Sous was breathing heavy, sweat beating down her forehead and neck even in the snow. The humans looked at her in awe and amazement. She smiled as she leaned forward on her knees. Even she was impressed with herself.
Abigal ran up to Sous after closing the portal, the humans also coming to gather around them. Sous stood next to Abigal and greeted the humans who began to put their weapons away.
"What are you?" One of the male humans asked, they were all male humans.
Sous chuckled and shrugged. "Imma a lot of things," she said. She always was a bit awkward when people asked what she was. She didn't know to tell them what first, werewolf, vampire, fairy, etc. "I'm an Alpha though." That was one thing she did tell them even if they could probably small it.
Sous and Abigal followed the humans into their town, both women being invited to have dinner. Sous was gawked at, awed at even with males and females looking at her with wooing eyes. The Alpha found herself blushing.
"We can't stay for long," Abigal said to the major of the town. He nodded his head understanding. The two women would eat and be on their way to the next portals.
"Even so, please join us," he said.
They had their dinner and parted ways to the next town..The next town wasn't so friendly when they saw the foreigners; the next town also seem more poverty stricken.
Sous's breath plumed in the frosty air as she walked beside Abigal, the crunch of packed snow beneath her boots a sharp counterpoint to the muffled silence settling over the gathered townsfolk.
Eyes tracked her every movement, wide, unblinking stares filled with a potent mix of reverence and primal fear that prickled along her skin like static electricity. She felt the weight of their gazes, a tangible pressure against her shoulders, hotter than the sweat still cooling on her brow despite the biting cold. The scent of woodsmoke and roasting meat drifted from the low stone buildings lining the narrow street, mingling strangely with the lingering ozone tang of the closed portal and the underlying musk of crowded humanity.
Her own heightened senses cataloged it all: the rapid thrum of dozens of hearts, the subtle shifts in stance as men instinctively moved closer to women and children, the way fingers twitched near belt knives despite the weapons being formally stowed. She kept her posture deliberately loose, shoulders slightly slumped, trying to project weary harmlessness, but the coiled energy inside her, the aftermath of channeling so much power, hummed just beneath the surface.
Abigal walked with her usual calm efficiency, but Sous saw the slight tension in the set of her jaw, the way her eyes scanned the rooftops and shadowed alleyways, neither of them trusted this fragile peace.
They came upon an inn and checked in for the night, the portals slowly going down in numbers and soon both Sous and Abigal would be back home.
Sous awoke masked in sweat and scorching hot. She kicked the blankets off her bed; thereby, kicking the blankets off the bed for Abigal. The medium woke up and looked at Sous.
"Sous..."
"Fuck," the Alpha let out. "I'm on rut."
Abigal was unsure if she heard correctly but when she saw the condition Sous was in, she scrambled and accidentally fell off the bed.
"That means you need to mate, right?"
"I so many words," Sous said, laughing at the way the woman asked the question. She got up and walked to the restroom and turned the shower on, cold.
Click!
Abigal watched the door shut while Sous began to undress on the other side. She looked down at her groin, so aroused even her knot was starting to appear and she wasn't even mating.
"Did I forget to take it or something," she asked herself regarding her supressants? She thought back to the time she took her pills but was quickly thrown off track.
CRASH!
Sous ran out the restroom, putting her bottoms back on and totally forgetting about the shower. She ran to Abigal who was looking out the window. Down below were people with torches, chanting at the two of them.
"What the-?"
"I think they think we're witches," Abigal said.
"We can't kill them," Sous said, stepping back from the window.
Abigal closed it and leaned in the sill. She exhaled and shook her head. "We're gonna have to leave. We can't risk harming them."
Sous thought to the Princess but she didn't have enough rapport with her to rely on her. She nodded her head at Abigal and the two began to pack their things.
Sous lowered her body for Abigal to get on top. Sous opened the window back up and jumped out, her wings expanding as she took flight with the medium on her back. The people down below attempted to throw things at them but Sous was able to quickly dodge the items.
Abigal held onto Sous tightly as the Alpha flew higher into the sky. Sous flew away from the town towards the next portal to close. Abigal sighed as she looked down at the people below.
Sous flew higher into the sky, the biting wind whipping tears from Abigal's eyes as she clung to the Alpha's powerful shoulders. Below, the flickering torches of the mob dwindled into scattered pinpricks against the snow-blanketed landscape, their angry chants swallowed by the vast, frozen silence of the night. The rhythmic beat of Sous's massive wings filled the air, a deep, resonant thrumming that vibrated through Abigal's bones, momentarily drowning out the frantic pulse of her own heart. She pressed her face against Sous's wild blonde hair, inhaling the complex scent of exertion, cold air, and the underlying, feverish musk radiating from the Alpha, a scent that prickled Abigal's skin and tightened her throat.
"Welp, this isn't good," she said. "Sous!" She called out to the Alpha, trying to get her attention, but Sous was in her own mind, flying else where. "SOUS!" She called out, nothing. Sous was going to try and mate with her; she was taking her somewhere to mate.
Abigal's breathing became frantic; she looked down below and saw nothing but snow. She was going to have to wait, maybe if Sous flies over some trees, she can try and jump off, hide, hide for what- how long does an Alpha stay in rut? She didn't know.
"Tsk," this could get dangerous for her. Alphas in rut with no mate but with a prospect were always dangerous.