Dance with the devil

Alastor was not a happy wolf. Not only had his life started to tailspin into a chaotic maelstrom from which neither he nor Manea seemed willing to compromise on their stances, but now he was forced to deal with the reality that every day he spent away from her was another day she was likely fucking about with that white prick she had brought home a season ago. Ordinarily Alastor wouldn't have given a damn who Manea wanted to sleep with, since they shared all their partners save for their one personal wolf—Relm for him and Irilyth for her. But since she had gotten in such a tizzy about him coupling with Relm, it seemed as if Manea was deliberately going out of her way to piss him off and try to hurt him. The white wolf, Kavik, had just been the latest in a long line of offenses she had dealt him, and he had taken each and every one of them in stride, but no more. This time he would stand his ground—no matter how much it wounded him to do so.

Yet even with him no longer living at home, bedding with Relm for the last couple of weeks, only returning to Alias Island to perform his duties as Commander, Alastor just kept himself moving forward. He threw himself into his work, pouring himself diligently into his patrols and training regiments with the other warriors. He and Relm had come up with a plan to bolster their fighting force in the event of a raid and that had taken up much of his time. Still, as each day wound down, he would find himself stealing glimpses of Manea and Kavik, knowing they would be going back to his home and sleeping in his bed that night. That was what pissed him off the most. The amount of disrespect Manea showed him and the callousness towards their relationship with her actions had solidified in his mind that he would not be the first to apologize. He would suffer in silence and ride this ship to the bottom of the sea if needed. But he would not give in first.

All these thoughts weighed heavily on Alastor's mind while running his morning patrol, so much so that he didn't see Kavik at first until he was almost right upon the arctic wolf. Blacks eye blinked and looked up at his nemesis, leering at that stupid smile on his ugly mug. Gods, he wanted to reach over and peel his face off right here and now, but something told him that maiming or killing his mate's new lover would only end badly for him. So Alastor grunted and grit his teeth, bearing the struggle—for now. At least he did until Kavik opened his mouth and goaded him with his words. Alastor froze in place, turning to face the departing white wolf with unbridled rage on his expression. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" he snarled, wheeling about to storm over to the other wolf. When Kavik didn't stop, Alastor lumbered into a full on charge at the other dire wolf, aiming to throw his entire weight into the other man's hips and send him sprawling. "Feeling brave, snowflake? Say that again!"

WC: 544
Total: 1013 / 1500


"Alastor"