Sal ripped her hands free and lunged. I felt it, her coming, knew as soon as I turned my damn back. It was me or her and I wasn't going to let her harm my baby. I turned just in time, my blade which I had put back on one of my bare legs some time ago, met with her throat, and sliced it clean open. She fell to the ground and bled out.
I closed my eyes. I didn't want to do it. I never wanted to be a killer. Tears came to my eyes and it was useless trying to stop them. But I wasn't going to lower my head, no. I opened my eyes and looked at the other women, "Let her blood remind you that I am a dog, a rabid pregnant dog."
"Seraphin," My mate calls softly,
"But let my tears remind you, that I do have a heart, I do not hate but I will damn sure to kill any one of you who tries to harm me thus harming my child,"
Before this baby, it would be nothing for me to take whatever abuse they thought fit to serve me. But I was trying to learn my place. It was not at their feet as a dog, but ahead as their alpha. It was hard but I was trying. One moment I wanted to shy away and be the dog I had been bred to be and other times I felt the need to dominate, to speak, to hurt, to kill. What the hell was wrong with me?
"Mate,"
I took in a ragged breath and began to walk back, "I'm sorry Zim, I owe you a wife."
He laughed "I'll remember that."
I took my place in front with my mate again and we moved on like nothing happened. No one said a word, and no one stayed behind, well except for the body, it didn't go anywhere.
Noon turned into dusk and it was growing dark "Are we going to travel all night?" I asked feeling weird,
"No,"
We ate as we rode and it was making me sick I think. I rubbed my arms and shivered and I felt my mate growl behind me, "What?"
"You really aren't all human are you,"
"Why do you say that?" I ask slightly hurt,
"Because you can feel it," He whispers,
"Feel what?"
"The black sheep of our pack."
Then I heard a chuckle and everyone stopped.
"More like a black wolf," I heard a woman's voice and it was thick with an island accent. That didn't make sense to me. Then she appeared and she was black-skinned and young-looking. "Why is the prince coming to the banished?" She asked but her eyes stayed on me. I could not stop looking at her mouth as she spoke. I had heard island accents before only because of slave trading. How did she get here?
"Seraphin, this is Cora she is a black wolf, a tracker."
"What have you brought me?" She asked and my mate nudged me to get down. I do and she begins to walk around me, "Where do you come from?"
"Nim," I say without hesitation.
She laughs, "You are no child from Nim, dark skin, dark hair, and those eyes, na child, try again,"
"I, I don't know,"
She stops and her eyes fall on my mark and her face twists, "You mark her prince?"
"I have."
Her eyes moved to him and concern washes over her. She has a ring in her nose and her hair was nothing I have ever seen. Braided all over and so long it drags the ground. I kept looking at her. To me she was beautiful.
"How is dis possible, you don't have it in you."
He leans down and inhales my skin, "You haven't seen her covered in mud."
Her eyebrows shoot up, "Mud, You like dis mud, girl?"
I nod and I watch as her eyes go down and she sniffs and then she steps back, "She with child!"
"Yes, Cora that is why I am here,"
"You must not like dis new mate of yours."
We both look at her with hard faces.
"She cannot carry dis baby, you must remove it,"
I step back into him, afraid. All the brothers are off their horses and holding knives and swords at her words.
"What do you know?" Valan asks her, for the most part, he has been the silent one.
"Know, I know nothing only dat dis girl is not human."
"You're a tracker," Kaggun speaks this time, "Track her,"
Her dark eyes glide to him, "She is not lost fool."
"Arnt I?"
She looks back at me and smiles, "Yes, yes you are aren't you,"
She grabs my hand and sniffs my arm up and down and her eyes roll back.
She opens them, "Perhaps if someone could keep his hands or more, his cock to himself I could smell more."
I blush.
"The best tracker in the world and you can't smell past me?" DaThoren sounds flattered by the fact.
She gives him a flat look, "I forget sometimes dat you have lost all the animal inside you," She lets go of my hand, "He is marking you up good."
"Marking me up?"
She laughs, "Scent marking,"
"But I'm already his and his brothers know I'm his."
"Ah but ye are traveling and you are newly mated,"
My hope of ever finding out is fading because there is a reason he came to her first.
"Desperate times I guess," She takes out a knife and the brothers move forward. Everything happened so fast. A dust of black dirt comes up and swirls. DaThoren pulls me close and covers my face and when it's all done and I look, I almost faint.
There she was in all her glory, a giant black wolf, and behind me is a giant Red Wolf, Red had transformed to what could be a threat.
The black wolf barks but I can't understand her.
"She said she needs blood," My mate speaks,
"Ok,"
But no one moves, "I said ok."
I sigh and take out my knife and cut my own hand. The black wolf smells me, then licks while Red moves back sharply.
Then, in the time it takes me to blink both women are back in human form.
This time Cora looks shocked, I can see the white of her eyes and she stumbles back.
"What is it, Cora?" My mate asks,
But she is backing up more, "You must remove that baby now!"
"Cora?" He says her name again.
"And that mark prince if you know what is good for you!"
"Cora!" His voice is loud and demanding,
"Dark, very dark," She whispers,
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