Darkest Powers fanfiction
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Derek Souza/OC: Mary Ralluber

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Chapter 22.

Mary didn't know where she going, but she ran away from that house. Her scent was all over house, but the doctors didn't know that. Besides, they had D. Jay to pick from, and if he was still alive they'd take him with them. Mary thought sarcastically how much he'd like that.

Her primary goal was to get away from the Edison Group, to make sure she and her babies were in safe distance from them. After a couple of nights of running, she'd settled down in a vast crowd of trees. She could feel her blood discharge from between her legs and soak into her spandex pants. She sat against a tree and cringe, the sensation revolting her. Luckily for her, she had extra clothes. She'd change as soon as she found a river.

The more she wandered into the forest, the stranger the scent of the woods smelled to her. After she mulled the scent over, wondering what could be causing it, she stopped in her tracks. She realized where the scent was coming from.

Mary was in the middle of her father's wolf pack's territory.

She cursed herself for being so stupid and naïve.

Shit. Safe my ass, she growled mentally.

She sighed heavily to calm herself. The last thing her babies needed was her stress. She wasn't dumb enough to think she could take on an entire pack of werewolves, but perhaps she could talk through to them. Make them leave her alone, pass without difficulty.

She heard rustling quickly and Mary shut her eyes, dreading when they'd arrive. The other werewolves had caught her sent. They wouldn't do anything without D. Jay, though.

Suddenly, an idea hatched in her mind. She didn't like it, but it would work.

"Who are you?" snarled a deep voice, chiming through the growls that immediately erupted. Mary opened her bright green eyes to see herself surrounded by all male werewolves, each brawny in size and sporting the outfits similar to what her father used to don—jeans, mountain boots, flannels, and old wife beaters.

"You can't tell by looking at my face?" Mary asked, turning to the owner of the voice. He was a large man, towering over her by perhaps more than a foot. He was tanned and blonde-haired, thick sideburns reaching his jawline. His eyes were dark blue and narrowed, as his arms folded over his chest, exposed from his open flannel. The man stared at her, studying her face. The other werewolves did the same.

"Her scent is awfully familiar," another werewolf chimed, one not so large as the first, but by far bigger than Mary. He, too, was tanned, but his hair was black with bright blue eyes instead. There was a slight accent in his voice, and judging by where she'd been, she wondered if this werewolf had come from Canada.

"But there's a damn strong sterile scent. She bathin' in rubbin' alcohol?" another said, but Mary didn't see where the voice had come from. Instead, her eyes were rested on the big blonde werewolf in front of her. His face was deep in concentration, still studying her.

"You're still having trouble?" she teased. He glared.

"I know who you are. Haven't seen you in years, though. Damn crazy how much you've grown," he responded. Mary's eyebrows knitted together.

"We've met?" He nodded.

"You was just a tyke when we met; I wouldn' expect ya to remember," he said. "In fact, you met the entire pack. They haven' recognized you yet, but they will."

"D. Jay brought me to meet you guys when I was a baby?" she asked, almost mortified. How could her father have been so stupid? Though they were under his command, something could have happened to her. What if one of them had seriously injured her when he wasn't looking? Her hatred grew even more.

"'Course he did. Wanted you to be just as great a werewolf as we are." Mary rolled her eyes. "Looks like he succeeded too." He sniffed the air and Mary realized that she still had blood smeared on her hands and her shirt from ripping Byrne's throat out. The werewolves around her began to growl again.

"That smells like Byrne."

"She killed Byrne?"

"She's pregnant! She ain't strong 'nough to kill a guy like 'im."

"Byrne ain't the only one you killed, huh?" the blonde asked, stepping towards her. Mary bared her teeth. "We sent Byrne and Rocky out. D. Jay was gonna meet them. None o' them are back, and they ain't pussy enough to run away, 'specially not our boss." A hiss of agreement circled them. "So who else you killed?"

"I killed that pervert, Byrne. Why not? He tried to rape me. Hell, I'm already pregnant. I don't want any other guy sticking their thing near me!" she exclaimed. Shocked murmurs hissed in the crowd, but the blonde's eyes remained narrowed. "And Rocky? Hell, he was going to kill me anyway. Why not kill him too? I didn't leave D. Jay dead, I know. I left him to the scientists that were following me. He and the both of them are probably on their way back to Canada now to experiment. Hopefully I've gotten them off of my tail."

The whispers turned into outrages from the werewolves, exclaiming that their leader was being dragged away by scientists. The blonde snarled at her, baring his jagged teeth. Mary grinned at them wickedly. She wasn't proud that she'd killed two men, but the fact that they wouldn't be bothering her anymore made her feel better. Besides, she knew they were up to no good.

"D. Jay's gone," Mary boomed over the loud chatter. "And, in case you dipsticks didn't get it the first time, I'm D. Jay's daughter. Don't you know by my face? Surely you knew my mother." She turned three hundred sixty degrees, eyeing each one of those werewolves. She breathed heavily before continuing. "So do you know what this means? Since I'm his daughter and he's gone, all of you are under my leadership now. I am the alpha of this pack." She turned back to the blonde man, whose face was twisted with both disgust and surprise. Mary arched an eyebrow. "So what are you going to do about it?"

The blonde closed his eyes briefly, cupping his forehead with his hand. He sighed loudly and withdrew his hand. "She's right," he announced. "This is Mary Ralluber. Ya'll have met her, when she was a kid. If D. Jay is gone, then Mary, by lineage, becomes the next alpha." He glared down at her. "What do expect us to do now, Miss Mary?"

A grin plastered on her face and she crossed her arms. She'd gotten her way. She was now responsible for an entire pack of wolves—the sole wolf pack in all of Montana—but now she was the puppeteer, and she controlled them.

"I need a place to stay," she said, dropping the grin and putting on a firmer face. She refused to raise her children in the wild. Though they would be pureblooded werewolves, she thought it inhumane to be raised in a forest. They were werewolves, not regular wolves. "I'm going into my seventh month of pregnancy. Obviously I'll be going into labor soon. I refuse to raise my kids in a forest."

"Kids?" said the Canadian. "You're havin' more than one?"

"Yeah. Twins," she said, placing a hand on top of her mound.

"She can stay wit' me," he said to the blonde. The blonde werewolf nodded.

"Alright. Fine. Miss Mary'll stay wit' Izaack." He tilted his head towards the Canadian so Mary knew who he was talking about.

"Thanks," she muttered. Izaack nodded, black hair falling in his face. He was a nice-looking man, perhaps the nicest out of the rest of the pack. He was perhaps in his late twenties, for his features were quite young. However, since he was young, Mary had to be sure he didn't pull any creepy and lecherous moves. She was their alpha now. She could take on anyone.

"Alrigh'. So it's settled. Miss Mary has become our new alpha. Since you don't know nothin' 'bout wolf packs, I'll say this: we here are a family. We look out for each other, got each other's backs, and so forth. Perhaps it best to be reacquainted with yo' new family," the blonde said, his thick Montana accent leaking through his words. "I'm Eddie, by the way. In case you didn't remember."

"I didn't," Mary admitted. Eddie rolled his eyes.

"And, listen; we still ain't okay with you killin' our former alpha. D. Jay was strong and powerful, and he watched our backs. You killin' packmates ain't gonna happen no more, ya hear?" he scolded. Mary glared.

"I didn't kill my dad," she corrected. "And I only killed the others because they were almost as vile as my dad. D. Jay was not a great person; I don't know how you could have looked up to him. But those other guys were just downright pathetic. That Byrne guy wanted to freaking rape me for running away from my home. Just so you all know"—she glared at all of the werewolves around her—"if I'm going to be your alpha, I'm demanding respect. One thing I do know about wolf packs is that you guys owe me my respect, no matter what I do. I am your alpha. I am not your bitch. I am not your mom. I am your leader, and you'll do as I say. You hear?" They remained quiet, and they glared right back at her. Mary's blood boiled as they disobeyed her. "I said, do you hear?"

Her booming voice startled the grown men, but they continued to glare. However, in addition, they howled their agreement, and their approval of Mary as their new alpha.