”Get your paws OFF him!” Noah roared and pushed Yeshuas opponent hard to the ground. The greyish wolf made a low shriek as it struggled to get back on its feet, before transforming into its humanform.
”Trying to play mister tough guy now Noah?” A male voice said.
Noah turned around with a growl.
”It's against the law to have fightings. Pup's are not fully developed to understand their own bodies.” Noah said harshly. ”You know that... Conor.”
The man chuckled huskily.
”We don't follow the law, we're (the) lawless', remember?”
Noah tightened his jaw.
”Why don't you come and play sometime Noah?” Conor grinned. ”It would do you good to release all that anger you've got stored up there.” He pointed at his own head. ”For old times sake as well.”
Noah glanced at Conor disapprovingly and grabbed the color of Yeshuas shirt, dragging him along.
”Ooh you'll be punished now, Yeshua.” Sly said mockingly and scoffed. His grey eyes filled with excitement. ”Alpha has come to get youuu, hehe.”He howled.
Conor snorted with dissatisfiction and hit Sly hard in the neck. Sly whined quietly lowering his head to show his packmaster he'd done wrong. Conor turned his eyes back to Noah.
”If you're not here to fight, then get the hell out of my territory.” He shooed them off with a nonchalant wave.
Noah narrowed his eyes harshly, wishing he could finish Conor off right there and then. He knew he could, he was far more experinced with his wolfform, he was older, stronger. He could take Conor on, slay him in seconds, but he wouldn't. He had changed, he was an alpha now, he needed to be a leading example to his packmembers, to the next generation. He wasn't the sloppy butcher he had once been. He was a changed man, all thanks to his queen.
Conor knew very well who Noah was, who he had been. But this didn't stop him from provoking and humiliating the stronger one in front of their youngsters.
Yeshua followed Noah in behind the tall threes, ashamed for letting himself be lead on by such nonsense, puppyfighting... who did he think he was? He did not belong among those brawlers, he didn't want to be one of them. He wanted to be as respected and powerful as his leader. One day he too would become an alpha, he hoped. But for now he would just keep his guard down when not needed in fights and he would follow Noahs example as he did now.
”Coward.” Conor muttered as he watched the backs of the two men disappear in to the fog.
He faced Sly and Zeph, his eyes were furious. Moving fast he grabbed Zeph by his short hair and threw him to the ground. The boy whimpered.
”Didn't I tell YOU not to let anyone near this place? Huh?” He started walking towards Zeph who's eyes reflected fear and horror. ”Didn't I tell you specifically NOT to let the Noah pack in?! Didn't I?!” He kicked Zeph hard in the stomach. Sly shuddered as he heard the creak of the ribs break. ”IM the alpha, remember?! Which means, I make the rules! I decide, you listen! Understand?” He bent down and grabbed Zeph's chin with one hand. Zeph closed his eyes. Conor beant down closer and whispered in the boys ear. ”I rule, you obey. I rule, you obey...” He quickly let go of Zeph's chin and the boys head fell back on the ground with a thump, his forehead was covered with sweat. Sly watched his leader walk away before rushing to Zeph's side.
”Are you okay?” He asked carefully.
”What do you think?” Zeph hissed and got up his feet. He brushed the dirty off his clothes and looked in to the direction where Conor had walked. ”I swear, one day, I'll kill him.”
They had walked in silence every since they'd left Conors meadow. So far Yeshua hadn't deared to walk any closer than 7 feet (2m) from Noah and he hadn't opened his mouth once, thus the endless silence. The soft breezed played innocently in Yeshuas sandy blonde hair. Noah suddenly cleared his throat.
”Im, sorry.. for being kind of aggressive before.” He cleared his throat once more.
Yeshua looked down as he walked.
”I, was just.. I didn't want you to get hurt.”
When Yeshua didn't reply him Noah turned to face him. His strong face, usually carrying equally strong eyes now looked at the young one softly, almost smiling. Yeshua stopped a few feet behind him.
”Still, why did you go there?” Noah said with a little sigh.
”I, don't know...”
”You're well aware you're the youngest, therefor you should know whenever you disappear you make your alpha panic, and the rest of the pack off course.”
Yeshua bit his lip, starting to scrape in the dirty ground with his foot.
Noah chuckled quietly.
”You should have seen Malox's face when he heard you were gone. He started running around like a maniac, ordering everyone to go out and look for you. That old man should calm down a bit more than he does.”
Yeshua couldn't keep himself from letting the little smile on his lips show.
”I won't be forgetting the haunted look on his face for a while. That's for sure.”
”So.. you're not mad at me?” Yeshua said carefully.
”Off course I am!” Noah said sternly. ”What alpha wouldn't?”
Yeshua shifted his gaze back towards the ground.
”But...” Noah said with a warm, teasing grin. ”Im glad I found you. If I hadn't, Malox would probably had driven me mad with his strange rescuing plans. Finding you will save me a lot of awaken hours.”
(Bild 1: Detta är Malox för mig, modellens namn för den som undrar: Ben Hill.)
(Bild 2: Minstingen Yeshua i sin vargform. Bild 3: Yeshua i människoform, modellens namn: Ian Denig. The face of a model is the sorce to my inspiration. Good night.)
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