Ignoring Is Not Ignorance

Flameheart

My people have been suppressed for too long by the darned witches. Seeing that I have not made a move on them, their queen assumes that either I fear them or I am not aware of their malice.

What they do not know is that I am a true predator. I stalk my prey until I am assured of victory. Unlike other predators, I am calculative. I just do not go around pouncing recklessly on my prey. That will only alert it and give it a chance to run.

I am like a python. I move slowly, so much so that if one does not look carefully, one will assume that it is stationary. It is this attribute of a python that ensures that it's always well nourished. The way it moves is almost hypnotic. The one watching gets mesmerized and remains glued to the spot.

Only when they feel their body being constricted do they realize that they have fallen prey to the most dangerous predator ever. By then, it will be too late to do anything. They watch helplessly as the python devours them whole.

All they will be left with, is regret and resentment. A python's prey suffers extensive horror. They get to watch as their life slowly seeps out. But at that time, they will not be able to do anything about it.

This is exactly my mode of operation. I am unforgiving. Once one crosses my bottom line, there are no second chances. The humans and the witches have terrorized my kind enough. So much that werewolves have been living in hiding.

There are fewer wolves than there were almost three decades ago. There was harmony between the two realms. Apart from that, the gods had set up a veil that separated us. We could mingle but they never knew of our existence.

From the days of yore, werewolves were given the role of protecting the universe. We were protectors. Guardians of the universe. However, the witches have always felt as if they were far superior and more deserving of that right.

Although hundreds of years passed by, the witches remained disgruntled by the decision made by the gods. Over the years, they have induced many uprisings and wars, together with the vampires. All in a bid to overthrow or possibly wipe out my kind.

They aim to rule over humans. Humans are a vulnerable lot. They are extremely susceptible to manipulation. What they are not aware of is the fact that they are at the bottom of the food chain.

Witches need humans as test subjects for their sorcery. Whilst vampires need humans for their very livelihood. In which case, humans remain nothing but a mere end to a need.

Master Hans, is actually called Arthur Fleming. He was my late father's, right-hand man. Arthur, who by the time the war struck, was the Supreme Beta, took it upon himself to sneak me to the human territory. There was no doubt that the witches and vampires had an upper hand.

He knew that our kingdom was not prepared for this sudden war. Therefore, the enemy had an upper hand. In an attempt to save the last of the royal wolves, Arthur took me to an orphanage. He changed my name to Dale Fleming. Then he went on to change his to Arthur Hansen. This, he did in a bid to ensure that no one would link us.

He wanted to ensure that I was safe and according to him, I would find him when the time was right. However, he was the one to find me instead. Hence my respect for him is immense.

Anyway, I am more than ready to take them all down but I am not in a hurry. Now that I know I have a family out there, I am going to devote myself to them first. Ensure their safety and comfort and once they are settled, I will purge all the scum off the face of the earth.

Thinking back to my interview with those journalists, I find myself smirking. That Dante guy was surely scared. I admire his composure though. He held it together in front of everyone. I know that my message must have rattled him and I am sure he will not sit still.

Since that day, I have been counting down. I know they will strike soon. Just a hunch and my hunch is never wrong. I could tell that he felt threatened by my message and his pride will not allow him to just sit back. That is exactly what I am waiting for.

The reason I came to this darned city is to deal with the Elite Alliance. Those are some corrupt humans and this city needs a serious reshuffle in their leadership. Its leadership comprises of some unscrupulous politicians and the richest helmsmen of the city.

That tuxedo-clad fake journalist, Dante Graham, is the scion of the wealthiest family in Sunshine State. Not only is he arrogant, but he is as shrewd as a serpent and as vile as the devil. He was the mastermind behind the incident seven years ago.

He is just a small fry and I will deal with him and his cronies later. For now, I am giving them enough rope to hang themselves. No one will see me when I strike. I have been ignoring their corruption and now they think that I am oblivious to their vile nature. What they do not know is that ignoring them does not equate to me being ignorant.