我的藏獒开了我的花苞

I shift to glower back at him who never once took his blues off my face. "I am not coming with you, Phobos. This is wrong, you cannot do this. I want to stay here." I cry my fists pounding at his chest with panic at his arrangements to take me by force. How can he do this to me?

"Zd se, e m spoustu umleckch poteb, bude to pro ns dal vha, abychom to vechno vzali. Mli bychom je vechny jet vzt?" Another male walks forward his box overflowing with my art inventories whilst he inquires Phobos. I do not understand this language they speak which brings forth more disquietude.

(She seems to have a lot of art supplies, it will be an extra weight for us to take all of it. Should we still take them all?)

Phobos once again nods to him as his answer whilst the male bows in response continuing to pick up more of my supplies and setting them in the crate.

"Let go of me, Phobos." My eyes turn blear with my restrained overfilling tears as I plead with him propelling his chest with my palms, hoping he would yield to the upsetness that he has caused. Mama and Papa left the pack a few days ago to spend some time near the ocean, I will not even be able to say my farewell to them.

His right thumb is elevated to gently slide across beneath my eyes as though he were advising me not to cry. It is easy for him to say, how does he not see the heartlessness of his ways?

"Theia." Cronus drops by the open door as Phobos turns around to regard him loosening his grip upon my flesh which I take to my advantage whilst I break free and run ahead hugging him seeking his solace.

Placing my cheek against his palpitating chest lamenting noiselessly, I reveal my unhappiness. He rests his palm over my locks patting my head tenderly attempting to ease my affliction.

"They are taking my things, Cronus." I hiccup feebly clutching him tighter burying myself into his clannish warmth.

"I know, I saw."

"I-I do not wish to leave." Phobos permits a small snarl of displeasure to rumble faintly from deep within his chest as I flinch and gaze meekly back at him. It was not him but his beast who is offended by my words, he does not like it when I express not craving to go with him.

"I have been offered a choice, Theia," Cronus utters as he cradles my face in his palms.

"What choice?"

"I let you leave or I go to war with them." My eyes broaden to his truth, war? With Phobos?

"What do you imply?"

"His warriors have arrived just now." He would attack my brother for me? He would kill him just so he can possess me?

"I will do as you want. I will not pressure you into anything even if it means I must fight your male." Cronus declares with confidence his ignited eyes set on the beast unbudging haughtily behind me. My lividness with Phobos rises to a whole new degree. This is a betrayal to me.

I shakily turn to judge him with a mixture of bitterness and heartache held boundless in my eyes. "You have forsaken our past, Phobos." His jaw clenches to the weight of my words that shakes him from within whilst I seal my eyes releasing my tears as they glide down my cheeks freely.

My mind sets forth Ismena\'s words to me. \'You worry too much for others, I wonder when you shall begin to take care of yourself first. It is all right to be selfish.\' But in this position how can I be egocentric? How can I intentionally put my brother and his warriors in jeopardy? How can I sit back and watch them bleed and die in front of my eyes?

I know Phobos, he will not let them live. He will unleash his wickedness on our lands and we shall be devoured unsparingly by his beast in cold blood. Either way, he will take me with him but it hinges on me whether I will go voluntarily or risk the destruction and demise of my pack wolves.

"I shall go with him."

"Theia! Do not sacrifice yourself, I never requested you for this. My warriors are-"

"Your warriors must serve to fight bigger battles that shall emerge from absolute evil. Not fight for your sister just because she does not wish to go with her moon blessed, Cronus." I whisper standing on my tiptoes encircling my arms around his neck inhaling his brotherly warmth I shall yearn with every breath I take. "I have made my decision Cronus, please convey my truth to mama and papa. Tell them I shall miss them dearly."

Cronus gnars at Phobos with displeasure at the way he is claiming me as his yet my male seems unfazed by his ballistic eyes that discharge arrows aimed at him for a sole bourne, to cause travail.

"This is not the right way, Phobos. You know this. We grew up together, she is your female. What are you doing?" Cronus yowls with birse to my moon blessed who merely espies us with a cryptic sereneness.

"Alfa. Nkladn vozy jsou pipraveny k odjezdu." A male comes in atomizing our tension filled bubble.

(Alpha. The trucks are ready to leave.)

The brisk trade of Phobos\'s posture exposes what the male informed him of. We are leaving.

"I love you," I readily murmur to Cronus who has his mouth anchored shut as he encloses his inner conflict. My sacrifice for his and our pack\'s sake he finds to be torturous.

I cannot falter, I cannot be vulnerable. For then I shall be compelled to change my mind if I witness the melancholy in my brother\'s eyes.

When I step out towards the main gates, a thunderstorm reigns as heavy rain descends to saturate the earth with a persevering vigour. Several trucks have accumulated on our grounds as his warriors regard me with assessing eyes for the first time. I wonder what they presume me as for I know I am disparate from their females. I can feel it in the way they stare at me.

My flesh is getting soaked yet I persist under the storm gazing at all these strange wolves. They wear no shoes, feet bare. Their haircuts are alike to Phobos, shaved at the sides. Their beards are uncut and dishevelled. They do not care for how they present themselves to others.

Ismena was right, these wolves are nothing like us. They truly resemble beasts. The entirety of their appearance is unconventional. Their massive structures are wrapped in dense woollen cloaks whilst their right ears are ornamented with a golden earpiece they wear with pride.

The male with magnetic dark skin, one of Phobos\'s two shadows steps forward. His orbs resemble my male\'s but with less intensity possessing mysterious swirls of gold with a black rim whilst he owns a tattoo of blazing gold that strikes down from the tip of his hairline to his nose.

"Krlovna. You shall travel with Alpha, it is the vehicle parked in the centre. I shall escort you."

(Queen)

"What is your name?" I ask curiously as I stride with him towards the door kept open for my arrival.

"Drakho, Luna. I am the Beta. Here is a sheepskin fur blanket, it shall keep you warm from the storm," He beams angelically at me whilst I take it from his hands with my smile of gratefulness. So one of his shadow\'s is his Beta, I wonder who the other one is for he never once uttered a word to me.

"Theia!" Zina and Ismena howl in unison from behind me as I turn to their bellow.

"Zina." I whimper as they dash onward haling me into a bear-hug, drenched from the madness of the downpour. "Please tell Aegeus and Orien, I am sorry. This is all because of me."

"No, it is not. Those males would do anything to protect you. You know this." Ismena whines nudging her cheek to mine, her way of heartening me.

"I will miss you both so much. I am sorry it had to be this way."

"Oh, Theia," They embrace me tighter whilst our surrounding succumbs to an eerie placidity as though the storm shudders in dread to the one who is approaching us.

Phobos strolls ahead, his tantalizing blues locked on my flesh whilst Ismena and Zina take a step backwards bending to give an uncrowded path to the beast. Cronus stands from afar observing my sudden departure with harrowing eyes.

The roaring of engines as they come alive upon the damp trails has my wolf whine with a heartfelt upsetness of leaving our home. We were given neither a chance nor time to appositely say our goodbyes to our wolves.

I strain my neck to gaze up at the towering male who glimpses down at me with an electrifying zeal, fiery sultry palms are agile to settle over my waist as he hauls me closer to his chest as my fingers fasten around his forearms. With one fast pull, he hoists me up with ease setting me upon the truck\'s backseat. I am given no time with my friends.

Stooping down he plucks the rim of my soiled white gown placing it on the truck floor he closes the door softly. I grab my blanket shrouding my shivering body as I tuck my feet under my chest nestling at the edge of my seat by the door.

Phobos wanders to the other side to unbolt the door as he fleetly climbs inside taking his seat beside me. I drive myself further into the door, I do not wish to be unintentionally caressed by the tips of his insatiable fingers.

His two shadows are perched in front of us as the trucks holding a few of his warriors parked ahead of us begin to withdraw which we follow.

His eyes are on me once more, but I refuse to meet them painfully rejecting the totality of his being. He can look at me all he desires, I can never condone him for this. Never.

As we depart I lay my palm against the glass window stating my agonising farewell to my brother and my two females. How do I be resilient at this moment? How do I not falter whilst my haven disappears from my view? I just know it for I can feel it in my veins, in my bones.

Phobos is not carrying me to a new home he built for me as a mate in love would, he is taking me on an uninterrupted path to hell.

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A/N

Hello, my little wolves,

Hope you enjoyed this chappy! Phobos is truly a cruel male is he not? He is a complex character, he does not speak much and does not show emotions either that will both interest and frustrate you. But know that the moon possesses a purpose as to why she picked them to be mates.

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