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When a silly young lady gets bitten
Georgiana took advantage of the celebration and went outside. When she saw George hiding, she ran to him. She forgot wolves surrounded her. A silly young lady, one angry wolf, thought.
Georgiana was halfway there, when a huge dog caught up with her and bit her bum, not hard, but it hurt. "Ouch, let go; you have no right."
At this complaint, the giant dog bit her again, growling angrily; it grabbed her dress, a big mouthful, and dragged her into the house. When two more dogs went after George, he jumped on his horse. The guards outside guffawed. They would never forget their King of kings pulling the silly young lady. Georgiana didn't make it better by screaming pure nastiness. She was cleaning her dress, "I am all dirty," she whined, but nobody paid attention.
"Bloody hell, those were wolves, impossible," George said when he was far enough. He needed to know what was going on. Something inside of him was waking up. Old memories of large dogs were coming back. Had he seen wolves around Pemberley? His head hurt something awful.
Lear stood behind Georgiana. He was more than angry. Georgiana was furious and humiliated. The general laughter made it worse. The Bennet sisters, looking out the window, didn't laugh. What if that would happen to them. As for William was too busy with Elizabeth.
"Foolish pup, the human is a sick man who tried to kill your brother. Nobody defiles my grandchild. You are coming home with me. It is final. I should have gone to get both of you long ago; enough is enough."
"You bit me, not once but twice. I don't like you. And what kind of demon are you? You were a wolf." She argued.
"No, I touched you. I am the same demon you are. Don't roll your eyes; your father froze your wolf. Let's go in, but you stay by my side. I will inform your brother." He sounded angry.
"Please don't tell him," Georgiana was no longer defiant.
"He is my heir; of course, I will tell him," Lear answered. He narrowed his eyes.
"He already is upset. He will be angry. I don't like when he is mad at me. He might stop loving me." Georgiana's eyes filled with tears.
"Let him be mad; he won't stop loving you. Do you know who you are? No, you don't. You are royalty; you are from the highest of all the families. You are destined for one or two royal consorts of my choosing; though your brother will have a say so. And not for a while, you have no more choices, none. Your father, George, chose lovers, and we don't do that. Neither do our pups enter in marital relations with anyone, with nobody. You, missy, are 15 years old. You know what, yes, you come home with me; you are already planning to disobey. And the answer is no." Lear opened the door and dragged Georgiana in.
They were in the house, just inside. Catherine and others came to meet them, "I heard you; I use the company. She needs control; besides, Anne loves her."
Darcy came, "What is going on?"
When Lear told him, Richard and William were angry. They walked to the drawing-room.
"Bad pup," Richard's fangs were out. He touched Lear, who saw it all. Lear's growl scared them.
Lizzie told them, "I will watch over her. George scared Lydia. He touched her and tried to violate her. It was the same he did with you. That is wrong; dear, you must listen."
Georgiana shook her head angrily, pointing her finger at Lizzie, "She is lying; George said he loves me and only me."
"Silly girl, he wanted me to marry him. He was about to propose." Lizzie growled softly.
Lear said, "No, she comes with me; it is final. Lydia also comes; we have healers, her mind will be at peace." He looked at Bennet and winked, "You come with your pretty wife. I have a gift for her. She must be protected if someone should return. What do you say?"
Mr. Bennet nodded; he loved Fanny; she would be with him for a long time.
Lydia looked shyly. She moved next to Lear and asked, "Are you a king?
He patted her head, "Yes, darling, you are also of royal blood. Come with me. We can help you to forget."
"Yes, thanks," her eyes looked hopeful. "Will he able to go there?" Lydia asked.
"Tell me, darling, hold my hand," Lear asked. Mariah and Lizzie cringed.
When Lydia did, Lear looked scary, "He dies, or wait. Let me think. Death is too fast." He looked at Georgiana.
"Yes, young missy, your human attacked another pup. She didn't want to be touched, and he hurt her. He wants to hurt my grandson, and it won't happen. I let George have his way; he even changed his name. It wasn't George, but Beowulf. But no more nonsense, it is over; I won't let you." Everyone had to laugh when he cuffed Georgiana to him with a long chain.
"Let me go; I am not an animal." Georgiana was irate.
"You are, we all are. I want to enjoy the celebration and not be watching a silly pup. As for Miss Jane, she comes along, best, everyone comes. I have place for everyone." Lear ascertained.
Darcy and his cousins were about to laugh, a very bossy wolf. Looking at Georgiana was too much, and they broke out in raucous laughter. Biscuit joined and barked; he liked the big dogs. Lear picked him up, "Good boy, I think you will be around for a long time." Then he looked at his grandson, Darcy.
"Yes, I am that bossy. You need to learn to hide your thoughts. All is in a mess for allowing myself to stay angry, silly of me. George didn't allow me to meet my grandchildren. As soon as you have pups, I will step down. I want to enjoy the little ones. George was allowed to run wild; I loved him and let him do it. The one I married wasn't my mate; she died during a raid months after George was born. The one I loved was killed year's before." He looked sad for a second.
"Now, let's celebrate." Lear clicked his fingers, and tables laden with food and drinks appeared outside, along with musicians. It was a cool, but sunny day.
"How?" Darcy asked.
"Training, you have it all up here, " Lear tapped William' head. "Your wife will make Ethan's line strong once again. We will read the books to find more; maybe we can learn about the curse."
Elizabeth went up to change, all the women helped. Her aunt Mariah's magic, made it easier. When she came down, she took William's breath away. Lear looked at her and smiled; he was good friends with Ethan, and now their families would be united. William offered her his arm, and she put her hand over it.
William sighed content; he thought he was dreaming. His beloved had bonded with him; he would work to gain her love. He wondered if she would accept him tonight. He whispered, "There is no one as beautiful as you, my love," and kissed her hand. She looked at him and smiled.
"I like that." Her answer made him happier than he thought possible. Yes, he had a chance. He could't wait to be alone with her.
They just started the celebration when Charles came with his sisters; they had promised to apologize. Not such a thing, they lied; they wanted to tell Jane off. When they arrived, they found the giant celebration. They noticed the carriages and the fancy dresses. Lear charmed the chain around Georgina to make it invisible. He read the Bingley sisters as soon as they left their carriage, so he was ready for them.
They turned overly solicitous with Bennet's relatives, admiring their expensive clothes. Alois wouldn't even look at them; he had seen how they looked at Lizzie and her sisters. He muttered, "Peasants," making Kitty and Lydia giggle. Biscuit barked at them, feeling the animosity towards them. Jane patted him, "Good boy."
"So what is the celebration?" Caroline asked. She couldn't take her eyes away from William and Elizabeth. She had her hand on his arm, and he only had eyes for her. He kissed her hand every other second, wanton, she thought, consumed by envy.
Caroline almost broke out in tears when Lear answered, "We are celebrating the sudden marriage of my grandson to lovely Elizabeth." He had 'aged' as soon as the carriage approached.
"Married?" Her voice was shaky. Caroline looked close to tears.
"Yes, I just said so. Young lady, a piece of advice, watch what you say and do; I will not tolerate any insults to my friends' family. I see your intentions clearly, and you don't want to make me or any of us upset. The consequences would be most regretable. Nothing against you, but you could have never been good enough," Lear's icy tone left no room for doubt. "Now, you and your sister, please leave. Your brother may stay." Lear narrowed his eyes, dismissing the Bingley sisters.
Everyone looked at them with disdain. Reggie Hurst said, "I will take your advice, let them go, and I hope they are happy with each other. "
The Bingley lad looked okay, but he wasn't one of them. Time would tell. "Fine, you and the lad can stay," Lear told Reggie, "You should know, you have some of our blood. We can use new ones. We can talk." Reggie Hurst knew that his grandmother thought her father could change into a wolf. She told them it was from his mother's side. He believed it and, now, he was glad.
Charles stayed, not listening to Caroline for once. He had warned her to send her back to London if she didn't apologize. Reggie had told him that he would never get a good wife with Caroline and Louisa around. William had told him the same. He listened.
Where George decides to save the day.
Later that day, George was riding when he saw a group of ruffians. He tipped his hat and kept on riding, keeping his face hidden. Nobody paid attention to the lone rider. One looked familiar; George thought for a second and knew it, the man looked like Mr. Bennet. He overheard them; they were going to wreak havoc, planning to kill many. There were more of them coming behind.
George was his parent's child, full of resentment, but he wouldn't let them hurt Elizabeth or kill William. No, maybe he forgot things; moreover, he couldn't control himself. He couldn't remember going after Lydia or what he had done to Georgie; it was like he was two people. He fought it, but he had times lost in a fog. Like when Richard and Bartlett found him. He was sick to see that Georgie had her hand inside his trousers.
His head hurt terribly, and a voice told him to do nothing. No, he couldn't allow someone to harm Elizabeth, no matter if she married him or he knew what to do, he rode far enough, turned around, cut through the woods, and galloped as hard as he could.
As soon as he arrived to the Bennets, he was brought down from his horse. "I must see Mr. Bennet. They are in danger; a band of ruffians is minutes from here."
"I am telling the truth," George looked at Lear who came out. Two giants were holding him. Lear looked exactly like William, so he felt at ease around him. It was an odd feeling.
Lear touched him. "They are coming; there at least 40, maybe more. He has a living curse, from a woman who wanted my son and my grandson dead; too bad I cannot see her face. He is one of ours, but the woman froze his beast. He must be the child of an enemy. I hate to say. He could be Thomas' son or the son of one of his comrades; it would make sense. This is awful, defiling his half-sister." Lear looked troubled.
"Moreover, he could be your wife's first cousin. If he is my son's child, also a probability, he would be either your half brother or a fourth cousin. We don't kill our own unless they are trying to kill us. He risked his life for us; it was a big risk. Had they caught him, they would have torn him to pieces." Lear told William.
He warned his wolves and Ethan's wolves, "Be ready. Everyone here, those who can change, be ready. George has a disease inside of him; only a healer can take it out. George comes in the house, let him go." He ordered the ones holding George.
Elizabeth came to the house entrance where they stood. "I think I can help. William can hold my hand."
George saw the ones coming to the entrance hall.
Darcy came towards George; he asked Darcy, "William, please don't let him kill me. I came to warn you; I wish you no harm."
Nobody answered, they looked at Elizabeth. She moved in front of George, holding William's hand.
Lizzie moved her hand around his head; everyone saw it; his head was covered with a death shroud, but it wasn't black, it was a face. It was George's but deformed, it looked evil. Everyone gasped in horror. The eyes looked at them with hatred, it was a separate identity.
"Darling, you must hurry, we have but minutes maybe seconds. Everyone else be ready, outside. The wolves must hide and be ready to fight." Lear ordered.
s/n The net is a mess. I keep getting errors again, I answered your reviews. Let me hear from you. Lizzie is finding her powers. it seem she is allowing closeness. letus see.