Prelude
Crusader pack
Twenty-eight years before...
"Alpha, push!" Female yelled, barely overpowering Lara's screams. "Bear up! You are almost there!"
Lara screamed once more at her words. The cry of a young was heard afterward. And the surprised gasp of the female that delivered young.
"What's wrong?"
Female looked at her with wide eyes as she raised young's head to her for insight.
Seeing young, Lara threw her head in satisfaction and thunderously laughed. "My best creation. Call in Dylan."
Female nodded and, with young in her hands, walked toward doors behind which worried male stood. She didn't dare look him in the eyes while she talked. "Master, your young. Also, mistress want's you inside."
Dylan nodded and took young in his hands, looking at her. He stood there without breath when he saw her. She smirked, satisfied and equally magnificent as the first time he set his eyes on her. And just as equally cold.
"Is this even possible?"
Smile was still on her face, and it answered his question.
"What will we do with the young? We have to kill it, though."
Lara sat up. "No. We will keep it. But no one is supposed to know what she is. And, I don't want her outside the pack. No, if she is not with me."
Dylan could only nod at her words.
"Carry young to the nurse. And don't appear with it before my eyes for a week. I want to rest."
Male rebelled against her words. But, did it afterward. Closing the door behind himself, he once more looked at his young. She is gorgeous. Although she looked like Dylan, he loved that fact. Equally praying the young has his personality.
He loves Lara, true, but she was always a cold-blooded bitch. She only looks after herself, nothing more.
He knew; he simply knew that it's the same with their young. Benefit. And nothing more.
"Leah. Let Leah be your name."
Eyes of the young reddened.
He laughed. "You like it?" Once more. "Okay, okay. I can see we will get along in the future."
"What's wrong?"
Female looked at her with wide eyes as she raised young's head to her for insight.
Seeing young, Lara threw her head in satisfaction and thunderously laughed. "My best creation. Call in Dylan."
Female nodded and, with young in her hands, walked toward doors behind which worried male stood. She didn't dare look him in the eyes while she talked. "Master, your young. Also, mistress want's you inside."
Dylan nodded and took young in his hands, looking at her. He stood there without breath when he saw her. She smirked, satisfied and equally magnificent as the first time he set his eyes on her. And just as equally cold.
"Is this even possible?"
Smile was still on her face, and it answered his question.
"What will we do with the young? We have to kill it, though."
Lara sat up. "No. We will keep it. But no one is supposed to know what she is. And, I don't want her outside the pack. No, if she is not with me."
Dylan could only nod at her words.
"Carry young to the nurse. And don't appear with it before my eyes for a week. I want to rest."
Male rebelled against her words. But, did it afterward. Closing the door behind himself, he once more looked at his young. She is gorgeous. Although she looked like Dylan, he loved that fact. Equally praying the young has his personality.
He loves Lara, true, but she was always a cold-blooded bitch. She only looks after herself, nothing more.
He knew; he simply knew that it's the same with their young. Benefit. And nothing more.
"Leah. Let Leah be your name."
Eyes of the young reddened.
He laughed. "You like it?" Once more. "Okay, okay. I can see we will get along in the future."
