The God of Calamity’s Wife

Sirius raced desperately through the trees, his shadow flitting and weaving across the uneven terrain below him, mirroring him on the ground as his wings sliced through the dawn air, each beat an attempt to close the gap between himself and his wife's fading scent.

He was out of breath but he didn't slow down—not even when the scent stopped abruptly at the edge of the highway.

The sun had gradually come up around him and as the first rays broke through the trees and hit him, his feathers began burning. Wincing, he looked around, struggled to decide what to do. His body screamed out for the shade but his worry for Saoirse was hurting more. 

How had he been so stupid and brushed her off? Ignored her concerns earlier that she was being followed? He had assumed that it was an animal. Even bears sometimes picked a fight with vampires. How had the man found their home? What does he want with her?

Minutes dragged into an eternity, each second of exposure searing his flesh. He searched until his body betrayed him. With a final, unsteady beat of his wings, he crashed into the shade, collapsing onto the cool forest floor. Steam hissed from his charred skin, and he clawed at the dirt as his vision swam.

I deserve this pain. His mind said, his heart aching. He sweated his wounds closed. It was a horrible process.

I have to save Saoirse. His mind reminded him. 

Shame of never being able to protect her clawed at him. 

The first time he'd found Saoirse, she was on the brink of death, her pale body broken and bleeding in the snow. He'd tried everything he could to save her—bandaging her wounds, fire, holding her close to keep her warm—but it hadn't been enough. She'd died in his arms.

Through endless misery she suffered because Sirius was too weak to stand up to his father; now she was gone, possibly enduring pain at the hands of someone they didn't even know and he was too weak to fly in the sunlight. He punched the ground beside him.

Who am I kidding? When have I ever been able to save Saoirse? Her life is horrible because of me. 

Sirius wanted to say he had saved her from loneliness, but she hadn't been lonely before he met her. She had a family, a pack- and his own father had taken that away. He took her freedom and threatened to take away her kids. 'I can't even give her kids, she feels so lonely and I know it. She's only with me because of our bond. She should be with someone else.'

Sirius knew he didn't want that though. From the moment he laid eyes on her and the moment he shook her hand for the first time, he knew that she was his fate. 

(Rabbit breaking the fourth wall here to say I would love to tell you how he knew that, but I've got to stay on topic. Thus….)

He made his way back home, and threw himself onto the couch depressed with worry. He closed his eyes, thinking. 'I need blood. I need a plan.' He had never left the forest in the daytime before. It was his first time.

Exhaustion weighed him down when suddenly Sirius noticed a presence.

He lowered his arm that was draped over his face and opened his eyes. 

 The man that had taken Saoirse was right there, his face leaned in close. A menacing toothy smile staring back at him. 

"Oh is the prince tired from being out in the sun? I guess you don't look too serious about saving her. That doesn't impress me much. If anyone else had taken her, she could be dead by now and you're doing nothing about it."

Sirius hadn't drank blood and his body had no energy, so it was easy for the Lycanpire to seize him by the hair and then he punched him through the window. Shards of glass cut into him and before he could land on the ground the man had vanished and reappeared behind him. A punch hit him in the back, knocking him forward onto his knees, glass digging into his palms. A kick landed in his stomach, knocking him to his side. 

"You're weak." He heard the words his father always said, now coming from this stranger's lips. 

"Get up! I want a real fight. You're a prince aren't you? Why are you so weak?!!!" 

 Another kick.

"If you can't beat the alpha how are you supposed to be with my sister! You don't deserve my sister!!" 

Sirius was panicking as he tried not to lose consciousness, he had lost a lot of blood. He tried crawling back towards the house. Feathers were scattered around him. 

Linus noticed it, and the fight that he had dreamt of for hundreds of years suddenly disappointed him more than his sister's arranged marriage did. His wolf shone through his eyes as he watched Sirius for a minute.

Sirius continued trying to muster enough strength to get away, despite his failing body. He made a bit of distance when his efforts were interrupted suddenly. Linus grabbed him by the back of his hair again and pulled him to a standing position. Sirius hung defeated.

"What a pathetic excuse for a mate! Who said you could have my sister? You couldn't possibly be the one who kidnapped her. You kind of look like him though."

Sirius' vision blurred. 'Blood. I need blood.'His body screamed for blood. Probably his beast was screaming at him. 'Come on. Let me out, I can show him not to mess with me.'

"No." Sirius said to himself, gasping for air. One of his ribs were broken and it struggled to heal with Linus lifting him that way. Pain throbbed in the area. Suppressing his urge to protect himself, he said "I've been through worse. Much worse. You don't want to cross me."

Linus chuckled. This bird creature was ridiculous. "Defeat me then if you want my sister!" Linus taunted.

His beast spat out blood from his mouth in defiance before he could suppress it. He was actually worried about hurting Linus now.

Why is it so hard? Was it because he didn't question he could defeat this wolf?

Just kill him, father is so much worse. His beast tempted him.

"No! I can't kill him, he's her brother!" He yelled out loud at himself.

This made Linus smile. "Hahaha. You mean to tell me you've been holding back huh? Lies. Theres one thing special about werewolves that none of you vampires have, and that's a beast."