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Chapter 12

Keeno moved through the trees, trying to push away thoughts of Kilyan as he searched for Zalia. He knew why Kilyan wanted him to meet in the clearing. He knew exactly why. And he suddenly wanted Zalia to go home as badly as Kilyan did. If she ever found out about his feelings for Lea . . . she'd probably kill him. Not that she probably hadn't already guessed. Kilyan probably thought Keeno was secretly in love with Lea. But he just wanted to fuck her . . .

Keeno had agreed to meet Zalia near the river, not far from where they had buried Sion eight or nine years before. Sion's body wasn't there anymore, however. Kel, Loryn, and Yzlo had gone to Sion's family, and after interrogating Sion's brother - none too delicately knowing Kel and Yzlo - they had soon discovered that Sicheii had talked Sion into trading talismans with him under the pretense of making a brotherly gesture. Sicheii's real motive was to get his paws on his brother's white-feathered talisman so that he could frame him for rape. They had both loved the same female, and Sicheii was willing to do whatever it took to get her, even if it meant condemning his own brother to the life of a lone wolf.

Sicheii was banished as a lone wolf for the crime. The mark was burned on his forehead and he was cast out with stones. Keeno had wanted to go to the stoning, to see justice carried out, and his father had allowed him. Kilyan had also wanted to go, but Kel forbade it. Keeno remembered how Kilyan had protested, and Kel just looked at him sadly and answered, "Haven't you seen enough ugliness in this world, my son?"

After Sion's name was cleared, his body was moved to the village graveyard. His mother, father, and younger brothers exhumed him, placed him in a coffin, and carried his remains home, to the summer village. Where he belonged.

Keeno, Zalia, and Kilyan made a point ever after of tending Sion's grave, as did Kel and Yzlo. Sometimes they would go as a group to the graveyard, and Kel would stand alone over Sion's grave for the longest time.

One time Keeno went to the graveyard alone, only to find a beautiful young female standing over Sion's grave, her long gray mane blowing in the wind, her face in her paws as she wept. Before she had a chance to notice him, he backed away and watched her from behind a tree. She stood over Sion's grave and wept pitifully. At first, Keeno took her for a sister or some other relative. Then he saw her bury Sion's white-feathered talisman over his grave . . . and he understood who she was.

Many wolves were enraged when they learned of Sion's unjust exile and death. The village council was swamped with protests. Keeno had been very satisfied to see wolves banging on the walls of council members' homes. Sion had been loved, after all. Not just by his family but also by his friends and their families. Keeno could only hope that Sion had not died in vain, that his death would inspire wolves to think about their world and why it was the way it was. Perhaps Sion's death would change the lone wolf tradition for the better.

Keeno and Zalia had chosen to meet at a spot near the river because it was a place that held happy memories for them. Sion tickling them and carrying them on his shoulders - those were memories that would live forever in their hearts. And it was toward the river that Keeno moved now, stopping often to sniff the scent Zalia left on the trees for him.

Keeno was getting close when he heard the grunting. It was rhythmic. The sound of fucking. And a female's muffled cries . . . her mouth was covered. Keeno scowled. Perhaps the thing he hated most about the mating season was the fact that many young females were roughly raped by the more careless and cumbersome males who sought to claim them. He could see the bushes rocking as he approached and had half a mind to pry them apart, grab the male, and beat the shit out of him. That was no way to treat a female!

The cries were getting louder. Keeno halted and took a breath, trying to cool the rage pumping through his chest. He kept telling himself to mind his business, to go and find Zalia, but he couldn't ignore what was happening. He couldn't.

"Be still, bitch. I've got you now! Oh, yeah, baby . . . nice and tight . . . open them wider!"

"Mmm! Mm!"

"Oh yeah . . . yeah . . ."

Unable to take it anymore, Keeno ripped the bushes apart and froze: Zalia was on her back, being raped by a big gray male with a dark mane. The male was hunched over her as he punched his cock inside, and his big paw was on Zalia's mouth, choking her cries. He was groping her tit as they rocked, and Zalia's blue eyes were glistening with tears as she grimaced and wriggled.

Keeno didn't remember how it happened. He just remembered the male being on the ground and suddenly having blood on his paws. The big male sat up, groggy and bleeding. He opened his mouth to speak. Keeno punched him down again . . . then dragged him up by the mane and brought his knee to his face. There was an audible crack and blood spurted. The male choked and dropped like a sack. He curled up in the grass, clutching his busted mouth. Keeno could see white teeth gleaming in the dirt.

"W-What the hell I ever d-do to y-you?" the big male sobbed.

Zalia was huddled in the grass, shaking and crying. She looked at Keeno with large blue eyes, and he thought she looked as if she was in a trance. He took her paws and helped her to her feet, and she stared into his eyes, breathless.

"Your . . . your paws," Zalia whispered, turning Keeno's paws over.

Keeno swallowed hard. His paws were bloody. It took him a second to realize some of the blood was his. He'd scraped his knuckles on the male's teeth. He looked at Zalia and his nostrils flared angrily: her pussy lips were stained with blood.

"He hurt you," Keeno said angrily.

Zalia shook her head and she seemed more concerned with his injuries. "Not much," she assured him, frowning at his paws. "Come on. Let's wash these off." She lifted her face to him again and her blue eyes smiled.

Keeno melted to see that smile. "Alright."

They went to the river together and waded into the water. Zalia stopped when the water came to her knees. She scooped up water and started washing Keeno's paws, cleaning where he'd been scraped. Keeno looked down at her, his eyes lit with a serious fire. Zalia was gorgeous. Her long curly mane was glossy with mane oil and the flowery scent was driving him wild. He swallowed hard as he took in her perky breasts, her dark nipples and tiny waist. Why had her waist always been so tiny? He thought he could take it in his paw . . .

"You don't look too hurt," Zalia whispered, her head bowed over her work.

"Zalia."

"If we were at home, I could bind them . . ."

"Zalia."

Zalia looked up at Keeno and did a double take. He was looking at her steadily, hungrily. He touched her face, and her heart hammered in her chest as she tried to remember the last time they'd made love. It suddenly seemed as if it had been ages.

"Kiss me," Keeno whispered.

And they kissed. Slowly and tenderly, their heads twisted back and forth. Keeno slid his fingers in the moisture of her arousal and sighed against her lips. She was getting wet for him, and he knew just how to get her wetter. His middle finger lightly stroked her clit and she shivered against him. Her slender arms wrapped around him tight and pulled him closer as she kissed him.

"Oh . . . Keeno," she whispered against his lips.

He pulled her thigh up on his hip, followed quickly by the other, and then he was inside, mashing her wet pussy slowly on his erection. Clutching her high backside in fistfuls, he helped her move up and down. Her strong thighs held to him, trembling as her panting mouth found his.

Keeno frowned with pleasure and closed his eyes. Zalia had always been strong . . . in so many ways. Her sex clenched on him, massaging him wetly as they made love. He opened his eyes and looked at her, and she was small and beautiful, her curly mane tumbling into her slanted blue eyes. She was gazing up at him and she was weak with pleasure. But her eyes were filled with something else . . . awe? She was in awe of him. He could only imagine what he had looked like to her, roaring as he tore that big male off her, growling, muscles tight as he punched him and kneed him in the face. She looked at him now and understood what he would do to protect her - she understood that he would do far more. Even kill.

Keeno looked at Zalia, the hunger still hard in his eye, and suddenly kissed her. The cold river was knocking soft around his legs and he wanted out. He sloshed his way up the shallows, kissing Zalia as he went. He stumbled and she clung to him frantically, but they didn't stop kissing.

Keeno reached the cool bank and sank to his knees among the reeds. Zalia pressed him down on his back, and he watched, weak with pleasure, as she rode him. How many times had she straddled him before? But this time, it was different. It was better. Because this time, he knew she was finally his: no other male would ever know what was between her thighs again.

Keeno watched, moaning, as Zalia's dark pussy lips clenched on him, as the fluids of her arousal seeped out, slipping down the veins of his cock. She massaged her breasts and licked her lips, twisting her tiny waist to admit him deeper. Each jerk of her hips sent him to heaven. He whispered her name and reached up to massage her. Her dark nipples were hard in his careful fingers. She frowned and sighed as he touched her, then she leaned down close, and holding him tight, she panted as she jerked her hips harder. Keeno clutched her backside in fistfuls again, and they rocked together, suddenly frantic.

"I'm coming . . . Zalia . . . come with me . . ."

"I'm scared to . . ."

"You won't pee . . ." Keeno whispered. "I promise . . ."

"But it feels like I'm going to pee . . ."

Keeno laughed softly. "If you do pee on me . . ." he panted, "the river is right there . . ."

Zalia giggled breathlessly. She suddenly choked, and he sighed when he felt the warm fluids of her orgasm seeping over his cock and balls: she had finally squirted. She had always been afraid to before, convinced that she was going to pee.

They lay in the reeds for a long time, Zalia on Keeno's chest, her eyes closed as his paws smoothed up and down her back. They listened, happy and content, to the soft sound of the river. And they both thought of their lives, their love, and all they had gone through to get to that moment.

Zalia thought of the cut on the back of Keeno's head, of her father's panic and fear, of Aliona's tears, of Kilyan's outrage. Kilyan had been so angry with Keeno for putting Zalia at risk that he and Keeno actually got in a fight. Zalia had been horrified to hear such a thing - and angry to know Kilyan had kept it from her. It was Keeno who finally told her about it when they met in the wood behind the grazing fields to talk. She smiled: it was the first time they ever met just to talk.

It suddenly seemed to Zalia as if Keeno had been attacked on all sides just for loving her. She looked at him now and she knew she could never give up on him. Not after all he had gone through. And for her.

"Zalia," Keeno whispered.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Lying with her cheek on Keeno's chest, Zalia smiled. "And only me?" she demanded playfully.

Keeno laughed, the sound rumbling up from his chest against her ear. "And only you, babe." He kissed her on the head, and suddenly very content, Zalia snuggled up tighter to him and curled her fingers in his chest fur.

Zalia suddenly frowned. "You and Kilyan made up?"

"Of course."

"Good. I know you said he attacked you . . . he was really mad at you."

"I noticed. Or rather . . . my ass noticed when he kicked it."

Zalia laughed sadly. "The day my dad hurt you, Kilyan was really scared for us. But he wasn't angry when he came home. I didn't think he'd fight you!"

"I don't think he planned it, Zalia," Keeno said with a weak laugh. "He came by my house after he found out the council was going to let you come out here, made me promise to protect you and said I'd better die trying. I made a joke. He said it wasn't funny . . . then he shoved me and accused me of putting you in danger . . ." Keeno sighed. "I don't think he meant to confront me about it. He just kinda . . . exploded. All dramatic-like."

Zalia smiled faintly. "Sounds like Kilyan. I'm glad the two of you worked things out. I'd hate to think I could ruin your friendship."

"Ha. Nothing can ruin the dynamic duo."

Zalia rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Zalia?" Keeno said after a while. "I'm gonna walk you back to the gate in a bit --"

"Why!" Zalia said, immediately suspicious.

Keeno's ears flattened as she sat up to peer at him. Her pretty blue eyes narrowed on his face. He bit his lip, wishing he was better at lying to her.

"If you even _think_about claiming another wife --!" Zalia began angrily.

"No, Zalia, that's not . . ."

"--because I will rip_Fielle's _mane out with my bare paws! And then we'll see how cute she is!"

Keeno stared at her. "Who is Fielle?"

Zalia stared back, as if she was trying to decide whether or not Keeno was playing dumb. When she finally realized Keeno honestly didn't remember who Fielle was, she laughed and lay on his chest again. She could sense him thinking furiously, trying to remember as he smoothed down her curls. She smirked: Fielle wasn't even an afterthought. Lying there as Keeno rubbed her back, Zalia suddenly realized that she had nothing to worry about. Keeno was hers. She smiled. All hers.

"Alright," Zalia said after a while, "walk me back to the village, then come back here and have your last night of fun. Because after tonight, mine is the only pussy you will lick for the rest of your natural life!"

"Yes, dear," Keeno said - half-joking, half-serious.

Zalia sat up and haughtily adjusted her curls. "Let's go!"

"Yes, dear . . ." Keeno repeated, watching her in amusement. He got to his feet and helped her to stand. They walked back to the village paw in paw, and Keeno couldn't stop smiling: Zalia was walking with her chin high, looking very pleased with herself. She was adorable.

"What are you smirking at?" Zalia demanded playfully. Her lashes fluttered when he suddenly wrapped his tail around hers and kissed her cheek.

"Nothing," Keeno said. But it was something alright. As the village gates came into view he realized: he had not claimed her tonight . . . she had claimed him.