Chapter Eleven
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The wind picked and swept pass to the tune of the fat silence that had fallen rather unceremoniously.
Splush waited.
And so did Vincentia, counting the moments as she waited for -. She knew not. She tried never to deal with the gnawing and bagging mate bond. Even though it seemed she hadn’t the Arsenal for this battle and the mate bond packed quite a punch.
Perhaps…
She began to speak when a sharp voice cut into her mind, in the verge of panic and sheer hysteria.
Your attention is needed here, Beta, the voice she now recognised with a grim look demanded. It’s urgent and I’m about to lose my damn mind.
“But who isn’t?” Splush mumbled, lending voice to Vincentia’s thoughts.
“You think it’s trouble?” Selena asked.
“Augusta in my mind is trouble enough,” Splush ground out. “Trust me, I know,” she finalised with long fingers splayed over her heart. She flicked a gaze at Vincentia. “You going or not?”
“Attend to this first,” Selena, the voice of ultimate reason, said: “and then stew on your mate issues with a glass or two:”
Splush nodded firmly once. “Uhuh. What best way to lend rise to the thoughts one would rather want banished but lack the powers to than in the flood of alcohol?”
Selena’s Mona Lisa face accompanied a tiny squeak.
She didn’t blame her at all, Vincentia mused. As a fix, it was becoming increasingly arduous to locate a mate in the midst of higher predators who still haven’t gotten quite used to having the smaller predator in their midst. But Selena had spent every staying moment proving her own mantle and she had rightly carried every and any status she had attained.
Vincentia arrived the outpost with her small entourage and in time to deflate. Skull-cracking punch from Augusta to the root cause if the immediate chaos. Immediate as it was a known fact that Augusta was a wolf bill drunk and high in very cheap drugs set loose in the unsuspecting yet deserving world.
“She’s a fierce fighter and deep down a loyal heart lay in wait for its master,” Drew had said on one such day when she had demanded the reasoning behind keeping such a humanised terror at the outpost - and more so, in charge.
Fierce fighter she had seen and learnt to respect.
It’s the loyal heart that was the challenge. Problem was it just didn’t seem like Augusta had the said organ in the very first place.
She had a vicious motto: fists, claws and teeth first, explanation thins and apologies much much later.
Vincentia begged to differ.
A good warrior aground have both brains and brawn.
Not that she would ever invest in telling her that. No so profitable as it may seem.
Vincentia groaned. She needed to jay off the calcium and irons. Augusta was already a huge wolf.
The bows and swift acknowledgments were done and quickly over with. All attention to the -
Wolf.
And a familiar one at that.
Rofa quickened, tugged and tipped in joy. It was all Vincentia could do to hold in the sound of hot as her gray eye fell on a disgruntled Flint, held down and unwilling captive - with gargantuan effort, that is - by the outpost guards all sweaty, furious and grim-faced.
Their eyes met and held; and something beyond reason passed. Vincentia broke the eye contact to thro a short ferverent prayer heavenwards.
“You’ve done well, Augusta,” she said to the guard. “I’ll ensure word reached the Matriarch. You be certain of that.” Then she glanced around at the straining guards. “All of you.”
They seemed to relax a bit.
“I’ll take him from you then,” she said.
“Are you certain about that Beta?”
“Of course,” she said reassuringly. “What more could he do when there’s you all and your indisputable worth?” She smiled with all the reassurance she could muster even though she craved to snatch him away from them and make a dash for it.
They allowed a small smile crack their fierce faces. With a nod of agreement, they stepped away.
“Follow me,” she all but snarled and led him away to a clear and deserted field, where her determined footsteps ground to a halt.
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