Bellamy
He couldn't find Echo. Anywhere. It was like the girl had become exactly who her name was, an echo in his mind. A ghost. There was no trace of her at Indra's house. In the basement cage where she'd last been seen. No room in any other packs members home was occupied by her. She was just gone. And Bellamy had been holding out hope to see the banished wolf again. Somehow, during the time he'd spent with the Floukru, Bellamy had begun to realize he cared more for the Beta female then he'd intended to. Of course he missed the way she looked naked and writhing beneath him, but he had begun to want more. He wanted to mate with her. Be hers. And her, his.
But she was gone.
"Hey, Bell!" Bellamy looked up to see his younger sister trotting towards him, a wide smile on her face. The Alpha female skidded to halt in front of him, practically bouncing on her feet,
"Hey O. What's up?" Bellman muttered, his tone glum,
"Juniper stood up and tried to walk. You should be there, seriously, it's so awesome," Octavia beamed, tugging at her brothers arm. He forced a smile, knowing it would mean so much to his younger sibling to go along,
"Octavia, um, what happened to Echo?" he mumbled as they began to trek back to the main farmhouse. For a moment she said nothing, then sighed, flicking a hand through her hair,
"Lexa released her about a month after you left. Told her she could go join you or return to banishment. As long as she never came back onto Kongedakru lands,"
"But she pledged loyalty to Lexa! How could she just kick her out like that!" Bellamy protested, coming to a stop, his chest swelling with anger,
"Bell, there was no proof that she hadn't been feeding Nia the information you were letting slip. It was either that, or death. You should be happy that the Alpha's let you home," Octavia shot back with a glare, "You were just as responsible if the information you let slip cos of your dick got back to the Azgeda," the Alpha female growled, straightening her back to give her height. She was still a lot shorter then him, but her alpha aura was intense. Bellamy bit back his own growl and dropped his head, knowing she was right,
"Did…did she even say anything before she left?" he asked quietly, carefully. Octavia sighed, her aura retracting, as she slapped him on the shoulder,
"Let it go Bro, she would have come and found you if she cared. All mutts are the same, out for themselves. I'm sorry," Bellamy nodded sadly at her word, heaving a sigh as they began to walk again. They walked in silence for a few minutes, before an ear splitting howl cut through the air. A wave of Alpha aura hit then, flooring Bellamy as it washed over him. Octavia stood her ground, tense and ready to pounce,
"That felt like–"
"Lexa!" Octavia cut off her brother, taking off a sprint towards the farmhouse. Bellamy collected himself quickly, following his sister as fast as he could. They reached the gathering of the pack too late, over everyone's shoulders Bellamy could see their Alpha, Lexa, sprinting towards the trees. As he forced himself to the front of the crowd, he found Clarke knelt beside the remains of a dead man. Octavia was speaking to her in a hushed voice, pulling the blonde girl into a tight hug as she rubbed her back.
"What happened?" Bellamy asked Gustus quietly. The taller, wider man made a gruff noise,
"The dead man, he came onto the land, like a rabid dog. Snarling and foaming at the mouth. Alpha took care of it, but he bit her," the barrel chested man grunted again, moving forward with Indra to collect the dead body,
"Who was he?" Bellamy called out, eyeing what was once the man's head,
"Emmerson. Carl Emmerson, the man who tortured me last year," Clarke muttered sadly, standing slowly. Her face was white as a sheet, eyes welling with tears, "What was wrong with her?" the Omega questioned aloud. Bellamy wasn't sure if she was even directing the question at anyone,
"He bit her. He was rabid, like a dog," Gustus grunted as he threw the body over his shoulder, blood and larger chunks of flesh splattering against the floor. Bellamy stepped back as it did, "What do you want me to do–"
"Burn it. You have to burn the body so there is no residual poison left to infect any more of us," Luna declared loudly, stepping through the crowds towards Clarke. She caught Bellamy's eye and gave him a curt nod, "No one touch the blood, no one ingest the blood. Its been effected by Wolf's Bane."
Roan
He'd never been surrounded by so many organized wolves in his life, Roan was unsure whether to roll onto his back and show his belly or just run right then. He'd once thought of himself as a strong, proud wolf, but after how his mother had treated him like dirt, he knew he wasn't. As Clarke led him through the crowds of jeering pack members, he kept close to the Omega Alpha, his fear seeping from every pour of his body,
"My sister.. " he started,
"Anya and Raven are bringing her to the house to prepare her for a proper burial," Clarke said in an assertive tone, her chosen Alpha dominance showing strong. He nodded, following her into the grand farmhouse. She walked in silence, her head held high, but he could smell her own fear, her own desperation.
As far as he could figure out, Emmerson had bitten Lexa, Clarke's mate and joint alpha. The exact thing no one wanted to happen. She'd killed the human hunter and taken off into the forest that surrounded the Kongedakru lands.
Clarke pushed open a door that led into a grand study, to Roan's left was a wall of books and a two seated sofa, like a love seat. To his right a large mahogany desk and leather chair dominated the room. Directly in front of his was the thickest white rug he'd ever seen and a large bay window that over looked the forest across the wide garden. The main house of the Kongedakru compound was far more upper scaled then what Roan was used to. He twisted his hands together nervously as Clarke slipped into the large leather throne behind the desk,
"Sit," the blonde commanded and Roan found himself obeying like a puppy. He dropped heavily onto the sofa, eyeing the room around him, "I want to know exactly where your mother is," Clarke growled, reclining in the seat. Her eyes didn't leave Roan, he couldn't help but notice how purple they had gone. Almost as illuminated as the Wolf's Bane in that damn syringe. For a moment he hesitated, torn between the loyalty he held for his mother and the security Clarke and the Kongedakru could offer him. Roan swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and then he began to tell her everything.
From where he called home, where the Azgeda gathered. How many they were in numbers now, where his mother operated, and how she'd become a shadow of the woman she was. He talked and talked, Clarke listening intently the entire time, till she held up her hand to silence him,
"So Nia has some contacts within the Sankru pack?" Roan nodded quickly, jumping as there was a light tap on the study door. Clarke called for them to enter, and Roan found himself staring at the dark face of a Delphi pack wolf. A huge man who's head nearly brushed the ceiling of the study. Behind him, a slender older woman with a scowl came from behind, followed by a taller, lithe man with a thick beard, "Indra, Kane, Balthazar, I need you to do something," the three wolves grunted a yes and Clarke stood, puffing get chest out and holding her head high,
"Anything Alpha," the bearded man, Kane, muttered, bowing his head slightly to the blonde girl,
"I need you and Indra to scout the coordinates Roan has given me for the Azgeda pack. That's Nia's last known whereabouts, and take Bellamy with you. If you find her, I want her, alive," the two Kongedakru wolves nodded.
Then Clarke turned to the huge, looming man who was glaring at Roan, "Balthazar, I am grateful the Delphi have chosen to join with us, and I am sorry to ask much of you so soon, but I need you to return to your Pack. Gather your best wolves and go to the Sankru–"
"I will discover the truth behind this treachery Alpha, I swear it!" the huge man declared loudly, his voice bouncing around the room as he pounded his chest with one hand. Roan couldn't help but stare at him, such loyalty, such faith and organization to one little Omega wolf. His mother had spent years spinning takes about Lexa and the Skikru wolves, how they were abominations and evil. Yet here he sat, in a warm welcoming home that smelt of family and pack. Surrounded by loyalty, and undying unity. His mother had been so wrong,
"Is there anything I can do?" Roan said weakly, not even trusting his own voice, Balthazar had strode from the room, head held high, almost touching the top of the doorframe. Clarke rounded her eyes onto him,
"Take a shower, get some food, then we will bury your sister."
Lexa
Clarke. Clarke. Must find. Clarke.
The voice in her head repeated, over and over, like a mantra, pulling her to run back to the tree line. Pulling her to seek out her mate.
Have her. Claim her. Bite her. Clarke. Clarke.
Lexa pushed herself away from the smaller trees, deeper into the forest, her wolf legs running as hard and as fast as she could push them. She could feel her blood boiling, twisting and churning within her. Calling for more blood. More death. More Clarke.
Clarke. CLARKE. CLARKE!
The inner voice screamed, enjoying around Lexa's head. Making her howl and whimper as she stumbled and fell over logs and rocks, dragging herself further away from her pack. From her mate. She knew if she went back to Clarke it wouldn't be good. There would be biting. And blood. And death. She could almost taste it on her tongue.
Clarke. Clarke. No, no, no. Keep running. Keep going.
Lexa fought back against the voice inside, clattering over another fallen log, looking for any scent that wasn't Clarke. The forest smelt like her, scent trails crossing all over the place. She'd jump over a log, scramble under a bush, and there would be Clarke's scent. Just begging for her to go back. As Lexa hit the stream that ran through the forest, her bulking body tumbling through the cold water, she found what she needed. The fresh trail of an elk. Close by, just down wind. Grazing in the afternoon sun.
Blood. Kill. Kill. Blood.
The mantra pounded through her mind. Driving her forward, urging her towards the unsuspecting prey. The alpha wolf crept forward, body low to the ground, steps careful as the elk came into view. She eyed it through the bushes, her fangs already on display, saliva dripping from her mouth. She could almost taste it's sweet rang of life force. With one swift pounce, Lexa soared through the air, her large paws landing on the elk's hind quarters, elongated claws dragging into the soft meat.
Tearing. Ripping. Killing.
Her mouth locked around its neck, blood gushed down her throat, bones crunched under her grip. The elk flopped against her, sagging as its life drained from it. She raised her head into the sky, howling loudly as the poison coursed through her veins, demanding more.
Clarke. Clarke. Clarke.