Do not trouble 'trouble', if 'trouble' doesn't trouble you
-Trinidadian quote, translated into formal English
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Deimos POV
She didn't have to do that for me. . . Protect me.
I wasn't worth saving anyways.
I sighed, getting up from beside Elliot's unconscious form. I didn't even bother to look at the cursed wolf. My eyes were only on the little she-wolf, who's eyes were squeezed shut as she slept, with damp streaks of freshly fallen tears staining her reddened cheeks. Her hands were balled into fists and pulled closely towards her chest, with her legs also following suit.
She strangely reminded me of a little fetus.
Finally, I found the will to look away and stare at the other wolf ahead of me. I scratched the side of my face lazily and sighed when the memories of Elliot defending me came back to me. "She's a reckless one, that she-wolf. Even after I warned her about trusting, she still comes along and does something like this. . . Reckless indeed. I should teach her a thing or two about following her survival instincts", I shook my head. I turned to her one more time and my lips curled upwards in slight amusement, before my stoic expression took over once again. My wolf seemed to pace within my mind, trying to process and examine our new environment and also our new threat.
Threat.
I suddenly felt a pulse within me. Something that I had not felt before.
An even stronger feeling came through me, one that I almost couldn't control. The moment I looked towards Thaddeus' form, I felt it.
The bond.
It was raging, burning, fuming. As soon as it felt the presence of that man, it thrashed and burned within me like an uncontrollable furnace.
It wanted his blood. . . Everywhere. Deep within the earth, all across the trees, staining the very snow that had fallen, even the snow yet to fall. I suddenly wanted to rip him apart.
"Big brother? Why are you choking me?"
I did not even realize that I lunged towards him. That I had wrapped my fingers around his neck and lifted him in the air. . . all in a single second. "Big. . . brother?" I squeezed him tighter as he spoke, my fingers locking off all the airways in his throat.
Blood.
I needed his blood. I needed atonement.
Elliot. Her tears. Her sniffles. Her growls. They were all I could hear. It was all I could see.
Elliot. He hurt her.
Him.
With a large snarl, I squeezed with half my strength, snapping his neck instantly, causing his blood to spray out of the breaks in his skin. His head snapped to the side and bobbed limply. . . but I knew he wasn't dead.
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