© 2002-2025 Rochelle
Simpson
Part 2
"Right… oh well
nothing to be done for it I suppose…shall we head to the
den then? Maybe have a little fun before we rest?" He chuckled
pulling Emerald into his arms and running his hands lustfully
all over her even as their son was still bound to his mother
by his right hand.
"Not in the sight
of the others dear…. But I know what you mean... I hunger
as well. The wolf inside of me calls for blood…" She laughed
and Darkrider winced, trying to pull away from his mother.
He didn't want to be hurt again, they had hurt him last
night, wasn't that enough? When did the hurts stop? When
would he be able to sleep without crying himself to it first?
"Stop it." His
mothers voice was cold and harsh. Like a whip cracking in
his ear Darkrider froze instantly. Darkwolf released her
to glare at Darkrider.
"And where in
the high ones name were you going anyway?" Darkwolf asked
him with an angry glare.
"Pl-please I
don-don-…" Darkrider was beginning to sob and swearing to
the sky his mother began to drag him to their den before
others saw. "Momma please… I'll-I'll tell..." He tried to
threaten them into leaving him alone for the night. Instead
Emerald threw him into a pile of furs in the den while Darkwolf
pulled the cloth closed over the doorway in.
"Tell them?
Tell them what? That a sweet docile mother and a jovial
father hurt you? Oh, never mind you don't have a single
wound to prove it?" His mother snickered at him as he crawled
away from her, but his back hit the den wall and he was
out of running room. "My stupid son, when will you realize
they're all moths? Moths don't save other moths when the
wolf comes to devour its meals, they run, or pretend they
don't see it. You can't call moths to save you…"
"She's right
boy. So just keep quiet like usual and maybe will get tired
early." His father pulled his sword from its sheath and
gave a crooked devils grin that turned Darkriders blood
to ice.
"No… no… mama…"
Darkrider was in full tears and choking sobs as his mother
stalked towards him over the furs like a hungry wolf.One
nimble limb in front of the other creeping slowly his direction.
In one last attempt to get away Darkrider stumbled to his
feet to try and run past, but his awkwardness on his own
two feet betrayed him and his mother caught him by the hair
dragging him back to his father who was laughing….