One Harmless Baby

The entire place erupts into one mass hysteria as wolves begin to run in all directions, more and more wolves can be heard screaming as heads are torn off the bodies, spines coming off and there is blood, gore and innards everywhere.

And smack in the middle of the whole furor is a berserk, blood thirsty and furious Lycan king.

As he snaps up a werewolf's head, he raises his eyes and he meets that of the Alpha.

He trembles as their four eyes become one, shooing his wife and his children into the house behind him, locking the door on the outside.

"I love you, Amelia." He whispers against the door, swallowing the key before turning back to the larger than life King that is stalking towards him. 

Faintly, he can hear his baby crying.

The Lycan King wades through many bodies, shifted and half shifting and normal bodies, all torn to pieces, the stench of death wades thickly through the air but neither of the two men break their eye contact.

The clearing is empty now, as everyone is now on the ground, writhing or dead.

Leaving the Alpha and the King.

"King Damon, what a pleasure to have you in our…"

Snap.

The turn of the Alpha's head makes a loud sickening crunch as his head makes a three hundred and sixty degree turn before the King, with a loud growl, pulls it cleanly out of his body, his spine coming out along with it.

He dangles it in the air, staring at the still wide open eyes of his prize.

He does not feel satiated for some reason.

Dahlia is dead… Dahlia is dead… Dahlia is dead… Is the mantra ringing over and over in his head and then a baby's crying interrupts his riotous thinking and the sound grates on his already frayed nerves.

The door in front of him collapses in only one kick and it collapses to the ground.

Inside it is a woman with flowing brown hair, a baby in her hands and two boys hiding behind her.

"Please, my King, spare us… Spare my children." The woman pleads, falling on her face.

She is the opposite of Dahlia.

Dahlia would fight not beg, Dahlia had long blonde hair, Dahlia had only one son…

No.

Dahlia is dead, every other woman must die, especially the one belonging to that Alpha who dared to murder his mate.

With a loud, painful growl, he strikes them down, one by one.

From the mother, to the taller boy, to the smaller boy.

Remained the baby.

He looks down at the girl who stares up at him with wide, googly eyes.

Then she gurgles, laughing, reaching out and suddenly grabbing his front paws. He retreats immediately. He is covered in blood.

And for the first time in five hours, a peaceful thought crosses his head… "She is wearing white, don't stain it." He chides himself, taking a few cautious steps backwards.

She frowns and pouts her lower lip and it trembles softly as though she is about to start crying, as she watches him draw back.

Slowly, he makes his way forward again and she laughs, even louder than before.

He lets out a small grunt as he muzzles the baby, rubbing his cheeks on her small body before taking one big step backwards, his growl loud and dangerous.

No matter how much she laughs, she is a descendant of this cursed pack. He raises his large paws in the air, his claws long, shiny and sharp, ready to do damage to her, like he did to the others.

But the girl laughs again.

Amaris laughs.

Unable to do any harm, he picks her up, running on all fours in the direction of the moon, away from the mass dead bodies he has left behind, the baby cooing softly as she falls asleep on his back.