Darkest Moon||Chapter 1||Selas
Darius Chosaint, lead homicide detective at the Cohlal Police department. How many times had he written that down today.. at least thirty. Filling out paperwork was easily the most pain in the ass part of this job... but at this point it was worth it to keep himself out of the house and away from all the sudden fluffy couple shit that's going on in there. Adonai and Jophial... Even Reaver found love.. and it was making the Dhampire sick.
Maybe it was because it was so close to the mating heat.. He always got itchy and twitchy around then. Even if the whole thing went down in the colony up state. but Kael seemed fine.. Abruptly Darius stood and tugged on his leather coat. Nope.. He needed to take a ride. The paperwork could wait till morning. He grabbed his helmet from his locker and headed down to parking where he left his bike.
He was nearly on when something set him off, in less than a breath he had guns drawn and aimed at a someone coming out from behind a parked car. "Is it right to aim guns at your alpha boy?" A male about six foot came out of the shadows, he was shirtless, and covered in intricate celtic knot tattoos. His eyes sparkled the same blue as Darius', but they held more of a menace and power. Trailing down from his head was a braid of chestnut hair that reached nearly his lower back. Over all the male looked like an ass hole and had the muscle to back it up. Not the kind of male you want to fuck around with.
>Darius growled angrily, putting his guns away. "You're not my Alpha Luchas.. you're my brother. And I'm no longer part of your pack remember?" With a quick start, the engine on his bike roared to life, but the tall male in front of him growled, bracing a hand on the front, as though to halt his leaving.
"Father's dead, I'm the alpha now.. I don't care what he said, you and Kael are to come home for the mating heat this moon. Our numbers are dwindling and we need more males to partcipate."
"Like hell I'm going back there. I help with your Warg council shit and that's as far as I go. Fuck off Luchas." Suddenly there was a pain in Darius' jaw and he was on the ground, his bike on top of his leg.
Luchas stood over Darius with a smug look in his eye. "Do not talk to your Alpha that way Darius. You will be at the colony during the next moon, or I will hunt you and Kael down, and neuter the both of you." With those final words he walked away.
Darius shoved his bike off and back up right, cursing his brother into an early grave. "Thanks for fucking up my bike Luchas.." he mumbles, climbing back on and forcing his helmet on over a swelling cheek. He needed this ride now more than ever. A ride, and a drink.. maybe he'd head over to the Boars head for a drink.. The Irish pub always eased his spirits..











