The Alpha’s Desire 5(24)
After a few more deep breaths, I began to see through Josh’s eyes. Their plan played out in what amounted to utter confusion in the trees, bodies moving every which way like dancing shadows around the paths shrouded with foliage and nightfall. Vampires and wolves appeared to leap around each other, free form, no choreographing, in a poorly orchestrated bump and grind to do nothing more than play a game of cat and mouse.
Where he was, probably only a mile away, no one fought except two wolves who wrestled only to have the royal werewolf throw the true werewolf off and join back in the chase immediately after. At least no blood had been shed. For that I found relief, a subtle trickling of relaxation throughout my weary body. It was as if I’d been hit by a truck and the heavy pain meds were finally kicking in. I needed others to get through this.
Nothing like a good murder to make one so selfish, I thought bitterly, berating myself yet again, my urge for anger-laced remorse picking out anything it could get its claws into to make me feel worse.
The sensation didn’t last long though, as in my mind I watched as Josh came upon the cabin, probably checking up on me and the whole situation to see what he should do next. I saw the blur of the tree trunks as he rushed through them while he rounded the place, taking in the scene. He had another wolf several paces behind, the smell of him the only clue. The hole in the wall that looked into a living room in shambles popped into my mind, seeing it all again through his eyes this time. It didn’t make it any better, not time or distance, nor my displacement from the situation currently. The porch strewn with pieces of furniture, discarded food and broken glass, among other undistinguishable wreckage looked more like a tornado had hit the place while miraculously leaving most of the main structure standing.
Once he actually stopped, in a defensive maneuver to be able to attack anything that came at him, he moved to the side, positioning himself as close as he could to the house. He looked toward the true werewolves that came after him along with the vampires and other Royal werewolves who stopped short around the cabin, each of them positioning themselves in some sort of semi-circle around the front of the place. I could only assume that the scent of spilled blood had caused such a strange occurrence. Wolves knew by scent the state of their prey, alive, dying or dead. Each probably paused to see who that blood belonged to, and how bad the carnage was.
When the rest of the groups got to the clearing in front of the cabin, they came to a dead stop as well. One would have sworn a bell had been rung calling them there, but then I remembered how wolves used scent to track their prey, so Daniel’s spilled blood would have called them all, true or Royal werewolves, to the house.
Funny, I thought though not in a laughing sort of way, how a crisis can make one’s thoughts crazy, make you go through simple facts as if they were new knowledge.
I shook my head at myself as much as at the situation unfolding by the cabin. I held my breath watching the two lines across from each other form, yet rather than fight they stared at Daniel’s body on the ground. My stomach tightened up even more if possible, coiled at having to actually see his body again.
In his human form now with his neck broken, head to the side at an odd angle, Daniel appeared a sad little broken man, so far from the image of the psychotic, deranged, monster alpha in the black suit who had terrorized me for so long. I couldn’t reconcile the two Daniels, which only incited my guilt further at being the one who had placed that dead person upon the ground. I’d had a part in creating this horror story scene of blood and gore, and like watching a scary movie, now I tensed to see what would happen next. I couldn’t imagine who would make a move first, or what that would be. The balance of power out there still didn’t sit in my group’s favor. Daniel’s true werewolves outnumbered both the Royal werewolves and the vampires.
Call it wishful and hopeful thinking, but I played out a positive scenario in my mind, willed it into being praying to whatever powers that be that I could use my magic to do something, incite some action that would bring about a happy ever after resolution. When I wrote this and all the other events of my life over the past seven months as a story I wanted that fairy tale ending. Besides, I was more than ready now for the book to be done, right this minute. No more issues, no more fear, no more death beyond all else. Wrap it all up in one nice, fast ending. I wanted more than anything to have that and then fly off into the sunset, back to my too-good-to-be-true secret island with the man I loved.