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She speaks through narrowed eyes and it is all that I can do not to reach over and nuzzle her in comfort. Instead I say nothing but listen to what she has to say, her words chilling me but I do not give in to my desire to be soft. Instead I pull myself up taller, my posture impeccable. ”Oh no. I do not have time to deal with such. I am his son Malina, he will always look upon me differently than you. Keep the rank, it means nothing to me for I do not see the value in a title.” And it was the truth. I never saw what made a title so appealing. My brother was obsessed with becoming alpha, sure that he will be given it since he is the pure son. The only rightful heir and I sometimes thought he liked having that over me. Liked knowing that I was not truly Heyel’s seed but I did not let it bother me. I never aspired to be an alpha, leading a pack just seemed like too much work. Plus I would have to fight and lord forbid I break a claw! Did you know how long it takes me to grow a claw back out so that it is even with the others?! Not to mention I so do not do cuts or scars. They take away from the perfection that is I. Then you have to deal with all the low lifes and get your fur all soiled while conversing with others of different packs. NO thank you. From the corner of my eye I see her slight shoulders lift in a shrug, her voice barely concealing the pain that lingers. I have stalked her long enough to know when she is hiding something from me but for once I do not call her upon it. Well not at this moment at least, there will always be tomorrow…or later tonight. A wry smile forms as she begins to shake in laughter, all traces of her hurt vanishing as she levels me with a smirk, her words caressing my body. I am light headed, but not from her sarcasm, more so from the close proximity of her body. I can feel her heat as she leans in and a war breaks out within me. I fight to stay still, to resist the urge to lean into her and take her ear in my mouth in an affectionate nip. Her eyes widen and for a moment I freeze. Did she see my true thoughts within my eyes? But she leans back, a hearty laugh still tinkling from her jaws. ”Oh I know you laid away at night in your den thinking about my sexy body.” I retort, lifting my head to give her a better view of my profile. My voice is full on jest now, a chuckle biting at the heels of my verbatim. It felt nice to sit and just enjoy each other’s company. To go back and forth like they had not a care in the world and I soaked it up. I literally drunk it in like I would never get the chance to do such again. And I might not. Looking at her, I watch the mirth dance within her eyes before she begins to mock my brother and I. I know I should say something but I am stunned into true silence. Did she just say that my favorite brother had little brats as in pups? Did he actually mate with that lass he imprinted upon?! See this is why I hated this imprinting crap because it made wolves lose their minds. Then it hits me, how I feel about Malina. Could I have imprinted on her? How does it feel to imprint? OMG, perhaps she snuck to that mountain pack with that sorcerer alpha and placed a spell on me!! Now it is my turn to go saucer eyed as I stare into her emerald depths. ”He, he has pups! Why the sneaky bastard didn’t tell me!” I hiss through clenched teeth. Why didn’t he tell me he actually procreated?! Well of course I will fuss and probably high tail it out of there because pups and I do not get along but still that is useful knowledge to have. I mean he is part of the only few family members I associate with. I shake my head, truly bewildered but moving on when we catch each other eye, her words traveling down my spine and making me feel sheepish. That’s what I get for trying to have a soft side. Fool. She reaches out and gives me a punch, something a sister would do to a brother but I didn’t want to be her brother. I give a strained chuckle to her word and listen to the rest watching her facial expressions as they become more animated. When the conclusion finally sprouts up I take a deep breath and release it slowly creating a soft whistle. ”I never really thought about it that way but since I been infiltrating packs I do see and hear many things. Some of these demons are not all bad and some angels are not all good. I think a wolf’s nature has a big part in what a wolf decides to do.” I say this slowly. I do agree, as angels shouldn’t we be merciful and caring but instead we use convert tactics and kill the other team. But that is how it has always been. Being a assassin defines me, makes me who I am. If I am not an angel assassin then who am I? The illegitimate adopted son of Heyel? ”Because you are pure of heart and soul. You have a will stronger than any wolf I have ever seen and you can give being an Angel a new definition. We are supposed to be the good guys so why not be that? Why not lead by example and show out parents that perhaps things should be taken on a case by case basis. Not to condemn on the spot but by ones actions.” I am speaking strongly, my chest puffing up with pride with each verse and I do not hear the foul creature that slinks up behind me until his scent assails me. Inhaling I take a step forward, moving my lovely form away from the vile animal but I am not quick enough. Drool, dirty nasty saliva trails down my back and something drops with a sickening thud onto the ground. My mind spaces out and I lose it. ”WHAT in the WORLD man! YUCK you filthy bottom eater! MY FUR!” With that I leap off the rock and begin to roll with zeal into the ground. I do not even care about the dirt that clings to my fur as long as I get that violating substance off of me. ”You sick bastard!” In my hysterics I do not hear his words nor do I see him circle and it takes a moment before I stop and stand suddenly remembering Malina. Eyes narrow through the grimace that adorns my perfect face just as the hideous animal turns back upon me. His eyes are the same green as my Mal’s but his hold a more sinister quality and I instantly register him as a demon. ”Well it is your fault I have dirty paws you disgusting sorry excuse of a brute.” I snarl back at him, disliking his display of dominance. If he thought I was going to bow to him he had another thing coming. I didn’t bow to low grubby pawed idiots. They bowed to me. ”Next time keep your spit to yourself you infested rat breath fool! Ugh Malina I don’t think there is any hope for this one.” I wave my right paw to gesture to him in a flourish, face pulled up in disdain. Filthy animals. |