...an offering to him from her.
Her head pressed under his chin raising the beast's neck exposing the vulnerable soft skin without thought she clamps down marking him as hers without permission. Once done she licks the blood off him, pressing her nose into him one last time. Her tail curls around his neck as she presses her flank into his shoulder letting her smell saturate his fur. With a content feeling, she bounds away from his nature, satisfied with what she has just done.
It's just a very faint feeling of shock coming off of our male, he's unable to really grasp at what just happened as the binding of our souls just became that much more constrictive.
Changing in the shed I can hear a very faint muffled cry coming from the side of the house.
My eyes aren't believing what they're seeing as I watch Fin's beta and two males trying to hold down one of my females.