A writing inspired by the one. |
Raging inside his pace quickens Jackels are lurking near His blood a fervent from his mates embrace. Yet now it rages inside. Ever watchful alertness heightens It has become a bitter peace with unguarded instinct With the cycle of the full moon strength is natures call Thirst becomes an ever present addiction Pacing His mind races Will they attack as one, or in waves The killing fields are in place One moment of thought crosses Hid mind Will He survive Yet deep down He knows His life means little to Him In the protection of his mate Taking in a deep breath He settles as the wind blows over Him Pitching His head to the heaven His call carries from Him letting all know His presence is near A wicked disposition over comes Him for to be anything less is certain death Clawing, scratching, ripping, tearing ,all His strength, and skill He’ll need For He is Alpha And soon it will be raining blood in a storm of flesh In the aftermath should He survive will be nothing more than ashes For He battles the devils own Yet His scences bring Him a knowing which almost destryed Him The scence of their weakness They of inflated egos to the point of arrogance A demise which almost claimed Him many moons ago An evil grin comes across as a familiar scent is caught by Him His mate has come to His side His mind hurried by the ensuing battle on the horizon She seeks His embrace Stilling His mind in that moment to embrace Her for She is the reason He lives It was through Her He regained His stature Then from a corner in His eye movemont catches His attention Turning knowing they are not alone He sees the pack Lone Wulf no more Again He reaches to the heavens and releases a call In unison the pack raises their voice Hair raising on their backs Soon it will be raining blood The battle will ensue Clouds parting revealing the full moons luminent grace Their Alpha has returned |