Chapter 13 Feral
RONAN
His face was far too close. So close that <b>our </b>breaths mingled. But when a slight noise came from the darkness, his head snapped in that direction.
We stayed crouched among the branches, but when Seth’s entire focus was on the ground, and instinctively yet subconsciously trying to pull away from me even if there was not even an inch to move, I found myself looking at his back. nder with slight muscle unlike other males. <b>My </b><b>gaze </b>was then drowned to the back of his neck. fair and smooth. I could. not tear my eyes away from it for some reason. When the swear trailed down disappearing in <b>his </b>cor, <b>the </b>sight of it made my breath run cold. And my heart started taking a sudden race, the desire to glimpse a little deeper into <b>his </b>cor and of his smooth <b>skin </b>grew <b>inside </b>me.
I immediately tore my eyes away from his neck. Had I <b>fucking </b>lost my mind? Staring at a man’s neck and wanting to see what <b>was </b>beneath <b>his </b>cor? Why was this sick desire growing inside me? I clenched my fists and took a deep breath. I needed to think straight. It was all because of the proximity. I couldn’t even remember when Ist let a man this close to me. My skin crawled with others‘ touch but <b>with </b>this boy…
Leven went out of my way to pull him up before I even <b>realised</b>.
“Hey,” I murmured in a low voice.
He flinched and ced his hand on his neck, his big bright amber eyes snapping at me. “Why are you breathing on my
neck?<b>” </b>
A frown crossed my feature when he had a look in his eyes that called me a pervert. “<b>How </b>about you worry about yourself and check your audacious ass before acting innocent?!”
His eyes immediately snapped down and the color drained from his face <b>when </b>he found himself brushing against my manhood. As if he was struck by thunder, he immediately jumped down from the tree.
I remained seated, watching his red ears. Such an <b>intense </b>reaction over something as silly as his ass brushing my cock?
I also jumped down without making a noise and stated. “We need to move.”
He gave a <b>tight </b>nod.
Slowly, carefully, we slid away from the tree, our feet touched the earth in near–perfect silence, and together, we began to move through the twisted remains of stone <b>walls </b>and vine–covered pirs. The ruin stretched out <b>in </b>all directions, overgrown and half–swallowed by time.
As we crept along a crumbled corridor, Seth suddenly stopped.
I followed his line of sight <b>to </b>find something half–buried in the <b>dirt</b>, a rusted weapon rack, the <b>remains </b>of long–forgotten <b>des </b>eaten by corrosion. Symbols were etched into the stone behind it, crude carvings of wolves mid–shift, their eyes <b>hollow</b>. Bonesy scattered nearby, old, weathered, some gnawed clean.
“This wasn’t just a ruin<b>,” </b>Seth whispered, crouching beside <b>the </b>markings. “It seems it <b>was </b><b>a </b><b>training </b>ground.”
I stepped closer, <b>eyes </b>narrowing as I scanned the scene. “For rogues,” I murmured, “Wolves who defied packw ones too dangerous or broken to be imed.”
Seth brushed dirt off one of the carvings, the image of a wolf pinned to the ground by spears. “Some of them never left”
As he was checking the carvings, my wolf sensed something in <b>the </b>distance. I nced into the darkness studying it
“But the question is why this ce.” Seth’s voice was cut off as a <b>low </b><b>snarl </b>split the air.
Seth spun around just <b>as </b><b>a </b><b>feral </b>figure lunged from the darkness
It <b>was </b>the rogue from the earlier, half–shifted, his body grotesquely caught between human and wolf, his red eyes <b>gleaming </b>with madness as he looked at both of us, <b>skin </b>clinging to bones. His scent hat like a blow rot, blood, and death.
Seth reacted first, dropping <b>into </b>a crouch and dodging his wed swipe. I moved in an instant, intercepting the rogue with a powerful punch to the jaw, sending <b>him </b><b>crashing </b><b>against </b>a wall.
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Dust and debris rained down but more snarls <b>rose </b>around us.
Seth’s head snapped at the snarls. “There are more rogues!”
I watched Seth’s changing expression to this unexpected discovery and the corner of my lips curled <b>up</b>.
They’re <b>in </b>the walls.”
He turned to me,
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“If you <b>want</b>, you can wait and confirm it,” I put my hand into my pants pockets, watching him frowning.
“What’s with you acting so cool?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “You are going to be hunted by them as well.”
I <b>chuckled </b>and decreased the distance between us. <b>This </b>predator is just shifting into his wolf to wipe them all out. But what about you Seth?” I leaned forward towards his small face and smiled, “Still not shifting?”
He froze for a moment and gave me a nk look, “I don’t need to.”
He turned around to face the arriving rogues.
He
My eyes shed with amusement, “There are at least eight to ten of them that you are nning to take down without shifting. You wanna die that desperately!”
“Yeah, I am desperate but not to die but to cross <b>that </b>finishing line before anyone else <b>does</b>,” he nced over his shoulder and met my gaze. “So don’t get in my way<b>, </b>Alpha Ronan. I will fight for you as <b>well </b>to pay back the unexpected and unasked for help you showed me earlier so stand there and have a good show.”
The amusement within me instantly dropped, my eyes boring deep <b>into </b>him intensely as the rogues pounced on <b>him</b>. He wanted to fight for me? To pay off what I had done earlier? The hand at my side shook, my wolf growling lowly in my mind watching him fight without flinching, his moves like lightning finishing one and then instantly heading to another.
However, the moment a drop of blood dripped <b>from </b>his arm, my patience that I did not realise I had been holding, snapped.
I jumped in beside Seth<b>, </b>instantly taking care of one of the rogues. Seth nced at me for a moment as we fell into rhythm, moving as one. He shed through a rogue’s nk while Inded bone–breaking blows non–stop. The air filled with the sounds of snarls, the sh of ws and fists against flesh and stone.
One rogue lunged at me. I flipped it and he pinned the creature to the ground, my ws poised for a killing blow to finish
him at once.
“Wait!” Seth shouted, stepping in, “Don’t kill.”
I growled, my killing mode already activated and not stopping before I finished all of them, “They’re feral. I’ll end him.”
“This is their territory.” Seth snapped. “We trespassed. We are in the wrong here, they are just protecting theirnd. I <b>don’t </b>kill out of anger or for fun! Let them go. Don’t kill!” The defiance and the mercy in his gaze that I had never witnessed before did something inside me.
But no one gave me orders. No one.
I was <b>always </b>in control. Inmand yet… I found myself letting the rogue go.
“There is no way I don’t kill a person whoes at me with the same intentions.” Getting up, I strode up to Seth and grabbed. his wrist, “If you don’t want me to kill then we are leaving.”
We bolted, weaying <b>through </b>the ruins as the rogues snarled behind us. The feral figures chased but didn’t stray far <b>from </b>their haunted grounds. I nced over my shoulder as they stopped. Why? Why did they suddenly stop? It was <b>as </b>if they were bound by old, unseen <b>chains </b>and could not cross the ruins.
The moment we crossed the <b>broken </b>archway marking the ruin’s edge, the night air changed. The oppressive weight lifted. He kept running alongside me, matching my speed. “This is the way I saw on the map!” he eximed, turning down the correct path
I was unaware <b>that </b>I had my hand firmly grasped around his wrist. And together side by side as we were about to break
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through the final clearing, crossing the finishing line of the trial, he got <b>his </b>wrist slowly out of my grasp.
I stopped in my tracks and nced back at him. “What’s up? Not crossing the finishing line.”
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He rxed his wrist and nced up at me, “Is it not funny <b>that </b>the hunter and prey cross the line together?” I froze at his remark where the look in his eyes over actuallybeling me in his Prey. My wolf froze in my mind, as he walked past me towards the finishing line, locking our eyes for a brief moment. “Make sure to cross it, Alpha Ronan, don’t just stare <b>at </b>me.”
<b>Watching </b>him cross the line, my lips curled up, “Indirectly warning me to not eye him, huh?” my eyes once again drawn to his hips. “Well, that seems…a little too hard to ignore.”
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