FORBIDDEN

6. The Hunt

The mutt had escaped again, Jeremy burst out of the spell and watched them fly away. He grabbed one of his minions by the hair and tossed him into one of the trees.  The man groaned upon impact, there were a few black hairs in his hands which had ripped out of the man's skull, Jeremy brushed his hands together to get rid of them as he did that. he noticed his grandma approaching next to the man he had thrown, she stopped for a second to observe the man on the ground before resuming to hurriedly walk towards him.

Fiona almost tripped upon approaching him. He noticed how frail she was, a weakling but that was not why she had been cast out, she easily ran her mouth and had spilled a lot of secrets. They should've killed her but she was helpful when it was not their secrets she was spilling.

The approach finally ended as she dropped down at his feet holding on to his trousers. 

"I called as soon as they arrived." She announced.

The only reason she'd say that was if she didn't. He'd always knew she had a soft spot for Jarvis, the name disgusted him. He wondered how such a stupid woman had given birth to his father, the great one and leader of the clan. It was embarrassing. There was no reason to confront her about it right now, she was unimportant.

He gave no response as he shook her off him, he had his own problems to worry about now. She had been in his arms, he could've left but his pride had made him wait. He'd wanted to see the pain on his brother's face and it had cost him. 

Begrudgingly,  he opened up a portal as he started to go through it he heard his grandma who had not risen from the position he'd shook her off him to. "Please give him this."

Head bowed, she stretched out a letter towards him which she had fished out of her clothing. 

He directed one of his men to get for him and swept his attention off her addressing his men. 

"You have all been completely useless today, let's go after them."  He sighed as his tracker, Jaren began to sniff the air but took a while to find the trail, they really were useless, he finally whistled towards a direction, they all caught the scent almost at the same time. They could not go on their two feet, his brother was flying and he was sure he was going to put as much distance between them as possible; he signaled to his men his intentions through their mind link as they  morphed into four legs and began the hunt leaving his grandma behind without thought.

The night was falling but they were getting closer, the trees around them whistled and the night air chill could be felt in his bones, he shook off his fur to shake off items which had gotten stuck from the forest which they had passed through. They had suddenly stopped because the trail had gone cold, he walked around in different directions trying to catch even a hint of one but there was nothing. 

The forest was rebeling against him, helping his brother, the trees had gone quiet, the trees had made use of the wind to blow away the scent. He howled into the night expressing his displeasure as his men gathered around him. They would sleep here tonight, there was a limit to the help the trees could provide, as morning grew the scent would reappear and he would be ready. He willed his brother to wait, he would be seeing him soon, running around a bit on the dirt he prepared the ground to sleep on. His man formed a circle of protection around him, daylight would approach soon and they needed to build up the strength they had lost.

Jaren woke him up with a nose poke, and a head nod. The scent was back, he quickly shook himself off before howling to his men and they took off at a high speed, there was no time to waste.

They had almost caught up, he could feel them as they burst into the clearing, there was no one there but they had just been here, he knew it, could smell them, quickly changing back to his human form.

He could not believe they had escaped again. He looked at the fire which was still burning but was slowly dying had traces of magic emanating from it. Greater magic than that had been used here he could taste it in the back of his throat. He turned around to the forest shouting so so the leaves would carry his threat 

 "You protected him and now you will share in his future fate." 

The tress should know not to mess with him, that was their mistake but, they would feel his anger.

 "Burn them down all the trees with their stupid spirit and faeries and whatnot" He instructed his men with a wave before turning back towards the fire and taking a knee.

He muttered a simple spell,

 "Pokaži mi ovde"

He wanted to see what had happened here. He burst out laughing, his original sour mood turned in a swift instance as the fire brought to light the act the little brown whore had performed on his brother. He would sure have fun planting as much of his seed as possible into her, turn her into a fucking plantation.

His smile faded as I saw the portal just close up, there was only one place his brother could have gone to. His face went white as he opened up a portal back to his father immediately to give report. His men would find their way home after completing his orders.

Jeremy walked through the portal, letter forgotten as he approached the throne room. His father was one of the strongest supernaturals to walk the planes of the realms and it had not been handed to him, he had worked for it. He had defeated many other wolf clans and absorbed them building the one true clan, "NightWalkers".

It had been a right decision as they had been picked off before due to how distributed the ware wolves had been in all their different clans but now they were a force to be reckoned with and this was the empire he was going to inherit and nothing was going to stand in his way. 

The sense of power that flowed through him as he walked the streets and the people acknowledged his power made his heart swell. 

As he approached the throne room, a building dark as the night with inscriptions scattered all around the entrance, he felt a chill go through him. when he was a child, this was the place he had dreaded the most, it seemed out of a horror show and decades later, it still gave him the same vibes. This place had been constructed upon the sacrifice of the people who had opposed his father. The blood called out trying to snatch souls but the witches who had bound them had done a good job. 

He walked into the dimly lit room and his father where his father was alone sprawled across his iron throne with one leg thrown over an arm and a cup filled with what he assumed was spirits in his hand. It was a cup carved out of the skull of a deformed child, his sister who had died at birth. It was his favorite. His father's behaviour was atrocious but no one dared challenge him, it spoke volumes to the kind of person he was and why Jeremy's footsteps grew slower as he approached. 

He fell to his knees in front of the throne and cast his eyes downwards as was expected. 

"I have failed you father, they escaped." He spoke out loud and clear and waited for the backlash. He wanted to add that he would get the girl soon but his father was not one to speak such to. He only wanted to know what had happened and not what you were planning to do to fulfill his requests as he called them.

His father's cup ra0ttled against his skull before bouncing off, he had heard him throw it and could've moved out of the way but he didn't dare. The footsteps of his father approached him,

"Stand up." he heard the deep husky voice command him.

Slowly he rose to his feet and looked up at his father, his intense blue eyes clashing with the deep  yellow ones in front of his wich his brother had inherited. Quickly, Jeremy cast his eyes down again as they burned into his requesting dominace which he gave freely.

His father moved his lips close to his ear before whispering. 

"Find them."  before sweeping his cup off the floor and walking back to his throne, pouring himself another drink.

Jeremy did not need a soothsayer to predict his future if he did not do as commanded...requested. His father had just threatened him and so as he spoke his next words, fear overtook his soul and a took a few steps back before muttering

"Father, I think they crossed over to Corshos."