Thesis stands, pacing from the doorway to the couch, pondering about the situation most likely. Trance begins to deny my death, but I talk over him.
"How can I defeat a god at my age? I'm not ready and she's sending me on a suicide mission! I want to venture through Loulei's Falls, experience the darker forests of Insolia—and oh," I gasp, tears threatening to fall.
"I want to see the seven moons of Aethera, and swim with the creatures in Aquatica. I have too much to do before I die." A deep sigh resonates from my chest as the dark void of sadness begins to compel me into a chamber of despair.
Trance opens his mouth, then closes it, having nothing to say. He knew I was right, there was no hope of me winning a battle with the weakest god at my magic's immaturity.
"My choices are either you, or death." My voice wavers. Tears linger in my eyes as I face him, glancing into his worried, mauve orbs.
Trance immediately encompasses my hands with his. His warmth soothes my panic, but only for a few moments. "Don't think like that, Damara," he advises with a tender smile. His skin on mine soothes the concern within my nerves, but not within my heart. I suck in the shaky sob as Trance attempts to comfort me.
A smile brightens his features. "We'll have to plan an attack before your Reckoning." His touch calms my heartbeat slowly as I nod, complying for now. I believed he would help me, not because he's my partner, but because he's my friend. We've been through so much as partners and friends, yet that's all we'll ever be.
"He's right!—" Thesis stands still, declaring his agreement— "As much as I 'ate ta ah'mit tis, ta wizar has sum sense." Trance throws the Lycan a scowl, which goes ignored.
Thesis continues, "Theros and I won't allow tem ta do tis ta ya." He walks towards me squatting down to my eye level. Thesis rips my hands from Trance.
"Ya ar' ers now—" his strong hands tighten around mine— "We won't allow ya ta die.. Not now, not eva." He declares with the beast echoing his every word. Thesis only kneeled by my side and held my palms, enclosing them so they wouldn't be exposed.
My breathe caught in my throat at his words. I was startled for a moment before their was movement to my left, and I found Theros crouching down as well.
"They cannot take ya 'way from us, Damara. Ya 'ave er mark.." Theros' eyes venture with his fingertips as they dance across my skin. There were small bits of electrical pleasure coursing through my veins until they discovered their destination; the triquentra between the wolf's eyes.
Thesis' and Theros' eyes told me so many emotions, ones I never thought a Wolvenrian could have. Wickens spoke about the wolves harshly, and I knew most of the stories weren't true; beasts snatching up little girls in the night, killing familiars and butchering gardens, using females only as a breeding source, their world corrupted by greed and power, becoming insane on the full moon, destroying their own families...
But I knew they weren't true.
They couldn't be because if they were, then how am I to explain the emotion lingering in each of their eyes? That spark igniting every time I smile or give them affection is what's beginning to catch my attention about the two wolves. If these two are cold blooded killers and ruthless alphas as they seem to look, then how come they see me and refrain from their current position?
They couldn't be killers..
Yet nothing told me otherwise in their eyes. I saw honesty and darkness, but never rageful emotions—except for the time Thesis saw Trance and I together. They both were desperate and venerable, something no Wicken has seen before in Wolvenrians.
Theros, kind and heartfelt Theros, kneeled before me.
Thesis, savage and selfish Thesis, kneeled before me.
Both dangerous and wild, yet they kneeled to me.
It was then when I realized what and who I actually was to them. Through their eyes, I was a goddess; a masterpiece only for their eyes, and their eyes only. The simple, hard fact crashed through me with a sharp slice. My heart immediately melts between the two wolves' eyes.
I was motivated by their certain gazes to fight for them, just as they would fight for me.
I exhale a sigh. "Okay," the corner of my lips create a crescent moon. "Let's get this over with."