Lexa
Clarke was gone.
Lexa didn't need a note or a message to know that the omega had headed to the city early with Raven and Anya. She just wished Clarke had stopped to say goodbye. Lexa was beginning to really consider she'd done something wrong. As far as she was aware, they had been doing just fine. Maybe they'd mated too soon?
Maybe I pushed her into it, Lexa thought to herself as she slumped on their bed, she'd been awake before Clarke, her aunt, Luna, had wanted to spend some time with her, just the two of them. They'd spoken of her mother and why she'd not told Lexa who she was. Lexa had enjoyed the time with her aunt, feeling as though a weight had been lifted.
Costia had chosen not to tell Lexa of her parentage because it cut her too deep, loosing her mate had left a hole in Costia that nothing could fill, not even their child who had her sires eyes. So she'd chosen to act as an aunt to Lexa, teaching her the ways of her life, preparing her to be Alpha after her. Costia had still loved her deeply, constantly keeping Luna up to date with her over the years. She'd been a proud mother and that was exactly what Lexa needed to hear.
After she'd left Luna, who'd decided to see how Abby was doing for some reason, Lexa had planned to make bacon pancakes, under Anya's supervision, and bring them to Clarke to wake her. But the bedroom had been empty when she returned, only a few items of Clarke's left behind to even show she'd been in there originally.
As Lexa picked at the corner of one of her badly made pancakes, she found herself scowling. She wished she'd asked Clarke why she'd been so quiet, why she'd been throwing up now. Maybe she could have fixed what ever was wrong before Clarke left for Polis. It all seemed too late now. A light tap at the bedroom door perverted Lexa's ears. Her face dropped as Abby slid in, instead of her daughter,
"Do you have a minute?" the older woman asked sheepishly, casting her eyes around the bedroom. Lexa felt embarrassment for a moment. The bed wasn't made, clothes were strewn across the floor and Clarke's towel hung from the bathroom door. The alpha felt her cheeks flush, she was usually very vigilant at cleaning up after her mate,
"Yes, of course Mrs. Griffin," Lexa muttered, standing to scoop the clothes off the floor. The general untidiness of the room was setting her on edge,
"Lexa, you don't have to call me that," Abby sighed, stepping further into the room. Lexa shot her a quick look, she knew she didn't have to, but she was mated with Abby's Omega daughter, basically human wed. So she would continue to be polite and respect the older woman, even if Lexa was her alpha, "It's about Clarke," Lexa instantly straighten herself, arms full of clothes, eyes wide,
"Is she okay?" the Alpha questioned quickly,
"Yes, yes. I guess she's gone to Polis now? It's to do with her attitude, I think I know why–"
"Alpha! Alpha, you have to come now, there's a hunter in the compound!" Aden crashed through the bedroom door, almost landing on Abby as he did. His eyes were frantic, his tone breathless and panicked. Lexa took one look at the young Alpha, before she was running from the room. Within seconds the Alpha female was on the front porch of the farmhouse, wolf yellow eyes scanning the compound quickly.
Looking for the hunter.
What she didn't expect to see was a short, shirtless human male, practically foaming at the mouth. The man roared, the veins in his neck and forehead pulsing and straining against his skin. His thick chest heaved each time he took a breath, sweat rolling down his bare flesh in thick droplets. His bulging eyes rolled around to face her, his face contortions in another loud roar as the hunter began running towards her. Lexa felt her growl rise in her chest, leaping from the porch to meet the assailant in a swift movement.
He crashed into her hard, snarling loudly.
Spittle flew through the air as he thrashed against her. Lexa had locked her arms around him, one under his right armpit, and the other around his neck. She pushed hard against him, throwing her full weight into it to get him onto the ground. As they toppled backwards, the crazed humans teeth sank hard into her neck. Lexa roared as the flesh tore beneath his bite. They fell backwards, Lexa landing hard atop the man. He writhed and struggled against her grip as the Alpha quickly shifted her weight. Pushing her knees down into his chest, ignoring the shouts of her pack around her.
"Lexa! LEXA!" someone cried in a voice she recognized, but it was too late, the Alpha wolf within her had taken charge. The Alpha could feel her blood boiling, skin itching and burning. Her anger at this human attacking her pack, invading her lands, was too thick, too deep. As her hands closed around his head, thumbs pressing tightly against his bulging eyes, pushing them back into his skull, he began to scream. And in that moment the noise was music to Lexa. She could feel her wolf in her body, right under her skin, driving her forward with instinct.
Lexa felt the blood roll down her neck, hot and thick as the blood from the crazed man began to cover her hands. The Alpha threw back her head in a long, low howl of triumph, feeling the body beneath her stop moving, falling still as the life drained from him. The wolves around her began to howl with her, the wolf song ringing through the still air.
She felt hands shaking her shoulders, prizing her grip from the crushed skull beneath her grip. The Alpha hears the growl before she could even stop it. The person before her, she knew the scent, knew the face, but she couldn't focus, couldn't see past the blind rage she felt in her blood. Lexa gave the woman before her a hard shove, scrabbling off the dead man's body, her legs carrying her towards the smell of trees and freedom. The alpha ran away from the wall of shouts and screams that followed her, stripping as she went.
Clarke
"Let me get this straight then, we're going back home, because this Azgeda wolf has said his mother, Nia, is sending the man who tortured you to assassinate you with a bite laced with Wolf's Bane?"
"Yes,"
"But you wouldn't be assassinated if we didn't go back…"
"Anya, just drive. You, Roan, talk. I want to know what this Wolf's Bane is," Clarke turned in the passenger seat to look at Roan, who had wedges himself against the window in the back. He looked uncomfortable and nervous, his eyes wide. With a shallow swallow, the Azgeda wolf turned to face Clarke,
"It's a drug, a poison. Makes wolves think they are better, that they can push themselves to the limit and further. It makes Alpha wolves crazy if too much is taken, power hungry, their strength increase. It makes betas think they are Alpha's, it's addictive,"
"But what about Omegas? I'm a wolf too, wouldn't it just make me like that?" Clarke frowned hard at him, desperate for the answer,
"No. No, the chemical compounds within it would attack your blood cells, what makes you an omega, and kill them. It can tell the difference between our blood cells, for some ingrown reason. For Alpha's and beta's. It builds on them, makes them stronger. For omegas it just breaks them down, I don't know why! We didn't make it," Roan whined, his eyes flicking from Clarke to the window. Looked like Roan wasn't a fan of car travel.
Clarke burrows her brow as she thought hard. Nia now wanted her dead, which was better then wanting to breed with her, but not so much because she'd be dead. But if the infected Emmerson got to Lexa, or any of the other wolves, they'd be addicted to the drug. Hell if it got to Lincoln, he'd be just as dead as Clarke might be.
"How is Emmerson going to pass this on? He's only human, it can't effect him the same as us, right?" Clarke asked, as Anya and Raven listened in,
"The plant, Aconitum, it's cut with Alpha wolf's blood. So while it's in his system he'll think he's just as strong, and as powerful as us. Once he bites a wolf, the poison will transfer to the stronger body," Roan explained, bowing his head, "I told her not to do this. But she wouldn't listen, mother got her addicted to it and now she's just a pawn," he sobbed low. Pulling his knees to his chest, "None of this, attacking your Pack, taking you prisoner, sending my sister in with that human, none of it was a good idea. But my mother, she's crazy, she's just lost it," the beta male whined, pressing his hands to his head, "I wanted to bring the Azgeda back together, just so they wouldn't be running wild, no threat, just another wolf pack. I heard Lexa was bringing the Packs together, we should have been part of that, it's all too late now,"
"It's not too late," Clarke soothed, reaching over the seat to pat Roan's knee lightly. The male wolf made a low whine, buying his face against his legs,
"Yeah, Clarke's right, it's never too late " Raven mutter pointedly, looking at the omega alpha. Clarke glared for a moment, hating that her friend was right. Once this was all sorted, Clarke decided she was going to talk to Lexa, about everything.
"Erm, guys, I think in this situation.. it might be…" Anya drew their attention to the front widow. Pulled over right outside the gate that led up to the Kongedakru compound, what Clarke could only assume, was Roan's sisters' car. Since the sister in question, Ontari, lay on the floor besides it. Before Anya could pull Raven's truck into park, Roan was already out the door, skidding to his knees besides the lifeless body of his sibling. Clarke followed, eyeing him carefully,
"Her neck is broken. Fuck. Emmerson is loose. Infected, you have to get up there," Roan practically pleaded, cradling Ontari's body to his own. Clarke didn't need telling twice, she ran as fast as her human legs could carry her, begging to what ever gods would listen that she wasn't too late. She stumbled up the long driveway to the compound, pushing herself as hard as she could in her human form till she reached the crowd that had formed before her home.
Shoving her way to the front, Clarke found herself staring at Lexa. Lexa with a snarl on her face, blood running thickly from a wound in her neck, hands buried deep into a red mush that was Emmerson's head.
"Lexa! LEXA!" she screamed, diving forward, ignoring the protests from the other wolves around her. The omega pulled at her mates hands, pushed at her shoulders, begged her to let go of the clearly dead man she sat on. The golden skinned woman roared and snarled, growling threatening low at her. Her eyes where wolf yellow, ringed with a thin red line, unfocused. Clarke panicked, there was so much blood on her hands, arm and pouring thickly from her neck. Clarke reached forward, intent on putting pressure to Lexa's neck wound, but the Alpha growled again, Clarke knew she needed to stop the bleeding, if the bite had come from Emmerson then the poison, the Wolf's Bane would be in Lexa system. And that just wasn't going to end well. As the Omega reaches forward again, trying to calm her mate, Lexa roared.
Clarke fell back, she'd never heard such a loud, dominating roar from the golden skinned girl and it vibrated all around her and the pack. The Alpha aura pulsed out, enveloping all of them into waves of power and heat. Clarke shuddered as it hit her, waves of pleasure and want crashing through her, like her heat all over again. Then Lexa was gone, running faster then Clarke had ever seen, her clothes stripping off as she went. The omega watched as her mate disappeared into the tree line, unsure on what to do. As she started forward, her heart telling her to follow Lexa, she found a hand on her arm, a tight grip that stopped her. The Omega felt the growl bubble in her chest, until she met the concerned eyes of her mother.