Chapter 4: A mother and it's baby

Liam's POV

Zeus took full control of me, transforming and taking off into the woods. I spotted Trent's wolf enclosing on the fawn. Just as his jaw began to clamp down on flesh, the fawn dropped, and I collided with Trent's wolf, rolling us thirty to forty feet away from the fawn. 

Trent rolled onto his paws, jumping up with confusion and anger. He charged me, snarling and pooling drool under him. I swiftly ducked his attack, and countered by sinking my jaw into his neck and slamming him to the ground. 

I let my Royal Command flow through me, pinning him in place. He whimpered in submission. He has never seen the wolves around here, so he doesn't know it is me. But he can feel the Alpha in me is stronger than the Alpha in him, and he has no choice but to submit. 

I released him and stepped back, putting myself between him and the fawn, and sent a warning snarl in his direction. A clear command to leave the fawn alone. Leave. Trent scrambled backwards in a constant bow as he tucked tail. He turned and ran back towards the castle. 

I walked over to the fawn to check on it. I could hear it's little heart beating rapidly, but beating nonetheless. Zeus gently rubbed his snout along the fawns, conveying the message of safety. Aurora's sweet vanilla and orchid scent still lingered on the tiny creature. 

Zeus rubbed his snout across the fawn a few more times until it's little heart beat slowed closer to normal. A snap in the twigs had me looking up quickly. 

It's mother. Thank the goddess. 

I slowly backed away from her baby and then bowed to show her respect. The doe cautiously tip-toed towards it's young. Sniffing the fawn to make sure it was okay. The baby stood up and walked with it's mother. 

Inner me smiled. I did it. I saved the baby. 

I took my leave and made my way back to the dining hall. I made sure my entrace went unnoticed, as I slipped into my seat. My eyes found Silver Ridge's table to my precious little mate, who stared at her plate with tears still streaming down her face. 

'I saved it, princess', Zeus and I, desperately wanted her to hear us. 'I saved it'. 

Aurora looked up with furrowed eyebrows as her gaze locked on mine. I tilted my head. 'Can you hear me, princess?", I tested it. Her eyes grew wide, her lips parted, and her cheeks blushed. Yes, she can hear me. 'The baby is safe', I said. 'So, please eat', I told her. 

She placed her hand to her heart and took a few breaths before she picked up her fork. 

I'm curious on how she heard me though. Yes, she is my mate, but she does not have a wolf, that's how mates communicate telepathically, or even within the pack. 

'We couldn't hear her though', Zeus added to my thoughts. He's right. Her eyes conveyed she wanted to speak. 

"Thank you all for joinging us for our ceremonial Worthy Wars", my father announced, standing to get everyone's attention. "This evening will be the preambular ball. In the morning our future Alphas will start training for the first test at the end of the week", he explained. 

I stared at Aurora, who kept fidgetting in her seat. 'Something's wrong', Zeus growled. I looked over her body language. She sat on the far edge of her seat, away from Trent and closer to her father. I know it's her father, I heard what he said to her, and I can smell their bloodline. 

Aurora said something to her father. He scowled before reluctantly nodding. She stood and left the room. 

"Where have you been?", my father's voice breaks my concentration. "I had some business to attend to", I cleared my throat as I peered over at him. "Well you smell like the forest", he uttered, wrinkling her nose. 

A few moments passed and Aurora returned to her seat, getting my full attention, once again. I can't get enough of her in that white little sundress, that showed off her thick curves. 

Trent leaned over and whispered something in her ear, making her cower away. My nose flared with anger, wondering why that little bitch had a thing for taunting my mate. I'll make sure that fucker dies during these wars.