Wolf's Will

Chapter 4

"And my Lady? You are?" He asked. Beowulf had looked at other people standing with Amoux. The only person of royalty there was Ashina. 

He wouldn't have talked to her, but he looked at her face and smiled. He didn't see the second mark of identification, that would mean she is engaged. He saw clearly that Ashina was from the Volde pack and that Amoux was from the Hudun pack. 

There was no sign of marriage between both. And that gave him the chance to speak to her. 

"I am Ashina of Volde. Volde pack." She replied to him gladly. She saw the look in his eyes. She could sense how lost in thought he was.

"This is perfect," she concluded after inhaling him. Every Felan in Noguchi has a way of selecting their partner. The Felans of Noguchi have more sensitive olfactory way of sensing rather than the men. 

"You are a Lady or a humble Felan.?"

"I am a Lady. Daughter of the Alpha." She replied excitedly.

"Lord Amoux, is she your mate?" 

"No! I am not. He is a friend. An acquaintance of my father." 

"Oh! I see."

"Ashina!" Amoux growled, then smiled.

Not just Amoux and Ashina. The maids with Ashina knew how deep in trouble she was. Talking to the ultimate pack is like a crime to her. And denying Amoux was another. 

Even though by law, she isn't his mate to be, Amoux has perceived himself to be. And Ashina hurting his pride before this Lord Beowulf is unforgivable. Thus, his hatred for Beowulf increased in folds.

"Lord Amoux, can I speak to the market leader?" Beowulf asked, not taking his eyes off Ashina.

"Yes! The leader is all yours," 

The leader and others who were on their knees stood up. They all returned to their various shops even though Ashina could swear they were cursing Amoux for delaying them. Ashina looked at Beowulf as he was walking away. His gait felt different from most she had seen. 

"And that is royalty and humility," she sighed within herself

"Ashina! Get over here." Amoux dragged her closer and turned her towards him. 

"What?" She asked, trying to pull his hard grip off her. He didn't let go, but when she shifted her hand into that of a werewolf and nearly dug it into his arm, he left her. 

"What was that? What did you say to him?" Amoux asked with his face nearly in hers.

"The truth," she chuckled. He didn't say anything. He looked at the maid. He gave a bloodshot gaze, and they both shivered. They left both of them alone. 

"The truth? That your father hasn't requested for bride price doesn't mean you are not betrothed to me," Amoux growled

"I am not betrothed to you. Will never be," she replied.

"Eh? What's this sudden growth of courage? Did seeing a member of the Ultimate pack give you morale?" He asked, turning his face at Beowulf.

"There has always been courage in me. I have never been scared of you, but of my father," 

"And you think defiling me is not equal to defiling your father." Amoux growled. He proceeded to grab her one more time, but he stopped when he saw her claws.

"Listen, woman… listen… you will not misbehave," he growled silently.

"And what will you do? Report to my father, have him deal with me? Watch me get punished so you can regain your pride that a more manly man smashed? Or wait till my father forcefully hands me over to you, and then you hit me?" Ashina cried out silently in order not to attract attention. She moved away from him and towards Beowulf. 

Just a few steps close to Beowulf, she gasped. She felt a sudden rush of coldness pass through her veins. It felt like her blood became iced and it just started liquifying. She felt pain in her muscles. A sharp migraine hit her. Her feet became weak and she could swore she wasn't aware of what happened to her.

She saw Beowulf standing with his back before her. She wondered how she got there. 

She looked back at Amoux. She saw the rage in his eyes. The hatred his lips were cursing out. And then, just like how a sugar freeze hits, the memory of the past two minutes came back. She stood immobile looking at Amoux. She became dizzy. She wanted to return to him. It would be unheard of if her father was to hear that she left Amoux for another man. Son of the Ultimate Alpha. A pack of elite werewolves that most people in her clan were supposed to hate.

She could barely stand anymore. The subtle scent of Beowulf became choking now. It was the only scent that she could feel. All around her, she couldn't distinguish between any other werewolf. All that she could perceive was Beowulf's strength and scent. 

Her senses of perception heightened. She felt danger and her nose itches. She stopped moving and tried to make sense of what just happened. She denied Amoux right before her maids and a stranger she was just meeting. She knew those two maids with her, will be severely punished. She would receive her punishment too but she doesn't know what it would be. 

The fear of what her father would do, and the scent from Beowulf was all she could perceive. It blurred much of her cognitive ability. It even blurred her consciousness.

"I don't know what this is. But it seems meeting you might be the end of me." She thought of Beowulf. She didn't know why this is happening now that she met a man she respects and hope will bring her happiness.

She staggered. She was losing consciousness faster now. The sound of her stagger attracted Beowulf. He turned and saw her staggering. 

"Lady Ashina?" Beowulf called. He dashed to her even before she could take a step further. He laid his arms before getting to her. 

"I… I… I love this Lord Beowulf. He is the perfect man," she said and she fell on Beowulf's laid down arms.