Wanted by my sworn enemy

An agreement

Gael POV

They marched in absolute uniformity towards them, carrying their fire torches like angry medieval villagers. The light they brought with them illuminated the night.

The werewolves hadn't needed their light to see. Gael noted they must not have been able to see as well in the dark as his people could.

Even though they were outnumbered and on the enemy's land, the demons looked as confident and arrogant as ever.

Their leader looked like what a typical drawing of the devil himself would look like. Long horns, a sharp-fake smile, and a tail.

The rest of him seemed almost human, as human as one could get with a creature like him.

The great Elder of Trepidation had a horrid aura to him. One that actually made Gael's hairs stand at attention. His wolf was so close to the surface. It just needed a trigger.

His scent was even worse. He didn't smell bad, he smelt wrong. Gael had no way to describe how his senses were currently being overpowered.

It took everything within him to remain at attention as his fellow Division soldiers did. Standing firmly behind his uncle, Maddex.

Although, he could hear some of his teammates unable to control their wolves' quiet growls at the enemy.

The demons came to a stop, not too far away. Their leader came closer, planting his feet on the ground.

His black eyes with red slits for pupils and rings of orange roamed over them. Gael even shuddered under the scrutiny of those eyes.

They looked like the windows of hell. Staring into them for too long might even send one there.

As he opened his mouth to speak, it seemed as if the smoke of fire had come from his lips. His features truly resembled that of a dragon's.

"Greetings, wolves." His bizarre voice was laced with disgust.

"What do you want, Lucif?" He raised his eyebrows at the way Maddex had just called him.

Gael liked that, he liked how bold his uncle was. As he was sure, the demon hadn't been called by his name in a very long time.

The creature brushed off the disrespect with a toothy grin. "I've heard that you're holding a feast. Did you not think of inviting us?"

"Your kind isn't welcome in Zenith."

"Is that so? I've recently heard that one of my kind has received a very warm welcome."

"Nonsense. We would never harbor any Demons in Zenith. Quit playing games and tell me what you want here."

The demon didn't answer him.

He merely sent his ominous gaze Gael's way, instead.

Gael's heart rate sped up a little bit.

By the moon Goddess what caused such a creature to exist as he did? Gael cast his eyes down.

The silence stretched until Maddex shifted his weight and stated, "We've left your kind unbothered as long as you stay out of our way. What could've made you come out of your little dark hole, Lucif?"

"Mine." Gael saw the demon still staring at him as he answered. "You have something of mine."

"She does not!" Gael answered through clenched teeth, unable to hold his wolf back from growling the answer. He knew the demon was talking about his mate. Knew that he was purposefully using the word wolves used with their mate, to trigger him.

It didn't matter whether they had unresolved issues or not she was his. He'd protect her from beings like this if it was the last thing he did.

The demon looked at one of his soldiers nearby and chuckled. "What did that dog just bark at me?"

"I said, Lilorith does not belong to you."

Uncle Maddex stared back at Gael, bewildered as he stepped out of line to stand right next to him.

"So you're my granddaughter's mate. How disgusting." His attention turned toward his uncle. "I have not come to disturb this union. I have come to encourage it, my dear Maddex. To fulfill it."

He had said his uncle's name with so much disdain he couldn't have covered it up.

"Because I know how you wolves get without your- What's the word?" He continued, "Ah yes, mates."

"My nephew doesn't have a demon mate. You liar, you've come here to divide us, haven't you?"

"Tell him, boy." Gael hated the demon's attention on him.

"It's true, uncle. My mate is... A demon."

"Dun, dun, dun," Lucif chimed happily and laughed. "See, I'm not lying. So trust everything I say from now on. Because we're about to become family."

"We will dissolve this bond."

Gael was about to disagree when a woman came forward, "I've already tried that. It won't work."

"Yes. See this here is Lilorith's mother. She was doing her motherly duty as best she could, when suddenly her daughter went missing. Leaving behind a note stating she had run away to her wolf lover in Zenith."

Gael's fists clenched at the lies these two were spouting. He wasn't sure if she was truly his mate's mother, but he didn't like her aura either.

"I will not allow it. We'll send this demon back to her family, won't we Gael?"

His uncle Maddex appeared to be turning red. Gael knew this expression very well. The old man fought to keep his wolf in before it came out and tore someone to shreds.

Whether that someone was the demon he stared daggers at or Gael himself, he didn't know. And he didn't want to find out.

"No, no, no." The demon sang whilst wiggling his index finger at them. "Let us reach an understanding. Who knows? Maybe this could be what we need in order to destroy this cold war between demons and wolves. Otherwise, I'll be sending a message to the angels informing them of your lack of cooperation with us. When we're trying so hard to create harmony. You know our kind doesn't form bonds. This is a remarkable circumstance. Us allowing one of your own to be claimed by your kind is truly a call to peace. The Angels would surely frown upon you refusing this offer and maybe even remove you as the leaders of the peace treaty."

"That would never happen," uncle Maddex barked.

"Ah, yes. It would never happen if my darling granddaughter and your darling nephew here, were to be joined together. Let us come to an agreement."

The demons took a step closer when his uncle lifted his hand. "I will make no agreements with the devil himself."

The demon threw his hands up in frustration. "Oh, c'mon. I'm really trying to be nice here. Ok, look. You won't make any dealings with me, but how about this darling woman."

He gently tugged the woman who claimed to be his mate's mother forward.

"I will remain here with Lilorith and oversee that this bond takes place with no interruptions." The woman's stern voice wasn't asking for anything, it was stating a fact.

His uncle turned around and took him by the shoulders. Whispering, so only he could hear, "Do you accept this union, Gael? Do you wish to be mated to this demon?"

Gael took a moment to reflect on it and then shook his head. "I do not uncle, but we have no other choice."

"We do!" He boomed and then controlled his voice to say more mildly, "We do have a choice."

"We cannot choose to be at odds with the angels. Mates are a huge deal to them. You know how serious they are about fate."

"You dare turn your back on mee." The demon sang from afar. "I can still hear your conversation. Little nephew is correct, you know. Or should I say Grandson-in-law?"

His uncle turned back to face the demon, "Enough! I will agree to have your granddaughter become my nephew's mate. As a symbol of the new peace between us. But let it be known that the demons will not undermine our rule and will obey us, submit to us-"

"Yes-yes, of course," the demon fake-yawned, "When's the wedding?" He forced a chuckle, "Just kidding. Go, Agatha, your daughter needs you. The men and I shall return to our..." He thought deeply, whilst bearing an ah-ha expression, "Little dark hole as you called it."

Before anything else could be said or done, the demon leader chanted. An eerie incantation. It caused the ground to open up and swallow them whole. They left with their fire and light, leaving everything in complete darkness.

It appeared as though they had never been there in the first place. The only thing left behind was the woman they had come with.

"Could somebody light a torch or something? I can't see a thing."

Since it was a new moon, the only light to be seen were the stars. Which didn't help if you didn't have night vision.

His uncle took a deep breath. The calm he had regained reverberated through everybody else. The leader of the demons was nowhere to be sensed. Hence, the wolves weren't as on edge anymore.

Maddex turned around, addressing the men and ignoring the woman. "Divide up in groups of three and scout your quarters. Ensure no harm has come to Zenith through the presence of our enemies. Report back to the pack palace at dawn."

The men went to work immediately. Gael was about to do the same when his uncle spoke to him.

"Where have you kept this mate of yours, Gael? And why did you not tell me?"