Mikael Baltje
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WEARING: xxx
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Acacia Altan
TAG:
Acacia Altan
Their tactics had never been considered acceptable. Even as bodies lay strewn about the battlefield he could hear the jeers of their supposed allies in the fight. Clan Baltje had gone too far once more. Supposed innocents lay among the dead, and it was always their fault. He was tired of it. At least his clan was actively doing something about the Fayth, keeping them from spreading their influence east to parts and places unknown to most of the Lupo and humans alike.
The raiding parties had been successful thus far. Each mission bringing better gear to his outcasts. All the human villages were on watch, but that did not matter. Mikael and his band of misfits tore through each of them with ease and sheer brutality. He was the monster the humans feared the wolves were, and he had no desire to change his image among them. The albino knew his role in the conflict between Lupo and Fayth. His was to strike terror and dread into every single one of them.
Aelin had deemed it so.
She had been the first to accept his nomads, yet his presence had been too much for many of the others. While she knew nothing of his reputation, it did not take long for the other Lupo to fill her in on who he was, and why he had been banished from the council of the alphas. The tension between his entourage and the rest of clans had become too difficult to manage. She asked him to continue his work.
So he traveled east, promising to keep the Fayth from escaping. He had not expected to find that humans had already made settlements there, and was even more surprised to smell his kind on the wind. Every time he looked to the mountains of the eastern sky he knew they were there. He wondered if they could smell his intrusion or if the valleys kept his scent from rising up to them. It did not matter. Soon all of them would meet as his raids pushed him closer and closer to the rocky sanctuary the mountains provided.
Mikael had not expected to meet any of the Lupo before reaching the stone walls, but it seemed their kind were not completely loyal. That raid had been different. Under the cover of a new moon his pack entered the village. One by one each of them went missing. The swift and silent movements of the enemy around them had been all but undetectable to his younger and newer soldiers. Mikael killed who he could, but in the end he was alone.
All of his men had died.
That was when he smelled them, and that was when he heard them. The howl ripped through the air as lightning lit up the night. Finally his red eyes were set on the one hunting them. The blood on his maw had been unmistakable. Quickly the beast shifted into a human once more and picked up a spear. He lunged at Mikael with a ferocious speed he had never known before. It was not a gifted speed, but natural. He had to know how to harness this.
Survival was the only thought which filled Mikael’s mind. He could feel the cold steel as it passed beyond his steel plated armor and into his abdomen. It slowed the movements enough that the wolf was able to grab the shaft of the weapon and take it from his opponent. Mikael had to act quickly. He lunged forward as he turned the spear toward his assailant, and with a quick thrust his enemy was dead.
It was the last thing Mikael remembered before everything went dark.
His eyes opened, and the pain from his wound no longer felt fresh. The place where he laid was soft, and linen covered the wound. Someone had been taking care of him, mending the injury. He could smell them, all of them. The other Lupo had found them. Arguing filled his ears as he could overhear the plea and cry from several to dispose of the albino.
He had killed one of them.
He had killed a mate.
His eyes closed once more as the darkness overtook him again. He would not wake for another three days. This time it was the aroma of hot broth which stirred him. His eyes opened slowly as the blurry scene before him became clear. Finally he could make out a face.
A woman.
“Do I ha….ve you to… thank?”
His speech was groggy and his voice cracked because of his parched throat. He moved his hand about looking for water.
“Thirsty… I am thirsty.”
The raiding parties had been successful thus far. Each mission bringing better gear to his outcasts. All the human villages were on watch, but that did not matter. Mikael and his band of misfits tore through each of them with ease and sheer brutality. He was the monster the humans feared the wolves were, and he had no desire to change his image among them. The albino knew his role in the conflict between Lupo and Fayth. His was to strike terror and dread into every single one of them.
Aelin had deemed it so.
She had been the first to accept his nomads, yet his presence had been too much for many of the others. While she knew nothing of his reputation, it did not take long for the other Lupo to fill her in on who he was, and why he had been banished from the council of the alphas. The tension between his entourage and the rest of clans had become too difficult to manage. She asked him to continue his work.
So he traveled east, promising to keep the Fayth from escaping. He had not expected to find that humans had already made settlements there, and was even more surprised to smell his kind on the wind. Every time he looked to the mountains of the eastern sky he knew they were there. He wondered if they could smell his intrusion or if the valleys kept his scent from rising up to them. It did not matter. Soon all of them would meet as his raids pushed him closer and closer to the rocky sanctuary the mountains provided.
Mikael had not expected to meet any of the Lupo before reaching the stone walls, but it seemed their kind were not completely loyal. That raid had been different. Under the cover of a new moon his pack entered the village. One by one each of them went missing. The swift and silent movements of the enemy around them had been all but undetectable to his younger and newer soldiers. Mikael killed who he could, but in the end he was alone.
All of his men had died.
That was when he smelled them, and that was when he heard them. The howl ripped through the air as lightning lit up the night. Finally his red eyes were set on the one hunting them. The blood on his maw had been unmistakable. Quickly the beast shifted into a human once more and picked up a spear. He lunged at Mikael with a ferocious speed he had never known before. It was not a gifted speed, but natural. He had to know how to harness this.
Survival was the only thought which filled Mikael’s mind. He could feel the cold steel as it passed beyond his steel plated armor and into his abdomen. It slowed the movements enough that the wolf was able to grab the shaft of the weapon and take it from his opponent. Mikael had to act quickly. He lunged forward as he turned the spear toward his assailant, and with a quick thrust his enemy was dead.
It was the last thing Mikael remembered before everything went dark.
His eyes opened, and the pain from his wound no longer felt fresh. The place where he laid was soft, and linen covered the wound. Someone had been taking care of him, mending the injury. He could smell them, all of them. The other Lupo had found them. Arguing filled his ears as he could overhear the plea and cry from several to dispose of the albino.
He had killed one of them.
He had killed a mate.
His eyes closed once more as the darkness overtook him again. He would not wake for another three days. This time it was the aroma of hot broth which stirred him. His eyes opened slowly as the blurry scene before him became clear. Finally he could make out a face.
A woman.
“Do I ha….ve you to… thank?”
His speech was groggy and his voice cracked because of his parched throat. He moved his hand about looking for water.
“Thirsty… I am thirsty.”
