( now, we all have no name so I'm going to leave it a secret for now until mom and dad name us, but I will say that suddenly six more of us appeared and that would make 9 in total if you include Sroka, Lachlan and me. What was dad thinking going all the way when he said he would stop? Well anyways Odin literally just said no! But Odin was also chopped up in pieces right now or so was the intent.)
The beta's twin sons returned across the Bifrost, carrying their father's lifeless body. Their moods were somber, their steps heavy. Heimdall stood silently, watching the entourage approach. Though he'd heard nothing from Odin, he decided to let them pass. Grief hung in the air like a storm cloud.
The younger twin, his tattooed arms bulging as he adjusted his grip on the body, glanced up at Heimdall. "Where do they go when they fall from the Bifrost?"
"Niflheim, most likely, my young master," Heimdall replied patiently.
"Will they return?"
"Odin will certainly."
"And the others?" His voice grew colder. "I don't want them to return."
"What about your sister?" Heimdall asked, his tone sharp with disapproval.
The boy shrugged, the movement casual but loaded with disdain. "I guess so."
"You should have more love for that child," Heimdall said, his golden gaze narrowing. "She isn't at fault for being the daughter of the alpha."
"If it means she'll rule this pack instead of me," the boy said firmly, "then I don't care about her."
Before Heimdall could respond, the older twin punched his brother's arm. "I'm the one who'll be alpha. I'm older than you."
The younger twin sneered, flexing his muscles. "You'd be a scrawny alpha."
Heimdall sighed, opening the Bifrost with a wave of his hand. "Brothers, fighting amongst yourselves will only bring war."
"Then so be it," the younger one said, his eyes narrowing as he turned to his brother. "I'll be alpha now, and if you challenge me, I'll kill you."
The older twin's laughter was harsh, a sharp contrast to his brother's simmering rage. "Kill me? With what, little brother? Your oversized fists and a half- sized brain? Strategy wins wars—not brute force. Father trusted me to make the poison for the vampire beast. And if you're wondering why the beast ate him? His plan didn't work…" His voice dropped, razor-sharp. "Because I replaced the blood with father's."
The younger twin froze, his jaw tightening as realization dawned.
The older twin leaned closer, his voice low and venomous. "Don't cross me, and I'll let you stay. Cross me, and you'll follow Father to Niflheim."
Heimdall watched the exchange, his heart heavy with sorrow. The brothers were tearing each other apart before his eyes, and the weight of their father's body seemed to pale in comparison to the burden of their hatred.
"Oh Linus," Heimdall murmured under his breath, his gaze fixed on the Bifrost. "Where have you gone? You can't possibly leave a pack in this state."
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"Step back young masters." Heimdall commanded, his booming voice vibrating the very room, causing the bifröst to shimmer its iridescent colors.
Then he spread his legs to get a firm stance and jammed his golden sword into the center of the room where the bifröst from all the realms met. The possibility of all nine doors to open with just a turn of his key was astonishing. But Midgard was in the middle, so when he turned the sword slightly, the floor below them began to disolve and suddenly the boys and their father's body were falling, then the sensation of falling disappeared and once again they were traveling through the bifröst at incredible speed.
As the floor dissolved beneath them, the sensation of falling consumed them. Wind tore past their ears, a deafening roar that drowned out every thought. Colors twisted and spiraled around them, streaks of blinding light racing past like stars collapsing into voids. The weight of their father's body seemed to vanish in the chaos, yet its presence lingered like a phantom pulling them downward.
Then, just as suddenly, the sensation of falling stopped. The roaring wind was replaced by an oppressive silence, and they were suspended in the swirling currents of the Bifrost. For a brief, breathless moment, everything felt still.
Then came the impact.
They landed with immense power, nearly breaking their legs once again and they had returned to the courtyard of the estate.
"Like I said," the older twin asserted, "I am the alpha now and you will not challenge me or find yourself dead by morning."
The younger twin nodded, his wolf boiling with anger
The courtyard was silent for a moment, the weight of the beta's death and the tension between the brothers sinking into the air like a thick fog. Then, one by one, members of the pack began to step forward. Their eyes lingered on the body of their fallen leader, their grief evident in their bowed heads and solemn expressions.
An elder spoke first, his voice trembling with sorrow. "The beta will be honored as he deserves. Prepare the pyre. Tonight, we mourn."
The pack moved quickly, their steps purposeful as they began the grim task of preparing for the burning. Torches were lit, casting flickering shadows against the estate walls.
The younger twin stormed off to his room while the pack organized a burning for the fallen beta so he wouldn't become a vampire, the twin's absence was noted by the pack as the older one prepared for his recognition as the new alpha. It was evident that he would not have a challenge for the spot this time like Sirius had. No events or battles would be organized. All of that ended with Linus who should have just chosen Sirius as alpha and not accepted question. Sirius would have chosen a beta of his own and none of this would have happened.
As he stormed into his room, his wolf clawed at the edges of his mind, seething with frustration. Rage boiled in his chest, but what could he do? His brother had already proven he wasn't above using poison to secure his throne. A challenge wasn't just foolish—it was suicide.
His eyes fell on the egg, its surface faintly gleaming in the dim light. A strange calm settled over him. Was it a distraction from his brother's achievement? Payback? Or just another mistake waiting to happen?
Knowing the strange creature that Sirius had become, he now wondered if the egg was a fabrication or not. He opened his computer to a webpage called runes marketplace and clicked sell.