I Claim Your LOVE

A New Role

When the metallic taste hit the senses of the wolf he was out of his daze at once. He slowly retracted his canines from the  shoulders of Callan and took a few steps back. The sight in front of him broke his heart completely.

Callan was a disaster.

A deep piercing wound was marked by the grazing of the wolfs canines to Callan's flesh. The muscles from the back of his legs were tore open and protruding in an unusual manner. The scars and wounds which decorated his ribs, arms and entire body made him moan in pain. His eyes; the most beautiful feature of the man were brutally attacked. He was barely able to keep them open. The organ bulged abnormally large while the side of one of the eye had a long deep cut extending from the eye to the side of the ear. His jaws were swollen while his bruised lips exhaled air to soothe his body.

Remorse. It was the first thing which crept through the veins of Einar. What had he done? He was supposed to protect his beloved; keep him out of harms way but all he did was to bring him on the brink of endangering his life. Callan was left bruised; battered; destroyed just because Einar had to do his damn duty. With a heinous deed as such, how was he supposed to face the moon? 

This compelled Einar to have a moment of weakness before giving up his control entirely to his wolf.

The blood shot eyes of the wolf gripped its entire body in a faint red mist. The animal was elated. It had been years since he was this close to his mate. He sniffed the aroma and a smile made its way as he snickered. However, the wounds and bruises all over his mates body made him worried. He was agitated, infuriated when he saw the state he was in. He quickly stuck out his tongue and decided to lick Callan's wounds and heal him. He stepped near his mate the next instant but out of fear of his life Callan flinched and slid his body backwards.

This action only made the wolf more determined. However when he stepped ahead, he growled in jealousy. Callan's body was reeking of a mixture of different smells. It was the smell of all the people he had been in fight today. It brought the possessive side of the wolf to the fore and he decided to mark his mate then and there.

He growled in annoyance before circling his mate; sniffing him, licking him on occasions. All the while Callan was in pain and was mostly unaware of his surroundings. The wet snippets of the wolfs saliva in between were embarrassing him and he wanted to stand on his feet and leave the place at once. Just as he thought the worst was over, he could feel the wetness of a hot liquid with putrid smell dampening his body. The fluid started from his legs and was now reaching his torso before gargling his mouth. The wet hot liquid was burning his body while his pain intensified.

And then he took a whiff.

Callan was mortified, frozen to the spot. He felt traumatized. He couldn't believe it had happened to him and in front of everyone too. He could hear the screams, he could hear the cruel laughter soaked in his embarrassment.

He was being humiliated.

For the wolf it was nothing out of the normal. He was marking his territory in the most barbaric way possible. The way he knew. It had been the way of the wolves before they civilized. What he failed to understand was with changing times, urinating on a person was considered as an act to defame someone; to degrade him, demean him to the lowest.

Callan's head was spinning. It was a painful new memory rooted deeply within the depths of his mind. People would never forget this, he would be reminded of this moment till the day he died. A thousand unpleasant thoughts ran through his mind right now; from settling to another land to ending his pathetic life. 

Callan closely gripped his eyes for he was too ashamed to face the world. His unshed tears were burning his soul. As if his pain was not enough the skies cried, bawled the agony inside of the man; pouring drops of relief, washing his scars, washing his blood and washing away the putrid smell of the demeaning liquid.