Chapter 8 -- Guardian
‘‘She’s mesmerizing!’ Travis’ wolf, Arlen, spellbound, softly whispered.
Heading towards Megan’s departure, he inhaled Jasmine’s sweet scent again, tasting her wetness and desire, brought on by him, ‘I know, I smell every corner. Her smile fascinates me. Her readiness ignited by my touch intrigues me.’ Breathing out her delicate scent, he was enchanted by all things, Jasmine.
‘We need her!’ Arlen pleaded. Never expressing such a need for another she-wolf incited Travis’ interest.
Trailing shameless thoughts, fed into the excitement searing in his pants, the need to be close to her gripped at his sanity. Before anything else, he needed to take care of his dilemma with Megan.
Rounding the corner towards where Megan went, on cue, rammed right into him and growled from her anger.
She hissed, “How dare you embarrass me in front of everyone for that pathetic slut?” Her words were intended to intimidate him. The effect was not her intention.
Arlen, snarled at her blatant disrespect, ready to lash out. His agitation, overwhelming, pushed at the caged barriers to take control.
Without thought, Travis’ hand clutched at her throat. Claws extended, pricking her skin. A wave of fury suffocated him. Uncontrollable manic anger radiated throughout his body. Seething.
Growling, “Don’t you fucking talk to me like that ever again!” The hate and distaste of having laid with such a pitiful she-wolf, made his wolf want to devour her.
Megan’s wide, tear-filled eyes, protruded, ‘What just happened?’ She thought. “How can you talk to me like that. Treat me like this. I am your mate!” Her lip trembled, as her hands clutched at his wrist trying to pry him off.
The bile in his stomach rose.
Travis’ eyes narrowed at her, “Your mate?” He laughed darkly. “To be fair, you’re just another slut I fuck.” He spat at her.
He couldn’t control the laughter that surged out. The boldness of Megan’s claims was absurd.
“I claimed you! You are mine!” Megan whined.
Asserting her claim, caused his hold to get tighter and constrict her vocals further. Her claws extended, frantically gripping, prying at his grasp, drawing his blood.
“I am claimed by no one and most definitely not by you,” He howled.
Arlen once again, prodded against his barriers as the smell of his own blood provoked him.
“It’s because of her isn’t.” She spat, as her eyes switched from her blues to her wolf’s yellow.
He sensed the fear she had a few moments ago, change to rage, “She’s done something to you. Hasn’t she? You wouldn’t act like this towards me if she hadn’t.” Her voice was rising, her eyes looked directly at him. Goading for an answer.
“Oh, Megan, Megan, sweet Megan. When will you get it through your thick blonde head? I’ve told you from day one, we are nothing but two people exploring each other’s body. If anything, I could claim your body… right now.” He looked down on her, trailed his claws up her arm, to her shoulders, then up to her chin. Gliding the tips of his nails across her jaw. Demonstrating the power his presence had on her weak will.
His clench around her neck, tightened, as he sensed her arousal.
‘Disgusting! That she-wolf has no respect for herself. I told you, fuck her and leave her, but, no…, you wanted to entertain her lust.’ Arlen spat.
Looking into her eyes and smelling her arousal, made him react, repulsed. His nose wrinkled from the stench of her arousal. Letting go of her throat was a much harder task than he thought possible, “You are not worth it.”
Travis needed to get out of there, he stepped back and gave her one last pitiful look and walked away.
Immediately, Megan supplicated, “Don’t do this to me. Please! I’ll be ruined.”
Without looking back, he kept on walking, but needed to say one last thing, “I’m going to say this once, and that’s it. Stay away from Jasmine and me. If I find out that you so much as talked to her, I’ll rip your pretty little throat out!”
Megan’s reaction to his touch, though disgusting, involuntarily awoke his organ. He needed release. The thought of Jasmine sprawled on the bed played slowly on his mind; her legs wide, awaiting, inviting, was all he could think of since he laid eyes on her.
Heading to the training grounds, the thoughts of her skin against his were interrupted, by his father’s voice.
“Son, we need to talk…”
He glanced back, the look he gave Travis meant that they needed to speak now, and it was of importance. Standing there defiantly with his arms crossed, he waited.
“Jasmine’s, namesake ritual will be today, and as soon to be Alpha; I think you must perform the ceremony.” He stated nonchalantly.
Flustered from his previous thoughts, he declined, “Father, I am yet to be Alpha, and for that reason, I must humbly decline.” Bowing his head to him, showing respect.
“Son, I don’t think you understand me, I’m not asking, I’m telling, you will perform the ritual.” Alpha Ryant replied agitated.
Sarcastically, “Well, why didn’t you say so; Father?”
Getting him angry, was an evil pastime, his own personal mission in life, any chance that he’d get to ruffle up his fur was an opportunity he’d never miss.
“Look, I’m not up to dealing with anyone’s shit today, especially yours, Jasmine’s namesake ritual is much more than that. Her wolf will come out and claim her name and her people.”
Travis was taken back, “Her people, what are you talking about, Alpha?” He said, professionally, this news coming to light, wasn’t something he could joke about.
He seemed crestfallen. Defeated. He knew this revelation of what Jasmine, truly is, has come as a heavy burden. If the prophecies are accurate, which they always are, then it’s only a matter of time when the blood of wolf and man will line the valleys of their lands. “Come to my office, and I’ll show you.”
He walked behind his father; Travis noticed the changed in his demeanor. Shoulders slumped, graying more pronounced, and a lack of confidence. Their Alpha has slowly diminished in this short amount of time.
Arlen, whispered, ‘I feel a hesitancy in the air. Something lurking, poking at our immaterial being.’
‘I have a feeling, we aren’t going to like, what Father tells us.’ Travis stated.
‘I foresee that what he is going to tell us will change the course of our lives.’ Arlen stated.
Their gait was urgent enough to get them to their destination swiftly, entering the Alpha’s chamber, the disorganized arrangement of papers, scrolls, and books laid heavily around the office.
Alpha Ryant, walked towards his desk, with the heaviness that weighed him, he spoke and pointed to the scrolls before him, “These are the first scrolls of our ancestors. Many years ago, Elder Phyllis handed this down to Ursa before she found Jasmine. In one of the visions that were handed down to Ursa, by her predecessor, he gave her a quest to find these scrolls. Upon completion of Ursa’s voyage, she was brought to a small southern wolf pack. At that pack, a mated couple gave birth to the Warrior. Whisking the infant away, like a thief in the night, she performed the first rite of the prophecy with Jasmine’s first intended Guardian, Stan. There she was shone by the spirits that assisted in the ritual; these here scroll. Read it, and maybe you’ll come to understand my gloom.”
"The gods were alarmed by the beings crafted by darkness
The creation’s beings, blessed by the Sun and Moon
Foredooming; stars were united by servants of Light
Accompanied by Two, Bonded by Thrice
Conquered by None
Warriors of Light against Darkness"
“What does this have to do with me?” Contemplating what his father was implying.
“Son, I’m sorry. I know we have preached about the importance of mates and having one’s soul tide to another. A Luna for this pack, but…”
Growling, irritated at his apprehension, “Spill it, father.”
He looked down, saddened by the news he would have to tell his son, “Ursa, believes you are one of the companions foretold in the prophecy. She thinks you’re the other Guardian.”
“And, what does that have to do with my mate and Luna?” Travis feared the implications.
“If you are the guardian, your wolf will forsake a mate and bind himself to Jasmine.” He whispered. “You would renounce yourself, as the pack’s Alpha and she would assume the role of the ultimate Female Alpha, with her guardian and consort, by her side.”
Travis felt the zap of electricity that bewitched the scroll, as his hands crumpled up the parchment that would forsake his happiness, “WHAT? Being Alpha is my goddess-given right! I will NOT give up my right, for anyone or her. I will NOT give up my mate!” His anger was not convincing for his wolf did not feel the same.
Foretelling, Arlen simply stated, as he retreated in the back of his mind, ‘Destiny will do us justice.’
His father stood there, watching him pace back and forth, as the turmoil of his reality seized me. Travis was irate! But the passion was his and his alone.
“Your anger is not Arlen’s, is it?” He asked, looking at him intently.
“No, the fucker, just stated, and I quote Destiny will do us justice end quote, what kind of wolf abandon’s his skin, at a time like this?!” Travis screamed in frustration.
“Look, son, I know this comes as a rude awakening, but the goddess does not do what she does in humor. There are greater concerns here, like your pack and this brooding war.”
Dejected and accepting that is all he can do. “I know…”
The Alpha looked at his watch, “Son, you have exactly thirty minutes to compose yourself. I told you this because I didn’t want you going into this blindly, but we have a namesake ritual to perform, and you must be the one to do it.”
As he exited, his office, he put a hand on Travis’ shoulder and squeezed. Encouragement swam through his body.
Travis mumbled, “Give me a minute, and I’ll be out.”
He ripped his shirt off, in anger and sat thinking of repercussions of leaving his legacy behind, of having no mate, and lastly, of Jasmine; the woman who abruptly came into his world and turned it upside down.
His mind flashed images before him of what he would miss. The love of a soulmate and the pups he’d bring forth to this world. He ached for her laugh. For her kisses. An all-consuming ache. He’d yet to know who his mate was, and he missed and longed for her already.
He screamed, “FUCK!”
‘Get it together, it is time, I can feel it.’ His wolf chastised.
‘Seriously! You are giving up everything for her! No mate, no pups, no pack, for her?!’
‘Like I said, have faith!’
“Ugh! I can’t stand you sometimes.” He stated in defeat. He heard his laughter in the back of his mind.
Walking out of the Alpha’s office, he was accosted by the smells of spices lingering from the start of the ceremony. He needed to get this over with and see where his life was heading.
He headed towards the commotion. Walking through the crowd, he heard the mumbles and ripples of the pack. In a matter of seconds, he would be standing in front of the woman that would be his doom or savior.
Coming into the clearing, he saw her. Gazing at her beauty. Her nervousness was endearing, as her eyes darted from face to face.
He was hypnotized.
Ursa’s words broke his trance, “Alpha Travis, we need to start, the Sun and Moon are about to join together. Look!”
Looking up at the sky, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
Ursa walked over to the platform rock. Blessed and bewitched rocks, numerous spices, and minerals laid in her bowl, ready to cleanse this rite. Making her way over to the fire, she started to throw her elements into the light. The rising spits of fire bathed the site in its vivid hues.
While Ursa chanted, Travis watched the crowd, as wolf by wolf displayed themselves before them. Acknowledging that a new wolf would be bound to her flesh.
Finished with her chanting, Ursa looked at him to continue. Knowing that his next few words would change the course of his life.
Alpha Ryant stood beside Ursa, urging him and watching hesitantly. Lissa and her pack, not too far from where Jasmine stood, watched with interest. He looked for Megan, but she was nowhere to be seen, and neither were her sidekicks. Finally, Travis looked at Jasmine. He could see her internal battle. One minute the wrinkle between her eyebrows would be permanently stamped, the next a sly smile would escape her round plump lips.
Looking no more, he listened to the sky for an answer and was welcomed by the union of Sun and Moon.
‘Well, here goes nothing.’ He thought
“Pack be welcomed. We chant,” He stated.
The pack replied back, “Alpha, be welcomed. We bow.” As everyone stated their last words, all the wolves around the clearing took a knee, including Ursa and his father.
Travis was several feet away from Jasmine and turned to her. He gave her a small, sad smile, and started the chant.
Lobo ka humano u combinan, tuméen le leyes ti’ le k’iino’ yéetel le ujo.’
(Wolf and human combine, because of the laws in the sun and the moon.)
Enlaza ka saluda a k’aaba.’
(Link and say hello to your name.)
Atar ka saludar a pixan.
(Tie up and say hello to my soul.)
Enlaza ka proclama a reclamo.
(Link and proclaim your claim.)
As the words escaped, the air sizzled. He saw the jerk in Jasmine’s body, as her wolf struggled to be released. The luminescent spirit of her wolf, escaped from its cage prancing along the hilltop, ready to bind to the flesh. A howl erupted from her as she sprinted into the cacoon that would be her flesh forever.
Howl’s erupted across the valley. Wolf by wolf acknowledging the binding. Wolf and flesh bound by the blessing of the gods and goddess, Jasmine whispered her name for all to hear, “Sakira!”
Her words ceased Travis’ movements with surprise, as his wolf heard her name. The Guardian recognizing his Warrior.
Trembling, shaking, from the internal fight with Arlen, a growl broke from within, causing everyone to stare at him openly, curiously, and alert.
Enthralled. Arlen and Travis only saw her.
His growl alerted her, she looked at him and whispered seductively into the wind, “Guardian…,” as her eyes bore into his. He sensed her appreciation of his body as her lust-filled gaze lingered. He inhaled her scent, sensing her want.
His groin constricted itself against his pants, demanding. The sides of Jasmine’s mouth tugged, sensing his body’s reaction to the woman and wolf before him.
Everyone around them was silent. Watching the intimate battle before them. Increased sexual tensions wafted around them. Wolves departed to explore each other’s bodies as the intensions were rising.
He took a step towards her, her body called out to him, demanded his nearness.
He took another, waiting for her to tell him it was okay. Her smirk was all he needed.
He stalked forward, showing her with his eyes and gait that he was coming for her.
Her eyes were bright, filled with a raw urgency. She took a step back, beckoning Travis to follow, not waiting for an answer, she ran.