And There Were Wolves

eight | this is me trying

Even though he had told me to run, I didn't. I knew that if something happened to me, my dad would lose his bargaining power so there was no way he would hurt me. Instead, I watched Ryker face-to-face with my dad's wolf.

"You don't want to do this, Atlas," warned Ryker, still in his human form. Atlas seemed to be my dad's wolf. "I know you have been locked out for ten long years, I know you are eager to come out, but you have a clean record, you don't want to taint that. Leonidas will not take you back."

I turned to Ryker, lifting my eyebrow. "Are you scared of my dad's wolf or are you trying to buy yourself some time?"

"Neither," answered Ryker with a frown. "Khrysaor has been in a foul mood and I don't want to kill your father or Atlas."

"Why?" I asked out of curiosity, not because I wanted him to hurt my dad. Although based on what I had read online during breakfast, killing someone's mate was pretty high on the list of ten most unforgivable crimes and would normally warrant a death sentence.

Ryker looked at me as if I had sprouted two horns in the middle of my forehead. "He is your father."

Atlas's growl brought my attention back to him. The copper wolf licked his canines, his eyes were moving back and forth between me and Ryker as if he was trying to decide whether to pounce on him or not. I could tell that he had made his decision when his eyes were focused on Ryker and he widely opened his mouth, his canines protruding and I knew that my dad was no longer my dad. Ryker seemed to notice that too as he turned into his wolf form, his clothes were shredded to pieces. I got away from them just in time as the two wolves, one copper and one jet-black were rolling in the front yard. I raced to the porch and watched them, hoping that these two testosterones would finally realize that they could simply use their brain cells instead of trying to kill each other. Although based on my observation, Khrysaor seemed to be in defense mode, placing his paws on Atlas's shoulders and kept shoving him off now and then, while Atlas kept on attacking him, trying to find a way to sink its teeth into Khrysaor.

I never felt so helpless. This dangerous dancing that they were currently having could end up with one of them being seriously injured. At last, Khysaor shoved Atlas quite hard that it sent Atlas rolling on the ground before hitting the side of Ryker's sedan. Right at that moment, as I watched Atlas slowly rise, I could see in his eyes that he would not stop until Khrysaor was dead on the ground. Shit!

I needed to find a way to stop them from going further so I did what I could do. I ran towards them and right before Atlas could sink his teeth into Khrysaor, I threw myself between the two big wolves which was probably the stupidest thing I have ever done.

"Stop," I yelled at them.

Both of them still had their eyes locked on each other. I could feel Khrysaor's breath fanning the top of my head and the back of my neck. It sent a tingle creeping down my skin. I kept my eyes on Atlas, knowing that if he stopped then the whole thing would end right now but if he chose to continue, I would need to think of a backup plan because I could not turn into a giant wolf, unlike them. "I mean it, Dad," I said one more time.

Atlas looked down, his face approaching mine but I kept my feet rooted to the ground, trying not to move or show any sign of fear while telling myself that deep down inside this furry copper beast, he was still my dad and that he would not hurt me. Although Atlas was unpredictable, he had hurt my arms before and I was not one hundred percent convinced that he would not do it again.

Opening his mouth, Atlas showed off his canines, and I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the worst. Instead, Atlas stuck his tongue out and licked my arm, seemingly trying to coax me and ask for my forgiveness. "Ah, gross! You guys need to stop doing that!"