Kingmaker

Demetri stood outside of his home. The soft breeze blew through his hair and the sounds of the night animals filled his ears. He was in complete peace.
His gaze shifted from the serene landscape towards the enterance to his home. . . their home. A place that had once been as empty as his life, now was full of life and warmth. The laughter of his mate, Leoun, filled his heart with joy. His sons squealed as their mother no doubtingly chased them for their baths.
His mouth twitched as he tried not to smile. He probably should go in and help her. His mind made up, Demetri walked towards the door until a scent stopped him in his tracks. Something was off.
The wolf within him became restless, its growls alerting him to the unwanted presence.
Demetri. The sound of his name caused him to jump. The voice was all too familiar. Its eerie whisper caused the very blood in his veins to freeze.
"Demetri Amadon Wolfheart. Well, it is a pleasure to meet you at last." The voice came from all around him, his eyes searched but found nothing.
"I've heard so much about you. Your little endeavor with your own sister. Even taking the young little Leoun. It is tempting to take something so. . . ripe. Isnt it?"
Demetri growled, "Show yourself."
"Gladly. But first, I must pay my respects to your dear mate."
No! Adrenaline rushed within his veins as he rushed inside.
"Leoun? Leoun!"
"What, what is it Demi?"Pure relief rushed through him. Leoun walked into the room, their children following suit, sporting amused faces.
"N-nothing." Was it all in his head? Gods, he hoped not. . . the last time he started hearing voices in his head. . . He didn't want to revisit the moments of confusion and sorrow.
"Demi, what's wrong?" He blinked as she placed a calming hand on his cheek. Her eyes full of concern and worry, she searched for an answer.
Should he tell her? He wasn't even sure if what he heard was real. But if he didn't. . . and he ended up harming her.
His wolf snarled, snapping him out of his thoughts. Right. . . He doubted it would ever let harm come to her. Which gave him a bit of relief.
"Yes, I just. . . thought I heard something. But everything is fine."
She wasn't convinced. If it weren't for the boys cries, she probably would have delved further into a situation he wasn't sure he wanted to talk about.
"Alright boys." Her  gaze lingered on him for a while before ushering the kids back into the bathroom.
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. It's fine, Demetri. Just. . . walk it off. 
He made his way back out, his mind somehow reached out for an explanation to the voice. Noone could be out here. No one. They lived in a secluded area, there was no way someone would find them.
"Oh, Demetri. You're losing it bud." Before he could react, Demi was hit hard from the side. The force was enough to knock the air out of him, but he stood his ground. His eyes searched for an enemy, finding none, he resorted to his other senses. There was no scent in the air. He's staying down wind from me. . . Before another assault could be dealt, he spun on his feet. His hands raised quick enough to ward off a strike. The wolf howled in triumph as he twisted his hold and was able to take the assailant into his grasp.
He was met by a male, his hair as dark as it could be, his eyes a bright red.
"Oh, congragulations. You caught yourself a demon."

His pledge

He stood amongst the trees. His yellow wolf eyes staring at the castle, a window in particular. He watched as Leoun paced back and forth with one of the babies in her arms. He yearend for her, wanting badly to be at her side.
He howled sorrowfully at the moon. Cursing his fate. But why had he to suffer? Could he not be with his beloved? Yes. His wolf answered for him. He missed her soft skin, her beautiful smile. He missed all the love only she showed him. Her affections was something he craved now. She's mine.
And just like that his mind was made up. He shifted back to human and made his way to the place that housed his precious Leoun. He did not use the front door though, knowing that her family would never condone his visit. No, instead, with great agility and balance, he climbed up wards from the side. He reached her balcony landing swiftly on his feet. He made little sound but just as he was to enter he hesitated. Would she accept him? He was being selfish. . . of course she wouldn't wait for him. . . but he could not bring himself to move. He stood there like a shadow, holding his breath, waiting for Leoun to notice him.

Decisions

He paused outside her open door, contemplating their future. Her breathing had become even almost peaceful but her appearance betrayed that illusion. She was as pale as moon, the dark circles under her eyes made her elegantly beautiful face seem older than she was. Small droplets of sweat ran down her forehead causing her hair to stick. Her fever was back.
He should have never taken her the way he did. He was a weak fool. He reacted on instinct. Her scent was just so intoxicating. . . her beauty stunned him. Now here she lays, bearing his children as death breathes down her neck. He paced the hall outside. His gaze finding her every time he passed her doorway. Leoun. . . you deserve much better than a failure. And on top of that, an exiled fugitive. 

He paused, coming to a conclusion. He would leave. After the babe's were born he would leave. He would spare no expense in giving her the life style she deserved. Though it tore him to think she would be alone and unprotected it was an even worse pain in knowing that he would only cause her suffering. This is what I must do. I am sorry Leoun. . .