The Beast's Virgin Claim

"Shall I come back later?" Drakho asks amid our collision of fire he realises the simmering tension between us.

"No, stay. I will leave he does not care enough to amend things with his female this pack is his priority."

"Will you keep provoking me this way?" Phobos questions me as Drakho's eyes broaden whilst he gazes up at his Alpha. He instinctively bows his head deep in submission he senses my mate's potent pheromones of dominance and they weaken him but to me, they do absolutely nothing.

"Do not follow me Phobos," I warn heatedly promptly turning around making my steadfast path to the frozen river.

Today I shall dedicate the day to myself I will enjoy what these lands have to offer. Over the first few months after his departure to the hunt, I was introduced to the nearby river by Moira. She had claimed the fresh crystal clear waters soothed her soul when she bathed in it so I followed her advice and often spent my nights there.

Since we are at the peak of winter the river is frozen to ice and I can use it as my play area. I can ice skate! I know I do not possess the shoes for it here but it does not mean I cannot skate with my snow boots it will be quite fun I know it.

I wish my friends were here it would be very exciting they would make sure I had a good time. Sometimes I wonder how different things would be if my mate was from my home pack. I would have everything I need right there with me I wouldn't have to change my whole life for him and most of all I would have my family by my side.

I had always wanted to be close to home. I wished to live in a small house with my male and visit Cronus, mama and papa for celebrations where they would greet my male wholeheartedly for they adored him so much. Watching my moon blessed being close to my family was what I wanted but Phobos will never give me that. He can never reassimilate into our society he has gotten too wild preferring to be out in nature and among his wolves most of the time. So I sacrificed my dreams for him.

But here I feel so isolated from them and so very alone oftentimes. If Phobos at least made an effort for my sake I wouldn't feel this way but having no supportive male, no kind pack and no friends and family makes me so depressed.

I have changed I know it. Though it has been merely a year my mindset has been altered maturity has surged overtaking my playful energy. I feel as though I have lost a crucial part of me I abandoned it for the wolves of this soil. And I wish to rebirth it so I can...live. I do not want to be bound and shackled down. Phobos had always taught me how to be a free bird but here I find myself to be in a cage and he does not even notice it.

Taking a deep breath surveying the appeal of the pine trees glazed with snow that decorate both sides of the river I take my first step onto nature's ice to cheer my tired soul. It would be more fun if you were here to play with me Phobos.

It is pretty slippery I must say I am incapable of keeping my balance my hands flailing my body swinging side to side. I giggle aloud for I imagine myself to resemble a tiny penguin this instant. The soft sounds of ice cracking around me gather my attention but this is quite common when the floor is suddenly introduced to weight. I do not own time to explore till the end so I shall head towards the middle and return home.

Squinting my eyes I make a target to reach encouraging myself for I will be my own opponent in this make-believe match. I envision a flagstaff right in the centre of the river if I get there within the next few minutes I win! Adrenaline rushing my blood pumping I get into a competitive stance stooping low my eager eyes set on that invisible point counting the seconds in my head.

"Go Theia!" I squeal loudly laughter erupting from my belly as I skate as fast as I can towards the post. It is a merry ride I feel as though I am flying just gliding through the clouds the winter wind launching me farther. I skate in circles going back and forth and sideways often slipping and stumbling harshly upon the ice only to get back up and continue on my ride. I have skated on frozen waters numerous times before I am quite good at it.

"No!" A thundering panicked cry has me grimace and whirl around with widened eyes. What was that? At a distance, I discover a desperate Phobos who seems to be suffocating in horror I have never seen him so frightened before. I told him not to follow me and why does he look like that? Is he perhaps terrified of ice?

He looks as though he ran all the way here his chest heaving his mouth open to free his pants. Ocean blues scan the ice anxiously as I frown at his antics. He is too far from me I do not wish to go to land yet I merely just arrived a few minutes ago.

"What do you want Phobos?" I bark at him my voice carried forth through resonating echoes. He does not answer me his mind is absorbed with something else his globes studying our surroundings as though he is frantically seeking a way to get to me. The first hit of unease strikes. W-What is wrong he is scaring me.

I make my first move towards him as a turbulent snap has my eyes swell with shock and I directly inspect the ice floor only to notice an enormous crack haughtily mocking me. "Stop. Do not move Theia." He hollers anxiously as my heart springs to pound violently in my chest to the truth of what is transpiring.

The ice is breaking. I had been skating on thin ice all along.

How could I be so careless? I take a peek at what lies underneath the ice. Freezing waters that shall inevitably slay me. No. Goddess no.

"Stay as still as you can." I have never heard him sound this way before as though he is horrified. But at the same time, he is poised and calm not allowing his storming emotions to subjugate his thinking formulating solutions as quickly as he can. It is as though he has trained himself for such situations before for such composure I can never have if I was to guide a wolf in danger.

My breathing grows fast and unstable I have never encountered such a situation before and I am unprepared for it in every way. "Lie down and spread your arms and legs." He instructs me and I close my eyes to the apprehension that cages me slowly shifting my body earthward remaining as still as I can boosting my trembling hands to linger in front of me I kneel.

The ice remains still as a sigh of relief passes through my lips. If I end up getting into position as he directed I can gradually crawl to safety. He is watching my movements and monitoring the ice beneath me like a vulture not once taking his eyes off me yet I perceive the fear he holds in those striking blues of his.

Swallowing nervously I bow low like I am praying to the goddess attempting to get into a sleeping position. But nature has other plans....my death.