To all,
Due to the interest in this series, here is part 10. This chapter continues to discuss the choices we make, loss and love that intertwine.
Any aliens, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind. My attempts to enter a realm (writing), that has always eluded me, has been exciting. I hope you enjoy my continued tale of Drew Jr.
Part 10
"We met Others of the Cat lineage. We offered our home and sustenance to our distant cousins. Because of my mistaken trust, we have lost the best of the pride. That will always be my burden, our queen has been taken from us by several of no honor. They were warned what the penalty would be for such an offence against the pride."
Drew paused to keep himself from crying, "They will face the death of no honor. Their names will not be remembered, their spirt will not be carried aloft by the flames. They are to be killed by the hand of human. Their bodies will be dragged from this spot across the forest and dumped to be carrion for scavengers. Their honor is forfeit."
Drew placed his sword across his shoulder and walked to stand above the older warrior. Drew reached with one hand to his trousers and unzipped, he reached in and fished out his cock. As he started to urinate into the face of the still live warrior he looked into his eyes.
"They are nothing," Drew finished. The hate coming from the eyes of the dying warrior was frightening.
He tucked himself back in. He turned without ceremony and buried the blade in the dirt through the old warrior's neck.
He walked to next in line, the one that had killed his security warrior and hurt Nella. Tiffany held out her hand for the sword. The warrior had lost his false bravery and was weeping with his head in the grass, Tiffany lifted her kilt and moved forward so she was over his head and let loose her own stream. He just wept louder.
She stepped to the side and in one blazing arch took his head.
The process was followed for all the 7 that were left of the mutinous Others. Each one was dispatched by a senior member of the pride, except for the last. Alexander had demanded to dispatch him.
It seems that this warrior had befriended the young Pride warrior. Alexander felt personally betrayed by this 'friend' and wanted to avenge his biological mother, Meme. There were words spoken later, about how vengeance could become a disease. But Drew felt confident that Alexander was just doing his duty.
The Pyre for Meme was done with love and again the wolves added their words of farewell.
***
Several days later, Drew returned from taking the bodies of the disgraced into the woods. He returned to a request to meet with Eddie.
"Good afternoon my Lord. I hope your expedition to the mountains was fruitful." Eddie commented.
"What needed to get done, got done," was all Drew would comment, "you called this meeting Eddie. I assume it was not about the disposal of trash."
"No lord, it's about your last night of mating. We have four females that are pregnant with cub." Eddie ended but was waiting on Drew to catch up. Drew was sitting at his earth standard desk looking at financial reports.
Finally, Drew's face screwed up and he was trying to remember that night. "No Eddie that should be three?"
"No lord its 4 females. Elsa is pregnant with three hybrid human-cat cubs, one male two female." Edie said with a bit of excitement. "It's the first case that we are aware of, of cross species pregnancy."
Drew just let the air run out of his lungs, rolled back in his executive chair, and stated, "How could I be this stupid?"
***
Drew sat on the foundation of the tower on top of the hill. He stared down the valley at his home in the far distance. From where he sat, he could not really see the home proper, but he knew it was there. The low clouds flited between the treetops. The quiet was beautiful and seemed to calm his anger, at least for that moment.
'Home,' he thought, it was an interesting word. It felt hollow now. He had lost part of his life and he was not sure how he was going to go on without Meme. She was his rock from the beginning of his life with the cats. She was the calming thread through all the troubles they had endured.
Meme was the trust he had in life. He knew she would do what was right. She was his right hand. She was the floor in which he had stood to try and lead the Pride. he went off to die, with Tiffany beside him, knowing that Meme would do what was right and protect the Pride.
Now she was gone, and he was just hollow.
He felt the presence behind him. He had 'seen' the pack working their way up the mountain since they saw the sled skim over the treetops and land in the clearing before him. He could reach out with his mind and see how they were now placed in a defensive perimeter around the tower site.
He did not turn his head but sat still waiting on the alpha to acknowledge him. The big male came and sat next to him looking down the valley with Drew. It always fascinated Drew, that in a very odd way, that it felt normal. Just sitting with a friend, no need to talk but watch the buzzards spin high above the valley, or the hawks' dart after prey closer to the treetops.
The alpha turned his head and nuzzled him. Drew wondered, when they first paired, was there a bond that went both ways? The alpha somehow knew of his loss. Drew raised his hand under the large jowl and there was true connection.
He knew now that there was some continued connection between the two. He saw in flashes how the wolves had creeped down to the tee line and were willing to help with the Other cats if things had turned bad. He saw in the alphas eyes when Meme was killed. He felt the anger of the alpha at one of his distant packmates being killed. He also saw the satisfaction when Drew slew the evil one.