Rough Justice

Alastor had promised Ikigai that he would tell no one about what Deimos had done to her. He had promised her that no repercussions nor retaliation would be sought out against her. Alastor was a wolf of his word. But what he had been very tactful to avoid promising her was that he would not seek retribution for the brutalization the princess' fiancé had subjected her to. This was not a matter the Commander could let go by without doling out punishment for the crime. He didn't give a fuck if Deimos was a true-blooded Mendacium, or that he was the brother of his wife the Matriarch. As Commander, he had vowed to protect the wolves of Elysium and to uphold the pack's laws, and he intended to do just that. Deimos knew better than to be so reckless and stupid. He knew the standing Ikigai had, the influence she brought, and that their whole alliance with Ashen hinged upon her. He knew Ikigai was far too dutiful and demure to tell her mother about this incident, but if he didn't put a stop to it now, what would stay the foolish brute's paw the next time? What if Venom had appeared at their borders for an impromptu visit? What if he accidentally killed her? Iki had asked him not to punish Deimos for his actions, but Alastor saw this as investing in their future and ensuring he never made such a lapse in judgment again.

Still silently seething, the massive wolf marched through the dense pine forest in the direction of Deimos and Iki's den, a furious fire burning in his abyssal gaze. Strong jaws were clenched hard, gritting deadly fangs together behind tightly set lips to prevent himself from visibly snarling. He had to remain composed—at least for now. Alastor made his way up the mountain paths, arriving at the quiet den a few minutes later. The silence was deafening, and knowing that Iki was out washing herself of the evidence from the night prior, that meant the culprit was sleeping like a baby inside. For some reason, that infuriated Alastor more than anything. Taking a moment to compose himself and smooth his features, Alastor put on a concerned, urgent expression and hurried inside the cave. The air still smelled of sex hinted with blood, a stench the Mendacium brute would ordinarily have liked, but in this case was incensed by. The rumbling snoring coming from the sleeping alcove further infuriated the man. He followed the sound to where he found the giant slate imbecile fast asleep, totally dead to the world around him.

For a moment, Alastor watched Deimos, quietly contemplating how easy it would be to grab him by the neck and twist until his head ripped off. That would certainly let off some steam and solve his problem, but something told him Manea would be even more mad at him than she already was if he murdered her brother. No, he didn't intend to kill the fool, just teach him a lesson about restraint and making better choices. Putting on his crisis mode face again, Alastor prepared his charade. "Deimos! Wake up, now!" He delivered a sharp kick to the other male's side, trying to rouse him abruptly enough to get him up yet still keep him groggy from sleep. "It's Ikigai. You need to come right now!" Still acting with urgency, Alastor turned and hurried back to the main chamber of the cave, looking back to Deimos and ushering him to hurry up before padding swiftly outside. He did not want to start any violence within the home, more for Ikigai's sake than Deimos'. But as soon as he lured Deimos outside, then all bets were off.

"Alastor Mendacium"