Abby
The funeral pyre was a blazing fire of yellow and red. Abby knew it was a grim thing, but the tradition customs of the Trikru Pack was always a marvel to her. She'd learn a lot since joining to become the Kongedakru, but this, the funeral pyre, was one of her favorites. The Trikru and now the Skikru wolves who had joined them, believe that the flame cleansed the body of anything, everything, on their way to paradise. Plus it never left any remains for human hands to get hold of and study.
Abby watched the flames dance and sway with one another, stood between Luna and Kane, both inching closer each opportunity they got.
The older woman wasn't sure how to feel, about this amount of attention, from anybody. Since her husband Jake, had passed on, Abby hadn't really given much thought to re-mating or even sexual activity. She'd been happy going through life with just Clarke. But even now, her Omega daughter had a mate. Maybe it was time.
As Luna's shoulder brushed her own, Abby turned to meet the Alpha females eye, the russet haired woman smiled wide, the crinkles in her skin creasing as the smile reached her eyes. On her other side, Kane slipped a hand to the small of Abby's back. Her skin tingled at the touch. She was in her prime, Abby realized, and had attention from not one, but two wolves. Nyko, sweet Nyko, had dipped out of this metaphorical race for Abby's hand once Luna had given him a warning growl a day ago. Abby felt bad about that, he was only asking a question about surgical stitches. But she was a little grateful. She couldn't cope with three suitors.
Tearing her eyes away from the other woman, Abby spies her daughter across the circle. Clarke stood tall and proud, back rigid, eyes trained on the trees rather then the fire, searching for her mate. There had been no sign of Lexa for three days now, but the howls from the forest in the dead of night sent a chill down everyone's spine.
Beside Clarke stood the Azgeda wolf, Roan. It was his sister they were burning, next to her killer. The same man who'd bitten Lexa and driven the alpha into the forest. Even now, Abby felt like there were eyes burning into her back, the aura of a powerful alpha pulsing around the clearing in the forest. Lexa was there, somewhere. Lurking and watching her pack. As Clarke began to depart from the circle of wolves, skirting along the edge of the trees, Abby broke away from Luna and Kane, trotting to catch up with her child,
"Clarke, I need to talk to you," she said quietly, stepping in line with her daughter. The blonde shook her head, striding forward,
"Not now mum, I've got to get back, see if Balthazar or Indra has any word,"
"Clarke, it's important," Abby persisted, grabbing for the Omegas arm. Clarke slipped her arm out of her mother's grasp, turning to face her with an angry scowl,
"So is this mom! Lexa is missing, infected with god knows what, and Nia is behind it. Again. I have to find her!" Clarke growled, her eyes flecking with yellow. Abby took a breath, and placed the best mother scowl she could,
"What I have to say is important too Clarke. It's about you, and Lexa. You can't always put the pack first!"
"I have to mom, the pack is the most important thing. I have to keep them safe from harm, else what's the point in being a chosen Alpha!" Clarke counter acted, turning to walk away,
"I know you can't get pregnant! I know that's why you're running to Polis. And I know why you can't," Abby called out, stopping Clarke dead in her tracks. The blondes' shoulders sagged, head bowing slightly. Abby took that as her cue to catch up with her, tugging the younger omega into her arms tightly, "I'm so sorry baby girl, I know it's been hard. And I know you've been trying to deal with it on your own, but I'm here. Lexa is here….somewhere.. you can talk to me about these things," Clarke buried her head into the nook of her mother's neck, a small sob escaping,
"I don't want to lose her. But I feel like I have already," Clarke whimpered, wrapping her arms around her mother. Abby sighed, rubbing Clarke's back softly,
"The silver poisoning you got from…from last year.. I think, well Luna and I think it maybe effecting your reproductive organs," Abby said as softly as she could manage, feeling her daughter sob against her, tears wetting the crook of her neck. She wished she could do more then just hold Clarke,
"Is..is…there anything we…I can do?" Clarke managed to mumble, pulling herself away from her mother's embrace. Abby worried her bottom lip as she scanned her daughters tear stained face. Slowly and sadly the doctor shook her head, the feeling of dread washing through her. Clarke gave a sharp nod, inhaling deeply.
Clarke
"Is she even going to come back?" Clarke sighed, staring out of the study window. She'd taken residence in Lexa's usual spot, the huge leather throne behind the Alpha's desk. It was a damn comfy chair, and Clarke could see why Lexa didn't like anyone else sitting in it.
"Of course she will," Abby soothed from her seat by the window, gazing at her daughter with sad eyes, the young omega had been rather silent about their conversation the day before. Hiding herself within the study day and night. Abby could tell she was sleeping in her and Lexa's personal hiding space, the blankets that Clarke used were thrown hazardously over the back of the sofa Luna sat upon.
"It does seem likely she will return. I believe that Lexa knew why the hunter–" Luna began, her tone thoughtful and soft.
"Emmerson," Clarke cut her off, she wanted Emmerson to be remembered as the assailant. She wasn't going to forget him anytime soon, why should anyone else.
"Why Emmerson was how he was. All that snarling and roaring, she must have figured out as soon as he bit her that the Wolf's Bane poison was transferred to her body. So she ran off to where she'd cause less damage. Though on the other hand, it wasn't a wise idea," Luna finished, settling back in the two-seater leather sofa that had been placed just in front of the bookcase opposite Clarke. The Omega turned her eyes to Luna,
"What do you mean? Surly turning to wolf would have healed her?" the blonde quizzed quickly,
"Well, yes, of course. It would have healed the exterior wound, but the damage the poison will be doing to her insides wouldn't be healed. The Wolf's Bane will still be flowing through her system once she turned back. Which has to be soon, it's been three days, she'll have to shift back soon," Luna sighed, gazing out of the large window for a moment. Clarke studied the alpha female, she seemed to be a fountain of knowledge for them all.
"There is a possible antidote," Luna continued,
"What? Tell me, she has to have it!" Clarke declared, practically pounding her fists against the desktop. Her mother and Luna both jumped as she did so, Clarke's aura flaring around the room. Filled with panic and concern, it set both older women on edge. Luna shifted against the sofa slightly, before clearing her throat,
"Theoretically it's possible. If the Aconitum plant is cut with Alpha blood to create the Wolf's Bane, which effects Alpha and Beta wolf alike in the same manner, yet attacks Omegas, then if we cut it with a mixture of Omega and Alpha blood, it may combat the effects on Lexa's body," Luna mused, stroking her chin thoughtfully. Clarke frowned hard. Where would they get a fuse of Alpha and Omega blood? That would only be possible if there was an omega pup born from an Alpha. As realization dawned on Clarke's face, her mother cut in first,
"That would mean taking a blood sample from Juniper. Surly you can't mean that Luna?" the elder Griffin woman was on her feet, her doctor tone in place. Clarke looked between Abby and Luna, worrying her bottom lip. She wanted to save Lexa from this poison, remove it from her body before it did any more damage. But she didn't want to sanction taking the pups blood, she was barely four months old. Would it even be prominent enough? She had yet to even present as an Omega, "We've only speculated that Juniper is the Omega of the twins, it might even be Abraham! Luna, surly there is another way,"
"I only said it's theoretical. It might not even work, Lexa may be permanently hooked on the Wolf's Bane," the room fell silent for a moment. All three of its inhabitants thinking hard. All Clarke could think was what if Lexa was damaged? What if she wasn't her Lexa anymore? The image of her crazed as the Wolf's Bane took hold of her while she crushed Emmerson's skull was already etched permanently into Clarke's memory. The omega sighed heavily, rubbing her hands hard against her face,
"Go get Octavia and Lincoln. Explain the situation. We can't do anything without their permission, they are the mother and sire of the twins. Besides Lexa hasn't even resurfaced yet," Clarke grumbled, her eyes not meeting the other two woman. They murmured their agreement as they left the study. Leaving Clarke alone with her thoughts. She found herself staring out of the study window, willing Lexa, as a wolf or human, just to walk out of those trees. There was a knot of dread in her stomach that wouldn't be squashed that twisted and rolled every time Clarke remembered that she hadn't even said goodbye to her mate before she left for Polis.
She felt foolish and selfish, knowing that she'd left Lexa here just to have space because she had issues. She knew should have just spoken to Lexa, explained about the anxiety she was facing. Talked about how she was scared Lexa would leave her over not having any pups. And now it all seemed too late. Lexa was lost within herself, poison running through her veins, and they didn't even know if they could help her.
Clarke felt the sob coming and didn't even stop it, the tears streaking her cheeks as she stared out the window. The news that she probably wouldn't even be able to have pups had hit Clarke hard, she was only 22, prime age for mating and having pups, and the same went for Lexa. She was 24, mighty and strong. They were the ideal mated couple, and yet here they were. Clarke's reproductive organs useless due to a man human hunter obsession with poisoning her and Lexa, ingested by the same hunter, running amok through the forest. As Clarke's teats began to taper off, the Omega held her head in her hands, trying to figure out what to do.
Raven and Anya
"So she defiantly still wants to enrol?" Anya questioned as she followed Raven up to the fourth floor. The younger Beta nodded, turning down the corridor,
"I think she needs a distraction," Raven replied, sliding key into lock and opening the door. The two-bedroom apartment had a faint smell of the Azgeda wolf, making Raven's nose crinkle slightly. Anya laughed as she followed her on, craning her neck to press a soft kiss to her loves forehead,
"You're cute when you do that," the older woman teased, earning her a swat to the arm from the younger female, "What does she even need a distraction from? Like before the feral Lexa issue," Anya questioned, heading towards the small kitchen as Raven closed the door. The younger wolf heard Anya rustling around in the fridge, scavenging for food. She chewed her inner cheek for a moment, before limping after Anya,
"She doesn't think she can have pups. Well actually, Clarke now knows she can't have pups. She was, is, scared Lexa is going to be, unhappy? No, outraged? Yeah, outraged about this, she wanted time to think about it all, figure it out," Raven spoke softly, catching Anya's eyes as the taller woman emerged from the fridge, a chunk of chicken in her mouth. The Beta female pushed the fridge door shut, leaning against it as Raven pushed herself up onto the kitchen counter,
"Lex ain't gonna do anything stupid like that just 'cos Clarke cant have pups. Do you have any idea how long Lexa has been pining after that Omega?" Anya laughed, the noise washing over Raven's skin like a safety blanket, "Even with Wolf's Bane running through her, her love for Clarke probably completely out weighs the drugs effects,"
Raven hummed in reply, loosening the straps to her leg brace. It had been a tough few days, in her opinion. From the first moment the Azgeda wolf, Roan, had shown up at the apartment, in wolf form, to getting back to the compound.
Then dealing with the poor man's dead sister, the funeral pyre and the constant wariness of where the now feral alpha was. With Clarke asking her to return to Polis to register at the university still, and then explaining about the silver poisoning, Raven needed a good, long nap. Or two. She'd always be there for Clarke, but even now, Raven understood why the Omega wanted a break from the pack life.
The younger woman felt Anya's eyes on her then, scorching her skin as she stared,
"What?" she shot with a smirk, leaning back against the counter to stretch her back out. She'd been half wondering about this Wolf's Bane drug since the Floukru Alpha had explained what it was a few days ago. An enhancer, building on what strength and advantages they, as wolves, had over humans. It made them better. Stronger. Raven couldn't help but think, would it help the pain in my leg? Would it be worth it?
As she shifted, planning on asking Anya more about the drug, she found the other woman's lips on her neck. Hot and heavy, Anya kissed and nipped her flesh, a low growl rumbling from her chest Raven couldn't help but shudder, her arms wrapping tightly around the older woman, nails digging into her skin through the thin shirt she wore. Anya growled again, her own hand skimming down Raven's sides. Bunching up the crimson vest the girl wore to expose her midriff. Anya dropped away from her neck then, her mouth finding the smooth, tanned planes of Raven's stomach. She littered kisses and bites against her skin, knowing full well that soon she'd be drawing animalistic sounds from the younger woman.
As Anya began to unbuckling Raven's jeans, the tanned girl threw her head back, revealing in the touch of her lover, loosing her thoughts in the feel of Anya's skilled fingers against her skin. Her hot mouth tracing her hip bones. Tongue dipping against the waistline of her boy boxers. She shivered as Anya managed to wiggle her jeans down to her leg brace, leaving her thighs bare. The older woman's fingers danced up her thighs, mouth trailing up her stomach again,
"Jesus, Fuck ," Raven groaned, Anya's right hand cupping her heated sex through her pants, fingers rubbing against her already soaked sex. Even through her underwear, Raven was getting close. The touches, kisses, general pretense of any so close to her made her horny as hell. It didn't help when the Beta wolf slipped her hand beneath the waist band of her boxers, finger tips toying with the pearl of nerves at the top of her slit. Slowly Anya worked her clit in tight circles, her mouth back at Raven's neck, trailing up to her ear, hot breath warming her skin,
"I don't know how to keep my hands off you," Anya practically whispered. Her low, husky tone sending shivers Down Raven's spine, right to her hot core. She whimpered, slipping an arm around the woman's shoulders, pushing her chest into Anya,
"Then don't," Raven commanded as she felt two digits glide through her wet sex and slip inside her.
Lexa
Clarke. Clarke. Clarke.
The voice was back in her head, echoing around her entire body. Lexa though it had silenced once she shifted back to her two legs, she'd briefly revelled in the silence. Before it came back. Chanting the mantra of her mates' name. Over and over. She'd seen the blonde Omega earlier, she was sure it was earlier that day. It might have been the day before. The Alpha wasn't sure. Everything had blurred into one.
Clarke had been watching the fire with the Azgeda wolf. He'd been crying and cowering besides her, his scent pure desperation. He wanted to belong, to be apart of it all. Lexa could smell it then and she could smell it now. She could smell all of them. Every last member of the Kongedakru, of her pack. She could especially smell the Omega.
Clarke. Clarke. Clarke.
The voice drove her forward, her strong legs striding forward, through the last line if trees before the expanse of garden behind her home. She was nude, smeared with dirt, her fully erect cock bobbing between her legs are she walked. She needed Clarke. Wanted Clarke. She'd give in to the voice in her head, the boiling if her blood, the pulsing of her erection.
As she neared the house, Lexa realized it was the dead of the night. No one could see her, no lights were on in the building, except one. A small flicked of illumination came from the window that was her study. She moved forward in silence, peering into her own domain.
Clarke. Omega. Mate. Clarke.
The echo in the Alpha's head grew frantic and louder as her wolf yellow eyes locked onto the sleeping omega. Clarke was curled under a thick blanket, lying on the small couch that had taken residence within the study. Lexa needed to be there, beside her, on her, in her. Quickly the Alpha sought out a route inside her own home, caring very little if any wolf found her, naked and dirty, prowling around her own home.
She needed to get inside.
She needed to get to Clarke.
She needed to be inside Clarke.
Clarke. Clarke. Fuck. Clarke. Mine. Mine.