CHAPTER 4

The last time Flora saw her father was on a hazy afternoon; the moon had merged with the sun at daylight. So immature, she barely remembered what happened that dark day. Loud lingering cries inflated the void air in the land of Alion.

‘Stay with your mother, Angel,’ Seth Bradley speaks to Flora.

‘Protect mummy while daddy’s away, will you?’ he asked cynically.

‘Family, duty and honour,’ Seth and Flora sounded together. Seth left with an obviously elite team of twelve; all wearing an Emerald stone amulet. A pack of werewolves had attacked the city, slaughtering everyone in their paths. Seth and his elite team rode swiftly into the woods in pursuit of the pack. The wolves were strangely dark-coloured, with hilly huge heads, fierce looking faces and sharp long fangs. The fight began and continued with an eternal length, like it lasted a millennium. With serial profound wounds resulting from dangerous wolf bites, Seth was left alone in battle; two to one was the fight. ‘Come on.’ He shouted out, to the wolves, with a renewed courage of bravery. He knew it’s either he dies today or live almost forever.

Not far away, a couple and their young cub gathered sticks, to illuminate their camp fire. Sensing trouble, they both turned into wolves, with fur as white as snow. The male headed for the party of blood, leaving the female wolf behind to protect her cub. The male wolf moved towards the fight, and saw Seth leaning on a rock, cornered by two dark wolves. He growled as he instinctively attacked one. The other dark wolf faced its new foe, descending a powerful blow from its claws rendering Seth’s hero scared. With this distraction, Seth flew further away with trails of blood left behind him; he crawled to where he saw a burning flame.

‘Oh no boy, you should not be here alone.’ ‘Where are…’ he began to stutter. He saw a white wolf barking at him and the boy, furiously. He unsheathed his sword, seeming like he had some drain of fight left in him. ‘Run child.’ He said. The boy moved towards the wolf. Not getting the true picture of things, Seth pulled him back. In his act of valor he charges at the wolf. In a glimpse, he entangled himself with the wolf, thrusting his silver sword into its heart, giving way for mother wolf to droop its fangs deep into the nape of his neck. With its last breath, lifeless, they both fell to the ground, engulfed by their puddle of blood. In his minds eye, Enzo remembers the last heroic deed of his mother.

‘Not again, love.’ Flora shakes Enzo trying to snap him out of his thoughtful glare, both reclining on bed of roses, ‘You remind me of him.’

‘Who?’ Enzo asks.

‘My father,’ Flora says. ‘I feel safe with you. I pray nothing takes us apart.’ Enzo brushes her hair slowly with his hands.

‘Nothing will, my love.’He speaks in a low tune voice. He felt guilt in his heart, wanting to tell Flora the truth about himself; he relented in his words for he feared of what was to come of his bitter truth. ‘I’ll never hurt you, ever.’ He says.

They kissed like it seemed their last moment together, Enzo undresses Flora, while she takes off his jacket. He kisses the nape of her neck, slowly repeatedly, brushing his fluffy sideburns on her skin. Flora feels herself get wet. It came from inside and she could feel the liquid----- and Enzo smiled down at her, he could feel it too. He turns her over and she hears his trousers fall to the ground, her face planted against the scent of beautiful roses beside her------ she feels his hands on the back of her head, she could feel his fingers tangle in her hair, his palm print on her neck, it felt so good, and she got wetter. He thrusts once cautiously, he thrusts again, and he’s gone, he’s off into limbo, Enzo was no one, lost to himself, he falls in an ecstatic burning humidness, losing, lost, unmade; he slips his hands under her chest and cups her small tangerines in his hands and feels the hard pearls of her nipples, barked against the palms of his hands, like little mysteries. He turns Flora slowly, maneuvering her facing him.

‘Come on top me.’ He says.

Then Flora mounts him and uses her hands to slip Enzo inside her. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, rocking him back and forth, she lowered herself swerving her breasts across his face. He tried to take one of her breasts into his mouth, either one. But she stopped him, he seemed frenetic. Her breasts were killing him, then he drives himself harder into her, things got all twisted and hot inside and both their hearts burst pounding like drums, they fall back exhausted, resting till they were ready for more. Around and around their lovemaking session goes, like the melody of a song of love. ‘Where you off to in such a hurry’. He asks

‘My mother, she should be scared half to death by now.’ Flora says

‘Alright, I'll see you soon.” He says. Flora leaves waving away.

Hours later, Cal walks into Enzo. Cal had the habit of always teasing and pissing Enzo off, and he hates it.

‘Hello brother! Let’s have a duel,’ he points out into the air. ‘The wolf that gets to the top of that hill first, wins.’ He pauses a while and then continues, ‘scared you’ll lose?’ He gazes at Enzo smiling.

‘Not a chance. I’m having your soup tonight,’ Enzo says.

Both morphing to their wolves, they dash into the woods like loose arrows. Further and further they go deep into the heart of the woods. Suddenly, they stumble into an unfamiliar pack of dark wolves; their rivals. They are fierce looking and always on a killing spree.

‘Look, what we have here,’ One says. ‘Like lambs to the slaughter, you both deliver yourselves to us on a platter,’ He dips, mocking them both. The opposing pack howls as they encircle Cal and Enzo.

‘This isn’t good,’ Cal says. ‘This will be your first fight brother. Never go for the obvious kill,’ Cal telepathically communicates Enzo.