The Woods!
The sound of leaves rustling in the trees, slowly, the wind blew on Bruce's face. His eyes opened slowly. Looking above his shoulders, he surveyed the entire ambience. He had just passed out in the woods after escaping from the tunnel. His wounds had healed completely.
Pushing himself up with his two hands stuck to the ground, he got up from his sitting position maintaining a steady posture as he stood up.
Suddenly, the reminiscence of the events of that morning hit him, taking a glance at himself, his hands and cloths were still stained with his father's blood. Bruce howled in excess agony. He had just lost his father and his place as Alpha at the same time. "Mother!" He said panicking wondering what must have become the fate of Tala his mother.
Completely exhausted, he stuck out his nose, his heightened senses could scent water from a distance. Listening closely, he picked up the area where the water was cascading from and with a rush, he hurried to the river bent down and scooped a quantum amount with his hands gasping with relief after few gulps.
With the sensation of intense despair, Bruce sat on the floor, his eyes shut listening to the rhythms of of the wind flowing through space. The only thought in his mind was that of avenging his father and taking back his place as Alpha of Lycan Pack.
Just then a thought came to his mind. The Omega! The one who had helped him escape through the tunnels. She seemed like the only one who could help her get into the Castle unnoticed.
"But she is my Mate!" Bruce thought to himself. He had always wanted to scent his mate and be able to have a pup with her, someone to build a legacy with but considering the situation of things.
Bruce became engrossed in an inward conflict no sure of he was to mark her in such circumstances or pretend till everything was back to normal. From the look of things, the Omega was much younger and couldn't sense him to be her mate yet.
Within a short period of deep reflection, Bruce decided that he was not going to tell her that she was his mate until he was done taking back his honor. He also had noticed the animosity that the Omega had in her for him when she first net him before she decided to help him escape. Never would Bruce have remembered that she was the daughter of the Alpha he had killed five years back.
Bruce was not too far away from the Castle but he knew that his uncle must have had people searching for him, he was sure that Darius's intention was to kill him so that he could remain the Alpha of Lycan Pack undisputed. Bur remembering the promise he made to his father while he lay in his pool of blood before he died, he was filled with a sudden charisma of strong-will and determination.
Dusting himself, he stood up from the floor, tore out the remaining parts of his shredded shirt and threw it on the floor. Then he removed his pants. Completely naked, he dived into the river to have a bath. The water was really soothing to his skin, he could feel the warmth all over his body as he swam from one end to the other, the stains of blood gradually wiping off from his body.
After a long bath in the river, Bruce got out, completely refreshed. His perfectly sculptured body was dripping with the water from the river. After few seconds of waiting for a good quantity of the water to drip out, he put on his pants. It was getting really dark and Bruce felt his stomach grumble.
He needed to eat something in order to regain his strength but Bruce reasoned that most of the animals in the forest must have gone into their holes, or their resting places by that time and there was no other things in the forest to eat. With a deep sigh he yawned widely staggering in the woods with the last strength he had.
Just then, Bruce heard a sharp sound emanate from a distance. It seemed as though something had run across. Alarmed, Bruce snuck out his nose and eyes to sense what it must have been but his senses were blank. His eyes couldn't pick up any motion also as the sun had set and the moon was half reflecting slightly upon the grasses and soil in the wood as the branches and leaves in the tall trees covered its light.
Being certain that whatever moved must have life and since he couldn't sense it, then it must be coldblooded, Bruce realized that it must have been a Werewolf that lurked in the woods among the darkness of the night.
For a second time, the sound came forth, this time it was more audible and seemed to emanate from a closer distance. Bruce was startled for a short while, taking two steps backwards he listened closely to be able to pick the exact direction the sound was coming from.
The Werewolf seemed to be moving very fast. The third movement was made, then came the fourth and the fifth. Each drawing the creature closer to him.
"Show yourself!" Bruce bellowed in a rage completely pissed off with the games the creature was trying to play. He was filled with a rage but was still very anxious and conscious of his surrounding at the same time not so eager to be taken unawares by whoever it was.
"Well if it isn't the Alpha of Lycan Pack! Such an honor to be graced by your presence my Lord!" Came the deep feminine voice from a short distance.
Bruce was puzzled for a moment. "What could a female Werewolf be doing in the forest by that time? That was very rare.'
"Who are you then?" Bruce asked slowly with the conception that the Werewolf was not harmful.
"Oh! I bear a lot of names. Some call me the Bounty Queen, some others call me the Huntress. But I prefer Elora! It makes me feel more appealing to strangers." She responded.
"What do you want Elora?" Bruce asked with a slight panic having realized that the Werewolf wasn't as harmless as he had imagined.
"Oh well, word got out that the Alpha of Lycan Pack killed his father and escaped and a bounty has been placed on his head for whoever captures him dead or alive." She stopped for a while and growled softly running swiftly across the path she walked in, then she continued.
"Who doesn't want a share of the stacks of gold? I care for some too!" She said with a snicker.
It appeared that the Werewolf was getting really closer, her voice was more audible than it was earlier on. Bruce knew that there was an upcoming attack and so he maintained a stance.
It didn't take long, the Werewolf attacked. Unable to see her claws on time, Bruce couldn't escape her scratch as she tore part of his skin at his back with her sharp claws.
Bruce yelped in pain almost falling. Holding unto his back, he rested upon a tree still scouring in the darkness in search of Elora.
She seemed to be faster than he had imagined. She was a fierce and determined rogue wolf without a pack who had so much fun hunting other Werewolves even without a price. Hunting Bruce with a price attached to it seemed like more fun for her and so she took delight in enjoying herself that night.
Bruce composed himself, certainly there was no way he was going to be able to negotiate with the Elora who had already started attacking. Defensively, he outstretched his hands, groping for any other thing he could lay his hands on but there seemed to be only space.
Determined to get out of the situation alive, Bruce took a deep breath and listened quietly. He could hear the miniature sound of her heavy feet stomping on the grasses, making tiny rustling. The sound was very tiny as she was swift with her movements.
Capturing the exact direction the sound was coming from, Bruce looked carefully and there it was! The one thing that gave her away.
Her blue eyes were reflecting under the rays of the moonlight. The tiny glitter seemed to be glittering as she moved slowly but Bruce paid in-depth attention following the tiny glitter of her blue cold eyes.
With a second attempt, she swiftly surged at Bruce, her claws extended towards his face. This time, Bruce was faster as he could see her figure move through her eyes.
He got a hold of the wolf and hurled it over with a great force. Elora hit so hard on a huge tree howling in deep pain as her body collided with the tree making a large thud. She fell to the ground with a great force whimpering for the second time.