|Little Red|
"Come on, you're being irrational."
My full body had no business turning as fast as it did. My back makes a small cracking sound, and pain becomes my close friend in no time. I placed my basket down, and dropped my hands to my knees. My lower half was in pain, last night had been a little bit eventful for me. Let's say having a toy in there for hours wasn't exactly fun after I'd first reached that pleasurable edge that made me dreamy an forget that I was in the presence of at least three hundred people.
But the wolf had taken me back home, and he was nice enough to clean me up. Put me to bed also. Then he woke me up, and I was back to being the domesticated house fly with a toy lodged in her again.
He wasn't joking so keeping it there.
Anyways, on this snowy day, with the sun slowly making itself known to us by shyly peeking over the long trees, someone in the market place was arguing.
Mischa had invited me out to shop for some goodies with him while Ozai spent the day sleeping. He was rather happy being away from the rest of the group, and just shopping with me. We said no words but things were fine.
I preferred the silence.
"What was that?" He asked, and I shrugged. My neck moves over the crowd to see if I could spot the person shouting.
"I'M BEING IRRATIONAL? YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY, TO SAY THAT TO YOUR MOTHER?!" Then the sound of a hand connecting with the firm cheek of another person rang out. The crowd, sellers and buyers combined, gasped as though ab atrocious act had been committed.
Mischa and I quickly paid for the rice cakes, and hurried to be a bunch of gossipers.
To my surprise, Petal was the one standing there with her hand to her cheek. A woman that shared a similar physique to her glared. Venom in her eyes, and rage showing on her face and body posture. Petal's sister took a step back, and her husband took one forward. I noticed they were holding hands.
Not Petal and her husband, but the other two.
What did the wolf tell me again? Something something, hot, something deep voice, someone abs?
Shit. Oh fuck me, why wasn't I listening? Oh that is just great. I wanted an orgasm and I forgot important details.
"You shouldn't go around hitting someone's wife." Kyroz stepped in between Petal and her mother.
Like magic, the older woman's demeanor changes into a sickening smirk. Her anger was completely gone. "Oh I'm sorry, which one of my daughters is your wife? The one you're holding hands with, cuddling, fucking? Or the dumb ass that is carrying your last name but isn't getting any affection? Whore or dumbass? Which one?"
Petal flinched, she looked up and gasped once she spotted Mischa and I.
I stupidly raised my hands to wave. What else was I supposed to do?
Kyroz glanced around, from the sharp way his jaw twitched I knew he didn't like his dirty laundry being aired out in public.
"Watch what you say, bitch, or I will-"
"You will what? I'm old. I've already lived my life. I've had two worthless children. My legacy will lie with no one. What will you do to me? What haven't you already done to me?"
Oh wow. I pinched myself when my lips threatened to expose my smile.
"Mother, you're out of line." Petal's sister says. She discreetly untangles her fingers from Kyroz, only to end up flat on the floor once her mother backhanded her cheek.
Now that was when it stopped being funny. Kyroz didn't use his words… and I got to understand what the wolf had meant when he called Kyroz an asshole. My bag dropped immediately, and I ran as he began lashing hit after hit on Petal's mother. She did nothing, her sister did nothing. I was disgusted.
If I was in the position to save my mother- that was the only thought that went through my mind. I grabbed the first weapon I saw, which was a small bat that a little kid was holding on too.
Kyroz was too busy to see the bat coming, but Petal saw it. And she tried to step in between.
It was too late for that. When the bat connected with the side of her husband's face, I heard a deafening growl of pain. He tumbled off the old woman, and fell on top of the other woman on the floor.
Petal's sister yelled, not being able to carry the full weight of the alpha on her body.
I'm not sure why I did that. I can't fight for shits. But just seeing the old lady reminded me of my mother. I got to see her die.
I was a witness to thousands of deaths from my people.
I threw the bat, and dropped to the snow. My fingers were trembling as they grabbed onto the woman's face. Her nose was broken, teeth missing, one of her eyes refused to open at all. She looked dead, but I knew she wasn't.
"You bitch, why the fuck would you do that?" Kyroz growled. I didn't look at him. Instead I turned to Mischa who was already rushing towards me.
"Carry the bags, Adele. I'll take her." I nodded, and we swapped places. We hadn't bought much that morning so I didn't have to carry alot of bags.
Petal reached for her sister, and her husband. She sent me a look.
"What is your problem?" She accused.
I didn't answer. How could I answer? She watched her mother get beaten up, and she could have done something. She could have attempted to do something.
None of them followed us, and we maintained a steady path to an old cottage.
I spotted the adorable house from afar, but the scratching of something against the snow brought my eyes to the side. All I could see was two sets of chicken feet. Large, really large chicken feet moving along the other road parallel to ours. I couldn't make out the rest of this beast because it was covered by the large, tall trees.
Then a swing drops, and someone slithers down. Their feet stomping to the ground. I was alerted by a crow flying up ahead. When I looked back, the chicken feet, the strange man or woman that was about to reveal their face to me, they were all gone.
I shook my head, chucking up the thought to another one of my ridiculous musings. I probably made that up too. But just to be safe, I'll fact check with that book.
Baba. I still have no clue who that person is. Who the fuck is named baba?
The cottage doors open, and a man walks out, a little girl trots next to him with a bowl in her hand.
The man catches sight of us, and rushes over.
When I attacked Kyroz, I remember the feeling of adrenaline and how my whole body got the feeling that there was nothing more important than saving that woman.
The man was polite, and I'll admit- I stopped paying attention to him after seeing that old woman. Everything just seemed bleak. I found a spot to sit, and my mind wandered. Something in my skin was tingling.
Perhaps a warning. By the window was a storu book, and I picked it up.
The little girl in the house immediately ran to me.
Mischa and her father were having a conversation about Kyroz.
"That's my favorite book." She says shyly.
"Oh, Awwn. What's it about?"
"It's old wicked folktales. You know, the scary kind." She whispers.
We used to have a folktale back at home. The princess. If you ever saw a pretty woman singing your name in the middle of the night, run. Run and never look back. That was the most interesting part of our town.
It's all nonsense, but it's scary nonsense.
"What is your favorite out then?"
"Uhhh, it's a German tale. I can't remember her name, but she's so scary. She lives in this house with feets of chicken, or duck, I can't remember."
I had only a moment to bat my eyes before a heavy pounding came from the front door.
All attention rose to that, and I got up to answer it. My mind shoved the chicken feet situation to the back, I'll blame it on coincidence.
"Who's out there?"
"It's Petal. I came for my mother."
"Go to hell, Petal. Your mother is in a critical condition and she's healing." I said through the door. Mischa stepped close to the door as well. I'm more than grateful for his bulky size. He was bigger and taller than Kyroz. So if he was there-
"You open the door right now before things get ugly." Ah, there's the shriveled prick.
I felt bad for Petal. I really did. But seeing how she was more worried about her sister, and husband rather than the old mother of hers who was disappointed by how she was being treated just made me hate her.
I'd trade my left eye for my mother. But I'm just a bystander. I don't know the full extent of their situation.
"Go away, Kyroz. This is the king's mate. Technically your queen. You called her a bitch already, I can't imagine you living past tomorrow."
The silence was very satisfying. For once I'm happy that people fear the wolf.
"Adele, let's talk about this."
But there was nothing to discuss. I know that tone. I know what she's going to ask, and I'd rather not deal with having to yell at her for defending such a pig.
It's not my place. She's a grown woman. I turned from the door, and went over to where Petal's mother was resting on the living room table.
Even with the healing ointment, or whatever this man is using, I can still see this woman's injuries.
It sickens me. What eggs me more, is that I'm more upset at Petal that the asshole who did this.
But I digress, maybe there's something here that I don't understand. I should focus more on my life, instead of others.