Borson

Bessa breathes the way she's shaking.

"Do you love her too?" Green eyes locking with the Wild's. Her crushing heartache is felt inside our own chest as the Wild shakes his head at her.

"Mine." A singular thought forms from the Wild.

Teeth sink into the soft flesh, as the doubt clings into her curved spine.

The Wild does his best to push her uncertainty away, she just doesn't believe him. Doubt holds, a gnawing emptiness - even when the Wild promises her the world in his language of love.

Pain pulses with the slowing beat of her heart.

My bones feel the erosion of my mate's hurt.

He holds her in his mouth, teeth dug in deep. He wants her to understand as she falls asleep that he's got her, he's here and he won't be going anywhere. Fingers that were curled in the fur gradually relax their hold. Even in sleep, she is restless. Her body tenses, fingers grip into the fur. She inhales before her breathing becomes deep and regular again. All through the night, this repeats itself and every time she awakes with a gasp clutching her throat, the Wild is there to calm her sleep back down.

The light of day starts to stumble itself through the veil of night. Inspecting the cupboards, nothing is left. Nothing is there. Nothing.

...except.

Underwear, her underwear in the back corner. Looking at Bessa she's still sleeping. Wanting to see if I'm still stirred by her scent. Reaching, bringing the material to my nose. Inhaling a memory."Take them off,"  A blush shades her cheeks pink when her thumbs hook into either side of her panties. Blue eyes stare at mine while pulling them slowly down, revealing the distinct triangle of hair. Perfection I think at that time.

There is no reaction from my body, no response from my cock.

Nothing.

Elska's scent should make me smile, but it doesn't. There is nothing decent that clings to the material anymore.

Nothing holds - nothing remains.

Bessa moves, a stretch to her back.

Tossing the panties in the top cupboard, shutting the door.

Bessa opens her eyes - I can't look away.

There is no smile to greet me with her lips, no shine to her eyes. She holds nothing on her face when she looks at me.

I get nothing from her.

"I need a bucket, I have to wash the stench from the inside of this house." Her chin juts up underneath the covering of her veil. Getting her the things she needs, she begins to wash the walls, clicking her tongue. Eyes roam everywhere.

Looking into the empty cupboards again. Not really believing what I see. Nothing. I see absolutely nothing and I'm afraid for us in a few months that there will be nothing to eat.

"There is nothing there, stop opening the cupboards up." She snaps at me when I go to look inside the pantry.

"I don't think you understand what you've done, Bessa. All the food is gone." Trying to keep the panic out of my voice but there is dread.

We have nothing.

"I don't think you understand what you've done," a break in her sound. Words crack like brittle sticks.

Pain in the center of my chest, the Wild whimpers, my bones soften with the sound of her breaking.

Needing to sit, the long bones of my legs want to give out.

"Didn't she clean the house for you while you two played pretend?" Bessa scrubs at the logs, scouring the wood.

My thought flicks back to a cold winter day before the long winter was to set in. Elska is rushing through the door, her nose red. She shakes the snow off the new fur she made.

"It smells good in here," she inhales."Is that for me?" Her eyes go to my waist, a sly smile curls her lip. I grow underneath her stare. I know what that look is."I don't think I can wait for dinner to be ready, I want something in my belly now."

"She wasn't here to clean the house." Her Warpath stretches itself closer after I've spoken.

"You're right, she was never here to clean the house, that's my job, isn't it? You have a mate to clean for you and a whore to feed, lucky you." Green eyes maul before stinging away as the dirty house water is thrown in my face.

Getting up.

Fast.

Walking towards her, she walks herself back until her back is pressed against the wall.

A hand on its own violation grips the back of her neck, she does not bend to me. Rigid spine, chin up, daring me to look away from her.

Her strength makes the Wild puff himself up, that's his, he thinks to himself.

"All mine..."

"That's the last time you throw water on me, Bessa." Calm, steady, while I have to handle myself being so close to her, touching her. The blood rushes between my legs to the point I feel dizzy.

There is no stopping the need of my fingers to touch her.

"Tell me you understand." Saying this to her while fingering the material over her mark. A deep drive sparks the need to feel her, to hold her, to have her. She nods slowly, quietly, not giving me any of her sounds that my ears hunger for.

Her eyes harden.

I can't let her go.

There is a slow slide of my hand that takes in the curve of her body to rest against her hip, pulling the foundation of her against me.

It's hard to breathe.

Heat surges to liquify the inside of bones.

Stepping away, needing to create a safe space between us.

Breathing better. Still too hot.

Taking off my shirt to clean up the floor. If I don't focus on something else I won't be able to focus on anything but the delicate scent that's starting to leak out her pores. There is a trail of heat where her eyes are looking, penetrating deep into the muscles of my back.

Teeth start to poke through the gums, nails embed into the wood floor.

One glance at her is all I need. I can't help myself, my body lets this female understand what it wants. What it needs. There is a deepness of sound I never knew I possessed. It's an instinct that drives my mimicking growl of the Wild forward. Long slow vibrations of want and desire come out from the base of my chest.

The feeling of the bones slipping, the Wild wants to break the cocoon of skin to mark her again. He wants to hold her in his mouth, feel her skin inside him. Taste her on his tongue. He wants me to have nothing of his female.

Bessa backs away, slowly. She should be cautious right now. I'm trying to fight the Nature within myself. She provokes my primal structure in such an instinctual way that bones shake.

I need her...

By the Moon I need her...

Another deep-throated growl makes it way out. Mimicking the Nature of my Wild.

Unable to not watch her, stalking every move she makes while she cleans the house.

The nothingness of silence swirls around with her movement. She gives me nothing of her voice.

There is also a hunger deep inside her. I can feel the hunger of her. Looking back into the cupboards, there is nothing but emptiness.

No food.

She drinks water without complaining.

"I'll be back soon, I have to get us something to eat."

Not looking at Bessa, leaving quickly.

The wind brings the scent of meat from the trail and it's not long before my hands are bloodied with the kill.

Dirt smudges her cheek, tears streak through the dirt. She smells unwashed. Her eyes are open but at the moment I fear she is blind from the salt leaking from her eyes. My vision blurs.

"I'm sorry, Elska." It comes out cracked. Broken.

Elska collapses to her knees and so do I. We both slap the ground.

Her chest heaves up and down.

The world sways, I cling into the dirt to hold myself steady.

"I'm sorry, Elska." A wail of hurt from an open mouth and a gagging stomach. Nothing comes out of her body, she looks to be completely empty.

Bile is tasted in the back of my throat. I'm afraid that I will always have this lingering taste forever.

"Tell me you love me, tell me you still love me." Her voice crawls on the ground.

"I have to trust in the Moon." Talking through the spaces of my teeth. Biting down hard on the back of my teeth.

"Answer my question, please." Her lips are crack. The sternum of my chest feels fractured. It's hard to breathe. The Wild stretches himself, staring right into Elska's eyes. She looks away for a moment, not able to hold his gaze. A tremor runs through her fingers. I watch them shake while shaking the violently down to shove him deep within the housing of skin.

Pressing the palms of my hands into my eyes, "I have to trust in the Moon." Words can't come out properly. Her mouth is hanging open. She looks shocked.

"I know you still love me. I know it. I feel it here." She's clutching at the fabric of her shirt - against her heart.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

"It matters to me. It matters to me. Tell me that I'm not loved by you anymore. Tell me that you love another." Her shoulders curl inward, neck hanging down, forehead touching the ground.

"I can't tell you that."

Her head lifts from the dirt - eyes wide. Wild.

"Then there is hope for us."

"There is no more us, Elska. There is no hope." I can hardly say this. I can barely face those eyes that I love. Will always love.

"She doesn't even want to be here." Screaming words that don't hold rage, they hold bendable sadness. It wraps around me, suffocating the scream I want to yell back. I want to scream with her. I don't.

"Bessa will accept her place within the pack."

"She might accept her place, but will she ever accept you." The pain is felt within my gut from Elska's words.

"She's my mate and she is the next Luna of the Far North."

"She will never be my Luna. Never." It's flung out with conviction. Her body shakes while raising back up on two feet. She's not stable as she stands.

Neither am I.

"I'm going to fight for you, fight for what you want."

"I want her." The Wild within bristles, flashing pointed teeth towards a female he wants to tear into.

"You, don't mean that."

"I do." Torn words - half-truths.

Elska falls again to the ground. Her eyes hold her instability. Raw bitten hurt edges out from leaking tears.

"Bessa is stronger than you."

"How can you tell."

"I know it. She's stronger than you. She will kill you if you challenge her. Stay away from your Luna." It's me pleading now with her.

"She's not my Luna. She will never be my Luna."

"She's your Luna now. You have to accept it, just like I have to accept this."

The beat of her heart pounds in her chest. I can feel my own beats terrorizing the inside of a cavity that feels empty.

"Touch me," her words cause me to back away.

"I can't. You know that."

"Touch me once. No one will know. I won't tell anyone. Touch me once. Only once and I will hold onto that feeling forever." Her fingers touch her mouth. Dirt now clings to the bottom pad of her lip.

"I can't."

"But you touch her. You touch her!"

"She's my mate, that's allowed."

"But you love me, not her," I say nothing back.

Silence.

"Here," splitting the carcass so they get their share. "You can split it up with the others." Tossing her the share of the kill.

"Is that what I am to become?"Her voice drips down, hitting the ground.

"Become what?"

"Just like them, the others?"

Opening my mouth, not speaking. She waits for my answer.

"It's how it has to be."

"It's not how it has to be." Crazed eyes pulse new life within a shell of gaunt cheeks and messy hair.

"I have to go." Turning from her as her cries follow me back to the house that I built for us.

There is nothing left for us.

There is no future for us.

There is no us.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.