Sorry Everyone!
For those of you who enjoy this story I apologize for the lack of updates. I haven't forgotten it or anything it's just that I've been busy with Keeper's Keep instead. Just to prove I haven't forgotten it here's a Filler chapter.
Dark hair danced in the wind as the shadowed figure raced through the woods. Seemingly a blur to that of the human eye, the pace the figure ran at, considered impossible for humans. The strands in their hair that managed to catch and reflect the moonlight that leaked through the leaves, glinted a light brownish blonde color for a mere second. The shadowed figure came to a halt and sniffed at the air like a predator scouting its surroundings, before darting hurriedly to the left. In the darkness of the night with only the moon providing a light of guidance the figure smiled viciously. Teeth unnaturally large and sharp, frightened any of the night critters that usually roamed and hunted in the woods at this hour. Running on all fours the shadowed figure leaped over the running stream to the other side and let out a grunt at its efforts. It slowed to a jog and paced its new location before standing up from its crouch and looking up into the full moon and basking in its effects. No longer under the coverage of the shadows of the night the figure's face was revealed.
It was a women, she wore no clothes or shoes. She was naked as the day she was born and showed no discomfort at such a fact. Her dark brown hair with blondish highlights moved with the cold wind that blew yet she didn't shiver at all. Her skin glowed a delicious creamy white under the moons gaze looking ravishingly inviting. Her eyes though were unnatural. It glowed an inhuman golden yellow with such intensity if caught in her line of sight one would feel as if their staring into the center of a blazing inferno. She gazed at the moon and smiled toothily, even going as far to spread her arms wide as if attempting to hug the moon. However whatever tranquility she experienced disappeared when her heightened hearing heard the snap of twigs from behind her. Twisting with a snarl on her lips and claws, sharp and ready for a fight, she growled at the possible threat.
Coming to join the women under the watchful eye, prowled a man. Unlike the women he was clothed in blue denim jeans and a white singlet. He prowled out from the shadows like a predator would circling their prey after having successfully cornering them. His forest green eyes were trained on the women and seemed to darken with intent the closer he got. Not at all did he startle at her nakedness or the inhuman glow of her eyes. His face remained blank as he watched her and his dark eyebrows furrowed at the sight of her.
"This is Private Property" The man spoke his voice carrying out through the air deeply. The woman watched the man, her sharp teeth receded yet her claws remained released. She sniffed at the scent she could smell of the man and grinned maliciously. Sauntering to him she didn't miss how his eyes darkened as they stayed on her naked form. Her body moved sensually and with purpose as she got closer she only halted when the man glared at her and snarled back.
"You're trespassing on Hale Property. Leave!" He commanded. Eyes blazing the women lowered down into a crouch. She glared at the man spitefully at his words. The man saw the attacking position the woman had lowered into and rose to her challenge. Crouching himself and readying his own claws he snarled at her.
"I don't take orders from anyone….. Not anymore" With an unexplained vengeance the woman leaped at the man with her mouth open ready to rip him to shreds. Under the watchful eye of the moon the two wolves fought.
Seated at the table in the kitchen, Mallory clenched her fist underneath the table away from the eyes of the Emissary. Her wolf roared within her wishing to lash out after what they had heard. Thomas and those who had been sent out to fight the witches would be back in 2 more days and Mallory had hoped that she had found a solution by then. Talia was of 5 years of age already, her baby girl was mature enough to handle the reality and truth of their situation. Mallory had planned, had PROMISED herself that they would leave when the next battle would be declared against the Delco pack. So when the witches' declaration of war had been announced she worried for Thomas, yet prepped for his return immediately. Everything had been set to go ahead. The small bag of belongings and personal items they would need lay inside the duffle bag in her closet. She had filed away all the cash she had hidden in the house ready to grab the bags, her child and her mate and leave. But this… this changed everything.
"I'm sorry Mallory… but the magic of this spell is stronger than anything I have practiced. I cannot risk removing the mark you wear without killing you" The Emissary spoke. Grinding her teeth together Mallory glared desperately at the Emissary. Meeting the dark brown almost black eyes of the dark skinned man, Mallory forced an easy smirk on her face.
"Now Marcus…. Surely you can do better than that" She simpered. Despite the calmness of her tone Marcus could hear the restraint and sneer in her words alone.
Marcus Morell was the human Emissary to the Delco pack. He had been as such for years since his mother had offered his presence to the Delco pack as a treaty gift. Despite the fact he had the magical spark he was still considered human. It made him more fragile and thus he was usually sheltered more often than not, only accompanying the Alpha when dealing with Foreign Packs and Trespassers. He was to be the voice of reason for the pack, to ease discussions at pack meetings and play the Neutral party among pack politics. At least he was supposed to be. Marcus had been more a trinket within the Delco pack rather than an Emissary. Sure he was officially titled Emissary but he was treated more as the witch doctor.
"I would have, if it had been myself to place the mark on your wrist. The mark is filled with more than just magic Mallory. The spell is the first layer and even if I could have broken its hold on you the ritual for that mark itself would still bind you" Marcus expressed. His voice remained stable and calm just as his mother and sister had taught him. It would do him no good to express his true emotions.
There was tension between the two occupants that filled the room. Marcus didn't have to be a wolf to understand the grievous reaction his news caused the woman before him. Outside this house the rest of the pack were in blissful happiness, celebrating their victory against the Kaida witches, however in here it was dark with hate, anger and grief.
"That's not good enough" Mallory gritted out through her clenched jaw. She didn't care that her eyes were blazing, she didn't care that her claws were digging into her flesh causing blood. Marcus remained impassive towards her reaction and continued to watch.
*THUMP*
The sound drew both adults attention towards the ceiling of the room and the tension in the room lessened. They could hear laughter from upstairs and the sound of feet running before another thump sounded. Mallory shook herself mentally and pushed the vengeance her wolf called for to the back of her mind. Glancing at the clock on the wall and taking note of the time she distracted herself with the excuse of needing to feed the pups.
"The pups will be hungry soon" Mallory stated whilst moving towards the kettle and flicking it on. Marcus remained seated and took note of the way the woman stalked towards the sharp knives. He observed the way her fingers danced around the handles of the sharp objects and with the professionalism of someone familiar with the object, sliced at the meat she had procured from the fridge.
"The Boy you have taken to caring for…. He is Isabella's pup?" Marcus spoke receiving a hummed nod in reply.
"His presence will be reported to Alpha Delco. How will you defend yourself when his fury is directed towards you?" he queried
"You think I don't know that this pack is filled with watchful vultures eager to devour what is left of my reputation. You are mistaken if you think I would risk harm or punishment among my own without having thought of the consequences. Mikey is as much mine now as Talia is. She herself treats the pup as a sibling rather than another pack mate. He was being neglected under the care of the nanny no doubt 'Alpha' Delco had assigned. If anything 'Alpha' Delco should be thankful that I had taken in the boy. Bella would have set the entirety of this pack on fire should her son even smell of loneliness upon her return"
Marcus shivered inwardly at the admittance to what Isabella Bloom was capable off. The woman was a handful on an average day and he knew that she was punished weekly just as Thomas was. Mallory continued to slice at the meat, knowing that the Emissary heard the truth in her words as well as the malice.
"TO be fair Emissary, I do recall 'Alpha' Delco declaring interaction between Isabella Bloom and I to cease. He mentioned nothing of her son or my daughter."
"A technicality." Marcus mused
"Perhaps 'Alpha' Delco should call upon your services as Emissary more often than he does. No doubt had you been present such a technicality would not have existed" Mallory drawled smirking.
"Benjamin Delco has strong….."
"Delusions?"
"I was about to say assumptions…"
"Of course"
"He considers every action he takes as a war tactic and believes insight from any 'soldier' with no presence for the battle field irrelevant" The two settled into silence. Mallory continued to work on the meal she was preparing whilst Marcus watched on. Ever watching and observing as he always was.
"How much longer do you plan to shroud Talia from the truth?" Marcus spoke out. Mallory paused briefly and cleaned her hands on a nearby tea towel and faced the Emissary. She stood tall and proud at the mention of her daughter.
"My daughter is smart. She will not need me to tell her anything. She will discover the entirety of Thomas and I's past on her own"
"And if she reacts negatively?"
"Then she will do as she sees fit. She has my blood running her veins after all, she will be stubborn and hard to sway from whatever conclusions she draws." Mallory turned away from the Man at her table and went back to fixing the pups meal. "Regardless Talia will not be submitted under the same rule of Benjamin Delco. Not while I live and breathe within the confines of his territory."
"And your plans to leave?"
"Thomas will take her"
"He would leave you behind?"
"He would do what is best for Talia."
Marcus leaned back and settled back into his seat satisfied with the admittance Mallory had shared. It was no secret that Mallory held possessive pride towards Talia. She was perhaps the proudest mother in the pack rivaling Isabella Bloom. It was understandable though, considering what the two women had been like before becoming mothers. He inwardly grinned, anticipating just how much of a delight it would be to watch the two women's pups grow. Perhaps they would even surpass their mothers past pristine reputations. Not to mention Thomas. Little Talia was certainly a child with prestigious familial links.
"You know…. I don't need to see your face to know that you are amused Marcus" Mallory mused with her back turned to him. Marcus shrugged offering no insights as to what he was thinking. The two adults settled back into the silence of the house. Mallory stewed on the changes that she needed to make whilst Marcus thought of the future. Marcus thought on how much longer the Delco pack had to enjoy their victory.
So lost to their own thoughts neither adult noticed the faint heartbeat behind the fridge or the strawberry scent. Neither noticed the small figure that crept its way as quietly as possible up the stairs and back into her room.
Filler Chapter over!
I'll be properly attending and editing up this story after I finish my exams which is in like 2-3 months time. Sorry!
