( takeitxonfaith )
Pain had been something that the young wolf had grown rather accustomed to. The world was cruel to him and more so life had taken not pity even after all the tragedy it had struck upon him just a spare few years prior. The loss of his brother had still left him bitter and aching. Grief had a way of contorting even the fairest of souls and the moment that the young Alpha had snapped his brothers neck was the very moment he’d lost all faith in this world and in humanity. Life was not kind to him and so he was not kind back. It was hard to be grateful to breathe when he had no one to revel in each and every day with.
But it seemed the world was fixing to cut those short too from the little group of hunters that’d found him in the woods and chased him across three county lines. The silver bullets they’d laced with wolfsbane had slowed him down and he thanked only the fact that they knew of the fabled True Alpha reigning over this territory that kept them at bay when he’d finally collapsed. Black sludge had choked up past his lips, overtaxed lungs frothing up the tar as it spilled and spewed onto the earth beneath him. Death of course would come to him slowly, as he imagined it would. Cruel.
Through his agony he’d heard something, just ahead in the brambles. Instinct told him to stiffen, to ready himself to defend but in this moment he couldn’t care what other ill fate would befall him. “If you want t’kill me then go ahead and do it—” Not the wisest thing to shout into the dark, but he ached too much to make any sense.
