The Girl Behind The Shifter God

Curiosity!

Koshmar, God of Retribution

For the second time this week I have come face to face with the little red head she-wolf. Her curiosity of me is refreshing after an eternity of non-believers. To think she is from that pack, the very pack where the purge of the believers began all those years ago.

There is definitely something about this female, the fact she can shadow walk between worlds is rare in mortals.

A few hours that's all it took for her to scream my name, the sheer desperation in her plea has the vale c***k. No shadow walking this time, nope she just cracked the vale wide open.

The sight that lay before me was pitiful to say the least, fragile little things mortals!

The relief in her eyes when she spots me is irritating to say the least; why does she keep getting herself into these predicaments?I can’t help but laugh at the sight of her.

“Oh, Little Red, what have you gotten yourself into?” is all I say before she passes out.

Now here I am in my realm, actually in my palace. This place is not meant for mortals, I am going against every rule in the book just having her here; but what was I meant to do, just leave her there to die?

I watch her as she sleeps, her wounds already tended to by one of the slaves. Her wolf has been awoken, her healing is faster than that of a normal wolf. Makes me wonder what exactly she is? She is no ordinary wolf.

I hear a whimper, turning back towards my bed. I find her still sleeping but unsettled; dreaming most likely. Curious to know I find myself doing something I know I shouldn’t. I place a finger to her forehead and close my eyes.

I find myself now standing in the dream, watching as a man that looks similar to her is fighting an Alpha wolf. Red is a small child, crying for her Papa as a woman holds her back. Her little hands outstretched towards the man. This is not a dream, this is a memory. The one that shaped her life into the nightmare it is now.

The minute the red wolf shits back to its human self I know what is coming. The scream from the female holding the little red tells me exactly who she is.

I watch as the little girl clings to the dead man begging him to waken up, her sobs are overwhelming me even in her memories her cries affect me. Way more than they should, I have no idea why but I know this mortal is somehow important to me.

One word leaves her mouth, Papa, then her eyes fly open leaving her panting looking around as panic sets in.

“Where am I?” she asks as her eyes land on me.

“In my home, I couldn’t leave you to bleed out” I say with a slight chuckle.

She frowns, her eyes looking around, she looks tiny in this place. I can see and feel her strength growing the longer she is here, but that’s the thing her time will go quicker as her life expectancy will shorten here.

“Why did you bring me here, I mean I didn’t think mortals could cross over to this realm”

“Has anyone ever told you that you ask too many questions?” I say back, annoyance taking over, but not at her. No, I am annoyed with myself, why is this female making me feel things?

“Sorry” She says in a small voice.

“Stop saying f*****g sorry” I snap, then instantly regretting it as her face drops and she looks at her hands on her knee. I need some space from her. I need to get out of here.

“I’ll send a slave in to attend to you” I say and stomp out of the room, not even waiting for her to answer.

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Melrose Brown

I can feel he is annoyed but I have no idea what I did to annoy him. I watch as he storms out without looking back. His strong back tense, his face in a frown. The door shuts and I am alone in this strange place all alone.

I wince when I try to slide my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet hanging as they don’t reach the floor. Sliding to the floor I look around at what little personal stuff he has in here. I am looking at a photo in a frame that was sitting on the dresser when I hear the door opening.

Spinning around I almost drop the picture when I see what I assume is a female servant standing.

“Oh, hey, sorry I didn’t realise someone had come in” I say to the small creature with pointed ears and wings. It shakes its head clearly annoyed with me as it comes and removes the picture frame from me.

“You must never touch the masters things”

“Sure sorry, I am Melrose” I say, holding out my hand to this strange person. At first she looks at my hand, as I go to take my hand back she speaks.

“I am Opel, I am to tend to any needs you may have”

Looking down at my dirty clothes still covered in blood.

“Could I maybe have a shower or a bath?” I say, pointing down to my clothes. She nods and walks away, shouting over her shoulder.

“Wait right there”

Like I have anywhere else to go, I think as I realise there are no windows in this place, strange. I look back at the picture and wonder who the beautiful female standing beside a younger Koshmar. Her eyes are a stunning purple and her hair is almost black with small bits of blonde, they look happy.

I look away from the picture wondering why I feel jealous, I mean my fated mate f****d his chosen in front of me and it hurt because of the bond, but how can I be jealous of a female with a male that I have only just met?

“Your bath is ready” The mono tone of Opel has me turning to see her looking even more bored than before. I smile before following her through a door I didn't even realise was there.

The bathroom is stunning in white and gold marble, the fixings are all gold, the tube is huge, more like a swimming pool. The scent of citrus and lavender invades my senses, sighing. I move to the side of the tub but freeze as Opel comes and starts to undress me.

“I can do it” I say hoping I never sound too rude. It’s been years since anyone was allowed to touch me or see the roadmap of scars that litter my broken body. She nods, turning to leave.

“Thank you, Opel” I say hoping she isn’t upset with me. Turning back to the tub I can’t ever remember seeing something so luxurious, not even in the Alphas place.

I sink down into the amazing smelling water that is full of bubbles, my body aches and I hiss as my wounds enter the water. It’s not long before I feel myself getting drowsy.