4

Damien Perspective

"Alpha, we have found ashes near the human club. It looked like that hunter’s last attack happened there," Ethan reported. I exhaled slowly, my jaw clenching. I sat behind my desk, fingers drumming against the polished wood, my patience hanging by a thread. The air in the room was thick with tension as my beta, Ethan, stood before me with his head bowed. His voice was steady, but I could hear the nervous edge in his tone. "Tell me, Ethan, did you find the hunter who’s been doing all this apart from the dead bodies and ashes?" My voice was cold, laced with deadly intent.  Ethan hesitated.

"Alpha... I'm sorry, but when we reached there, no one was there. We could only detect the ashes," he admitted. The moment those words left his mouth, I moved. In a blink, I was in front of him in my vampire speed, grabbing his collar and lifting him off the ground. The impact was so sudden that Ethan barely had time to react. His legs dangled as I held him mid-air, my grip tightening around his throat. "Tell me, Beta, should I kill you and find someone more competent?" I growled, my crimson eyes burning into his terrified ones. "You're nothing but a disappointment, giving me pathetic service." Ethan gasped, struggling to breathe. "Alp-alpha, please… have mercy!" he choked out, his hands gripping my wrist, desperate to loosen my hold. I snarled.

"Mercy?" I spat the word like venom before shoving him harshly onto the floor. He landed with a thud, coughing as he scrambled to his knees. I stepped over him, my fury barely contained. "I want results, Ethan. Did you fucking understand me?" My voice was sharp, cutting through the thick silence of the room. Ethan wiped his mouth, nodding frantically. "Y-yes, Alpha," he stuttered. I paced the room, my mind a storm of rage. "Whoever this hunter is, he's getting bolder. He's not stopping. He’s moving fast, killing without hesitation. And you know what that means, don’t you, Ethan?" I turned to him sharply, my glare burning into him. Ethan swallowed hard.

"Alpha, I......." I slammed my fist onto my desk, the sound echoing like a gunshot. "That bastard killed my parents, Ethan!" I roared. "And I won’t stop until I rip him apart with my own hands. He will beg for death by the time I’m done with him." Ethan stayed silent, knowing better than to say anything at this moment. I inhaled deeply, trying to rein in my anger. "Tell me, do you at least have a lead? Anything useful at all?" Ethan shook his head hesitantly. "Alpha, we are trying, but......"

"Trying?" I sneered, stepping closer. "Trying is for weaklings, Ethan. I need results. I need that hunter on his knees before me, or so help me, I will start looking for a new beta who can actually do their fucking job!" Ethan flinched but nodded. "I understand, Alpha. I will do everything I can to find him." I exhaled sharply before waving my hand dismissively. "Get out. And send Scarlett to me." Ethan hesitated, shifting on his feet. "Alpha…" I narrowed my eyes. "Now what, Ethan?" I sighed impatiently. Ethan took a deep breath before speaking. "Alpha, tomorrow is the full moon." Just great. How the hell did I forget about that? I clenched my jaw, running a hand through my hair. "Ethan, get everything ready at the forest. Arrange silver chains and make sure everything is set. I don’t want any mistakes." Ethan bowed. "Yes, Alpha," he said before turning and quickly exiting the office. Once the door shut behind him, I let out a deep breath and pulled out a cigarette.

Lighting it up, I took a long inhale, the smoke filling my lungs before I exhaled slowly. I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping against the armrest. That hunter was out there, lurking, killing, mocking me with his existence. But not for long. Because soon… he would be at my mercy. 

(People whisper my name with fear. They don’t dare to say it aloud, knowing that even the mention of Damien Alexander Blackwood could send a shiver down their spine. I am the Alpha of the Blood Eclipse Pack, but I am not just any Alpha. I was born a hybrid.... the rarest, most dangerous kind. My mother was a vampire, my father a werewolf, and together, their blood created a monster. A beast that no one could tame. A predator that no one could outrun. I have both the brutal instincts of a wolf and the bloodlust of a vampire. That combination makes me unstoppable.

No one dares to challenge me. My pack members fear me, and they should. I rule with an iron fist, demanding loyalty, respect, and obedience. The few who tried to defy me learned their lesson in the most painful way possible. I don't tolerate weakness. I don't tolerate betrayal.

My wolf, Zyros, is a beast of nightmares. When he takes control, nothing can stop him. His black fur blends into the darkness, his eyes glow a deadly shade of crimson, and his snarls alone can make the strongest of warriors tremble. When Zyros hunts, he doesn’t just kill. He annihilates. The full moon is both my greatest strength and my worst curse. On every full moon, my power becomes uncontrollable. My body turns into something even I can’t tame..... a beast so violent, so ruthless, that even my pack wouldn’t stand a chance against me. Zyros takes over completely, his hunger for destruction overwhelming even my strongest restraints. That’s why, on every full moon, I leave my pack. I vanish into the dense forest, far away from anyone who could get hurt. Deep within the woods, I have created a hidden dungeon, a place where no one dares to go, a place only I know about. It is my prison, my cage, built for one purpose, to keep the monster inside me from tearing everything apart. The dungeon is made of thick stone walls, reinforced with magic that weakens my wolf side just enough to slow me down. But it’s not enough. That’s where the silver chains come in. I bind myself with them, wrapping them tightly around my arms, my chest, my legs.

The burn is unbearable. Silver is toxic to wolves, and I can feel it sinking into my skin, its poison weakening my werewolf strength. But even as my wolf side suffers, my vampire half remains untouched. The pain is necessary. Without it, there would be no stopping me.  Even the creatures of the night know better than to come near me. They sense the danger, the death that lingers in the air. Anyone who dares step foot into that place on a full moon… never comes back. I have taken over many packs, crushing those who refused to follow me. Their Alphas begged for mercy, but I showed none. I ripped them apart, watching the life drain from their eyes as they realized their mistake. Their pack members fell to their knees, swearing their loyalty to me, and those who resisted met the same fate as their leaders. I became Alpha at a young age , far earlier than I should have. Not by choice but by tragedy. My parents were killed. Slaughtered. That night is burned into my memory like a scar that refuses to fade. They had decided to visit a human restaurant, a rare moment of peace. But they never came back.

When I went looking for them, I found nothing. No bodies. No scent trail. Only the lingering stench of death and the cruel reality that they were gone forever. I searched for years, trying to uncover who was behind it. But the answers remained out of reach. Still, I know one thing for sure. It was a hunter. A ruthless killer who preys on supernatural creatures like sport. He moves in the shadows, striking whenever he gets the chance. I have seen the aftermath of his work, bodies drained of blood, throat slit, and ashes scattered like dust. And I swear on my blood, on my soul, on everything I am… I will find that bastard. And when I do, his death will be slow. Agonizing. Unforgettable. )

As I sat in my office, the lingering scent of cigarette smoke filled the air. The ashtray on my desk was full, a testament to my restless thoughts. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the lamp beside me. My mind drifted to a topic I had long avoided, my mate. Every wolf finds their mate at eighteen. But me? I was twenty-four, and there was no sign of her. It was as if she never existed. I had travelled across packs, searching, hoping that maybe she was out there, waiting for me. But no matter how far I went, how many wolves I encountered, I never found her. Was she dead? Did she even exist? Or had the Moon Goddess cursed me with a lifetime of solitude? A dry laugh escaped my lips as I leaned back in my chair. Whoever she was, I pitied her. If she was alive, she was destined to be mated to a beast, a monster that everyone feared. I wasn’t gentle, I wasn’t kind, and I certainly wasn’t the type of mate who would worship her like other wolves did with theirs.

She would be bound to a man who had no patience, no softness, no love to give. I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temple. My father had rejected his fated mate and chosen my mother instead, a vampire. Maybe the same fate awaited me. Maybe I wasn’t meant to have a mate at all. It wouldn’t surprise me if the Moon Goddess had skipped me entirely, deciding that a creature like me didn’t deserve something so pure. But then again, if she did exist… where was she? Was she in another pack, living her life without any knowledge of me? Or did she know and was purposely hiding, praying that I would never find her? The thought made something dark stir inside me. If she was out there, she belonged to me. And if I ever found her, she wouldn’t be able to escape. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I sighed, already irritated.

"Come in," I ordered. Scarlett stepped inside, her red dress clinging to her body like a second skin. She was beautiful, with curves that could tempt any man, but I felt nothing for her. She was nothing more than a desperate whore who wanted power, thinking that if I marked her, she could rule beside me. I knew she wanted to be my mate. She threw herself at me at every opportunity, always desperate for my attention. "Don’t even think about making this whore our mate. I want my fated mate, not this bitch. God knows how many wolves she’s been with," my wolf, Zyros, growled. "Zyros, shut the fuck up. We don’t have a mate," I snapped. "Every wolf does. We just have to wait," he insisted. "Yeah? I don’t fucking care," I muttered, standing up and discarding my cigarette. "Alpha," she purred, walking toward me, swaying her hips as if that would make a difference. I stood up, discarding my cigarette. "Take off your clothes and bend over the table," I commanded, my voice cold. She smirked, her eyes filled with excitement.

"Your wish is my command, Alpha," she said, winking at me. Fucking whore. She stripped without hesitation, standing in only her undergarments before pressing her body against the table. "Now, aren’t you a little slut?" I muttered, grabbing her panties and tearing them away. I didn’t wait. I undid my belt, slamming into her without warning. She screamed in pain, but I didn’t care. "This is what you wanted, right?" I growled, yanking her hair back. "Yes, Alpha. Oh yes," she moaned, completely lost in her own pleasure. I felt nothing. Just release. "Maybe you’re right, Zyros," I said to my wolf. "This desperate bitch shouldn’t be our mate. We can pick another she-wolf from the pack. She’s nothing but a plaything." Zyros agreed.

After I was done, I felt my vampire side take over. My eyes turned crimson, my fangs extending. A hybrid’s bite could be both pleasurable and painful. But for this bitch, I would make sure it hurt. Smirking, I leaned down. "Now let me feed on you." I sank my fangs into her neck, relishing her screams as I drank her blood. When I was done, I shoved her onto the floor. "Get the fuck up and get out, whore," I snapped. Whimpering, she grabbed her clothes, limping as she stumbled out of the office. I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair.

Tomorrow was the full moon. I needed to get this over with.