It Spoke

Bain:

The flickering illumination of the raging flames danced across my phone screen as my eyes drank in the silent destruction of the once lively and well-maintained orphanage, while the screaming moans of my mate and Patrick fucking like wild animals echoed through the house.

“Just a bunch of ‘whores’.” Rason grumbled from the shadows, grinning at his less-than-enthusiastic attitude toward our little mate and her step-brother. Pouring a fresh bourbon with a tilted smirk as her moaning roars fueled my inner demons, relaxing back into the cow-hide chair.

“What’s the matter, jealous you have to share your precious little mate?” Goading him feeling the fluttering rush of rage race through my veins as his darkened ambered orbs glowed like two fiery spheres against the darkness.

“Or the fact she can’t conceive your cub?” That was the final thread holding him together as his raging roars echoed through the shadows, watching those fiery ambers fade away into the recess of my subconscious.

“Careful what you ask for ‘human’ because karma can be a BITCH!” Laughing haughtily into the shadowy ceiling as the flickering flames ghosted across the coffered architecture, grinning at his demonic growling words.

“Threaten someone who has an actual bleeding heart for the lovey-dovey ideals of a mate bond, because mine never existed. Maybe for my dear brother, but not me. It’s just another hindrance in this fucked-up life blessed upon us.” Sipping the chilled bourbon, tasting the smooth woodsy bouquet as it warmed my throat against the chilly December winds that whipped through the Colorado Rockies.

Noticing the silence that draped over the shadowy house, hearing the faint whining of the rushing mountain winds as they slapped and rolled along the windows and doors as soft breathing echoed eerily from the shadows. Reaching for the Glock sitting on the Bighorn side table.

“I would think twice before reaching for that.” Turning sharply towards the gravelly voice that chuckled through the shadowy dance of the flickering hues of orange and reds.

“And if I did?” Challenging his timbered threat, snatching the Glock with a quick hand. Click. Click. Growling at the chunk of metal as it clanked across the floor, standing up to face the muscular shadowy silhouette that stalked through the room on light feet. Hearing the light scratching of claws across the wide-planked flooring as a small shadow climbed up the larger silhouette.

“What do you want?” Stepping closer to the flickering fire place, reaching for the fire poker behind my leg as the silhouette stepped closer to the dancing wall of light dividing the darkness. Sneering at the sound of bullets clinking to the ground in a hollow dance of tinkling metal.

“Business with a little personal mixed in with it, but first, where’s your father and Titan?” Smirking at the mentioning of both men that were halfway across the globe for a personal matter that arose unexpectedly.

“Dani. Patrick. Study now!” Linking against the hazy pulsating that tickled along our links.

“Gone on business, but you have me to entertain in their absence.” Listening for either Dani or Patrick as the muscular silhouette reached out for the bourbon bottle, noticing the smaller shadow sitting up on his shoulder leaning into his ear as his chuckling scoff irked me deeply.

“The blonde hunk fucking that little Russian minx won’t be joining you anytime soon.” Reaching for my bourbon glistening against the flickering flames as his greenish orbs reflected the fiery hues in a glowing sheen.

“Rason, what is he?” Receiving a snarling growl in reply.

“Well, Fuck you too! You prideful prick.” Snarling at the laughing scoff that echoed out from the shadowy darkness of my subconscious.

The silhouette roared out in laughter, lifting a hefty, poured bourbon to his smirking lips. Noticing the pearly white fangs glistening against the flickering flames as they dripped with the ambered liquid.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you to respect your beast? Well, in your case, your father because he threw away your mother like trash.” Flinching back at the mentioning of my mother.

“She died at birth you overgrown baboon. My father taught me if I wanted anything in life, I had to take it by force or manipulation, and my beast, he has to obey me if he wants any form of freedom.” Sipping my bourbon with a tilted smirk, hearing the growling rumble vibrate from his chest as the tiny shadow squeaked out in frustration.

“Oh, look, a snack.” Licking my lips mockingly as the little silhouette slithered behind his muscular neck.

“You ungrateful little bastard. Your beast is a blessing and a curse, it is what you make of it that makes it a special bond between the human and beast. Yours, however, seems to be refusing to help you.” Halting my slow sip of the satisfying warmth as his muscular build stepped into the flickering light, highlighting the tanned beast with short dark-blonde locks, iron-chiseled facial features, and a body to match his hardened glare.

“Well aren’t we just the ‘Hercules’ and is the rodent the new Pegasus?” Scoffing out a snarky laugh into my bourbon, grinning against the growling snarl that ripped through the shadowy house as a flying furry ball of fury launched through the shadows.

Grappling with the squeaky nuisance as tiny claws and razor-sharp teeth slashed and bit at my face, screaming out in rage as the shattering crash of glass and liquid echoed over the screeching growls and snarling squeaks.

“G-GET IT OFF OF MEEE!” Roaring out as the furry creature latched onto my nose, gripping its tiny body as a goliath fist smashed into my face, knocking me back into the fireplace mantle.

“Thyra, little lady, that’s enough.” Stunned silent as the squeaking fury released my bloody, shredded nose, scurrying back over to the man as he reached down, lifting it up with a chuckling sigh.

“What did you call that ‘thing’?” Growling out in frustration, reaching for something to catch the blood pouring from my sliced lip and gnawed nose. Standing slowly, flinching back as Rason roared in demonic laughter from the shadows.

“Oh, this little lady is Thyra DeLois, your mother.” Growling at the laughter that grew in intensity as the rodent smirked out a giggling squeak.

That thing is not my mother!

“She said to close your mouth, it’s uncouth in mannerism.” Snarling out, pinching my nose closed as the blood dripped down my fingers into a puddle of sticky crimson between my feet.

Why isn’t this healing already?

“Seems like your bear did more than just ignore you.” The beastly man reached over grabbing his drink from the side table as he motioned for me to take a seat.

“You Fucking Bastard Rason.” Shouting at his smug smirk as his toothy grin glistened through the shadowy darkness.

“Takes one to know one, Bain.” Snarling at his mocking tone, sliding into the matching cow-hide chair as the man poured another bourbon, handing it over with a firm nod.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Rocko. Fourth-in-command of Demon Wolf, your worst nightmare. I have come to retrieve you, your bastard father, and that vile ball-less uncle of yours, Titan.” Frowning at his smug smirk setting down his empty glass as he held out his hand to the rodent with a bourbon dipped cookie.

“That thing is not my ‘mother’. She died during my birth.” Rolling my eyes at the hissing squeak as it took the cookie with a whisker kiss to his tight jaw.

“Says the bastard father that took you and Peyton from me, raising you into these ‘monsters’ that prey on innocent souls.” Spitting my bourbon back into my glass, pointing to the rodent with a firm finger.

“It spoke.” Receiving a giggling squeak as it nibbled down on the cookie.

“Yes, she did. There’s more to this story than you know.” Noticing the shadowy silhouettes carrying bound bodies through the hallway as ‘Rocko’ looked over his shoulder, nodding to one of the silhouettes that stopped in the doorway then disappeared quickly with the others.