I Claim Your Love

Chapter 43: The Pit Of Death

It had been a pensive morning for Callan. He took long strides but he was in no hurry. The distance to the alpha house was short but still the man took his own sweet time. The chirping of birds and their melodious singing was making Callan content. However his heart was more joyful as he remembered the conversation from a couple of days back.

He was happy that he cleared things up with Daragor. The night had made him comfortable and he now was no longer afraid of the spirit neither was he dubious about him. He could now be unguarded when in close proximity of the demon.

In a way Callan felt apologetic for the spirit. He was always fed with fallacies that he wouldn’t have any mate. His friends on the other side encouraged him to not lose hope and find love on his own. He did exactly that but his endeavours never succeeded.

Moreover he was angry at Aurora. Though the witch had good intentions for the man still she should have trusted him. She could have at least hinted him about his mate. But she kept it all to herself and let blew the matter out of proportion. A lot of damage could have been averted had Aurora revealed everything.

Callan exhaled a breath of exasperation. He knew that the demon was on his side. He now had to take in the wolf and the human. But how was he supposed to do that? Einar was mighty stubborn while the wolf was another challenge altogether. The fragment of memories Callan had of Orcus were all related to his anger. He remembered his occasional growling, his fit of rage and his murderous glares. Never once had he seen him calm and composed.

Callan’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard distinct footsteps marching in his direction from the front. He could see a large group led by Garrick, Peter, Richard, Aldous, Marden, Tusker, Arthur and his father. Arthur and Justus seemed worried for some reason while the rest of the members were angry. Their eyes full of rage were directed at Callan. But why?

Soon the group reached the man in a rush as Richard fisted his hand and swung it with a force right at Callan’s jaw. The handsome man faltered in his stance as his lips were cut and it oozed the rid liquid. He bent sideways with the power of the punch. Richard held Callan’s shirt and brought him up to level him face to face. He again curled his fingers and hit Callan’s jaw with his brute strength. This time though the impact was greater as Callan fell down flat on his back. In the next instant Richard sat on Callan’s torso to hit his iron fist, blow after blow to the puzzled man.

It took three men to detach a ferocious Richard from Callan. He clutched the shirt of the handsome man with such a force that that the fabric ripped up from its collar while the other people were struggling to detach the two men.

“LEAVE ME. I WILL KILL HIM..!” Richard’s voice trembled with outrage.

Arthur helped Callan stand up as in the next instant Richard landed another sneaky blow. He wasn’t stopping. His friends were trying to control him as his wolf was showing prominence.

“That is enough Richard.” Garrick roared in his authoritative voice.

“HAND HIM OVER TO ME. LET ME KILL HIM.” Richard reached for Callan again as this time he managed to release himself from the clutch while he kneeded his leg right to the stomach of Callan.

“I said STOP....”

Richard’s action came to a rest abruptly. He huffed in annoyance and spit on the face of the puzzled man.

“Let the council decide the matter.” Garrick ordered in his stern voice. He then turned his attention to a bloodied Callan who was holding his abdomen in pain “You always have a knack for trouble Ashton.” Garrick sighed derisively.

He looked at a dejected Arthur and ordered him “Bring him to the open ground.”

Arthur reluctantly agreed and helped Callan to stand on his feet and compose himself. On the other hand Callan was left confused for he was unaware of the situation which was going on “What is happening?” he asked Arthur.

“I am not in the liberty to tell you anything..” He lowered his eyes “But it does not look good for you.”

Callan roamed his gaze around “I need to see my father.”

They both are discussing the

in a position to say anything. He looked around

the place Arthur came up with a chain with shackles and bound Callan’s wrist. He apologetically looked at him before parting ways and leaving the man standing all alone in the entire crowd. Callan swept his gaze where his eyes could see and saw that almost the entire main village had joined him and

from the resistance of Daragor to his locket. It had already been three days since the full moon and Einar was still unconscious. While Rosaline was nurturing him in his unhealthy state. But even if Einar was in his senses would he come

thoughts for the lack of trust in his

the dais. However his eyes widened as saucers when he looked right behind Peter. Glancing from the side of

when Garrick stood up from the chair and raised his voice “Thank you for joining us. I assume that the matter has reached every wolf by now.” He gestured his hand at Callan “The

do you agree to the allegations put on you by Richard

side-glanced at the person behind Peter and exhaled in defeat. He

“Then by the powers vested in me by the holy spirits of our land I pronounce you guilty. Since you have wronged Richard, it is his right to choose the punishment deemed fit as per our traditions. You have no right to object or deny to any of the decisions

hatred “For a heinous act as such the

while Callan’s mouth was left

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night. In the freezing wee hours of the morning the people of the blue moon pack had assembled around a large hollow ground dug in the open space of the eastern borders. They were waiting for the excruciating ceremony which was destined to end the life of the human of

tight metal rope

through ancient times in the werewolf history. The culprit was forcefully thrashed into the dig. The pit was then encroached with various atrocities either designed by the wolves or normally found in nature. The prisoner had to survive the death hole from sunrise to sunset. If he was able to breathe till the end he used to be rescued. He was considered blessed for it was believed that the Luna had showered her mercy on him. In reality though, no one ever came alive from the dug hole. The large hollow ground that was dug was

was inevitable

never have good intentions for the man. So whatever surprises lied inside of the pit were sure to be horrendous. It definitely was not pleasing. He knew that he had to suffer in silence for indeed he disrespected the moon. In his heart he knew he was right and hence he wasn’t regretful but he also

of the poor man. He looked around to see a few faces which were worried for him while the others were nonchalant. He could also see people of power standing in a line with Garrick at the centre and the others surrounding him. He gave an encouraging smile to his father who slumped his shoulders with anxiousness, worry and dejection. He

his stationary position more closer to the pit. A wooden set of steps was adjoined from the hollow ground to

he stepped foot to the ground, he marched ahead and positioned himself in the middle. He could see large containers made from interwoven strips of cane kept inverted in twelve different corners of the pit. Every upside down container was attached by a rope whose end was held by a member of the pack on the

could feel a surge of panic rushing

Richard would never keep it easy. The hatred in him would devour his rationale thinking and he would arrange the harshest punishment there could be. However his concern right now was more on the baskets which were kept all around him. He was becoming quite tensed as

and reaching for the place below the surface in a slow anxious way. Every wolf on the ground above thumped his foot heavily and arched his neck to howl in unison. The continuous doleful cry soared the anxiety in Callan as the moment of reckoning was near. The wolves holding the end of the rope slowly edged backward

eyes flew wide. He rotated around his feet and scanned the area around him. He gulped in fear.. It was

when another voice creeped through the veins of the people as they were injected with fear. The chatters and murmurs were replaced by the unusual,

the light of the dawn. Every figure was entangled into another body as they tried to release itself from the knot and roam independently from the once confined space

to fill the empty space and cover it by black and brown bodies.

sudden the reptiles lifted their heads in a universal direction; to the

ground or use his powers as his weaponry. Instead he stood there still, unable to formulate a thought; unbale to

He was trapped... He had no way to

use his last source of knowledge but he had no other option left. He slowly fondled the golden heads of the metal wrist as they glowed. In that moment of distraction a snake rose from the ground before him. From the floor to his head it

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