My eyes remained over his father who began stepping forward, closer to Nicholas. When they were almost close, I noticed something odd.

A change in Nicholas.

His posture straightened slightly and his face turned calmer, almost peaceful, as if he had seen something. He stood on his position till his father launched at him, his claws extended and aiming for his heart. I held my breath back and nearly loosened the arrow from my fingers, but then, Nicholas retorted.

He countered his father's attack. The battle between them shifted in a matter of seconds. Nicholas' claws slashed, leaving visible wounds on his father's wolf. Blood splattered on the grass below and his father's men took another step forward.

Their presence didn't threaten him. Instead, he continued, leaving more bloody gashes and receiving some in return. Even when at the verge of losing, his father didn't stop or beg for Nicholas' mercy. He continued, continued attacking his own son like he didn't mean anything to him, like he wasn't his father.

Growls vibrated through the both of them. More bloodshed.

His father, despite his injuries, lunged once again. His powerful form moved like a shadow under the morning light. It was a wolf refusing to bow, a beast drive by a lust for power.

Their claws collided, each fighting to break through and kill. His father aimed for Nicholas' throat, but he twisted away at the last moment. Suddenly, his father's paw swiped at his face, sending him sprawling on the ground.

A gasp escaped my lips. His father was on him again as he was trying to rise. The sight seemed unbearable, but then the unimaginable happened. Nicholas rose from the ground, his jaw clamping down hard on his father's leg.

A howl echoed in the silence and his father's strength soon faltered as he began crumpling to the ground. That was it.

That was supposed to be it.

Nicholas was stronger than his father, and it was because he was younger than him and a lot more skilled. All he had to do now was kill him. That was all.

He stood tall above his father who was on the ground, on his stomach, wounded terribly. There was no hope of survival for him, not anymore. The rival pack watched in silence as their alpha was at the brim of getting killed, at defeat. None of them intervened.

Nicholas' hand went around the back of his father's throat and he kneeled near him. His face morphed once more, turning some-what into the man I know before he spoke. "Till death." It was only a whisper, but it was heard by everyone, even me.

He dropped his father's head onto the ground and glanced up, at me before stepping to the side. I didn't hesitate. I nodded, swallowing hard. And then, with a swift movement, I released the arrow from my hold.

The arrow flew from my grasp, slicing through the air and found it's mark, sinking into his father's back and into his heart. A howl escaped from his lips and it was only a few minutes later before he was dead along with his reign.

The silence that followed was deafening.

I turned away and looked behind, at my brother who was at the brim of his own death. Setting the arrow back into the bag, I rose up and reached closer to him. With another swift movement of my aching hand, I removed the knife from his neck and stepped behind.

"Run, that's if you can because if you don't, you'll be dead and that's the last thing I want for you, brother." I smiled at him, a victory smile before I left the rooftop.

I hurried down the stairs and rushed outside. There, waiting for me, stood Nicholas. Without hesitation, I ran into his embrace, feeling his strong arms wrap around me, providing me with everything I had ever desired.

His fingers delved deeper into my arm as he held me tighter. "I heard your brother." He whispered.

"He's gone." I stared up at the sky and the clouds shifting. The rooftop of the house was empty and I was sure of it.

Gerald was going to do whatever it took to run away from here. Knowing now that I was protected and cared for, he wasn't going to ever return and that alone was a relief.

I closed my eyes and pressed my head against his chest. While they were no words spoken, I could hear every bit of his thoughts and I knew he could hear mine. And that was the last time we were embraced by storm.

Over the days, the rival pack wolves were gone to wherever they came from. Nicholas' father's body was buried and a small funeral was held when his dearest mother came to pay a visit to him. Though, he didn't attend the funeral nor talk to his mother for more than a minute. He wanted this all to be over more than anything else.

And so did I.

"You're making me late." I whispered, pressing my hand against the wet walls of the washroom. Water streamed down from the shower head and over my body.

"I'm not," Nicholas replied, taking a step closer, bringing our bodies into contact once again. His hands rested on my back, fingers splaying over my skin as he held me tight under the shower. "You don't have to go anywhere." He leaned, pressing soft kisses to my neck, making my breath hitch in my chest.

My eyes fluttered shut as I felt his body behind, bare and warm against mine. I drew my hand away from the wall and traced it over his arm. His pulsing thickness lingered over my entrance, waiting for me to crawl to him. His hand lowered to my ass, spreading my legs over the wet floor of the shower. I arched back at him, not caring whether I was getting late or not anymore.

"Nicholas," I murmured, the sound of his name a near sigh.

His hands guided my movements as I slowly lifted myself onto my toes, inviting him inside. A male growl parted his mouth as he pushed inside me, filling me completely. Pleasure pumped through my body and my back arched even more, wanting to take every inch of his length inside. My hips slowly moved along with his tormenting thrusts.

As he moved within me, I could feel my walls tightening around his cock, milking him for more. His hand tightened over my shoulder, locking in a few strands of my wet hair at the same time as he set a punishing pace.

Each slap of his hips against mine echoed in the washroom, a wet thud that blended with our ragged breathing. I drew my lips into my mouth, moaning at the sensations growing inside me. My lower belly tightened as he pounded harder.

His fingers twisted in my hair, firmly pulling my head back against his shoulder. My body arched further into him, my hands scrabbling against the slick shower tiles, trying to remain on my feet while his other hand traced across my body, from my shoulder to my waist before wrapping around my breast.

I pushed back deeper, feeling the tip of his cock pressed right against my sweet spot. The water from the shower head blurred my vision. Nicholas growled as his fingers teased and squeezed my breath, my soft nipple hardening under his violent touch.

"Devil," he grunted, his voice rough with need. My breath hitched as he drew out and slammed into me again. "My devil."

I edged closer and closer, the pressure tightening up in my belly. Each thrust of his cock inside and each teasing pinch of his fingers on my breast pushed me nearer to the brink of my orgasm. He tugged at my breath against before quickly wrapping his hand around my throat.

His other hand lowered to my clit, rubbing it in circles. A strangled moan escaped my mouth as I gripped his wrist. My nails dug into his skin and my knees weakened. My world narrowed to the feel of his cock inside me, stretching me wide, the strong hand at my throat, his fingers playing over my clit and the way he called me devil as if it was the most precious way to define me in his arms.

The pleasure in my belly began to undo. My nails dug deeper into his skin, pleading for more, for him to push me over the edge. His finger pressed against my clit while he thrust again. My walls clenched around him and the head inside me exploded.

With a growl, he found his release at the same time, his heat trailing down my legs as he stilled behind me, his forehead resting against the back of my shoulder. His breaths were hot and ragged against my neck, the sound of his orgasm forcing my insides to pulsate once more.

He tucked his face into the crook of my neck, placing gentle kisses on my skin as I breathed heavily. My chest rose and dropped, water still blurring my vision. I stepped a few inches away from the shower and rubbed my eyes while his arms came wrapping around me.