Chapter 73

A/N: OK this chapter is GOING TO BE 1500 words! BC it might be two parts.
Ronitus
My heart raced. I felt like a pup again… More of *my* bloodline…. One Gulteer didn’t cull…
I still smell the stench of death and burned fur… The fires lasted for days… The buzzards were so full some of my people rotted away while I was basically *useless*… only able to watch but too injured to do anything.
And here was at least a nephew or cousin by the scent… He smelled like home. Damn I miss that pack, but it’s all gone…. Originally my pack was in the wilds of Africa, but it’s all developed the last time I visited the gravesite…
It was covered over…by a damn mall…
“In all my years… I never thought I’d smell that scent again…. Son of unshifted blood…” I said the last part quietly. “Who was your father?” I asked. ‘You smell like me… a first-generation flesh wearer…”
My father was unshifted… It is *my* fault we let that fucking monster in the pack. I don’t care what Aemi says…
“He went by Arnold Emmet…. I do not know more…. My mother died while at sea… We stowed away and got caught, but I’ve roamed this country ever since….” Gillitus said truthfully. I believe he goes by Gilbert.
“Roam no more… come home with me, blood of mine.” I asked knowing the answer… he was marked…
“But I have a master…. I go where he goes.” Gillitus said firmly. “When he dies, I die… When he commands, I am compelled, and I am unable to go against it.” He paused, collecting his words. “Should you offend him… I am not your packmate… I am not your littermate… I only share your blood. I cannot go where you go.” He said this proudly… It seemed like an honor for him to say those words.
“I would release you if you but ask Gillitus.” Lord Kaizen, his master, said seeing him bow…. There was no way he would do that….
But the House of Charred took me in, trained me up, and made me the second strongest wolf. Not alive. There are none but royal blood that could dare sit in *my* throne at my King’s right.
“No master…. through your power I am calm… The primal urge to kill is nearly undetectable.” Gillitus said as Jack the Slasher silently agreed. “It is something that cannot be explained to a werewolf… not one who knows the taste of control.”
Fucking Pack Killer…
If Jack were not bound by blood… now that I had him, no more chances. I’d have beheaded him to be sure… skinned him alive for my office for what he did to Ashital. I’d never seen that level of rage from the King, not even when he lost his own child… but he did for his brother… He had to explain *why*…
“I second that.” Said Jack with a fucking smile at me. “I do enjoy killing. So much so, that I learned how to seep into the shadows on my own with no training, nor knowledge of what it was…. Death is my supper…It is my bread… I would go days without eating or drinking… waiting for blood, the hunt…. To be pat on the back by the Reaper, for I was his entertainment while his master slept... Their screams were, and still are my candy… and no law held me. Neither wolf nor man sated this lust, but this world has become so modern… even I know I will *eventually* be caught, killed, and thrown in the Pit if I had not partaken of my master’s blood.”
Jack became a black silhouette, and phased through the bars like Shadow Warriors do, however, unlike them… he can phase through solid silver. He tolerates the blood boiling, pain, and burning. He’s *that* determined to break out, like a coyote chewing his own paw off to escape.
“Impressive.” Said my King.
“Even Lord Ashital could not hold me. He said I was slippery as an eel and as voracious as a shrew.” Jack bowed. “If my master pleases…. Should his majesty need me, I will answer with permission.” Jack said this expecting to be pet on the head….
King Ashital used to say that in frustration… He wanted him to have a proper trial, because he wanted to interrogate him… I knew he didn’t care.
Though… I also never understood why Jack always wanted to be petted like an animal…
Then I have to understand that Jack wasn’t born in flesh. His father is Grindel’s Beta, Fenrys. We are the originals… the oldest living wolves, though I supposed the only older would be someone like King Rau of Mythical Beasts, or maybe King Jerold of the Half Beasts….
No, the oldest is the Curator, the Lord of Time’s son. He only polices the flow of time, so he’s kind of forgotten about… What was his name again? The Time Lord? He used to go by something stu-.
“We may have some things to discuss later then.” Said King Tyson.
“Your father and mother, if they were of the old times…. My cousin Romulus must have lived… gained flesh… Shift for me.” I said to change the subject… I really, truly will never forgive Jack.
Never.
/He is *fucking scum*./ Snarled my wolf, Ubumba.
“Alright.” Gilbert did as he was told with a nod from Lord Kaizen.
“… Did he have green eyes? Your face looks like his photocopy….”
I hope Rom managed to have something in this world… He lost his mate, his newborns… Gulteer… He is why I hated witches… Why I feared magic…. Partly why I shave my head, that my locks don’t grow….
The stench of burned hair and screaming family… and drowning…. You haven’t died until you drown in your own blood…. I don’t know how I’m here, alive.
He is why the Goddess gave my son one… I must admit as sweet as Heidi is, I almost made a mistake… It is a bitter fruit to taste, being related to a man like the Witch King…
[As green as grass.] Gillitus snapped me from my war scar…My wolf whined in my head. Ubumba never wags his tail. It’s unbefitting, yet here he was being a giddy pup with me.
“I never thought I’d say this….You are Gillitus, son of Romulus Stone…. Should you ever wish to visit Lapis or StoneMoon, you are *Welcome.* I’m pretty sure my son would be rather excited to see you.”
“Really? I have more family?” He asked shifting excitedly.
I had to count on my fingers. “There’s me, you, John, my grandson Harry… and my granddaughter Tiffany, though she’s a full witch. All of them are your full blood. Heidi, John’s mate is a very accomplished Dark Witch. The Horned One only makes pureblooded creatures.”
“Oh that’s interesting.” Said Jack.
“Heidi and John are arriving later on today.” I said hiding my excitement as best as I could.
“That sounds fun.” He said while the royal family left… and so did Jack. Where did that Snake slither off to?
/Shakira, if Jack does ANYTHING, kill him. Bring me his FUCKING Skin./
/Sir you’re too old to yell…. I cannot disobey you sir, but I hope for your sake he behaves./ she linked.
/Apologies…. But watch him… I don’t want him near her majesty/ I commanded, and I heard her quiet panic in her response.
/… ok *that* was not something I thought about!/