3rd Wing

After closing the link, my body froze and my head started to pound. The lights became unbearable and high pitch ringing penetrate my ears. I tried to move my hand to shield my ears but it was useless. After a couple of minutes blinded by the lights flashes of images took place accompanied by the horrid ringing. The images were very familiar especially the silver wolf with the silver eyes. It stopped so suddenly and after I regain consciousness, the only thing that imprinted in my eyes was her smile.

I followed the scent and came across a Silvered wolf with golden eyes readied in her fighting stance. Then she must sense my presence. I crept low and watched every move the silver female made. She seemed to be calm even though the situation should have made her do the opposite. Something was really off. My thought was interrupted by a sudden low sharp voice.

“Come out, I know you are here.” She growled, eyes darting towards the surrounding trying to locate me.

“Why are you in our land?” I snarled back, still keeping my low position while she still darting from left to right searching for the source of my voice. The moon was high enough to reveal her face to me. Indeed, she was calm, and infect she was smirking as if what was going on really amused her.

“It’s none of your business my little pup, if you were kind enough to show yourself beta, or have no courage in you I see,” she said in a spiteful tone. Mocking and taunting me to attack.

“My courage is none of your concern, and IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS HERE IN LYCAON!!" I howled and pounced her sending her flying a few feet into the air before slamming her body to the ground. She let out a wince while trying to stand back up. Well, I never said I was the type to be patient when challenged.

The silver wolf launched herself towards me and baring her fangs. To my surprised, her strength was immense for a female wolf. A normal she-wolf couldn't exert this much power. It was impossible in many ways as she can match a beta head on to be exact the head warrior of the Ambersky Pack. Not to be sexist or anything but to go head to head with a beta, that's just something not that anyone can do.

I started to doubt and wondered who the hell is the silver wolf. It's hard for me to sense her rank or her pack as she's was that good at masking her scent. Knowing that I was in an unfocused state, the silver wolf launched herself once again towards me and knocked my body a few feet from where I was standing.

My vision blurred and my breath came in a short pant as she pinned me to the ground, paws pressing on my chest with elongated nails scraping and tearing the skin, wetting my midnight black fur with blood. She smirked at the pitiful position I was in. A low snort escaped her lips as her slit eyes glimmered with satisfaction.

“Any final words?” she said in a sing-a-song tone, her smirk still visible.

I bared my fangs not showing submission and shoved her off. We circled each other, studying each move, and waited for the first attack. I noticed that her eyes changed color. It was silver, the same shade as her coat. I held a gasp as my mind started to reel in the new information as quickly as I can at the moment.

It was surreal and impossible at the same time. As far as I know, the double silvers were extinct and served as legend now. They were wiped out during the war between Dagon Lycaon and Datanian Atos. All records that were written clearly stated that there was no survivor from that specific clan and the file was labeled with a big red marking ‘Deceases and extinct’. How can this be possible?

“Who exactly are you? You are no mere outsider," her smirk turned into a mysterious smile and at that moment her guard was down so her grip on me loosened. With the opening, I launched myself and aimed for her throat.

I sink my fang deep but not enough to kill her. A warm metallic copper taste filled my taste bud. A whimper was heard. A sudden sharp pain hit me as the double silver clawed the side of my face. Resulting in my grip around her loosen. Spitting the blood in my mouth, I turned to look at my opponent. Both of us were writhing and burned with pain as blood trickled down from our opened flesh soiling the green plain that surrounds us.

I gazed at the panting wolf again and noticed that she was unfocused, I took my chance and launched myself at her again only to be pinned down pitifully once more. Bloody shrieking rings throughout the dead night. Ivory claws ripping the skin of my sternum, making a long trail of open flesh from my chest to my abdomen. Thick blood gushing out of the happy trail and chuckling could be heard from the silvered wolf.

“Argh!!! Damn woman, what the hell are you doing?" I knocked the silver female with the last ounce of power, sending she-wolf flying few feet in the air to a nearby tree. To my luck, that final blow knocked her out for the night.

It was my first time getting beaten up almost to a pulp by a female. Again not to be discriminating against anyone. I limped to her unconscious body and gave it a few nudges to make sure she was really out. I motioned to the two scouts a few trees away to come closer.

“Help me with this one, I think my body would not be able to handle this alone for now,” one of them carried the silver wolf on his back while the other move closer to me aiding my way back.

The silver wolf bloodied form was escorted to our packhouse by few other sentinels. The sentinel that was on duty tonight opened the door to our layer. I made my way to the north wing as quickly as my limping leg could manage with the silver wolf on my back. Opening the door was a task. I know my mate would have made fun of my state but I still manage to handle the task.

Arakiel was sitting by the fireplace in his glorious human form reading and by his side was a reel of leather rope, as much as I want to know why he had those things, I rather keep it to myself. I lay the silver wolf down by the fire and nudge Arakiel with my snout. I'm too lazy and sore to change back to my other form.

“Thank you Araxiel, I see you had trouble handling this little one. And judging from all the wounds I assume that this is not an ordinary one as I believe no one here is capable to do this much damage on you?” He said while stroking my fur.

I just love the feeling of his warm hand through my fur. It’s just so pleasant just like the warm feeling after drinking a cup of hot cocoa.

“Yes, this one is not what it seems, be careful brother don't be fool by her appearance," I said through the link. Nuzzling more into his warm hand.

“Come here,” he patted the empty spot beside him.

I jump up and shuffle a bit staining the white chaise in the process. I looked at Arakiel, who was tying the female just in case she woke up and ran away. I rolled my eyes at his scrunched up face but letting him be and instead of assessing my wound once more. I realized what had happened and whined at my brother to say sorry for staining his white sofa. Why he is so into white when he knew that it would get dirty. Stupid mate.

“Hey, I can hear that" he glared at me playfully and moved closer to the sofa.

“It’s okay he can fix the sofa later, now hold on let me check your wound first.” He smiled and running his hand through my fur, resting it at the wet patch. I winced when he inspected the cut.

“She’s quite something,” he chuckled before shifting into his wolf form.