Chapter 5

"Sera help Pomelia pack her things. Warrior, walk with me," The woman suggested as War looked back to Pomelia. She was now gathering the contents of the first aid kit she threw at him out of fear. Her tears had dried some but she was still shaking...

A loud clear of the throat, had him looking to the source of it. The priestess was near the door, impatiently waiting for him. He took one more look at his mate before following behind the priestess. She was only doing this out of respect for his mate. He didn't want to hear anything the woman had to say. Her opinion didn't matter, Pomelia was his...

"Warrior, Pomelia was a promising novice. She is sweet, kind and understanding. She is walking into a lions and going to your cesspool of a pack. Treat her with the respect she deserves or the goddess will have dire consequences," the woman threatened him, her eyes beginning to glow as she smiled, revealing her teeth.

War could snap her neck...he had the ability to but he didn't want to upset his mate...or draw even more attention to himself. "I am going to treat her right," he said quickly, wishing to end the conversation and go back into the room to just stare at his beautiful mate.

After saying that, he left the woman and entered his mate room again. It seemed as if the two novices just finished an emotional hug. The two were moving away from each other and now focused on packing her items into two small bags.

He stood at the entrance watching her closely. She was still trembling, a little less now but the fear was still there.

"Pomelia, remember mates are the goddess' gift to us. Rejecting one would be a slap in the face to our goddess," the priestess announced to his mate. War was surprised she would say that. She acted as if she hated him yet she said that about him...

Then he watched his mate rush over to the priestess and hug her tightly. The woman cracked a smile, hugging his mate back. "You were a promising novice...you will be a good mate. Do not be afraid to speak your mind and use your words when you are upset, remember that," she smiled cupping his mate's face before kissing her forehead.

A waved of jealousy flared up within him. He knew he should not threatened by the women. She was most likely a mother figure towards his mates...

The scent of pine and blood made him cringe as it suddenly bombarded his sense of smell. The door swung open and his...pack mate and companion, Trent stood in the threshold,breathing harshly and glaring.

"War where the fuck are you? We need to get out of here now. Alpha got into it with some dumb assets," Trent turned his head slightly in interest, staring at the woman with an odd expression."You...do I know you?" He questioned her, as he sauntered over to the irate woman.

"Trent stop," War said quickly, noticing the woman was grabbing something in his hands. Something shiny. The priestess had a knife...

"You take one more step towards me and this throwing knife will be embedded into your flesh. Leave this room, he and his mate will be out in a moment," the woman growled, her words dripping acid.

Trent was frozen in place, it looked as if he had seen a ghost. It wasn't fear making him stay in his place...but something else was bothering him." I said go!"

A snarl ripped from the man's lips, his face immediately in a snare. "I don't know what the fuck is going...Come on War."

He left the room quickly,slamming the door shut with so much force that the wall shook. War looked to the priestess noticing she was shaking still. She seemed exhausted maybe...? Whatever the reason be he needed to leave.

"We have to go now," He told his mate, walking over to her and invading her space, by accident. His legs were long and sometimes he miscalculated his steps. It was a good accident though because he was close to her and being close to her was...nice?

War could hear her heartbeat, it was thumping quickly within her chest. "I'm ready," she told him, not making eye contact again. He took a nice long whiff of her air silently groaning at her scent. His hands reached out brushing over her knuckles and grabbing her bags when she dropped them out of surprise from him touching her gently.

He gave her an awkward smiled, and she quickly looked away hugging her friend one more time. "Priestess Arana, are you okay?" She questioned as the women sunk down in a nearby chair.

"Yes...today's events just fell upon me. I'm fine. Be safe, Pomelia. Keep her safe War," the woman stressed smile as she said her parting words with a more than exhausted look to herself. War momentarily wondered what was going on and instead concerned himself with his mate beside him.

He murmured a thank you to the priestess before heading over to the door and opening it, letting his mate go out first. Attempting at being a gentleman.

"Who the fuck are you?"

War snarled, closing the door and grabbing Pomelia, pulling her closer to him and glaring at Trent. "She's mine," He snarled as the man's eyes widened. Then he laughed.

"This sweet little things is your mate?" Trent questioned a full grin now placed upon his lips. War pressed her deeper into his side, loathing that she whimpered slightly when he did so.

"We have to go. Lead the way," He told Trent as he watched his eyes travel over every feature of his mate. War thought distracting him would make him ignore Pomelia...of course that wasn't possible though. Trent was staring intently at her. He was pretty sure that Trent was attempting to count her damn freckles on her face.

Then he smirked. "Don't look so scared babe. The worse he'll make you do is fuck him. It might be pleasurable depending on-"

Losing all his sense of his cool, war let go his mate and his cool demeanour flew out the window and into Trent's face. The blow to his packmate forced the large in height and width man to stumblya few feet backward. A sickening crack sounded. Trent groaned before his hands went to his face, letting loose a slew of curse words.

His fullname was Warren; but that didn't suit him much. War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent.

"Don't talk to her!" War barked, using his free hand to grab him by the shirt before flinging him into the wall.

Gods, he was furious. How dare he? Use that language in front of his mate...not only the demean War, but to demean her! Trent groaned as he slid down onto the ground, crimson blood dripping freely down his mouth and shirt. War broked his nose, most likely.

"Oh fuck you and your dramatics," he spat, the blood sipping into his mouth splattering onto his shirt below as he hurled insults and curse War's way. Ignoring him, he stepped over his legs and grabbed a terrified Pomelia.

She screamed.

War winced at how loud it was, the scent of her sour fear rolling off of her in waves. She shook her head, placing her hands in front of her as if to shield herself from him. "No, no I'm sorry but I can't. I can't do this. Please let me stay. Please...that was awful what you just did." She gasped as she stumbled back, before losing her footing.

"Shit," he gasped before dropping her bags and catching her. War had never felt responsible for someone wellbeing. Only felt responsible to keep doing his job to the Alpha...

Now he did have a purpose. Making this freakles splattered, beautiful, curly haired mate like him and to keep her safe.