'Continue! Do it! They're distracted now, try again. I-I...I believe that you can do it! You hold control over all packs here, right? Call for reinforcement... Zillon's pack would be happy to help.''It's too far me to reach, Celia and you know it.'Celia hissed down at him. 'Look up, Xavier...we are losing...we must seem so vulnerable in their eyes...so many of us are down already. Do you hear that you f*cking idiot...? The gunshots are so loud, one shot is bringing our men down. There are so many of them and all of them are holding a gun. You better do something, you said you had a plan and you better use it."A breath that came out as a sigh breached the air from Xavier's lips, his eyes floating towards the crisis that laid on his land. Celia was right, his men were dying, if not by gunshot wounds, then they were being taken down the opposing wolves.It was bad, he knew it'd be...but this was far worst than he had anticipated. They were losing drastically, he kept hearing the guns
Blood...so much of it and the earth kept gobbling it up as though it was thirsty...Bodies too laid lifeless on its ground like abandoned seeds with no hope of growing.Xavier killed the most, he was ripping them apart...tearing through them as though they were thin cloths...biting through them as though they were the tastiest cooked meat that ever graced his tongue.He didn't care who, he just brought them to their knees on his way to the one who started this war to begin with...Sasha. She was his very aim, his drive...she wanted revenge, well he wanted revenge too. Since becoming king he had been looked down on so many times, his hands were soaked in blood that he could never wash clean from and the disrespect never decreased, instead it increased until this was what it lead to.He was king and they were treating him as though he was not...he'd show them, he already had. They were under his control after all...one command and they had no option but to carry them out... these insolen
Celia watched as the war diminished into nothing before her eyes, she didn't even have to lift a foot. Xavier did it, he really did, the humans were now helpless on a land full of wolves.From the start, the humans were way more in numbers, but now, wolves were coming from the north, from the south, from the west and from the east.This was definitely the reinforcements she told Xavier to call for...he did it! She knew he could...Slowly her eyes wandered around the field, looking for him, but the only thing she found that belonged to him was a scent that kept weakening. He wasn't here, his scent was too distant to be here...but why?Was he hurt? Was something wrong?Padding forward, she walked pass wolves that took down men with eyes as black as night. She wasn't sure if her eyes were black too, but she didn't think they were, she was not under Xavier's compulsion...she knew since she wasn't being forced to fight.Xavier must've not wanted to do that to her...how nice. Following his
Another war ended and there was more to go, the humans didn't think they deserved to lose, something bigger was coming and Xavier had to make sure that when it came he was prepared for it. Months have passed, and though they have yet to strike, Xavier knew eventually they would. They have found out how to make their own wolfbane, it was more powerful now and Xavier wasn't sure if his wolf would be enough to deflate the pain.But where there's a will, there's a way. He 'd take them down like he did last time and he wouldn't give them the bloody choice to surrender.His pack had no reason to look down on him now, he had the power they could only dream of, a power not even his father was strong enough to have.And he had a wolf that talked to him as a friend, he had two brothers, and now he was on his way to have his very own family. Taking the bowl filled with porridge from his mother, he walked over to Celia who pouted around the dining table. "Does it take so long to boil porridge?"
As soon as Xavier walked outside, he saw Zillon. He was leaning against a tree in the yard, arms folded across his chest. "I hope you didn't wait long."Zillon looked towards him, easing off the tree. "I didn't...I got here not too long ago."And then there was silence, an awkward silence as Xavier got closer to him. With a sigh, he pocketed his hands. He wasn't sure if the broken relationship between him and Zillon could ever be mended. They had driven too far from each other...both of them had slipped into different worlds and Xavier wasn't sure if they could make it back to each other.It was sad and unfortunate, but regardless of their relationship, Xavier would always be there to protect him and Zillon would do the same. They were still brothers, despite the arguments, despite the past. They grew up together; in different ways, but they grew up as friends...both coveting a title that neither of them should've ever had to fight for.But it was time to let go of that now. Xavier wa
Xavier looked down at the people who stood below him, then at the crown his father held in his hand. It was designed in a unique way, the color a dark shade of red to represent the Pack’s name; The red Blud Pack. Xavier wasn’t sure how to describe his current feelings, but pride ran like blood through his veins. He was about to be crowned king; an accomplishment he never thought a rogue like him could achieve. After the war, everything changed, even he did. He wasn’t the old Xavier anymore, he was Kaheel now, not the son of Alpha Gregory but the son of Alpha King Hayden. He wasn’t soft, wasn’t an emotional wreck that’d break down because of a girl. He was over that, over Celeste and now all he had in mind was ruling his pack with a strong mind-set. If he faltered, they’d look down on him, his father told him he had to rule with an iron fist, nothing could go pass him. The simplest treason should result in a war and death would be the reward of those who defied him. He’d have to be
Xavier looked down at her, gaze so different from before. “I want nothing to do with you…” “But you said th—” “Forget about what I said, it was all a lie… I wasn’t using Celeste, I was using you.” The vulnerable look in Celia’s eyes hardened and even though her heart ached, she wouldn’t let him see. “It’s harsh, but it’s okay… I hope you didn’t think I’d crawl behind you like a lost puppy and beg for your love, because I won’t.” “I’m glad, now if you’d just…just leave me the f*ck alone.”*** Celia remembered those words like they were said to her just yesterday. It was on the day that she was set free from her prison cell, she had followed him outside only to be greeted by not a smile, but an expression of anger, of hate. He had been staggering, he had looked so darn pitiful and weak that she wanted to help, but she had been too inquisitive…for as he said, he wanted nothing to do with her… Why hadn’t he told her that before though? Why hadn’t he rejected her the very first time
Celia had to commend herself, she got into a pack as dangerous as the Alpha king’s with little to no effort, but then again, everybody was busy or rather distracted by the ball. It had already started, in fact, it has been going on for some time now. Slow songs were playing and women and men were lined out across the floor. Celia stayed in the corner, her eyes fixated on the man sat on the very top of the podium between the previous Alpha king and the former Luna. His eyes swept across the floor, his hand holding up his chin. According to Celia, nothing about him changed, his hazel orbs were still as captivating as the very first time she looked in them, and everything else as well. His whole physique had her in chains and even though many scents floated across the room, his was the strongest… It kept tempting her, making her want to go to him and the fact that her wolf kept whispering ‘mate’ in her head made the situation even worst. Back when she had first met him, she wasn’t ab