Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

In the dark of night. His body was slowly conforming to that of a statue. He had been losing himself to the witch’s will. His body wasn’t fighting anymore. He opened his eyes and saw the black raven crouching next to Catherine. His eyes turned to Juniper.

Your promises don’t mean anything.

Never again would he disappoint her. Not now, not ever. He hit the suddenly, gaining full awareness of his body. His claws protruded. He got a hold of his motors. The witch noticed he regained his strength. She stood up and pointed at him about to mutter a spell.

“You damn witch!” he jumped and spread out his claws mid-air. He came down on her, and unfortunately, she disappeared into a dark smoke. She blurred his vision and left him disarrayed. Xander meandered around lowering to the ground to get a feeling of Catherine.

It was pitch black. He couldn’t see a thing. His senses were heightened. The witch phased around him. He grew infuriated by her hollow appearance around him.

He made a step forward and his foot made contact with a body on the ground. Catherine. He was relieved she wasn’t taken away. His thoughts settled and he focused keenly on where the witch would appear next.

Her voice was once again circling around his ears.  His eyes went round the room but he couldn’t see her wholeness just black feathers lying around him.

“Stay put,” she warned. “You think you can get through this with a hassle,” she tittered. “Your guard has always been down. I can strike down just once,” her voice became stern.

Her presence elevated the darkness in the room.

“I will never submit to a witch,” he scowled. “You want to play tricks all day long?” Xander stomped.

Xander pulled his hair back. He was ready to charge at her as soon as she appeared. He steadied his chance and looked at the dark corners of the room.

“The pride you Marion men have is driven by irrational and blind motives,” the old witch submerged from the ceiling. Xander stepped back to guard Catherine.

Her wings spread out, revealing her face. Her dark eyes gleamed. The feathers of the wings rapidly withered. Her arms were pointing out at both sides. Her chest, torso, and down to her legs were concealed in her patchwork overall.

“What do you someone like you know about a Marion?” Xander grimaced. He steadied his stance hovering Catherine.

“I will not give you answers you seek,’ she jaunted towards him. Inches away from his sharp werewolf teeth.

This is my chance.

Xander charged towards her stretching out his claws yet again. He went right through her.

“I missed?” he was dumbfounded. He looked down at his long calloused hands. He imagined ripping her apart. Now a rip was made in his mind.

“You don’t learn, do you?” she reeled behind him.

It was as if she floated in the air. Partially levitating as her feet never met the floorboards. Xander looked back at her. He stared into her vicious eyes hovering above him.

***

The area surrounding the cabin started to experience a rumble. The ground was shaking, and the few trees around fell to the ground. The wind was blowing with full force and barging into the blockades of the entire cabins. The windows, doors, and any slight opening.

The Alpha was scared that useless to both Catherine and himself.

“There’s no way I can protect either of us now,” he looked at Catherine with shaky breaths.

Poor Catherine was still lying quietly unconscious.

“You cannot fathom what great power lies here,’ she crosses her palms on her chest.

She raised her chin up and Catherine’s lifted in the air. Xander wasn’t to catch on. He jumped high to grab a hold of a leg. The witch didn’t his finger the slightest chance to make contact. Xander landed with a loud thud to the floorboards.

The old witch was now between Xander and Catherine.

Catherine’s body levitated behind her. Her arms and legs spread apart with her head lowering down. Xander rose up from banging his fist on the ground. The old lady resorted to her telekinesis. She sent an armchair flying his way. The alpha was struck down. He rose up to his feet again with determination in his eyes.

He had given his life up for Catherine long before now. The old witch wouldn’t be able to change his conviction. He ran to strike and boosted himself into the air with a footstool.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The swung a wave swatting him against the wall. He pivoted from his knees. She sent another wave. Stronger this time. Xander went straight into the wall. He grunted in pain struggling to get a stance in the next room.

“I will rip your heart out your chest Alpha,” she warned with a grim. “Back down now.”

“You might just have to,” he maundered and groaned. “I have faced worse creatures than you,” he swiped a smudge of blood on his lips.

“You are nerve-wracking,” she grinned and balled her fists.

The witch was beginning to detest Xander’s undeniable relentlessness.

***

After a series of uprooting sharp metal parts, and tree branches and sparing it at the Alpha. She mostly targeted his head. At this point, she wrecked the floorboards and he fell through. She didn’t relinquish the time for him to stabilize himself from the fall. She broke the earth underneath his feet.

She whirled a heap of sand into the ditch he landed. She sealed it with a boulder.

Perhaps this was a test of loyalty to predestined love for Catherine. Or not.

The Alpha would breathe his last breath that night. This night fell silent and the owls hooting rose in accordance. The whirlwind settled. The rumbling was no more. The cabin was dismantled from all sides. It only held its sheltering structure from above.

Elli was floating and suspended mid-air. Her skin shines brightly in the moonlight. The nocturnal essence around her made her hair droop upwards when her body faced downwards. It was a sort of poltergeist orchestrated by the old witch.

The sound of eager wolves came from a distance. The witch sensed other creatures heading this way. She proceeded to head in the direction when felt a tremor from a spot. It wasn’t her doing. The ground in which the Alpha was embedded shook with pounding intensity.

He was alive.