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Only the purest of souls are able to shatter the chains of hate.
---TWC---One week had passed since that wretched meeting.
One week had passed since the news of that wretched "thing's" existence.
One week had passed and Théoner was no less pissed off than when he was at that wretched meeting, being told that he had to have that wretched thing here...
...with his pack,
...at his home!
"ARGHH...Damn you Maûrott!"
Théoner cursed loudly, slamming a closed fist through the top of the mahogany desk as he rose from his seat.
He had been cooped up in his den since arriving home from the Kingdom three days ago, trying to process what the hell had happened at the councillors meeting.
Pissed off didn't even come close to describing how Théoner felt about the whole "Human" thing.
The absolute gall of Maûrott and his infernal decision regarding the Human had Théoner so enraged that his canine teeth extended to their full length. Sharp fangs pierced through crimson gums in an act of such violence, that the aftermath spewed out through cracked lips...blood staining the corners of his mouth. The instinctive urge to hunt had the knife-like barbs permanently protruding out.
Hot saliva dripped down the crescent shaped fangs and spilled over his hard lips like a waterfall. The Alpha's nostrils flared with every tempered breath he so angrily took and his whole body was covered in a thick coat of jet black hair, pricked and stiff resembling an 'all over' crew-cut. Théoner was on the brink of completing the change from man to beast, a process he had been struggling to keep under control over the past week.
The very thought of a Human alive was one thing but having it reside within the walls of his home, amongst his people, incited such an intense range of emotions that involuntary deathly growls rumbled deep from within the Alpha's chest every time Maûrott and that "thing" entered his mind....which at this point, was constantly.
Alpha Théoner was beyond pissed off.
In the hallway outside the Alpha's den, Tälon paced up and down, flinching with each step he took as he was subjected to the sounds of wooden furniture being torn apart along with glass and ceramic objects shattering. The chorus of bangs, crashes and growls was equal to that of a Tornado, ranking 5 on the Fujita, spinning out of control within the confines of the four small walls.
Tälon knew his Alpha was exceedingly mad and anything in his path took the brunt of his anger; bookshelves, vases, pictures frames and the like. He also knew to keep the heck away from his Alpha's rage. While Théoner saw red, everything was fair game until he was able to gain some semblance of self-control and see sense again.
Holding the position of Beta in the Pack, Tälon had the duty of standing guard outside his leader's den until he was required inside to discuss the Human. But standing still was near on impossible when the den's door was being pummelled by objects unknown, thrown against it with enough force that the panelled door started to splinter from the internal attack.
It was now late afternoon on the third day home from the Kingdom and although tired from his posting, Tälon was prepared to stand outside his master's den and wait for his Alpha, for however long it was required of him. He wasn't necessarily thrilled about it, all things considered but he would do so regardless.
Besides his duty to his Alpha and to his Pack, Tälon understood Théoner in a much deeper level than just that of the fair and respectable leader that he was, the two men were good friends and shared a bond few knew about. If the tables were turned, Tälon had no doubt whatsoever that Théoner would wait until his Beta was ready, however long it took.
As Tälon kicked away a few small shards of wood that had broken off from the door and had fallen into the hallway, the den door creaked open a fraction alerting the Beta that his Alpha required his presence inside.
Shock was clearly written all over Tälon's face as he entered the den. He quickly hid his reaction from Théoner but not quick enough it would seem as Théoner raised a single brow questioning his second in command. Nothing got past the Alpha's skilful gaze.
Tälon was flabbergasted with the amount of destruction and debris that greeted him as he crossed the threshold and closed the door behind him. The door frame rattled as much as his hand did when securing the lock of the den's door.
The solid mahogany desk that had been passed down from Alpha to Alpha was now twisted and broken, leaning on a sickening angle in the direction of where Tälon stood. The desk teetered, standing now on only three legs. The forward right post had been snapped in half, most likely from a hard swift kick.
Books lay scattered across the floor. Some opened, some closed and some torn to shreds. The bookshelves from which they came were completely destroyed, not a single shelf left intact.
Antique vases that held the most fragrant roses of the Realm had been toppled over onto their sides, chips missing from around the rims. The dead and decaying flowers spewed out from the mouths of the cracked urns and hung limp. The carpet underneath the crumbling flower heads was stained a dirty yellow by the rancid water.
The den was a complete wreck, total destruction. Théoner had never been this angry before and it had Tälon feeling more than a bit concerned.
"Alpha?" Tälon meekly questioned.
He really didn't know what to say at this point but he felt the need to break the ice as Théoner wasn't forthcoming with any conversation.
The two men looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time and in Tälon's case, he was.
Théoner took a deep breath, finally able to calm down enough to gain some perspective. His canine teeth retracting and his fur vanished to reveal smooth, tanned skin, stretched tightly over a well toned, muscular frame. Beads of sweat trickled across his back and shoulders, evidence of the heat created by such an intense rage.
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Hmm....yeah, I'm sorry you had to witness that."
Théoner began to explain himself.
"But I've been going over every scenario possible in the past few days and no matter how I turn it around, I keep coming back to the same answer...."
Tälon was trying to keep up, he was still adjusting to the catastrophe of his Alpha's den to even attempt to comprehend what his leader was talking about.
Théoner hadn't spoken a word to anyone after being told that the Human was to return with The Reythyra Pack and that was a week ago. The four day journey home from the Kingdom was excruciating as no one spoke, even their mind links were off limits as Théoner had vowed to rip heads off bodies if anyone talked.
Tälon assumed there would be some small talk, a debrief at least before the serious stuff was put on the table as his gaze wandered over to the broken desk devastated.