Prologe
Fates Joining
D-P.O.V
As the chills of night set in. The erie darkness filling my soal.
The only sorces of light were the street lamps and my cigeret.
I breathed in the freash air mingled with the horid smell of smoke.
I looked around for anyone to mug or kill. But sadly in Albiny at four in the morning it was starngly quiet.
I'm Derek Souza. Leader of a gang of werewolves called the pack. I was twenty-three years old. And sadly single.
Usually I'm alone when members of my pack ethier go to hunt, find more members, or scout our territory.
Recently we've been constently attacked by our rival pack. The Blue eyed Jays. Fearless & relentless. No other pack has survived an attack from them. They're very stelthy for a bunch of blondies (no offence if you are one!)
Their leader was a female necro-wolf. Chloe Saunders. Beautiful yet dangrous. Don't be fooled by her inoccent look or you're done for. She was crafty little tempress. But I've been able to resist her, though constently bugged by my wolf that she's our mate.
"Hey boss look who we found under the bridge." Liam said dragging a thrashing, snarling, female werewolf.
The scent drifted to my nose and I knew exactly who she was.
"Well, well, well, look what the wolf dragged in." I said in a low and sinister tone.
"Let me go or I'll rip you apeart and feed you too the pups." She threatened.
I chuckled.
She was so cute when she's angrie.
"I'd like to see you try." Ramon said slaping her up-side the head, and a little to hard I might add.
She winced and drew away from him but checked her-self at the last second.
I saw her go limp. I thought she was hurt, and when I was about to suggest we let her go, she attacked.
Her foot shot out from under her and knocked down Liam. His grpi loosned and she jurked her hand away and punched Ramon in the nuts and he dubled over in pain.
She shot up to her feet and looked at me. I was looking at her stance when I notced she had blood and he ancle.
Her weak poin. Get her distrackted then attack.
"What happen to your lag?" I asked crossing my arms impassivly over my cheast.
"Abouse, curtisy of you duches." She said, amusment clear in her tone.
"Why are you in our territory?" I asked and she rolled her eyes hands on her hips.
Those slender hips...perfect for griping when I...focious!
"I came to talk to you." She said and a sarcastic/serious tone.
So confusing, guess it souts her.
"About?" I demanded and she scoffed.
She took a step closer to me. I let out a growl of warning and she laughed.
"You're so overprotective." She joked.
I watched as she walked over to the wall and sat down, as she pulled her lags up to her chest.
That wonderfuly sculped chest...just waiting for tha shirt to be riped off and...Again focious!
I moved over to the wall and sat down. Look into her lomenesint eyes.
"I have a proposion for you." She said and I nodded for her to continue.
"Ok you know what's coming up in a few weeks." She said and I nodded.
If anyone was wondering it was mating season.
"And I was wondering...Nevermind." She said hesitating, I knew what she was asking and I would fully agree, but I wanted to hear her beg.
Before I knew it she was on her feet running towards the end for out territory.
Not on my watch.
I sprung up and bolted after her. I closed in on her and tackled her.
We rolled for a second, before I pinned her to the ground.
"I don't think so." I snarled.
"Get off me, you rapest." She snaped and I growled.
Pulling my arm back I punched her in the face, and I heard a satifing snap.
In the distance I heard a howl. Snaping my head over to my right I could see the faint outline of...Tori?
Chloe's second in comand. In wolf-form running back to her territory.
Good.
Now what to do with this? I wondered looking down at the unconsious angle under me.
Grate. Just fan-fucking-tastic.
Ok sorry about the shortness!