shaking as he looked at those large paws. Such destruction he was capable of and yet it should be his choice on what path those hands took. I said nothing to his call, I felt nothing behind my wall of bricks - built on solid foundations of mistrust and too much dirt constantly flung my way. In the light of a broken soul connection, I was done with the Alpha that couldn't see past his own buried demons. "No. From now on you'll answer my questions, you'll give us the help we came here for and then you'll leave me the fuck alone."
Conall sprinted past me at the end of my sentence, he flew at Lane and aimed a punch without holding back that landed true on the blond's face. Lane made no attempt to block the hit and not once returned a swing. The Irishman landed a few more as the Alpha grunted with each strike.
"What the feck, Lane?"
Ty melted behind me, a swift and silent move that always surprised me in it's quietness. I grabbed his arm when I saw a worrying amount of malevolence on his granite face, he no doubt felt a need to join in on Conall's party but I refused to have any more reason to hate the Alpha - he'd done enough damage.
Conall's heavy breathing shot his words from his mouth, "get your shite together, yer aren't a young boy any more."
Lane's grey eyes locked on Conalls, a haunted expression paling his face. "I thought..."
Conall interrupted, "Yeah I know what yer thought. Like I said, get it together."
"Hey, Irish." Ty called from beside me as I stared at the ground rubbing the redness left behind from Lane's grip. It would be fine in minutes, my healing ability exceeding that of a normal wolf, but it was the act that hurt more than any marks left behind. "How about we grab a drink? Sure Sash could use one right now."
He slid green eyes my way and smiled, "come on, pirate. I'll tell yer some stories while we get shite-faced."
I nodded and took a deep breath, I appreciated the two men beside me, a little bit of backup on my way through the hostility of pack females. I left the Alpha staring after me, that haunted expression never leaving his face. His chance dashed beneath feet that slaughtered, hope cracked around hands that destroyed.
My soul soured, putrefied in it's rotten ruin. In the aftermath I fell back on the same path that comforted, one filled with pillows of vengeance and a hard mattress of validation.
I'd be more than this broken bond and I'd find my salvation in something other than destiny.
Chapter 13
"He wasn't tinking quite right yer know."
No, I didn't think he was. Thing is, it didn't really matter. If there was one person almost guaranteed not to hurt you - it should be the man tied to your soul. I'd had enough of hurt, enough of the people who saw evil simply on the basis of different and enough of feeling second class to a species who saw themselves as the top of the food chain. I'd spent a long time resenting both parts of me. The wolf for not being sufficient and the feeder for even existing.
"Isn't so much about yer, more about his own childhood. I know he deserves a beatin' and I'm sure you'll give dat tae him just, let him explain his own reasons. Can yer do dat?"
Probably not. I'd listen to his explanation I suppose, but I can't imagine what would make a man ignore his instincts enough to hurt his mate, and how often do you forgive that? would it become some self destructive cycle that would end up with him taking his female down with him? I don't think I'm built to stick around for such doom, I'm more of a self serving individual - well, I suppose duel serving if you included Ty. This is how I was born and nurtured, a single soul bursting into light to a world full of addiction and neglect. You learn quickly how to fend for yourself and you learn quickly how to put yourself before others, survival is a selfish game and
Conall sprinted past me at the end of my sentence, he flew at Lane and aimed a punch without holding back that landed true on the blond's face. Lane made no attempt to block the hit and not once returned a swing. The Irishman landed a few more as the Alpha grunted with each strike.
"What the feck, Lane?"
Ty melted behind me, a swift and silent move that always surprised me in it's quietness. I grabbed his arm when I saw a worrying amount of malevolence on his granite face, he no doubt felt a need to join in on Conall's party but I refused to have any more reason to hate the Alpha - he'd done enough damage.
Conall's heavy breathing shot his words from his mouth, "get your shite together, yer aren't a young boy any more."
Lane's grey eyes locked on Conalls, a haunted expression paling his face. "I thought..."
Conall interrupted, "Yeah I know what yer thought. Like I said, get it together."
"Hey, Irish." Ty called from beside me as I stared at the ground rubbing the redness left behind from Lane's grip. It would be fine in minutes, my healing ability exceeding that of a normal wolf, but it was the act that hurt more than any marks left behind. "How about we grab a drink? Sure Sash could use one right now."
He slid green eyes my way and smiled, "come on, pirate. I'll tell yer some stories while we get shite-faced."
I nodded and took a deep breath, I appreciated the two men beside me, a little bit of backup on my way through the hostility of pack females. I left the Alpha staring after me, that haunted expression never leaving his face. His chance dashed beneath feet that slaughtered, hope cracked around hands that destroyed.
My soul soured, putrefied in it's rotten ruin. In the aftermath I fell back on the same path that comforted, one filled with pillows of vengeance and a hard mattress of validation.
I'd be more than this broken bond and I'd find my salvation in something other than destiny.
Chapter 13
"He wasn't tinking quite right yer know."
No, I didn't think he was. Thing is, it didn't really matter. If there was one person almost guaranteed not to hurt you - it should be the man tied to your soul. I'd had enough of hurt, enough of the people who saw evil simply on the basis of different and enough of feeling second class to a species who saw themselves as the top of the food chain. I'd spent a long time resenting both parts of me. The wolf for not being sufficient and the feeder for even existing.
"Isn't so much about yer, more about his own childhood. I know he deserves a beatin' and I'm sure you'll give dat tae him just, let him explain his own reasons. Can yer do dat?"
Probably not. I'd listen to his explanation I suppose, but I can't imagine what would make a man ignore his instincts enough to hurt his mate, and how often do you forgive that? would it become some self destructive cycle that would end up with him taking his female down with him? I don't think I'm built to stick around for such doom, I'm more of a self serving individual - well, I suppose duel serving if you included Ty. This is how I was born and nurtured, a single soul bursting into light to a world full of addiction and neglect. You learn quickly how to fend for yourself and you learn quickly how to put yourself before others, survival is a selfish game and
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