"Sure, wait until I've already been beaten to a pulp, big brave dog. I'm amazed these men will even follow you." Zach choked out as he came to his feet.
"You'll die just like your father died boy!" Zach heard the roar but knew he was in no shape to get out of the way of the beasts charge.
The alpha hit Zach in the chest with a bull rush, wrapped both arms around his chest and began to squeeze. With both arms pinned Zach could do nothing but try to keep from blacking out, his arms the only thing keeping him from being crushed. So he brought a knee up into his opponents gut, once, twice, yet the pressure did not yield.
Zenah watched her father doing his best to kill her mate.
"STOP!" The scream was wrenched from her lips. She could feel Zach's labored breathing, could feel a vice clamping around her chest even as one did Zachs.
She had no idea what happened then, one second she was screaming at the top of her lungs for her father to stop, the next the world went red, blood red. The room around her looked as if she were looking through a red filter, a rage she'd never felt raced through her. It picked her up and hurtled her forward as if she were a leaf and it, a hurricane wind.
The men that held her were nothing to her now, their arms came off her like they were matchsticks as she tore herself free. Then she was moving forward, a howling banshee of destruction and deliverance. All she knew, all she was conscious of was her mate was in trouble, mortal danger.
Zenah hit her father in the back with the force of a torpedo. His arms snapped open, dropping Zach to the floor and reached around towards this new enemy. But Zenah was not to be denied, she latched onto his back and tore into him, raining blow after blow onto his shoulder and head.
"You will not take him from me. Do you hear me? YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM FROM ME!" Her cry silenced the entire room.
Everyone present realized what was happening. Only a she wolf was granted the kind of superhuman strength at work here, and only when her mate or pups were in danger. A quiet murmur swept through those standing in attendance. Each and everyone of them knew this boy was a cat, his scent told them that. Yet they all could see that they were bonded, deeply bonded and that alone could not be disputed.
"Get off of me you little bitch!" Zenah's father roared.
Reaching behind his neck he flailed for a few seconds before getting a hold of Zenah's hair. With a deep snarl he pulled her over his head, her fingernails leaving deep bloody furrows in his shoulders.
"You're dead to me. I give you everything, and this is how you repay me? By shacking up with a cat. I will never allow this to happen, do you hear me, never." His massive hand wrapped around Zenah's windpipe, the pressure increasing with every second.
She kicked, her fists struck again and again but she could see the red in her father's eyes and knew this wasn't her father anymore. His anger had pushed him beyond the realm of reason into the anger of the wolf. He wouldn't stop until the focus of that rage was destroyed or he was.
Zach, I'm so sorry, but I couldn't let you die. The cry was trapped in her head, no air could travel through a trachea that was being squeezed like an overripe piece of fruit.
"Let her go." The voice she heard was flat, devoid of emotion.
Straining, Zenah shifted her head around so she could see her father's face. Behind that snarling visage she caught sight of Zach, in his eyes she saw a rage she'd never seen before. It was the total opposite of her fathers, her father was all ferocity and bluster, a volcano in full eruption. But Zach, Zach was the power of subzero temperatures. Zack kept his rage banked behind walls of will, and those walls were crumbling. Zenah didn't know what she was more afraid of, her father, or what could happen if Zach let himself go completely.
"Do you know what this is old man?" Zenah felt her fathers grip loose some of its tension.
"This is a silver chain embedded with diamond dust. I can cut through an oak tree with just a few tugs. Want to see if I can get it through that bull neck of yours. I know your head's as hard as rock." Zenah felt the fingers gripping her throat loosen and she fell to the floor. "But let's find out if your neck is, shall we?"
It was then that Zenah noticed the thin silver cord wrapped around her father's thick neck. The huge man's eyes bulged as she watched Zach tighten the noose.
"Now you I and your daughter are going to walk out of here nice and slow. If any of your wolves take as much as a step towards us they'll find your head at their feet before they can get anywhere near us." With a quick jerk he began to lead him backwards out of the circular room.
Getting closer to the door, with growls the wolves near it parted to let them through. Looking over his shoulder Zach watched them back away, allowing Zenah and he to back out the door.
"You will not get away with this, this means war and you know it!" Alpha Loadstone rasped through his squeezed throat.
"If it does, you will be the one's at fault. The treaty states that neither side is allowed to capture those of the other race without just cause. And that even with just cause, such captures must be reported to the other races leadership within two hours." Zach pulled the Alphas head back and whispered in his ear. "Your goons attacked me over what," He looked over at Zenah. "How long has it been since they attacked. I was out of it for a while?"
"It's been at least five hours."
"Thanks. They knocked me out over four hours ago so you're already in violation of the treaty." Minutes later they arrived at the front door to the enormous house.
Stepping outside into the fresh clean night air Zach pulled the noose so tight Loadstones eyes bulged. After a minute or so he released him and he fell to his knees gasping for breath.
"The only reason you're still alive is the fact that, even though you're an ass, and a horrible alpha, you are still Zenah's father. So for her sake I will not kill you. But if you ever threaten her again, I'll wade through an army of wolves and rip your head off with my bare hands." With that he kicked the large man in the back, knocking him to the wood of the deck.
Grabbing Zenah's hand he bolted for the tree line.
"Do you think they'll come after us?" He asked.
"They might, but I don't think so. They'll want revenge sure, but they'll be more worried about there alpha right now."
"Then the four behind us must want to just talk, right?"
"Great, now what are we going to do?"
"Do you have anything against killing them?" Zach asked, ducking under a branch.
"I'd rather not. These guys aren't the real problem. They're just following orders." Zach could understand that so they both just continued to run, trying to put some distance between them and their pursuers.
"You know, it would be real nice right now to be able to magicly shift forms like they do in the movies." Zach yelled over at Zenah who was running about ten feet from him, off to his felt.
"Yeah, it'd be nice if all vampires did was sparkle in the sunlight too." She shouted back.
"Good point, I guess we can't have it all can we."
A few more miles into the forest and they both realized they were alone.
"I think they gave up a few miles back." Zenah said between deep breaths.
"I think so too." Zach looked around at the unfamiliar forest. "Question is, where are we?"
"We are out in the middle of nowhere. We ran west from the den which places us about twelve miles west of Perkins. So we are about ten miles south of the Quinn state forest area, just south of Watson. If we keep running west and cross county road five five seven and then head north west we'll keep in the forest for about for a hundred miles if we want to."
"As tempting as that may be, we need to get back to my house. From there I can contact my mother, maybe make it to the house."
"The house? Are you kidding? You saw how my people treated you. Do you really think yours will be any different?"
"Good point." Zach leaned his forehead against a tree for a few seconds before continuing.
"Then let's head to my place, if we head north from here we could be there in a little over an hour."
"But don't you think my father will have thought of that? They can drive there a lot faster than we can run."
"Yeah, but they know nothing about my traps." A grin grew on Zach's face as he stepped into a slow jog.
"Traps? What do you mean traps?" Zenah asks as she followed.
"Just wait and see."
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