- Chapter 5 -

An enemy's fangs.

Part 2.

"Darcia… Why do they continue to challenge me?" An old man hissed as he sat on a large, golden throne and stroked some sort of creature on his lap. A younger man knelt down in front of him and looked at his 'master' with a white, ghostly mask on his face. His one blue eye an emotionless glare at the old man and the other eye was covered by a patch. The old man picked up the creature on his lap, put it on the ground and got up. He walked down the stone steps leading down his throne and stood next to Darcia.

"I don't know, my lord." He replied in a silent, emotionless voice.

"Why don't you know, Darcia...?" He asked silently and placed a withering, crippled hand onto Darcia's black feathered covered head. Darcia clenched his fist and shuddered quickly as a cold feeling raced through his body. He knew what was about to happen...

"Why don't you know, Darcia?!" The old man repeated with anger in his voice and then Darcia felt teeth piercing his necks flesh. Then the creature from the throne was sitting next to him calmly, waiting for this moment. A vicious cat-like snarl struck Darcia's ear drum and a crunching of large bone could be heard coming from the shadow creature. It was enough to make anyone and any creature jump and run for cover. But Darcia remained emotionless.

"The Paradise Wolves have pride in themselves, master...They don't know when they are beat by the Majesty Of Death... Give them time and the result will be... sweet." Darcia replied calmly and removed the old wolf's fangs from his neck slowly.

"You're right, Darcia... We still have Cheza and they can't breech my fortress. Come, I have something for you..." He chuckled evilly and began walking away.

"Yes, Master Charles..." Darcia said as he got up and followed the old, grey wolf down hallways. He then followed him into a large room with, as he noted, a dinning table in the centre. Wooden, throne like chairs were assembled for guest Noble's for the evening feast and warm food had already been served. Charles went to the top section of the table, put his hand underneath the table and pressed a smell, red button. The room then went pitch black and then suddenly a radiant glow hovered above the table, slowly inching its way down. Charles smiled, or that's what it looked like, signalled Darcia to come over and then he grabbed the glass container that hovered above the table.

"Do you know what this is, Darcia?" He asked, excitement bubbling up inside him. Darcia nodded and placed, covered by one of his black gloves, a hand onto the glowing glass container. Inside it was a black orb like stone... Trouble was definitely boiling up.

"Take it you fool! Become what you were!" He hissed into Darcia's ear and watched Darcia's reaction with eagerness. He slowly moved his right hand up and reached for his eye patch. Taking it off without hesitation, his golden wolf eye gleamed at his surroundings and then it looked at the orb. Just one movement and he would be a wolf again. Like many centuries ago when all people were wolves once upon a time but then forgot what they really were and so they remained in human form and their memories were forgotten too. Just one move... Darcia then took off the glass containers lid and reached for the black orb...

(Break)

Another enemy of the Paradise Wolves walked slowly through her mansion's lush, brightly coloured garden. Clutching a toddler's hand, she knelt down next to a beautiful rose bush and picked a satin white rose. Handing it to the toddler, she smiled at her daughter and received a warm grin in return as the toddler took the rose from her mum. Then they strolled through the garden until a man dressed from head to toe in black leather clothes interrupted them. He knelt down and bowed his head at her.

"Good morning, Lady Jaguara. I have reciev-" He was suddenly interrupted by a wave of Lady Jaguara's left hand.

"Do you not have any manners? Since when does a servant's tongue not greet the heir of mine?" She questioned as she looked at him with an uptight smile. He carried on looking down and then murmured apologies.

"Err, good morning, Lady Susan." He greeted humbly to the toddler and with a satisfied grin, Lady Jaguara began walking away. "My Lady! I bring important news!" He called in a shaky voice, immediately getting up running after her. Lady Jaguara stopped and skipped like a five year old girl towards him.

"What is it?" She asked, laughing pleasantly. The servant bowed his head again and gazed up at the beautiful woman and her child.

"I have received news that 'he' has successfully joined the Paradise Wolves a week ago... Your Majesty..." He murmured, then wore a pleased smile when Lady Jaguara smiled and held out her hand to him. He gently took it and laid a slight peck on her hand. Her smile suddenly turned to a disgusted one and she pulled her hand away from his grasp like he was a mere ant.

"Shut your lips servant! How dare you lay them on my beauty!" She hissed and stormed away, taking Susan with her. But her thoughts raced from that unsettled topic. "My pet is doing well, maybe number 42 will do a better job at flushing out those mongrels."

(Break)

As we made our way towards the Hunting Grounds, Drake put his hand on a blown out torch, that was on the stonewall next to us, and pushed it down. Then, like what you see in most cartoons, both him and I in the next second were on the other side of the wall. This dungeon like room that we were plopped into smelt disgusting; also it was pitch dark and very dusty. My wolf eyes had no problem adjusting to the lighting, but the dust caused me to sneeze and cough coarsely. "Why are we here again?" I asked irritably, as I smacked cobwebs away from my face. I got no reply, which made me look around and then see Drake was gone. "Drake?" I asked silently, but there was still no reply. "DRAKE! Where are you?" I questioned loudly and then my eyes went wide when a torch lit itself up. "Great… This place is haunted."

"If you think that's scary, wait till you see us on our wedding day with my mother around." Drake stated shrewdly and appeared next to me. I gasped and then smacked his head. "What was that for?" Drake asked and grunted in pain as he rubbed his head.

"That was for two things… One for leaving my sight and two for claiming to marry me in the future." I snorted and then felt hands sliding around my waist. "How do you always know my soft spot?" I asked silently as I blushed and looked away from his sky blue eyes that stared at me.

"I guess it's just instinct..." He replied in a low tone, then turned my face towards his gently and cupped my chin as his face came towards mine slowly with a smile. I closed my eyes and hugged him tightly. "Drake… Don't you think you are moving too fast with this?" I asked him in a gentle tone as I resisted to carry on what Drake had started. Drake blinked twice and then nodded.

"I suppose so!" He replied in a cheerful voice, which earned a shocked glance from me and then a quick, 'cover up' smile.

"Then lets get going! We don't want to get in trouble from your dad!" I stated with a smile and then followed Drake through a door leading out of the dungeon like room. But that memory of Drake about to confess his love for me with a simple kiss flashed over and over through my mind. And I think I may have fallen in love with him…

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