"Oh my God!" Sofia cursed under her breath as she carefully side stepped the broken body of Grace, Arthur's mother. "What did he do?" She asked herself softly. "He did what you created him to do. Kill werewolves." Rosetta said, giving way to Roland as he walked into the room. He was all suited up and was adjusting the buttons on his wrist as Rosetta shifted his neck tie. "Don't we make a cute couple?" Rosetta asked Sofia, hooking her elbow through Roland's arm. Sofia scoffed as they both passed her and headed out the door. "We will not stay out late." Rosetta called out. "I'm not promising anything, though." They walked out and downstairs to the underground garage and to Rosetta’s silver Corvette that she had droven them in."Get in." She said. Roland folded himself into the passenger seat as Rosetta started the engine and pulled out of the garage. Roland seemed to wake out of a trance slowly. Like a fog or scale had covered his mind and was just being lifted. "What happened
"I can hear… everything." Roland said, twisting his neck and looking around. "Those men are betting on who would get to bang that waitress at the corner." He said, pointing discreetly at some men huddled at a table. "Those ones," he nodded in their direction with his head, "... they are-" Rosetta placed are cold hand on his, covering his hand with hers. "You would learn to block out some sounds. Buy for now, just ignore." He looked at her and they locked gazes. Then he nodded. She stood up. "Come. I have something to show you." She held out her hand. "What is that?" He asked, standing up too and taking her hand. "It is more like a theory I would like to test." She replied, leading him outside. They got into her car and they drove off. Her iPhone made a Ping! sound. An incoming message. She picked it and looked at it. "Sofia." She scoffed. "She finally learnt to operate an iPhone." "What does the message say?" Roland asked. "The apartment's compromised. Don't return." Rosetta
As soon as Preston Klein – the Alpha of the artic wolves, the largest wolf pack in the world – touched down in London, he was welcomed by a large black limousine in which alpha Jamie was seated in. Alpha Jamie stepped out quickly as he saw the intimidating figure of alpha Preston. Standing at almost 7 feet tall and weighing about 320 or 330 pounds of full muscle, he had a thick Bush of pure white beard that covered half of his face. His hair stood out like he just got out of bed. He had startling blue eyes that crinkled when he smiled, but this was not a happy visit. When was the last time I came on a happy visit to London? He mused to himself. Last time, it was to discuss the possible execution of a little kid, this time...well, who knows?His face was solemn as he stepped out from his private jet. “Jamie!” He greeted warmly as he said sunken face of Jamie. Jamie clasped one of alpha Preston’s hand with both of his. “Thank you for coming.” “What do we have here, alpha?” Presto
THE MORGUE WAS quiet and chilly. The white walls and white tiles gave it a creepy look as Jamie and Preston made their way into the freezer part, led by Jones, the doctor uncharged of the morgue. Jones was a well seasoned werewolf but he had not seen anything like this. He led the two alphas to the large morgue freezer and dragged the tray holding Jeffery out. Preston took a sharp inhale of breath as his eyes settled on the corpse of the young wolf. “The young Jeff went down with a fight.” Jones said. He paused for a while and then continued. “definitely, he had blood and flesh on his claws and his teeth was also coated in blood.” Jamie felt a throbbing pain in his chest. He should have known this little cub was in danger. He should have prevented this from happening. Jones broke into his thoughts, “Impaled heart by something wide and thick and long was the major cause of death.” “The skull...” Preston remarked “Gone. Smashed.” Jones replied. “All we could retrieve we
THE PROCESSION was long and slow. There was a lazy drizzle in the air like the rain and sun were battling on who to come out, but the rain was winning because the sun has disappeared, covered by a thick mist while light breeze carried the little drizzle of rain. Alpha Jamie and Alpha Preston led the march, all on black, they led the rest of the pack to the burial ground. To the pack’s cemetery. They crossed the threshold of the cemetery and walked into the deeper section. To the section reserved for special situations. Situations like this, when a werewolf dies in its wolf form and doesn’t shift back to human. A hole had been dug already. They formed a semi circle around the dug grave and two men stepped forward to lower the coffin. Some women could be seen sobbing, and either consciously or unconsciously, they were leaning a bit to a dark haired woman who was pouring tears into a black handkerchief. She was Jeffrey’s mother and her husband, a tall man with an imposing figu
THE LIMOSUINE SLOWED to a stop on the tarmac, just beside the huge airplane. Jamie stepped out and stood aside for Alpha Preston to come out too. “Thank you.” Jamie said, with gratitude in his eyes. “...for everything.” Preston waved it aside. “Oh it’s nothing.” “Still so. I thank you. I doubt I would have handled it as well on my own.” Jamie replied. Preston cocked his head and looked at Jamie with an intelligent eye before he said, “Call Lydia back.” Jamie seemed to consider it for a moment but he shook his head sadly. “I can’t.” “She would add to your strength. You know they – I mean females with alpha blood – have a way of holding the pack together.” Preston said and then pressed on. “If she were here, I am very sure Grace and her husband would still be here.” Jamie kept shaking his head slowly. “Wait, when was the last time you spoke with her?” Preston asked. Jamie looked up at the elder alpha. “That does not matter.”“Then call her back.” Preston said. “She would want
ALPHA JAMIE SAT on the couch with a glass of whisky in his hand staring into the fireplace blindly. It has been two days since Alpha Preston left and he really needed another alpha blood by his side now. His mind was blank. His face was blank. His eyes were open but it was obvious that he was not seeing anything. He did not notice when his wife, Charlotte came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked up at her. “How are you doing?” She asked. “I’m trying my best to stay sane.” Jamie replied. He took a sip from his glass and asked. “How is he?” He gestured with his head, referring to Jake. “He is hanging in there.” She said, sitting down by his side. “He’s stronger than he looks but it’s hard.” “I know. It has been a hard past few months.” Jamie reached for the bottle on a small table by his side. Charlotte collected the bottle from his grip and set it down beside her feet. “I was not talking about you. Our son lost his cousin and friend... the whole
JAMIE’S MIND WAS not at rest. Although it was a bit calm after speaking with his son but there was still a little nibbling at the back of his mind. He shrugged on his coat and headed out the door quietly. There was no point in disturbing anybody or calling Gibson. He just wanted a little stroll and the night air to clear his mind. The night was dark and starless. The air was still. No wind tonight. “There was even no need for the coat.” He muttered to himself as he walked down the path. He took in a deep breath and held it for 3 seconds and then released it. He did that procedure 6 times and then his mind became clear and as he reflected on the past months starting from that dreadful night where he come upon that scene pike something from a horror movie. Was it up to a year now?Yeah. So fast, he mused. Time flies. The pack had never been the same since his sister left with the family. It felt like Beckham family ran the pack even more than he did... and he was alpha. He gave a