Defiant Sunshine

Twisted Jerk!

Before Sybil could ruin Brandon's face he leaned his upper body to one side. The sudden move caused Sybil to miss his mark, grazing a few strands of his hair. Elena suddenly realised how serious her mate's wolf was.

The fight escalated with Brandon trying to defend himself more than he tried attacking. Sybil on the other hand threw deadly yet precise attacks at Brandon. He was giving it his all, trying his best to end him. The study was already a mess with broken furniture everywhere. Chairs split in half lay carelessly around the office serving as weapons for Sybil. The once beautifully carved ancient themed shelves splintered as Sybil threw Brandon at it, causing it's items to scatter all over the place. The once shiny wooden floor now bore gruesome claw marks, running across it like new intricate carvings.

The sight of them sent chills down Elena’s spine as she watched the father-son duo fight from the corner.

Sybil, still in control leapt onto one of the broken shelves and turned to send a high speed tornado back kick towards Brandon. Lifting his head, he caught onto the attack too late . Rendering him a few seconds too late to shield himself on time. The attack sent him crashing onto his whiskey shelf, causing it to come crumbling down along with him.

Brandon's state gave Sybil the chance to grab him off the floor by the neck and toss him across the room. Brandon collided with the already cracked floor-to-ceiling window causing it to shatter. The glass window produced a deafening sound as it shattered, making way for Brandon.

Reacting quickly, Brandon's telekinesis kicked in. It allowed him to cut his fall short, with him ending up on the already battered couch that seems to still be the only furniture standing in the study. Sybil had forgotten the types of powers Brandon possessed when he was busy trying to end his pathetic little life. Standing there, watching as Brandon collided with the window before ending outside. A smirk had formed onto his face with one thought in mind.

Ooh…I'mma enjoy watching this little fall.

Before he could even entertain the thought, Brandon disappeared into thin air. Watching him reappear on the couch turned his smirk into a scowl. Fuelling his already blazing anger causing him to lung at him the moment he appeared.

Tired and off guard, Brandon brazed himself for the worst as he closed his eyes for it. Time passed yet the expected attack did not happen. A panicked feeling slowly clawed its way into his chest, engulfing his already fast beating heart .

Something's wrong.

Opening his tightly shut eyes, Brandon was met by blood trickling off claws protruding through a very slim yet familiar back. Alarm bells went off at seeing this in both his and Sybil’s head.

Terrified at the sight, Sybil retreated at he gave Alec his control back before retreating way back into his head with pure fright. Alec, suddenly pushed to the forefront by his wolf with no warning , gaped at the girl his claws were penetrating. She bore a weak yet reassuring smile on her face causing the middle-aged man to shake in horror.

What have we done.

A lone tear unknowingly rolled down his cheek while his claws retracted. The sudden retraction caused her to release pain filled groan. Eventually giving into her weakened self.

Large , warm arms caught her before she could come into contact with the messy floor. Sweeping her away, Brandon carried the injured, now pale faced Alia out of the disastrous study. Disappearing into thin air, he mind linked one of t he guards stationed outside Alia's room to call the doctor. Reappearing in Alia's room with her weak state still in his arms. He gently placed her on her bed, teleported to the bathroom and reappeared next to her bed with a wet cloth. He didn't want the attending doctor to linger too long if they ever came. It was better doing some of his job for them.

Tearing Alia's shirt in one swift move, Brandon got to work by cleaning off the smudged and already drying blood off of her. Halfway through, he frowns as he realise that there were was no ugly gnash nor were there any scars on her. If there was no blood on her, Brandon would've believed that it was all an illusion.

He took a long drag across Alia's skin where the gnash was suppose to be, removing most of the blood clinging to her skin. He was taken aback when his eyes came in contact with her beautifully smooth looking skin. He lightly grazed his fingers on the part that was suppose to be injured or, at least have a scar with a slight crease to his forehead. Alia's skin was as flawless as the rest of her skin. There were no traces of any gnash or scaring.

How is this possible.

His mind went into speed drive as he tried to understand what was going on.

‘Her powers…it's her powers' chaos, who had been quiet all along responded. ‘Her powers? Shouldn't her powers be dormant until she turned of age?’

Chaos could feel Brandon's confusion about all that was happening. He rolled his eyes at him before lying down with his head resting on his front paws as he started explaining.

‘It's all caused by a trigger to her powers. The first time, when he zapped us back to life aaaaaand… A week ago when you stuck your tongue deep into -'

‘Okay, that's enough.’ He quickly interrupted Chaos with exhaustion.

'I'm not going to lie rhough pal...' Chaos continued with a dreamy look. '...I really enjoed that deep dive you did then.' He chuckled as if remembering a distant yet familiar memory.

' You know, it wasn't bad but i feel like it would've been better if i had taken control' Chaos release a dramatic sigh before continuing.

' We would undoubtedly be expecting a couple of pups by now. Wish i had buried us deep inside her hot, tight -'

'Shut the f**k up you twisted jerk!' Brandon snapped, causing a redefined chuckle to be heard from his wolf. Chaos wasn't fazed by Brandon's out burst because he knew that, as much as Brandon tried resisting Alia. He wanted her as much as Chaos did...maybe more than he did.

Chaos had come to make peace with Brandon's suppose hatred for the poor girl. Which, in his opinion, was...somehow...invalid. It wasn't hatred at all. It was more of guilt than hatred. He was angry at himself and the world for what had happened when they were young. Since he couldn't direct all of it at anyone, he took most of ot and directed it as Alia. He was supposed to protect them, he was an heir to the Alpha throne for god sake!

Yet he felt useless at the time he was suppose to protect his loved ones.