Dorian's Point of View
It was the third pack I searched, looking for her. As I packed up my things to leave the pack and head to the nearest pack, the alpha's daughter came in.
I had stayed in the crest filled pack for a week and it seemed that the alpha's only daughter had taken a particular liking to me. I did not encourage this of course.
She did not stop even though I told her the main purpose of my being there was to look for my mate who was is missing.
She had not relented, always throwing sultry looks and randomly touching me. It was all uncomfortable for me, but I felt there was no harm done as long as I did not reciprocate. After all, the crest filled pack was a very powerful pack, and making an enemy of the pack would be a disastrous thing to do.
That was until she came into my room in only a robe.
As I heard the door open, I immediately turned around. No one had ever walked into the room, especially without knocking. The alpha had graciously given me enough of my space and time to keep to myself and conduct the search effectively.
When I saw her, my breath slowed down. At least she was not a threat.
She waved shyly, her hair bouncing as she did. She walked up to me, taking her time, foot before foot until she reached where I stood.
" You are leaving so soon? That's a bit sad honestly" she purred, lying on the bed. I tried to ignore her in the most polite way possible, avoiding eye contact and stuffing my bags even faster.
" What's the hurry? Come on, come lie down here and tell me all about it" she said, patting the space next to her on the bed.
My wolf growled in my head. How could she be so shameless? Did she not care about finding her own mate? I shoved my anger and unanswered questions down, focusing instead on getting out of there as fast as I could.
When she noticed I had no plan on coming close to her, she got up, hugging me from behind.
I froze. I did not like this one bit. Amelia is probably cold and scared out of her mind, but here I am, in the company of another woman. The guilt was eating away at my soul and I began to feel like the air was suffocating me the longer I stayed in her grasp.
I pulled her hands off me forcefully.
" Please, restrain yourself. I told you I have a mate. The least you can do is respect her and let me go on my search peacefully. Why are you doing this?" I asked, trying to talk reason into her.
Her expression did not change, like every word I was saying went into one ear and exited the other.
" Well, you can always have a bit of fun. She is not here Dorian..I really like you and I know you don't want anything permanent, and that's cool by me. I just want to have a taste of you" she said, her hands were on my chest now, making gentle circular motions.
My wolf was pissed at me, urging me to grab her by the hair and tear her limb for limb. Anyone who would hinder his search was considered the enemy. But I still had more reason than him. It was better to just talk to her and make her understand.
" I don't want to. Please respect my decision, you are a very beautiful girl and I'm sure your mate is out there somewhere " I said to her, pulling away her hands like it was made of fire that burned my skin.
As I did this, I saw her express finally change to a scowl.
" I don't know why you keep going on about this mate of yours. All week and you can't even see how head over heels I am over you, your mate is probably dead anyways, and the sooner you accept that, the better" she said, her words ringing around the room and haunting me.
I could not hold my wolf back any longer after she said that. He came to the surface, grabbing her neck and slamming her body into the wall.
I tried to rein him in back but a small part of me wanted him to harm her, or at least scare her out of her wits in such a manner that she would never even look at me should I ever come back to this pack for whatsoever reasons.
And my wolf did just that. She looked surprised, but most of all scared. His claws were out now, digging into the sides of her neck as he pressed down.
" Don't you ever say that. My mate is alive and well and I would get her back. And I won't have any one like you stand in the way of me getting her back." He growled in her face, his eyes deadly.
She whimpered, eyes closed in fear as she waited for the inevitable death that was to come.
" I would have killed you, but my human seems to care about what the alpha of this pack sees him as. Now I will release you, and the goddess help you if any soul hears about what happened in this room. You went for a run and got scratched by some trees. What did I say?" He asked. I was enjoying this, this violent side of him.
She whimpered again, trying to form sentences as tears dropped from her eyes.
" I went for a run in the woods and got scratched by some trees" she repeated, voice filled with fear. I'm
Finally, I took control of my body back. I had a smug smile on my face, seeing her face was so worth it all. It felt nice to teach her a lesson.
She ran out, crying and brawling her eyes out.
I picked up my bags and made to leave the room.
I had no particular pack in mind, but I knew that I would start with the nearest pack around the crest-filled pack.
As I exited the room, heading towards where my car was packed, I could see the alpha examining his daughter's neck as he questioned her.
She made eye contact with me and froze. I could hear what she said next.
" It's nothing serious, I promise. just went for a run in the woods and got scratched by some trees" she replied.
I nodded in agreement. That was what I expected and i moved to continue my search.
"If I stir one thread, I risk the entire cloth. I risk an unknown decision in the world, unlooked-for disasters, unlooked-for tragedies, a chain reaction with ghastly and far-reaching effects. I can change one thing, but in changing it, I may damn thousands more to suffering and death." He looked at the tapestry, at the pattern of cause and effect, at the balance of fate. "Every moment, every choice, is a strand of it, all woven into the fabric of the larger tapestry. To meddle with one thread is to risk unraveling the whole tapestry. “My history, my experience, all the hurt that I've endured, all the lessons that I've learned, they've hardened me into who I am. They've hardened my choices, my better traits, my strength, my compassion. I can't rip them out and remove myself. I can’t unravel the very thing that makes me me." Silence, the sole soft buzz of the loom, the disconnected click of the Goddess's fingers on the loom. And the loom exploded into light, soft, otherworldly light
Kali’s POVI waited patiently in front of the portal, the ritual I had offered to the Moon Goddess should have made the journey easier and smoother. The basket of food I had made remained on the ground untouched.Soon there was a sound that imitated that of a waterfall and Dorian appeared in front of me with the Moon Fang in his heard.He wanted to utter some words but stopped when he realized he couldn’t, he took a step towards me and fell flat on his face.“Don’t move. Just eat this” I said, handing him food from the basket. He looked at me in confusion before he slowly started eating.“To answer your unanswered question, you’re coming from a supernatural place. Your mortal body can only take so much. You need to eat to replenish your energy- and if you remember correctly, you weren’t able to move until the Moon Goddess told you to”He stuttered before being able to pronounce his words right. “I thought that was because of fear.”“No, your mortal body needed to be given a push from
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Dorian watched, his own heart constricting in compassion and pity. This is the test. This is the "sharing" that the Goddess meant when she had spoken of "sharing." There was nothing whatsoever to do with the food here, but rather with the sharing, the reaching out beyond self for others in need. He rolled around, he bellowed at them with his parched-throat, "Come here." "There is food," he croaked in that voice, so off into the alley. They retreated though, in sore eyes, an incredulous disgust born of endless disappointment. People had promised them food before; but it turned out to be empty promises born out of soul-racking disdain for their kind. "Lies" wheezed the old man, the rough rasping breath, the broken voice of one who had lost all his hopes many moons ago. "There is nothing for us." He repeated. Dorian’s head shook, solemn eyes imploring. "Come," he urged. "You will see." They ascended step by agonized step, their bodies weak from hunger. From the alleyway and into th
Dorian's boots scraped along the pearlescent surface at best, the ground looking infinitely smooth. He was walking on solid moonlight, as much as anything was. Some weightless ground that offered not even the slightest foot hold to him. He had never been too afraid to attempt a trial before, but this time was different.The Goddess stood before him, shifting forms, showing off eternity and intimidating magic. One minute she was a lovely woman that could be seen, her beauty desolate beneath the burden of centuries gone and her eyes blazing silver like the fury of the beast; the next she was a great presence, felt and not seen but nevertheless there.This eternal back-and-forth motion between the seen and the unseen was most likely the world’s secret, the union of heaven and the earth. Those eyes, those two fountains of luminous silver, captivated Dorian, but rather than make him feel at ease, he felt intimidated, a bit frightened even."You want the Moon Fang, and you’ve come all this