PHOBOS KING OF BEASTS CH 39: Howl of Loss (Patreon)

"What about this one?" I excitedly rush towards the backdoor and twirl around in the delicate rose pink gown whilst tensely anticipating his reply.

My male plunges the razor-sharp axe into the tree stump and does a thorough scan of my flesh from head to toe with narrowed keen eyes. "I can see the outline of your perky nipples, Drahá." 

"You can?" I ask surprisedly peering down at my chest with a low frown lying amid my brows. I did not notice it when I studied myself in the mirror but then again nothing ever passes through those sharp eyes of his that discerns even the tiniest of detail.

"You know I am not the one to control your dressing, I will not tell you what to wear and what not to. But your breasts should be meant only for my eyes don't you think?" He asks hoarding the logs in a neat pile next to his feet, he has been making firewood from hewing the fallen trees to light up and warm the pack tonight after all the day of the celebration has finally arrived. 

"It is not my breasts that you can see but merely the frame of my nipples. It is not a big problem. The females of our pack dress more...openly this is nothing." 

Darkening blues rise up to clash with my own a stern look he gives me but no words escape his mouth. "I really wish to wear this dress, it would make me appear as a proper Luna at your side." I had already changed into several dresses showing him each piece so he could help me select which one would suit me best for the event. But among all, I prefer this the most for it compliments my figure.

"Come." He commands with a dominant tone that never fails to instantly moisten my cunt. I timidly saunter towards his heat taking slow cautious steps and when I am near enough he hauls me more closer to him in one firm tug. His ardent fingertips graze my uncovered shoulders and brush over the fragile straps that keep my attire from falling. 

Phobos's wicked palms then glide down my sides over the thin satin to grip my curvy waist and I gasp placing my jerky hands over his bare muscular chest. I examine his healing tattoo, Vůdce had made it look even more artistic and it looks marvellous on him. A symbol of his love for me. 

"Do you not like it?" I ask softly appreciating the steady beats of his heart that speaks to me through vibrations from beneath my palms.

His eyes are anchored on the upper swell of my breasts and he does not seem pleased. Without another word, he simply bends down and encloses his lips around my areola to suck brutally on my right nipple over the flimsy material and I cry out with pleasure my eyes broadening by his unforeseen filthy antics. "Phobos," I whimper heatedly forcing my longing breast further into his devouring mouth and quake as I sense his sinful tongue savouring my erect nipple from outside. 

My arms instinctively bind around his neck and I mewl in delight my toes curling inward when he shares his love to my left teat. His naughty canines bite and chew into my nipple and I tug him to me by his neck so that our cores encounter the other so that I can grind myself against his cock and seek release. It is always instantaneous with him the way I succumb to his wickedness, the way my pussy painfully throbs and aches pleading him to replenish my wet walls.

"Will you have me here?" I ask breathlessly panting into his ear my excited eyes browsing our surroundings. He can simply hoist me up over this tree trunk to fuck me and I will let him. When he does not answer me and makes no move to get into position my need and horniness consumes both my mind and body. He has ignited a raging fire within me that only he can kill.

I grip his wrist and force him down towards my cunt, I am not wearing anything underneath and he would meet my leaking pussy as soon as he enters through the barrier of my dress. "Phobos," I whine unashamedly when he refuses to meet my demand and fights against my hold. 

With one concluding erotic lick of my nipple, he lets me go gently pushing me away rearward and I stare at him frustrated yet my breasts still possess the entirety of his attention. "Look down at yourself." He utters his voice low and throaty a hint of displeasure lingering in his sonorous voice.

I peer down at myself my cheeks flaring when I notice the two drenched spots over the dress right above my teats. What does he want me to see?

"Look how clearly your nipples protruding through your dress can be seen. Even the slightest breeze that grazes your bare flesh will awaken them. If I can see it well so will the other males." 

"B-But this is because you-"

"I what?" He takes a step forward the tips of his lips tilting upward with an imperceptible hint of a teasing smirk and I take a faltering step backwards.

"You made me aroused," I murmur with crimsoning cheeks.

"I simply wanted to test my thoughts and it proved to be true. The dress you are wearing does not cover much but because you want to wear it today for the celebration let us make a deal."

"What deal?" I ask as he sweeps the pad of this thumb against my puffed ravaged teat and I stiffen under his touch. This unbelievable immobilizing power he has over me shall surely be the reason behind my downfall. 

"I will permit you to wear this if you wear an outer jacket, something to cover your legs and definitely a bra." He rasps his eyes dilating as he does another sensual scan of my dress, he likes it indeed but not in a way that he wants to share with others how I look in it. "But with me wear this dress again and I will enjoy it in another way. In a more pleasureful way." 

I exhale slowly the rhythms of my heart quickening to his smutty promise. "But I would look utterly ridiculous if I wear this dress that way. A coat will take away its beauty, if I were to wear pants or a skirt beneath that would make other females laugh at me. But I shall wear a bra though it would feel uncomfortable." My breasts feel so heavy and sore these days and wearing a bra irritates them, perhaps it is a sign that my next heat cycle is coming. Phobos considers my words for a few seconds as though he is working to understand my perspective.

"All right. I understand, you can do as you please then."

"Really?" I ask shocked that he backed down that easily. This male always gets his way from me just like I do from him but I did not expect him to not fight me more on this until I yielded to his wishes. He speechlessly moves back to the axe and picks up a log positioning it at the centre of the tree stump to slice it into two identical halves. 

"Yes. I will just annihilate any male who dares to look at you the wrong way. It is not up to females to dress more covered rather it is the males who need to know the meaning of respect and keep their eyes and their cocks to themselves." He grunts gruffly as he raises the axe and chops down the large stump in one fluid stroke. It wobbles for a few seconds reacting to his vigour and bursts into two halves slumping down on either side.

His words have me freeze in my spot and shiver, he will abide by this and will kill any male with no reluctance if he feels there is vulgarity radiating from the wolf when he looks at me. I do not want to be the reason behind it, I do not want blood on my hands again. Sighing I decide that I will indeed wear a bra as well as a baggy outercoat to cover my arms, my exposed back and shoulders. It is still winter indeed but it is not that chilly here these days the snow and freezing weather has passed over the preceding few months. 

"Did you like how I decorated the place? And also the way I set up the tents?"

"Yes, I had a proper look at our lands early in the morning today. I liked it Theia." I smile brightly at his truth, I am glad he approves of it. I wanted him to be pleased with the way I carried out my duties as the Luna. In a way, I am still that pup running after the juvenile Phobos seeking his attention and his recognition of my potential.

"The pups' paintings are drying I will put them up with Moira soon." Phobos groans with disapproval as soon as he hears the words. This has never been done before and he worries this will make him look weak and carefree for how the pack will look tonight would be a direct reflection of his position as Alpha.

"Perhaps I need to dress like a clown before everyone arrives so I can show them around the circus which is our home." I giggle at what he says and he stifles a laugh grinning at me with amusement. 

"You liked the decorations they made you will embrace their artwork, I am sure of it. It will bring a warm homely ambience to our lands."

"Your word is my law, my moonlight." I once more smile lovingly at him with gratefulness for he has been passive and understanding with the changes I have made around here for the sake of the celebration. He has always been unrelenting and strict with his ways but for me, he gives way even if it means that he does not agree with certain of my ideas or plans. He trusts me.

"We do not need any more firewood Phobos. This is more than adequate for tonight and you need to get ready. We merely have an hour left until the first wolves arrive." 

"You must be thrilled. Your brother is coming." He says whilst he finishes up with his task paying heed to what I informed him.

"I am! I hope he finds his female here. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" I ask bouncing on the soles of my feet as my sweaty panting male proceeds to walk towards the door right where I am standing. He bends down on the way inside to plant an affectionate kiss on my temple and continues on his path.

"Of course my freesia." I close the backdoor behind us and follow him into our room as he grabs a towel from one of the drawers. "I will take a quick shower and after I will have to distribute the firewood to our wolves so they can burn them in the allocated sites."

"And what will you be wearing?" I ask with interest.

"I had planned to wear a loincloth as it is my pride and our traditional outfit. But then again my female desires to wear a dress and it would be awkward if I wore a loincloth and stood at her side. So I will wear a shirt and pants to balance her appearance." 

"I apologize I just was not comfortable with what the females are wearing. It will take me some more time to accustom to that part of our customs."

"Do not apologize to me, I stand with you on your side no matter what. You are not from here and you will learn to fully assimilate in time." He states his eyes clouding with lust as he glimpses at my pale quivering legs that are accentuated by the frill of my dress. I know that look it is one of a burgeoning appetite in his belly if we had a little more time I would already be stripped and writhing beneath him with his humungous cock rammed deep in my pussy.

"Thank you."

"And remember what I told you? You will come to me before we open our gates." He gnarls observing keenly as one of the dress straps slumps down my shoulder to expose more of my upper breasts to the beast. 

"Yes, I will come to you." I blush heavily glancing away unable to meet those stormy ravenous eyes of his. With a terse nod, he enters the bathroom shutting the door behind him. As the sound of gushing water reaches my ears I let out a breath of unhindered anticipation.

Phobos had told me to go to him before the wolves start arriving for he will saturate my flesh with his scent. There are a lot of new wolves coming today who have never visited before and most of them do not know I am his female. As a precautionary measure, he will make sure his scent is stuck to my skin at least for the first few hours so when wolves take in my scent for the first time they will know whom exactly I belong to as they will smell him all over me.

"Luna." Moira greets me with a low bow of respect as I stride into the open grounds where she is awaiting my presence. 

"Look at these beautiful paintings I am certain our guests for tonight will love them," I utter whilst picking up a cute artwork done by one of the pups my thumb swiping against the dry canvas. Purchasing these and that too in large numbers are very expensive but Phobos still orders them in the trade for the little ones no matter how much it costs. After all, we pay with pearls and we face no shortage of that here. 

"I am a little apprehensive. Some of the Alphas are like Phobos they wouldn't like to see such things and might mock him and us." I stiffen when I hear the way she calls my male. As her Luna, I must order her to not call him by his name but his title for at the end of the day she is under our rule and command. But they shared a close bond since they were juveniles it would be wrong of me to interfere in their relationship. 

I do not like it, of course, I am possessive of him just like he is of me. Only I wish to call him by his name but if I told her that it would be immature of me. Moira is a good female she is loyal and trustworthy the only wolf who truly accepted me when I first set foot on these lands. I do not want our friendship to turn unpleasant just because of a small thing.

"Do not worry. They all have families of their own, even if they are unfeeling Alphas they are also fathers. They will like it." I smile up at her and she returns the expression. 

I step up on an unsteady stool that Moira clutches tightly onto and work to hook one of the pieces onto the tree over the nail that has been bashed into the bark. When I had discussed my idea of presenting what the pups made to our guests and suggested it to Phobos I did not know where to hang them so he made some of his warriors' hammer nails into the trees so that way we could easily display them. An unrestrained smile paints my face as I think about him, he is always prioritizing me over anything else and it brings forth a sense of delight I cannot describe.

"A little more to the right." She murmurs and I gradually tilt the canvas to the right. "Yes, that is perfect, Luna." 

Stepping down from the stool I hold onto the next piece that Moira hands me. "And whose is this?"

"Argus." She chortles with a shake of her head. 

"He is really good," I utter with amazement as I study his work. He is the best among the rest the way he has painted with perfection, not even a single drop of colour has escaped the outline of the sketch. "He wields the brush well." 

"He has always been artistic but after you came and made the pups dive more into art it is all he does in his free time. He has more supplies than the rest Phobos made sure to purchase more for him." 

"What?" I ask. I know how much Argus means to my male and his doing is acceptable. But if the other pups find out it would bring about trouble for the little one. Envy never works well in peer groups. 

"He said that Argus holds the same light you harbour when you draw or paint." I swallow with a twinge of uneasiness at her truth. Phobos told her that? I thought it was something about me that was meant to be treasured only between us. Or did he say this because he wanted to encourage Argus?

"Your male has talent much more than I held at his age. You should support him to grow further, Moira." Her smile vanishes from her face and is immediately replaced with unhappiness. 

"If it was up to me, I would guide him towards the path of builders. He could make houses for the wolves as our pack keeps growing but he is stubborn. He wants to be like his father. He wants to be Phobos's top warrior and that terrifies me."

"Why?"

"I lost my mate in a war he died protecting Phobos. I cannot lose Argus he is all I have. Countless times I have tried to make sure he witnessed no brutality no death or gore but these things are buried deep in our roots. And all these violent things he has grown accustomed to with each passing year. I do not want him to go the same route as his father."

"Have you spoken to him about this?"

"It is too late he has made up his mind and I cannot do anything now for Phobos has set his claim on him as the next potential heir." There is an inaudible hitch of my breath to her words and I freeze in my spot my eyes still glued to the piece but my ears are perked up and on high alert. I had shied away from speaking to Moira on this matter I could not do so. Rather I did not want to. 

"And it does not please you." A statement echoes from my lips. A question disguised as a comment. I wonder if she can sense my tension...my discomfort.

"Yes. Not even a bit, a warrior maybe I could live with that. But the next Alpha? Never. Argus is not born of Alpha blood he would not survive. But Phobos has given me no choice I must submit to his order for after all it is for the sake of our pack." She sighs and the excitement I held for tonight is quick to suffocate and die as a cloud of darkness takes control of my heart. 

"And what would you do after he becomes Alpha? You are still very young, would you search for another mateless male to become his?" 

"I do not think I can ever fall in love again." She whispers her eyes welling up with uncontrollable tears as she gazes up into the sky.

"Is it because the memories of your mate still haunt you?" 

"Most times yes. But I am afraid to fall in love with another I want to protect my heart."

"You would rather be alone?" I ask feeling unsettled as the grief she holds the loneliness that shackles her reflects the juvenile me.

"I find that being alone is much better than losing someone." She utters and I cannot help but agree with her. Sometimes along the journey of life, I am sure most have at least once felt this to be true.

Once Moira and I finished putting up the pups paintings all over the pack I took a swift look over the grounds and decorations and made sure all was set and ready. The young females were in their tents preparing themselves for the traditional dance and the warriors had assembled at the main gates. Our pack wolves were seated in their designated spots they are not allowed to greet the Alpha and Lunas at the gates only Phobos and I would. We would then guide them inside to the main event where the tents are placed and from there the formal introductions would take place. 

"We have a few minutes left, I will head in and get ready with Phobos. Make sure to enjoy the celebration and keep Argus by your side." 

"Of course, Luna."

"Also you would look beautiful if you put your hair up. Why is it that you always have it down? It shields your features." She swallows tensely to my words and gives me a shake of her head in denial. 

"I just prefer having it down," Moira replies with concern which brings forth confusion within me yet I only give her a nod of understanding in return.

Climbing up the stairs that lead inside to my home I seal the door noiselessly behind me.  "Phobos?" I call out to him bewildered by the gloominess of the cottage for all the lights have been switched off. An eerie silence has enveloped the place except for the soothing ticking of the clock hung up on the opposite wall. Has he already left for the gates? But he wouldn't do so without taking me with him. 

Advancing further into the living room I scour the place hunting for him my eyes accustoming to the lack of light. We do not have much time we must hurry it would look bad of us if we are late to greet the guests. That is not appropriate host behaviour as my mother would often say. 

Two large muscular arms enclose around my waist squeezing me in a crushing grip from behind whilst yanking me to a warm firm chest and I let out a high-pitched squeal of surprise. "You are late, Drahá." He grumbles into my ear with a reprimanding tone his fiery breath that brushes against my cheek has me tremor in his arms which boosts the heat of my flesh. 

"I was occupied with the final preparations," I pant a muffled needy whine leaving my mouth as his flaming palms skim down my abdomen to settle over my sopping cunt. 

"I told you that I needed to mark you with my scent." He gnarls filled with a passionate desire to ravage as his fingers plunge underneath my soaking panties and graze over my swelling up clit.

"Phobos we cannot do this now. We must leave, you can mark me later on." I wheeze out unable to stand still on my feet my knees buckling as an abrupt weakness descends upon me. 

"You are so wet, Theia. Is it because it is dark and you cannot see me? Or is it because you are aware there is a high chance that I will fuck you right here against the door to make sure you smell of me?" He moans avidly into my ear and I gasp as he gathers and smears my trickling fluid all over my pussy lips and clit.

"We do not have time." 

"Time bends to my will, I will make time if I need to." He growls snacking on the frail surface of my neck his tongue brazenly sampling my supple skin. 

"Today is the first time I will address our guests as Luna. You have to let me be presentable." I plead meekly. If he chooses to have his way with me right now I am sure this dress will be ripped into tiny pieces, my hair will be dishevelled, my lips red and swollen and my flesh will be littered with numerous lovebites. It will be apparent and everyone would come to recognise that Phobos had fucked me just a few minutes before. 

My male sighs with resignation for he comprehends how agitated I had been for tonight. How hard I had worked to make sure all goes well. I sharply detect the sound of him spitting out his saliva and I cry out in bliss when he shoves his long lean fingers into my cunt and makes sure to spread what he spat out all over my tight inner walls. "This will do, it will keep my scent in you at least for some time."

I boldly grind against his fingers my walls sucking in his digits deep and he groans huskily as though he is undergoing lethal torture. "I want to be inside you, Theia." He grunts as his wild eager cock jabs against the plump cheeks of my ass. "This dress is torturing me." 

"I will serve you tonight." I mewl as he gently extracts his slippery fingers from my greedy cunt. It too urges to be stretched out and fed by him. As his hold on me slackens I shift around in his arms to stand on my tiptoes and smash my lips against his taking his mouth in a rough ardent kiss. I reveal to him the compulsive need he has pitilessly kindled inside me, a need to be eaten.

"Promise me that my belly would be satisfied no matter how exhausted you are."

"I promise," I speak against his mouth and he lets me go with one concluding peck his ocean blues gleaming with sinfulness. His thumb swipes sensually against my glistening lower lip and I melt into a puddle under his caress. 

With a deep breath, he tranquillizes himself and suppresses the beast that demands a bite of my meat. "Come." He says offering me his warm calloused palm to take which I promptly grasp onto.

"I wonder what they will all deem of me. Unworthy? Too young? Weak?" I ask restlessly as he steers me towards the gates where I discern several cars parked outside wolves patiently waiting to be let in. Phobos walks with confidence his head held high spine upright his demeanour altered to one that instils terror yet brings forth respect and admiration.

He halts in our route peering down at me with unreadable eyes that give away nothing not even to me, his moon blessed. "You are my queen. My Luna. If I have claimed you as mine and am boastfully showing you off then that itself speaks on your behalf. Keep your head high for the moon has given no other female but you the crown, Theia. Flaunt your dominance, show them your power and strength. Make them cower if you witness even the slightest of disrespect. If you are able to make me yield to you then you surely can make them do the same." 

Phobos flashes his canines to me with a hushed aggressive growl showing me what I must do to stand up for myself as and I follow his antics baring my teeth at him a boisterous growl rumbling out from the abyss of my chest and he smirks with approval. "There is my female." He utters and I beam up at him with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

As soon as we arrived at the main entrance Phobos and I stood beside each other as a power couple welcoming one wolf after the next. His hand remained on my lower back as he officially introduced me to some of the Alphas and Lunas who did not recognize me for they hadn't attended the ceremony that was held in my honour the first time I arrived here. Some complimented me on my beauty which bothered my male of course and others bowed in my presence in reverence and with friendly smiles. 

I hadn't been as reserved and withdrawn as Phobos. I was the talkative one who beamed brightly and that had stunned many wolves. While my mate modestly conversed with the Alphas I chatted with their females. Many were heavily pregnant and could barely walk but had travelled all the way to honour our invitation which I was so pleased with.  

I even picked up a few pups that they had brought along and carried them on my hips. Many had said they hadn't expected to be welcomed this way and initially did not want to bring their pups along but was forced to. When I informed them that the decorations and the paintings were made by the little ones from our pack their eyes widened as they stared at Phobos in wonderment. I had expected this reaction from them so I hadn't been caught off guard. 

I was so relieved and happy when wolves grew more relaxed in my male's presence as though the impenetrable barrier that once drove others away had been lifted and they could be more themselves around him. Of course, unlike me, this annoyed Phobos and made him uncomfortable but each time he secretly sought out my aid with those wary eyes of his I simply giggled and nodded with encouragement. 

This was good for the pack, by the time we get to the end of the night my male would have acquired more faithful packs that would stand by his side at any time. I want them to adore him and perceive him as I do. There is more to him than his beastly appearance that he often shows as his true nature to conceal his heart of gold. That loving and caring heart of his he thinks it is his weakness but in fact, it is his biggest strength. 

"We have been invited to several birthday parties I have lost count," Phobos grunts out annoyedly as he nibbles on a strip of spiced dried meat.

"That sounds nice, we should go. You need to make more friends." 

"I do have friends."

"Other than Drakho, Awan, and Moira. Deimos and Cronus are family you cannot consider them as friends and I meant Alpha friends." 

He sinks further back against the bolsters spreading his legs apart getting into a more cosy position as he scrutinises the dancing intoxicated wolves outside of the tent we are seated in. "It is not something I need or want."

Sighing completely giving up on the topic I slither forward towards his heat and lightly tap his wrist, he catches my implied request and speedily lifts his limb for me to duck under and snuggle into his warmth with my hand lazily hung over his belly. My nose is stuffed into the side of his neck as I inhale his musky scent my lips tenderly stroking his mark. "I see my female is not demure anymore." He mutters with a hoarse voice whilst gazing down at me with teasing eyes.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"On the second day after your arrival here do you not remember how bashful you were sitting beside me in this very same tent at the ceremony? You would not even look at me." 

"You know why it was challenging for me. And it is not easy being relaxed in your presence."

"I did look at you."

"Liar. You never did, you were busy staring at the barely dressed dancing females as if they held the totality of your attention when your female was perched right beside you." I huff.

"I often glimpsed at you when you were not looking at me." He bends lower to press his sultry lips against my ear so he can speak the rest of his truth. "And I looked at you when I had your shivering flesh beneath me as I savoured your cunt with my tongue for the second time."

My cheeks burn with intensity and I punch his chest in response obtaining a throaty chuckle from him. "You were a libidinous male with an unappeasable appetite." 

"I still am that male. And if I remember well you promised to feed that very male tonight." The tip of his sizzling slick tongue glides up my jaw bone as he samples his prey before the final feast.

"Only if he behaves," I whisper my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I retain my gaze outside the tent.

Phobos yanks me closer to him in one tough tug so that my breasts press snugly against his toned side. "I will be on my best behaviour, my queen." He declares with a menacing smile that unveils to me the danger of his desire that I will face later tonight. 

Soon after the females picked for tonight's dance form a circle right in the middle amid the campfire and the diverse surrounding tents. They wear the same attire as last time, lace clothing that hardly covers their bosoms and mounds accompanied by mesh veils to screen their faces. As they begin to sway their hips to each beat the unmated males cheer from every corner some even whistling for these females are truly gorgeous the way they move is synchronized yet so very lewd and inviting. But they will not be touched for that goes against the rules set in place, they are merely entertainers, not breeders used for sexual gratification.

My male hums from the base of his throat his narrowed eyes adhered to the females and I snarl exposing my teeth to him with displeasure. The sides of his lips twitch as though he is suppressing his amusement. "Stop looking at them." I snap not liking the way he is regarding them inspecting their flesh from head to toe. Is this male acting like this intentionally?

"Why? They are entertaining it is rude not to recognize their hard work." He plucks a fresh juicy grape from the bowl and drops it into his open mouth not taking his eyes away from the group. 

"Phobos," I warn with a threatening growl that reverberates from my chest.

"Look at that female." He fearlessly points his finger at one of the wolves as though she has caught his eyes among the rest. "Her ample hips goddess I must-" Before he could end his sentence I bind my limbs tightly around his neck and tackle him to the ground catching him off guard. 

Straddling his hips with my palms placed over heaving chest for support I glare down at him with a tilt of my head. "Do you find it enjoyable to insult me like this, Alpha Phobos?" 

Uproarious laughter resounds from his chest as he stares up at me with fond eyes, his palms raising to settle themselves on my hips as he shifts me forward so his cock is nestled beneath my pussy. "I cannot help it sometimes, your reactions are too delightful."

"Do not play with me you silly beast." I punch his belly and he grunts out with a chuckle to the force of my strike. Trapping my slender wrist in his palm he guides it to his mouth to lay an affectionate kiss against my pulse.

"Forgive me." He smiles up at me yet I know it. He will joke around with me again, this male does not like to be teased but loves teasing me and he will never stop. This is how he is. "Well, this time I think it is I who should ask for the tent to be closed." 

"What are you talking about?" I ask following the trail of his eyes to where he is viewing. My cheeks blaze as I remark all the seated wolves gawking at the both of us with gaping mouths and dumbfounded expressions as though they cannot believe their eyes. The music has stopped the only sounds that can be heard is from the crickets, now we both are the main source of prime distraction. 

"It must be shocking for them to see that you are on top of me and not the other way around." He declares as I move backwards in a trial to unmount him but my moon blessed does not permit it keeping me in place with his unyielding hands. "Zavři stan." He orders and the string of the tent is pulled on as the flaps rush forward meeting each other in the middle like reuniting lovers completely obscuring us. 

(Close the tent)

"Gossip about us will arise from here on." I groan with frustration, I hate being the centre of scandals I have been so for most of my life. 

"I think it will be about how my female attacked me to the ground and attempted to eat me up." He states with a grin and I glower at him. He finds this humorous all of it. "Now where were we?" My male asks sitting up from his lying position pushing his chest against my bosoms. "Let me have just one bite." He opens his mouth wide as though he is going to take a bite off my flesh.

"Král." Drakho's hasty interrupting voice from outside our tent bursts through our bubble of lust and has me flinch and freeze on my route to pleasure. Phobos groans with discontentment for he is often disturbed before going for the final kill. 

"Speak," Phobos commands in an authoritative tone as he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses over the side of my neck evoking goosebumps across my scorched skin. 

"I must speak with you...it is important." My male stops creating lovebites and stiffens against me as though he understands the urgency something I found suspicious. This is strange. 

"Wait here, Theia. I will come back soon." He says getting up after planting a fleet kiss on my forehead. 

"Where are you going?" I question with a frown.

"There is something I must assist him with, it will not be long. I will return to you soon and we can...continue where we left off." With one faltering glance at me, he bends low and exits through the closed flaps of the tent. What kind of urgency is this? That he has to leave my side amid the presence of unknown wolves leaving me alone in this tent. I do not actually mind and staying in here alone poses no risk to me yet he would never act this way knowing I am encircled by foreign males many of whom still did not know my title. An emergency? What kind?

Inquisitiveness and unease of the uncertainty have me spring up from the tent floor and cautiously wander out in search of the two males. Booming laughter blares from all around me accompanying the live music, proof that our guests are enjoying the celebration and the neverending supply of booze. Through the darkness and myriad drunk wolves who collide with each other, I watch my male follow Drakho inside a screened tent that is set up at a far distance away from the commotion. 

My restlessness surges above boundaries and that itself is the first hint that something is wrong. I keep my steps as light and quiet as possible as I step more closer towards the tent, I suppose this belongs to Drakho and Awan because of how it is located within the shadows. It serves as the best place to guard our pack and make sure our visitors do not cause any problems.

 Swallowing tensely I peek through the small opening of the tent my breathing is slow and steady, these wolves wouldn't be able to smell me for I am covered in a mixture of different scents and that grants me shelter. What I am doing is wrong and I would definitely get into trouble for this but I do not like it when certain things are being concealed from me. 

It is well-lit inside lanterns hang from every corner giving me the full sight of the situation. Drakho and Phobos have their backs to me chatting among themselves, it seems as though his beta is notifying him of the problem at hand. When they move away to opposite sides my eyes broaden when I discover Moira perched down on the ground her knees tucked to her chest as she swings her body back and forth in an effort to pacify herself whilst she stares down at her with feet with tear-stained cheeks. She looks devastated...broken.

Phobos inhales a deep breath and gazes down at her with blues that are engulfed by sadness. He squats down settling in front of her heat as he lays his right palm over her trembling shoulder. "Moira." He calls her name so gently like he calls mine as if he is her male. My quivering hands ball into tight fists as I take a step closer to get a more satisfactory view. I do not understand what is going on not even a bit. Is she unwell? 

Her eyes snap up to collide with his as though his summoning hauled her out of her trance. "How much did she drink, Drakho?" My male's orbs never leave hers not even for a second and it unsettles me in a way I cannot put into terms.

"An entire bottle, Phobos." Drakho sighs as though he should have protected her better as though he has failed her in a way. Right now at this moment, it is not a circumstance of Alpha or Beta dealing with a pack member but three wolves who share a deep connection one that never welcomed me.

"I told you to watch her, you know how she is when she gets her hands on alcohol." Phobos smiles down at her showing he is not displeased with her for she flinched at his tone when he addressed Drakho. "Moira." He calls her again and this time she shuffles closer to him staring up at my moon blessed with a look of unfathomable adoration and love. She looks at him like how I do.

"I-Is it really you Ondra?" She whimpers as her longing eyes scan his features. Phobos briefly glances at Drakho and returns his gaze back to her. Ondra? Who is Ondra?

"Yes, it is me." His smile widens his eyes softening and she lets out a gut-wrenching cry as though her soul has returned to her.

"Where have you been? Argus and I, we miss you so much." She cries aloud tears pouring down her cheeks in a way that it is almost pitiful to look at her. She rises to settle on her knees her breasts pressing against my male's chest. My body lunges forward to protect what is mine, to protect what belongs to me but I keep myself in check and stay still in my current position. 

Phobos does not respond to her he solely watches each of her movements as she places her palms against his cheeks and cradles his face whilst her thumb glides across his cheekbones in affection. The very first rupture of my heart I detect it with a bleeding clarity, my ribs close in striving to preserve the organ that has paused its beating.  

"Did you not miss me?" She whines as she sets her forehead against his. My male does not touch her in any way rather his arms are held firmly behind his back but he remains still...for her. For another female, not me. 

He clears his throat and gives a terse nod in affirmation as her wails grow more turbulent revealing to me her need, her need of him. My breathing harshens to conceal my excruciating heartache and I shake my head in objection my lips quivering I do not like this, I do not like this at all. I take stumbling steps backwards away from the sickening sight that repulses me.

"I love you." She whispers as she coils her arms around his neck and drags him down to her. Phobos visibly stiffens under her touch as though he had predicted what she was going to do for she angles her face to the side and crushes her lips to his and my male...lets her kiss him. My male does not shove her away but remains still permitting her to do as she pleases. 

Silence.

Betrayal they say comes in the night as a devil would with its sharpened claws so it can thrust them into your chest and rip out your beating organ depriving you of your will to live. Watching another female kiss the lips that belong to me shreds me apart to the point that I fight to give way to my lungs, for my ribs compress around my heart even tighter the bones piercing into the delicate flesh. Raw anguish, I thought I had felt it when I came to know of my infertility but this here cannot compare. This here rots my flesh. 

My eyes do not leave my male who has my favourite ocean blues set on the wall of the tent behind Moira as she lovingly kisses him. It is not a deep kiss there is no tongue or passion, she kisses him like a juvenile yet it is still a kiss for I will never look at his lips the same again. They are tainted to me now. I wonder what he feels at this moment? Is he thinking about me of how I would be waiting for him in another tent? Does he see this as a betrayal? 

Drakho has his gaze focused on his feet, his head bowed with respect to what Phobos is doing and bile climbs up the back of my throat. His Alpha is going against his female, his queen and he thinks he is doing something righteous. Then the truth finally dawns on me, this is not the first time this has occurred. Phobos had let Moira kiss him whenever she got drunk plenty of times before. His lips had never truly belonged to me, had they?

Muffled sobs vacate my chest as I clamp my palm over my mouth stifling my cries of torture. Every loving word, every affectionate look Phobos gave me was all a lie. If he truly did love me as he claimed to he would never allow this. He would never do this to me.

I had been foolish so utterly blinded by love. In a way, it was always me who had been running after him chasing after him begging for his attention but never once did he do the same for me. Where had my self-respect gone to? Had I slaughtered it after he abandoned me when I was eighteen? I shut my eyes taking in a deep breath as tears of agony spew down my cheeks. He knows how I feel about his relationship with Moira how I suffered because of their despicable bond yet this is what he does in hiding. 

The despair of being betrayed is truly unendurable. I place my palm over my barren womb and bawl harder. Perhaps if I had something else to love other than my mate I could be stronger than this and confront this situation with strength but with him being the only one I have it makes it more arduous. But I cannot get past this, I cannot forgive him for this sin. Ever. He will face the consequences of his actions I will make sure of it.

Whirling around on my heels brushing my tears of suffering away with the rear of my palms I march back to the clamorous celebration smiling at wolves along the way greeting them with terse nods as a Luna should. I will not show any weakness in front of them.

Spotting an unopened bottle of liquor I seize it from the table and gulp it down ignoring the bitter taste of it that torches the rear of my throat. I had always found the heartbroken females getting drunk at the bar back home ridiculous yet here I am here doing the very same. I understand it now, this is the only thing that would aid in forgetting the grief of your heart and soul. It comforts you as a lover would in your time of need, sings you a lullaby tires out your body and sways you into a deep slumber. 

The potent liquor has my mind dragged into murk my steps turn wobbly within a few minutes for after all just like Phobos's dear friend Moira he rushed to comfort, I had drunk an entire bottle by myself as well. The sensual beats of the drums have me shamelessly stumble towards a male who is of my age, young, wild and free. As soon as he catches me intruding on his personal space he halts chatting with his friend and turns the wholeness of his attention to me his eyes dilating as he unhurriedly skims down my curvy being as though he has never beheld such beauty before. 

"Do you know who I am?" I ask and he shakes his head. He does not know I am the Luna for I did not greet him at the gates he must be one of the latecomers. 

The male unhesitantly takes a curt step forward towards me showing to me his keen interest, his fascination...his lust. I tilt my head to the side watching him and slowly remove my jacket baring my hands and shoulders to his aroused eyes.  "What is your name?"

"Karel." He utters with a smirk and takes another step forward to wrap his arms around my waist and tug me to his body. He hisses when my breasts press against his, brown eyes goggle right into the low neckline of my dress to get a glimpse of my bra-clad voluptuous bosoms. 

"I like your name." I stumble my surroundings spinning for the drink is getting to me but he holds me to his chest not allowing me to fall and I steady myself clutching onto his strong veined forearms for support.

"What is yours?" He asks.

"That does not matter. Tell me, Karel do you find me attractive?" I ask peering up at him from beneath my lush lashes. His eyes darken as a robust need consumes him from within setting him aflame.

"Fuck yes. Who wouldn't find you attractive?" His voice is throaty and low whilst his friend who stands to the side whistles lowly looking at Karel as though he is the luckiest male on this earth. 

"Then kiss me," I whisper boosting my face to him closing my eyes shut giving him the permission he is desperately seeking after.

"You blessed bastard." His friend chortles from the side taking another swig from his cup.

Karel is prompt with his actions as he tows me closer and smashes his chapped lips against mine and forces his slippery tongue into my mouth. I whimper to the force of his kiss and my nails dig into the tender skin of his forearms as his hands skate down my sides to snatch my ass cheeks and roughly knead them. His fully erect cock grinds against my abdomen and I permit him to do as he pleases just like Phobos allowed Moira. 

Uncontrollable tears once more gush out of my eyes to the thought of my male. I had only ever kissed him, he is the only male I had ever been touched by but here I am in the arms of another just like he held Moira to his chest. This sickens me to the pit of my stomach so much that I can barely breathe but what am I to do? I will be tainted to Phobos now and he would not be able to bear that his possession has been touched by another and this pleases me. 

Karel is abruptly ripped away from my heat by familiar tattooed arms and Phobos stands there beside me his eyes untamed and feral whilst his claws are sunk deep into the male's bleeding gaping throat who is dangling up in the air. I calmly scrutinise the way my mate robs him of existence right in front of my eyes and the wolf chokes and gags on his own blood whilst his friend drops the cup holding liquor and flees with terror drowning him as though he has witnessed a provoked monster. Monsters are very real and my male is the Alpha.

"Drakho." Phobos spits out through his gritted teeth his bloody claws plunging deeper into the unconscious Karel. "Take this vile male back to your tent, his life is mine." He growls deafeningly as his beta bows and picks up the male who Phobos tossed to the ground like a piece of trash. My eyes trail after Drakho who drags Karel after him, I have knowingly sent an innocent male to his death but why do I feel nothing about it?

Phobos seizes my jaw in a painful grip and forces me to meet his irate eyes that are getting more incensed with each passing second. "Fucking look at me. What was that, Theia?" He roars his chest heaving as he endeavours to restrain his outrage and I recoil at the loudness of his voice. 

"Let go of me. Do not touch me." I murmur coldly my voice shaking barely a whisper as I rip my face away from his cruel fingers. Kneeling I pick up the cup Karel's friend abandoned in dread and gulp down the remaining of the drink. The poison flooding my veins soothes me and hushes the storm of my heart so I shall consume more. 

I stride back towards the campfire and pick up another bottle on the way taking a full mouthful from it. Please help me forget everything, I do not wish to remember anything tomorrow for that way I can continue to be happy. My hopeless eyes scour for another target another male I can kiss to break him as he heartlessly hurt me.  

I begin to acquire the sexual attention of every male that is around me and this infuriates Phobos even more for he circles me like a predator barking at every wolf showing them whom I belong to. His beast and he stand as one as they claim their territory in front of all but this does not please me. It irritates me for all of this has been simulated since the day we reunited nothing of his love for me has been true. Perhaps he had always felt for Moira more than he felt for me and I had somehow overlooked it. Maybe it might have been secret glances between them or more shared kisses. Friendship or mate bond? My male made a choice and I will make mine.

"Give me the bottle." His voice is calm but I catch the mounting ire steaming beneath waiting to be unleashed.

"No, it is mine." I clutch it tighter to my chest and take a fast step rearward. This is all I have as protection from him if he takes it away from me I cannot shield my heart from him anymore. I take another quaff wrapping my eager mouth around its head and he growls lunging forward yanking it off from my hand and furiously hurls it to the ground with tremendous force that it shatters glass pieces flying everywhere. 

He maniacally marches towards me with purpose and I threaten him. "Don't you dare come near me, I will kill you with my own two hands." But of course, he is an uncompromising male who never cares about my feelings and this time his madness swallows him whole for he pounces on the fleeing me and casts me over his shoulder carrying me away from gossip and astounded wolves who had witnessed our battle. 

I resist him all the way pounding his back with my fists kicking his belly even giving him profound wounds with my claws making him bleed but nothing works for he reaches his final destination and brutally hurls me upon the bedding of our tent. As I scramble to get away from him knowing what he will do to me he traps my trembling body beneath him with his as his lips destroy mine in a vicious punishing kiss that bruises my mouth and tongue but he does not stop despite my struggling and my muffled cries of refusal. This nauseates me. 

"You still smell like him." He snaps before ramming his tongue deeper fucking my mouth and I choke on his unrelenting organ that slithers down like a venomous snake. 

I weep forcing my face from him but he merely snares my jaw in a hurting clasp his gaze dark and mad generating hysteria to seep out of me. "Stop defying me or I will fuck your mouth with my cock instead to eradicate his smell on you and not in a pleasureful way. I am barely holding on, Theia. Do not fucking provoke me further I am warning you." 

"And I smell Moira on you." I spit out staring up at him with tear-filled hateful eyes. Belated understanding of the situation we are bound in descends upon him but there is no guilt that I am faced with only unbridled rage.

"So that is the explanation for your vulgar actions. You followed me."

I turn away from him my tears soaking the pillow beneath me but I do not answer him, my heart is undergoing intolerable sorrow that I cannot handle. I will not have a therapy session with this barbarian who lacks proper emotion.  

"I was consoling her, each time she gets intoxicated she sees me as Ondra. Her male. It is not me she thinks she sees but him. It is the least I can do as her Alpha and I promised Ondra that I would-" I do not want his useless justifications, I won't hear it.

"And I was comforting Karel, he was lonely so I allowed him to taste my mouth and feel me up just like Moira did with you. If you hadn't come we could have gone further." I taunt him in between my wails, he will face my wrath and I surely will face his tonight.

He bares his teeth at me and wraps his hand around my neck in forewarning, his Alpha pheromones exudes out of his pores to propel me to submit but it does not affect me. "You and I are done. I will stop loving you this instant and I will never give you my heart again." I scream out as my emotions take a hold of me.

"That is not up to you to decide. Your heart already belongs to me just like mine belongs to you and I have no intention of returning yours to you, Drahá. Play your immature games but I will not be a part of it." When he calls my pet name it does hold that fondness that it usually possesses but a bitterness that freezes my heart. 

Resentment riles up within me as I without thinking twice hoist my right hand and slap his cheek my nails ripping into his flesh opening up a small wound. "You disgust me." I spit at his face and he closes his eyes his breathing harshening his claws elongating canines poking out his gums to indent his lower lip. When he opens his irate eyes and encounters mine, he shows me his conclusive decision. This will not end well for me.

"I had always known this, Theia. I have been too lenient with you." He says in a fear-instilling tone whilst sedately wiping my spit away from his face. "You show no respect to your male and your Alpha, this will be the last time I will allow you to lay a hand on me this way."

"Get out," I shriek as pictures of Moira kissing him ruin my mind killing me slowly. 

"Without delivering your punishment? Not this time, you have gone too far with your immaturity and you will face my wrath tonight." He states as he unzips his pants extracting his cock and rapidly pumps it preparing it for entry. "You will quietly receive your punishment from me first and then I will clarify to you the difference between both of our actions so you can see for yourself who is the worst one among the both of us."

That was what he had conveyed to me several minutes before and now I kneel in front of him with my sore hands restrained behind my back over my tailbone. My face is ploughed into the pillow with his hand wrapped around my neck holding me in place as he brutally smacks into me from behind. 

"Ah!" I cry out tears trickling out of my eyes to drench the pillow even more I do not remember how long I have been crying for. The pleasure of his inhumane fucking is intense as my body shamelessly reacts to him to his dominance. But I am unable to stand the bleeding of my heart for it knows that after tonight things will never be the same between us.

"I will rend that male piece by piece and feed his cock to him and you, my female will watch." He snarls into my ear and I whimper out aloud. He has never been this callous and insensitive with me before and I comprehend how my actions have damaged him. He feels my sin is incomparable to his but this I do not understand.

He hooks his arms over my thighs and hoists my ass even higher compelling my face further into the pillow so he can fuck me harder. He has cum in me multiple times I have lost count, he is not softening inside me either. My cunt is driving his seed out unable to contain any more of it for he is overfeeding it but he still brutally proceeds to punish me.

"Why are you crying? Look how your cunt is milking me dry your body is expressing something else." He bullies me grunting out as his heavy balls pound severely against my pussy lips. This is not my Phobos, he would never do something like this. "You say I have transgressed against you but yours is incomparable to mine. You truly hurt me tonight, you wielded no knife but I felt a fucking blade puncture a hole straight into my heart when you let him kiss you and touch you that way, Theia." 

My eyes find the dress he had admired on me earlier today which has been ripped into pieces and thrown away because Karel touched it. Phobos said he would burn it later on for the sight of it revolts him.

"Král." Drakho's deep voice calls out to him from outside the tent and I freeze.

"What is it Drakho? I am occupied I am carrying out a punishment." He replies casually driving deeper into me the sounds of his upper thighs clashing with the fleshy globes of my ass fills me up with humiliation for I know his beta can hear us. 

"Vůdce wishes to speak with you, it is a pressing matter."

"Another urgency? Fuck, what is going on today?" Phobos has been swearing a lot today, he hates cursing but his anger has made him lose his mind. His clasp around my throat tightens as his cock bulges further inside me showing me he is close to release. Not even once did he satisfy me or circle my clit like he always did. As part of my punishment, I receive no pleasure except from his fucking.

Wrapping his left limb around my belly and his right around my shoulders he yanks me up so my back collides with his chest the both of us kneeling. He increases the speed of his pitiless barbarous fucking his lips on my throat, his eyes on my tear-stained cheeks and swollen eyes. I notice the first crack of his emotionless mask, he was taking me from behind so he could not see the severe pain I held in my eyes but now that he finally sees it, this bothers him. His jaw tenses and he tears his eyes away from mine unable to look at me anymore. I keep my mouth shut not allowing a sound of pleasure to slip out I will not give him that satisfaction. 

His hot pants caress my throat and with one cruel thrust that has me whimper out, he spills spurts of his thick seed inside me continuing to move his hips until he has made sure my cunt has taken in every drop. When he finally lets me go I collapse wearily onto the soiled bedding breathing heavily my flesh smeared with sweat and his fluid.

Phobos cleans himself off any traces and wears his pants rising to his feet to attend to the matter at hand. Before he could exit the tent I whisper loud enough so he can hear me, "I despise you." This has him freeze in his path and I determine the perceptible tremors of his hands and body. My words have stung deep more than I expected for these were the very words that once he as a juvenile advised me to never say to him for it carries too much meaning. 

"You despise me because I allowed Moira to seek comfort from me? Because I let her kiss me? It means nothing and you know this. The reason I stand before you now is because of that broken female out there because she saved my life after my parents died. I am indebted to her and Ondra. That male died in war protecting me. It is the least I can offer both of them as their Alpha. Moira does this only when she is tipsy she barely remembers after and this has happened only a few times. I am not claiming that I bear no sin but she is under my care and I owe her that much as all she longs for is her mate and I at certain times look like him to her when she is drunk. I offer her solace in her time of need just like she was once there for me and otherwise maintain a strict friendship with her. But you, you kissed another male to enrage me filled with ill intentions not as good as mine. I have never let her kiss me the way you let that male ram his tongue into your mouth. I have never let her touch me the way you let Karel grope you with his foul hands and grind his revolting cock against you. So do not play the victim here, Theia. If there must be hate between us then it must be me who must despise you. Do not dare to leave this tent, I am not done with you yet. And after I return we will go pay a small visit to your beloved darling Karel, he will be delighted to see you." 

When he finally leaves the tent I let out a loud gut-wrenching sob. He is unsympathetic too cruel for me to bear and I have made up my mind. You can despise me Phobos but I will make it easier for you, I will leave. I will sever whatever remains is left of us.

Slowly getting up wincing at the soreness of my cunt I watch as his semen leaks down my inner thighs whilst I wrap the duvet around my bruised flesh that is littered with red bleeding bites. He did not go gentle this time I had started a fire that I could not appease within him. 

With sluggish steps holding onto the tree barks along the way I walk within the shadows of the trees towards the home I share with Phobos. Once I reach inside I pick up the phone and contact Cronus whose rich voice travels through in a matter of seconds. "I am here at your gates, little wolf. I apologize for the delay there was a small problem with Deimos's jet." He laughs.

I close my eyes enjoying the softness of his voice that consoles me, I let out another cry unable to hold it in anymore. Silence follows my sounds of weeping my brother hearing my agony. "Tell me what you want and I will do as you say."

"I-I want to go home, take me away from here Cronus." I weep and there is a sharp intake of his breath that strikes through the stillness.

"Pack your things. Take only what you need leave the rest. I will be waiting for you outside the open gates no warriors are guarding them at this moment which is good. I need you to hurry do you understand?" This is Cronus, no questions asked only solutions given.  

"Yes," I whisper wiping away my tears.

I immediately rush into our bedroom and grab an empty cardboard box thrusting in whatever holds memories of this place for me. I do not know if I might return later on but as of now, I do not want to see or be near Phobos. Opening my wardrobe I put on a loose sleeveless nightgown and tie my hair in a bun. I do not have much time if I linger around here longer than needed Phobos will come for me and I will not be able to escape him. I am thankful my brother is here, right when I need him.

Before I could take a step outside the cabin into the cold breeze something within me draws me back begging me not to leave. Each corner of this room holds beautiful memories that I cannot forget, I hear our mingled laughter as we sat huddled together beneath a quilt upon the couch and I hear his reassuring words and comforting arms when I grew upset with my barrenness. It almost makes me want to stay and work this out between us. But right now I wish to leave more I need space from him. 

Without turning back I shut the door behind me and run as fast as my feet take me towards the gates. The beats of my heart scurry into a frantic pace and only calm when I see the familiar stature of my brother in the shadows. "Theia!" He calls out as I rush into his arms dropping the box onto the soil sobbing shrilly clutching onto his chest for dear life. "I have got you, I am here little wolf. Let me take a look at you."

When his eyes scan down my body and they linger on my throat my shoulders and my arms, his eyes enlarge and they fill with an undefinable rage. "What the fuck is this? What the fuck did he do to you?"

 Before I could answer him blaring sounds made from blowing into conch shells are released for all to detect and from then utter chaos is released to devour the night making the both of us stiffen. "Shit! We have to go now, get in the truck. I am sure that was meant for you. Your male is fucking fast I must admit."

When I get into the passenger seat and Cronus starts the engine Phobos's warriors sprint forward towards the gates roaring with aggression their teeth are on display but my brother handles the wheel well and backs out the entrance until we are on the unsteady road. Pushing his foot on the accelerator he drives forward at full speed taking us to where Deimos's jet has been parked. 

The phone in my hand rings and I startle staring at the screen. "You brought that with you? Theia for goodness sake give me that." He snatches the phone from me and tosses it out the open window. 

"No!" I scream my body lurching forward in an effort to capture it tears brimming in my eyes.  "H-He gave me that." I set my shaky palms over my eyes as I remember the very first time he had given me that phone and told me to keep it a secret. I had treasured it for so long it was his first gift to me. 

"I am pretty sure that it was the bastard calling. He could track you with that you know how he is, he has good connections. Theia." He sighs setting his palm over my quaking shoulder unable to handle my crying. 

"My heart...it aches, Cronus."

"I know, little wolf. But I also want you to know that this means war."

"What?" I ask him with bleary eyes.

"He is going to hunt down and set fire to every pack until he finds you. He will bring hell to earth." 

Right after he said those very words with an ominous look in his eyes that even frightened me, a vociferous ear-splitting howl resonated all around us in waves that sent a flash of lightning in the sky followed by the rumble of thunder that birthed a fierce storm. It was Phobos's wail of misery, a howl of loss.