[Completed] Four years after KoA, the entire world is at peace yet the scars from Maeve ran deep. Kidnapped one morning, Fenrys finds him self on a new adventure one that leads to torture and the threat of slavery. Along the way he meets his mate, w...
Fenrys's entire body locked up, and his breaths became few.
Time seemed to slow and his knees threatened to buckle.
What is it? Nia asked, as Fenrys stared down the wolf that was the size of a small horse.
Not. Connall.
He had to tell himself.
This wolf's size was a little bit bigger, and it's eyes were lighter. It's fur was filthy, and Fenrys could scent stained blood.
He knew his brother, and this wasn't him.
And Connall was dead, he watched him die.
Fenrys tried to force himself to breathe. Tried.
This was a part of their game.
No doubt intentional. Nia warned him that after two weeks they liked to mix things up. And it had been 16 days since Ornyth. There was only concern and worry coming from Nia, but Fenrys pushed that to the side.
Fenrys...Nia warned, and the wolf started to circle and pace. It's mouth hanging slightly agape, drool slobbering from it's mouth as if it was starved and rabid.
The Black Wolf of Doranelle's death wasn't a secret. How he died, was more so. And unless palace guards went sharing around, then any details pertaining to the death remained a secret.
But the crowd screamed to fight, but Fenrys's grip on the knife threatened to fail him.
Not him. Not him. Not him. Not him. If Fenrys didn't keep on telling himself that, he might crumple to the ground screaming and would let the wolf kill him in his guilt.
Hey, whatever it is. Give it a quick death. It deserves mercy, don't give them the bloody fight they want, Nia said gently, but there was an urgency for Fenrys to get his shit together in her voice.
Inhale. Exhale. Fenrys readied himself. Use this opportunity, don't play into their game.
His toes curled into the dirt ground, positioning his feet into a fighting stance.
As if she knew he needed the encouragement, Nia said, If you don't kill it now, it will continue to be used like this on others. Give it a quick death, give it mercy.
Inhale. Exhale. And the wolf looked ready to lunge at any moment. Connall might have put a knife into his heart under Maeve's orders. But it still felt like Fenrys had killed the Black Wolf of Doranelle, his twin brother, that he loved even if wasn't reciprocated, himself.
But this black wolf, lunged.
Nia
As soon as Fenrys had seen the black wolf in the arena, fear, guilt, and crushing pain was sent down the mating bond at the same time.
Nia understood that pain. The same pain she had when it came to her sister.
But this was an animal, right?
No. It meant more to him than that. And The Furies knew what they were doing as they snickered, when her mate's face paled and stilled.
Then the wolf lunged at impossible speeds.
But despite the near breakdown Fenrys seemed to have, he was expecting, waiting, for this.
As if he knew how the wolf moved, at the angle it would come at, and how it's jaw closed, Fenrys sided step the blow, but raised his leg some so that the chain around his ankle got caught in the maw of the wolf.
Nia's heart jumped as the chain moved with the wolf's momentum, and then was ripped away off of Fenrys. The Furies hands drifted to their weapons, and the crowd roared, as Fenrys now stood chain free, his ankles bleeding some, yes, but even he looked like he was about to have fun.
A smile grew on Nia's lips at the sight of the golden haired warrior that was her mate.
The wolf had shaken off the chain, his jaw snapping as it charged again back at Fenrys.
But again, as if he knew how the wolf's body moved and how it would lunge, Fenrys moved to the side at incredible speed, and in a swift motion, brought the knife down on the wolf's neck, slitting its throat.
Blood sprayed, and the wolf crashed to the ground, dead.
A stunned silence fell across the crowd, even The Furies seemed shocked at what Fenrys just did. There was silence and then--booing.
Nia had never seen someone take down one of their creatures so quickly and easily.
Yet there was no triumph on his face, only pain as he stared at the dead body. The crowd was booing and as if remembering he had an audience, Fenrys quickly composed himself and shouted to everyone, "I would like to thank the idiot who gave me a knife!"
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The perfect Rowaelin song: "Fire on Fire" by Sam Smith
I will fight anyone on that
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