"Let us in, you fucking idiot of a guard," Korū growled. He and Cayne were standing at one of the entrances to Bloodmoon. Shōhei had gone off somewhere to put on his clothes, telling them that they could go ahead first.
The guard just fixed Korū with a stern look, not at all bothered by Korū. "I can't let just anyone in."
"Do you always have this problem coming in on your own?" Cayne queried. Did Korū not smell of Bloodmoon anymore? It should be easy for pack mates to identify each other.
"No, partly because I haven't been here for the past, what, five years?" Korū glowered at the guard as they passed, but said nothing to him because his rank was inferior. "Plus when I did come I was with either my parents or my uncles." He glared at the ground.
"For fuck's sake, I'm Bloodmoon." Korū showed the werewolf the tattoo on the side of his neck, and the guard finally stepped away with a roll of his eyes. "Bastard. C'mon, let's go."
Cayne set his steely gaze on the guard. "We were here just less than a week ago. If your Alpha didn't want me here, do you think I would still be alive?" He asked coldly, stepping around him. "It's a pity you don't even know the ongoings of your own pack."
The guard just glared right back. "I'm just doing my job, Moonlight wolf."
It took all Cayne had to stop himself from punching the guard in the face for using his pack name like an insult. He was proud of his pack and although, as Alina often said, that the name was sissy, which he secretly, grudgingly agreed with, that didn't mean their other achievements weren't worth noting.
He swallowed down his dignity and urge to defend his pack and turned to Korū, "Well, are we going to find Kaito first, or grab all the stuff?"
"Kaito." He answered shortly, turning back to the guard. "Don't insult him, got that?" he snarled. His pupils sharpened to slits as his fist made contact with the guard's stomach. "Or your insides will be strewn all over the place."
"We'll raise his sense of self worth by showing that what they think affects me." Cayne told Korū quietly and started guiding him further into the pack territory before he could throw another punch, leaving the guard groaning in pain.
"Go the other way," Korū hissed suddenly.
Too late.
"Back so soon?" Reiyou drawled. His lackeys surrounded them, more than just the three they'd seen the other day, effectively blocking off any way out with walls of grinning faces and unsheathed weapons. "Anyway." He leaped off the boulder he was sitting on, padding around the two on silent feet. "If I beat you in a fight," to the death, "I can take your place among the Zeta-to-be."
Cayne mindlinked Korū, "Does he get your place if you don't accept?"
"He gets that and my dignity."
"The last time went swimmingly," Cayne muttered out loud. "Are you always itching for a fight?" Earning a scoff from Reiyou.
"Any last words?" Korū asked coldly.
"Last words my ass." Reiyou lunged at Korū with a snarl.
"Stay back, don't interfere," Korū hissed at Cayne, leaping to meet Reiyou in mid air.
Cayne sighed inaudibly and folded his arms, trying to keep them to himself as he watched the scene unfold.
Kaguya poked his head out of Cayne's bag as Korū and Reiyou shifted, locked in a tangle of snarling jaws and gleaming claws. He jumped out and attempted to drag Korū's katana away, blinking when a stray drop of blood splattered on his muzzle.
Cayne sighed and picked Kaguya and the katana up, laying it where Kaguya would have dragged it to. He then used a piece of tissue to wipe away the blood on Kaguya's muzzle, while casually setting him back down, all while keeping an eye on the fight that he wasn't particularly worried about.
He didn't have the right to interfere when a position was challenged, although the situation was normally more formal. At least, that was how it was in his pack.
Both Korū and Reiyou snapped at each other's throats, both sets of teeth closing around the other's neck. They stayed like that for a while, blood dripping from their wounds.
Mental Cayne was taking a stroll to a door nearby Korū's. He knocked on it and said loudly, "Korū and a bitch are contesting for his future Zeta position. On a scale of one to ten, how much should I panic?"
"What?!" Kumori kicked the door open. "Like, eleven, or twenty maybe, 'cause someone's going to die."
"I could guess the last part." Cayne muttered. He wasn't comfortable with his mate being a murderer, but he would make do. It was normal for supernaturals to be brutal, at least to a certain extent, and it was apparently typical behaviour in Bloodmoon. Yes, he would make do. "What do you even want me to do?"
"Get out of there. I'm going over, describe where you're at."
The two very pissed werewolves bit down, tearing out sprays of bright red. Poison green and cold silver eyes glared at each other, both clouding over but neither willing to back down.
"Get out there? Like, literally? Seriously? We just entered the pack from the same forest we came through with Liam and Cole." Cayne said. "How are you even planning to break up a fight for a position?"
"I'm not breaking anything up. They'll turn on you once they're done with Korū, so get out." Kumori glanced at Korū's door. "Oh god."
The two wolves were on the floor, both bleeding out, but only one was breathing. Korū stared up at Cayne with glassy eyes, his blood spilling out in a pool of red.
Cayne teleported his mental self to Korū's mind, away from Kumori. "Stay awake," he whispered, "Kumori and everyone else are in their way."
Then he turned to the lackeys that were gathered around Reiyou's body. "I'm not going to kill you," it's against my conscience, "but I'll make you pay for supporting the foolish." Then he grinned a very Korū-like grin, "Running would be cowardly." He commented as they backed away, taunting, before he pounced in the nearest one, shifting in midair.