Red

In the midst of the turmoil hearts trumps, breaths quicken and eyes focus. The works of the living cease to exist in this moment as only one thing matters to him.

Crimson

It seeps from her wound and onto her hands.
Kiara opens her mouth to speak his name and the moment it took for his mind to catch up was gone.

She was hurt and he had to help her.

"No"

Marquése rushes towards her, catching her warm body in his hands as she begins her descend to the ground.

"Kiara! Baby no no no! Stay with me Kiara! Stay with me please."

He was pleading with her but all she heard was white noise.
She was so weak and the only thing her body wanted in this moment was to rest. Her eyes wanted to close but he didn't let her, shaking her head slightly to keep her awake and alert.

With her weak body laying in his arms, he uses both their hands to press down onto the wound to apply pressure, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

Kiara coughs violently and more blood comes up; the color offending him.

How dare it be the one to take her away from him!

The color was supposed to show his love for her, not her death.

"I'm s-sorry, i was just trying t-to save you like you saved me."
She tried to speak but the pain was too much. The faster her blood flowed was the slower her movements got.

"Baby you have nothing to be sorry for. This isn't your fault it's mine."
He cried as he held her face.

In that moment Alderman realizes the error of his ways. He was a fool that couldn't see his daughter was extremely loved by an incredible man that would go to the ends of the earth for her. However, that wasn't the thing he couldn't believe, but mostly that he had just stabbed his own child.

His hand that was once holding the knife shook violently and he attached it to the side of his head as his whole body convulsed.

"What have I done?"

We most ask that question, but by then it's when it is too late.

Marquése's red eyes rises to the now demolished battlefield, all the traitors dying harsh deaths for the lives that they took today. Their blood now staining the once green grass.

"Khal! Help!"
Marquése yells out Khal's name, everyone just now realizes what has happened. They we're all staring at Kiara and Marquése in horror, but his eyes wasn't on them, it was on the hand that once held the knife that was now slowly killing the woman he loves.

"You"
The single word broke him.

Everyone was running, aiming for the man who had just stabbed their queen but they couldn't believe it was her own father.

"I-I-" Alderman stutters, he couldn't speak
He couldn't believe he had just stabbed his own child.

"You!"

Kiara was out of Marquése's hand and into Khal's in the next second.

Everyone despised the man in that moment. They all wanted him dead but they knew what was coming so they didn't dare touch him. They weren't going to take this from their king, he deserves the kill.

"I didn't mean to, s-she ran and she put herself in front of the knife. It wasn't my fault, she sacrificed herself for you-"

He was talking but all Marquése saw was red, all he heard was static and everything he once felt was gone.

In this moment, everyone around him dissipated, everything was gone and every ounce of control he once possessed was just gone.

"I'm going to kill you."

As soon as the words left his lips, skin turned to fur before everyone's eyes.
It wasn't a full moon but in the middle of the day no less and that detail shocked them all.

"Oh my goddess!" People around him screamed at his image, they couldn't believe their eyes that the king could change into a wolf at will. However that didn't matter to him.

The once sleeping monster was now awake and he was out for one thing, he demanded blood.

How fitting that it was his last name.

Greyson was in full control now and as soon as his eyes focused on his prey he attacks.

The wolf's only intent was to kill him and the old man ran, trying to outrun the wolf but one thing he couldn't outrun was his sins.

His judgment day had finally arrived and Marquése was being the judge, jury and the executioner.

Paws of reckoning dig deep into the mud as the chase continues, however it was short lived.
As soon as Marquése gets close to him Alderman stops, turning around before stooping down to arm himself with a sword.

"Don't you dare come any closer or else I'm going to have to kill you too!"

Wrong move

The beast lunges, carrying out its attack with precision, as the damned hand of the wicked man swings futilely.
No swords were as sharp as it's teeth.

The sharp incisors tears through the bone of his hand first, almost taking the whole thing off; disarming him.

"Please" the wicked man begged, falling to his knees to plead for mercy.
"Don't do this"

The wolf's jaws pull back as it growls out, showing its weapons of death.

"Please, merc-"

The rest of the word would never be spoken as Greyson attacks, going in for the jugular. His teeth sink into flesh, cracking through bone as his jaws of death clamp down on Alderman's throat.

The man struggles, grabbing onto the wolf's mouth but he could do nothing to stop this.
Death was eminent

"Grrrrr"
Greyson growls out as he fights the attempts Alderman makes to stop him, forcing his jaws to close. They clamp down as far into his neck as possible, effectively crushing the life out of him.

Mere seconds pass before the body goes completely limp, all fight over and at last the evil king is dead.

With blood in its eyes and blood dripping from it mouth, the wolf rises to its feet, victorious as the threat was finally gone.

"Marquése!"

The voice sounds almost distant in Greyson's head.

Khal yells out again in search of him and it was like the voice draws him back from the edge.

"Greyson. I need you to give me back control."

Marquése communicates with his wolf and Greyson shakes his head slightly.

"Greyson please! We need to go, Kia-"

Before the name was finish being uttered throughout their bond, Greyson has let go of the reigns, giving him back control.
Marquése falls to his knees shifting back to his human form.

"Marquése we have to go!" Khal rushes towards him and he gets up quickly before stumbling naked towards Khal's direction.

"Where is she?" Was the only words on his lips.

Marquése was in a frenzy, he knew that Khal took Kiara from his arms but because of the blind rage he was in he didn't know where she was.

"I took her to the doctor, he's working on her right now, you have to come."

It was a race between the men. Who could reach the girl they both loved first, and in the end Marquése won.

He could barely find the time to cover himself up as he had other things on his mind.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"My clothes got torn apart."

"And Alderman?"

"The same."

The bottom of his feet burns as he reaches the doctors bay, bursting in through the closed doors.

There laid the woman of his dreams on a table, bloodied and unconscious.
Marquése rushes to her side, holding onto her for dear life.

"Baby, please don't go. I'm begging you p-please."

"Khal you have to move him, if I can't work I can't try to save her. Get him off!"

Marquése couldn't hear a thing they were saying, he just stood there pleading with his mate.

Her body started convulsing in the table and suddenly his body was ripped from her side, Khal's voice finally reaching his ears.

"You have to let them work Marquése, you have to let her go."

"No, I can't. I-"

His mind was in a frenzy, he wanted to cry, fight and scream at the same time.

"I can't" he kept repeating and Khal engulfs him in his arms. This was the only thing he could think of doing.

"She will be ok. She has to be."
They both kept whispering, "She will be ok."

Their eyes were both closed as they stood there comforting each other and suddenly someone else enters the room.

"Khal"
Hailey calls out her mate's name and he lets go of Marquése, rushing towards her.

"S-she got s-stabbed." He stutters and she holds onto him as the tears leak from his eyes.

Marquése stood there numb, numb to reality, and numb to the outside world as he watches the outlines of the doctor through the plastic guarded room try to save his mate's life.