Alpha Vincenzo P.O.V.

I watched as her eyes rolled back, she hit the ground instantaneously. Clearly too weak to handle the trap.

Ezekiel began to howl loud enough to bust my ear drums.

I began to pace around, trying to fight off the urge.

STOP you stupid wolf SHUT UP!

I fisted my fingers through my hair trying to fight off a mid-shift, the key word here was 'trying'.

ARGHHH

I was pacing earlier to gain control, as the moment she got caught, Ezekiel began to howl.

If it were up to him, I'd have shifted the instant she fell into the damn trap. But I can't, she's simply a filthy nuisance one which was clearly stupid enough to fall into a trap.

I began to turn back to face her I could feel my nose transforming into a snout, my body began to slowly convulse.

"Ahhhh stop! Yo—", before I could finish my arm turned at an sickening angle cracking out of place. Growling I fell to the ground soon my left leg twisted out in front of me, in place of my foot a black paw shot out. 

"I told you", I breathed out "She is nothing more then a—", my teeth began to elongate quickly piercing my tongue leaving droplets of crimson to run down my chin.

I was out of breath trying to fight the shift, Ezekiel was determined to run to her, I tilted my head up looking at the pathetic rogue, she laid there lifeless her chest rising and falling so slowly she'd surely be dead soon. 

I smirked, yes dead a better place then being anywhere near me. Mates, what a ridiculous concept. Something completely useless, and a Rogue the most disgusting race of all.

Growling Ezekiel pushed me aside, don't you dare! I shouted.

Watch me human, Ezekiel sneered.

Claws began to grow out of my palms, "Ahh!". Force shifts, were the most painful forms of shifts. Only the most powerful wolves had the abilities to push aside their carriers and come to the surface in full.

I've never been through it before, I've always tamed Ezekiel, the ropes were always in my hand... never his.

The claws dug deep into the earth, leaving no trace of grass. Ezekiel roared to life, his growls echoing through the forest walls. The tall trees bristled by, the undergrowth shaking beneath... his in control now.

The wind picked up whirling around the Rogues scent, Ezekiel growled falling onto all four paws. He pushed his paws running to the Rogue, he immediately began to scan her body halting at the source of crimson.

Huffing Ezekiel, moved backwards and stood rooted to his position staring at the oozing blood.

The metallic stench filled the air, masking the fresh lively scent of the forest. The claw bit into her flesh, attacking each layer of skin and penetrating through her bones. She continued to lay motionless, her small breathes escaping her lungs and filling the forest.

Ezekiel crouched forward pushing his snout onto her leg, he quickly began to snarl baring his sharp teeth. Opening his snout, he lunged forward biting into the claw.

Placing one paw onto her leg he began to tear into the claw. The silver creating a burning hiss on both his paw and snout. But it didn't stop him, the pain a non-existent feeling, his focus was on saving the damsel in distress.

He bit into the claw again while pushing his paw against her leg. The coppery blood soon coating his teeth and sticking to his fur. He shifted his weight from one paw to the other, then bit fiercely into the screw. All the while the pain intensified, the silver burning through fur, filling the air with a smell of burnt flesh.

*Clank*

What was that?

Ezekiel huffed, nudging a large piece from the claw off the Rogues leg. He lifted the rest of the claw slowly and tossed it aside as though it didn't burn his flesh.

Without the claw the Rogues injury was clearly exposed, the damage quite visible showing the indentations and open flesh.

Ezekiel howled in agony, clearly distressed seeing the full extent to her injury. He crouched down next to her ankle, and soon began to lick the wound.

The coppery crimson filled his mouth, her blood lingered at the tip of his tongue. Her weak Rogue blood, invading his blood stream and coating it with her tainted self.

Ezekiel continued to gently stroke his tongue against her flesh, the mere act so intimate I could no longer watch. I averted my eyes, my mind reeling with anger his going to pay for this, each passing moment a reminder of the control which slipped through my paws.

Being powerful not only strengthened me, but my power also transitioned into my wolf creating a more powerful and dangerous creature.

A creature who obeyed most of my commands and followed suit with my ideas. At least he did so, until she came into his world, his heart quickly stolen, and mind erased leaving only traces of her presence.

A mumbling sound shifted my focus, I looked back down at the Rogue the wound almost gone her flesh closing up and intertwining within it-self.

The healing power of mates.

Beta.

Alpha?

No Ezekiel. Meet me at the border and bring a doctor.

Ezekiel quickly cut the link; fuck now I have to explain to my Beta what Ezekiel was doing at the forefront.

He moved his snout under her back slowly rolling her to her side, he soon began to lightly bite her dress lifting her onto his back. He stood up slowly, looking back at the rogue to ensure she never fell off.

He soon began to trek forward, keeping his movements slow and steady. The leaves crunching against his paws and kicking up any rock which lay still. He was set on a path determined to reach the border, there was nothing stopping him now.

Something suddenly tugged onto his fur, his ears perking up legs faltering to a stop. A gentle tug came again, though this was clearly from the fur on his back, the wolf slowly craned his neck to the side eyeing the Rogue curiously.

"MmmMmm", the Rogue mumbled.

The Rogue's hand quickly fell to the side, dangling lifelessly on Ezekiel's side.

Ezekiel growled a loud. Pushing his paws forward sensing the change in the Rogue.

There was no time to lose.

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