Twin Moon - Chapter 273 - Besomar
Zelena.
“Who are you?” Doyle asked in a half whisper, almost like he wasn’t sure of the question.
“What?” I blanked. He was so sure that I was Whiskey, basically cocky about his assuredness. What changed?
“You’re not the same she-wolf I...” he began, speaking slowly and softly, but he was quickly silenced by a rumbling growl from Gunner.
“Stop deflecting, where is the survivor?” he demanded as he stood in front of me. His voice echoed through the village, but then it hung in the air like a dark cloud instead of dissipating, pressing down on all of us. Gunner is different, I could feel it from the moment he returned. But it’s so clear now, and I can’t be the only one that can see and feel it. His power, the Alpha aura, everything about him and his energy feels so much bigger, stronger, more potent now.
I leaned to the side to see around Gunner’s body, just as Doyle growled and waved his hand above his head. He looked over his shoulder to the tree line, just as three human figures appeared between the trees. The three people walked slowly towards us through the clearing. Only once they were closer did I realise the man in the middle had his hands tied behind his back. He can’t be the survivor, if he was, why was he tied up? Doyle grabbed the man by the shoulder and threw him at Gunner’s feet.
“Your survivor” he spat angrily as he pushed him down. With his hands tied behind his back, the man rolled across the ground, landing roughly on his face and chest.
“What the fuck!” I growled and rushed forward to help the man back up. Gunner grabbed at my shoulder and Tobias growled for me to stop, but I ignored them both.
“Are you alright?” I asked gently as I took hold of his shoulders to help him off the ground. He stumbled to his knees and looked up at me with gratitude, but the moment his eyes found mine, that look was gone.
“Besomar” he screamed as he fell back and tried desperately to crawl away from me. I held my hands out in front of me and froze. The man scrambled across the dirt screaming and muttering in Russian. Doyle moved to stand behind the man, making it harder for him to scamper away any further. Gunner pulled me up and away from the terrified man and growled down at him. Tobias, Elaine, Lunaya, all of our fighters growled and moved in closer, ready to attack.
“Stop, stop” I screamed at them all and waved them back away. I whipped around to the man on the ground. He was staring up at me with so much fear on his face. His blond hair had a tinge of red through it. His pale skin was dirty and covered in bloody grazes and fresh bruises. He was thin, strong looking, but still quite slim. Above all, he had the most haunting blue eyes. Gunner’s eyes are like pools of crystal blue water, this Weres eyes however were so clear and so blue I imagine I could see my reflection clearly in his iris. I was caught in place, struck by the brilliance of his eyes. I blinked a few times to regain my senses. The man was still muttering, saying the word’ Besomar’ over and over again.
“What’s he saying?” I asked Doyle. He smirked and shrugged,
“Don’t know, I don’t speak Russian” he answered smartly. I looked up at Gunner in question. I don’t know any Russian, and he has never said if he could speak it, so what do we do now.
“Mum understands Russian” he said softly. He turned his head to where his father's wolf stood and nodded, I assume to flash her to come outside. I quickly flashed Gunner before it was too late.
***She’s watching the twins, someone needs to protect them while he’s here***
I flashed and nodded in Doyle's direction. Gunner turned back to Doyle and snarled as he answered my flash.
***It’s okay, I’ll send Smith up***
***Alright***
A second later and Smith’s wolf took off and into the house, a minute later and Roe came marching out to where we were all congregated. She came to my side and squeezed my elbow. I offered her a small smile, to which she nodded back. We didn’t need words to understand each other. She was telling me that the babies were ok with Smith and Venus, I was thanking her for staying with them. She may very well be the perfect housewife and Luna. Whereas I resemble that of a newborn horse learning to run. Either way, I find that we are still quite similar, or at the very least compatible. I think that has had a huge impact on how quickly I was able to trust and confide in her.
The man hadn’t stopped mumbling and scurrying across the ground. He was now pressed into Doyle’s legs, who was clearly not happy with the close contact as he kept kicking his legs out to force the man off again. Roe stepped forward slightly and looked down at him with a saddened expression.
“Who is this?” she asked while looking over his cowering body.
“We don’t know yet” I answered her,
“Doyle claims to have found him” Gunner interjected,
“Doyle?” Roe questioned looking up at her son.
“The Alpha of the Meļņasirds” he replied with a nod of his head in Doyle’s direction. Doyle stood watching the interaction, eyeing Roe hungrily from head to toe. I felt Roe’s fear hit me as soon as she heard the name. She knows Doyle and his pack then, why else would she be so scared. I suppose it makes sense why everyone else was scared too. Whoever these Meļņasirds are, they must be dangerous. I looked around at the other fighters. They all seemed very wary and overly cautious, none of them had eased out of their attack stance. They were all watching closely and waiting. Who is this guy and why is everyone so damn afraid of him.
“Oh” Roe stumbled out,
“Welcome, Alpha Doyle” she spoke somewhat slowly,
“Well thank you, gorgeous” he answered with a wink, which of course earned a growl from Lupus’s wolf.
“It’s definitely my pleasure to meet you Miss, we don’t often come across a beauty such as yours” Doyle cooed seductively. He leaned forward and held out his hand, like he wanted to shake her hand or something. Gunner growled a warning and Doyle quickly stood up straight and pulled his hand back again.
“What’s your name?” he asked her in a slightly firmer tone.
“I’m Romea, Alpha Gunner’s mother” she answered with a hard voice. I could still smell her fear, but she was doing a good job of masking it.
“Is that so?” Doyle chuckled and looked up to Gunner, who nodded once.
“Such a shame” he chuckled and kicked the man off his leg once again. The man whimpered and kicked his legs to scamper away from me again. What the fuck did I do?
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