Thor's POV
"Thor! Thor, wait up! Eric calls after me.
I don't stop since I'm not in the mood to talk. I just want to be left alone in the meantime to think.
'Not right now Eric. I need to go for a run and clear my head.' I replied to him through our mind link.
There's a need for balance in life. Balance helps maintain stability. It enables something or someone for that matter to remain upright and steady. Especially if you're a shifter, half human half beast, where the two different beings that you're made of must be in the correct proportion. Then balance must be ensured by all means
Blocking off that important part of my memories in order for me to maintain my stability seemed to me like a very good idea then. I thought it would do me and the shifters around me a world of good before I took that bold step but instead of what I expected, I think it made things worse for me.
But did it really?... Like Eric pointed out to me earlier... Feral werewolves hardly act sane, especially when being provoked. They're not humorous or have the ability to appreciate jokes... I've been provoked twice today and I surprised myself by not losing control on those two occasions. Was that bit of self-control a result of the memory I locked away?
But then, why did I get excited and almost lose control at the mere thought of blood? Why am I losing control of my human appetite? Am I getting better or worse? Is maintaining the balance between my human and beast nature now becoming like a difficult task?
It's all so confusing
I should have been patient. I should have listened to Eric. I should have trusted the seer's words. I was afraid of losing control but Eric never mentioned to me where the seer said I would actually lose control so why was I afraid?...
He told me the seer said what happened to me is a phase that will surely pass. He told me it might be difficult but It's important that I bear it and learn to live through it. He also warned that that very important part that I so much cherished might end up being taken away from me if I don't take to the warnings.
Why didn't all these come to mind when I made the decision to block that memory? I remembered how furious Eric was and my heart sink when it finally occurs to me that that important part of me that the seer warned might be taken away from me wasn't taken away. I threw it away with my own hands because I wasn't thinking.
I hear Eric and the others following behind me as I walk away. I want to be left alone but what's the use of repeating myself to them when I know that's the only command they will never obey from me. They might give me space but they will never let me be alone by myself.
I shed my clothes as I hasten my steps till I start to jog and then finally, I give room for Kane to take over and be in control of our run.
My wolf is a massive and powerful beast who is always happy anytime I let him out on a run. He runs hard and fast and in no time, the rhythmic sounds of his huge paws as they pound on the ground under me feel like soothing music which gradually helps ease my troubled mind.
I'm not running alone of course. My friends are close by. In fact, the harder I run, the harder I feel Saber, Eric's wolf breathing down on Kane's neck. Saber is a pain in Kane's neck as Eric is to mine.
Jet is his real name actually but I nicknamed him Saber, as in saber-toothed, since he looked exactly like a beast that was brought back from extinction. Lean and muscular with a short shaggy mane like a lion's and a pair of massive elongated and curved bladelike canine teeth that extended from his upper jaw.
In a short description, Jet aka Saber is a strange-looking wolf that has a mane like a lion. Saber is also very fast, the fastest out of the five of us. We always follow behind him anytime we go on a run, unless we are on official duty where they will naturally let me lead. I know today's own is because he knew I needed space for myself.
I don't know for how long we've been running. I begin to slow down when I see we're approaching what seems to be a border zone of electric fence that demarcates Silver-Moon from another land. I never thought I would one day be the Alpha of Silver-Moon pack so I never bothered to learn or find out anything about the pack and which land borders which. Why would I learn about a place where I was not wanted? I used to tell myself.
I shift back to my human form and stand, looking at the fence that's supposed to be electric but now stands with many wide gaping holes in it. I'm shocked to see the border is left open for any shifter and rogues to freely enter the land. I wonder why there is no patrol anywhere. Where are the Gammas that are supposed to be patrolling the area? Why has the fence not been fixed when it's this damaged?
Eric who has come abreast of me also shifts to his human form.
"Which land borders us?" I turn to ask him
"That's the Colorado desert." He points to the front with his face. "Somewhere inside the desert or around it is said to be the Rouge King's land. Nobody knows for sure...
"Excuse me, Rouge King? The rogues have a king?" I ask in disbelief. Rogues are werewolves that have either been kicked out of their packs or left their packs out of their own free will.
I'm surprised about there being a rogue king since rogues don't submit to anybody. Those who left their packs out of their own free will didn't want to be ruled and guided by any pack rules which was why they became rogues in the first place.
"Yeah. A mean motherfucker that's highly despised by everyone. No one knows his name. No one knows the pack he was originally from and no one has ever seen his face before, he's only known as the Rogue King and by his despicable reputation. I'm afraid that after you, he's the one the citizens of Silver Moon fear the most." He says with a chuckle but I don't find his words funny.
"That's their business. They can stew in their fear for all I care. I've done nothing to warrant their hatred so I'm not bothered."
"Yes, sire. You're right." He replies.
I move nearer to the fence and crouch on my heels to examine one of the damages on it. The white fence looks like it was recently painted. I'm thinking how the damages couldn't have been caused by nature when Eric speaks above my head...
"The fence still looks new. This damage looks like somebody deliberately destroyed the fence so they could go and come as they wish."
"Yes, plus where are the Gammas that are supposed to be on patrol? I can't believe the old Alpha didn't take any measures to ensure the fence was monitored after it was erected." Henrik says
"The fence is obviously new so I'm sure he did. Someone deliberately wants to frustrate his efforts I'm sure of that. This pack is not safe, General." Ivar says.
"Look at this..." I touch the edges of one of the huge holes that a body can fit through made on the fence. This one was recently damaged. I don't think this is mainly about the pack. Maybe their main target is Alpha's mansion. Maybe they're aiming to kill us." I say as I turn to Eric.
"How many men do we have left at the estate?"
"Twenty but we don't need them," he replies
"Yes, we don't. As many as they are, let them come. They're about to find out what we're made of. Why you're called the Viking King" Henrik growls
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AUTHORS NOTE
Anticipate the sequel... 'Sold To The Rogue King'