An Intercepted Call

It was early in the morning when Samson woke up. He could still hear the crickets chirping when his eyes slowly slid open. The room being dark as ever made it difficult to see at first but as his eyes adjusted he realized something was different.

The prison cell door was open.

What do you think Skull? Samson asked.

MMmm, steak… The drowsy voice bounced around in his head.

Right… Samson sighed as he pushed himself off the bed.

Like they were made of paper, Samson effortlessly tore the chains off his body, being unable to get rid of the silver bracelets he shrugged and made his way outside. He moved to the cracked wall, investigating it thoroughly. Despite the scent of blood being so faint, he could still make out the bloodlust that lingered around it. When he crouched low he saw small salt crystals, barely visible to the normal eye.

“They tortured someone here… or brutally killed them.” Samson murmured to himself as he made his way upstairs. 

As he opened the door, he entered a giant, open roof living room. There were floor to roof windows to his right that showed an intricately decorated backyard with a large pair of spiral staircases to his left that spiraled above him. Across the living room was a larger than needed kitchen with three fridges and four ovens that lead into a smaller kitchen. Slightly behind the living room was a small hallway that led to a room and above he could see both floors and their foyers.

“Rich…” Samson mumbled as he made his way towards the stairs.

As he heaved himself onto the first step a light but shrill ringing caught his attention. With pace, he made his way towards it. It got louder when he got onto the second floor and even louder as he walked down the hallway in front of him. As he approached the large, mahogany double doors that lay at the end of it the ringing stopped for a few seconds before starting again, confirming it came behind the doors. 

Carefully, he opened the door on the right, taking him into an office of sorts. The right and left walls had been replaced with giant bookshelves holding binders of different colors while on the right bookshelf there was a large, rectangular cutout inside which was a picture of a werewolf. The wall opposite the door had been replaced with large windows from which the San Francisco skyline could beautifully be seen. In the middle of the room was a colorful rug on top of which sat a mahogany table and an office chair. The house phone on top of the table was the source of the ringing, still making a shrill sound.

Without thinking twice Samson picked up the phone. “Lady Selena, about last night, while I do agree with the other Alphas, I wanted to respect your decision…” Samson recognized the voice to be Lio’s.

“As such, I will be on your side but the moment we find that prisoner to be the warmongering Lycan I will ask for his head.” Lio finished.

“What did you call me?” Samson’s rough voice silenced the man on the other side.

Samson closed his eyes as he turned around to face the city. “A warmonger? Ask for my head?” Samson reiterated, “Come and take it instead of hiding behind a phone.”

More white noise filled the line before Lio started again. “Where’s Selena?” he asked coldly.

Samson smirked. “In bed, where else would she be?” Samson impersonated Lycan.

Suddenly the tone of the voice changed. “And why are you answering the phone?” Lio’s hostility could be felt from the phone.

A coldness grew in Samson’s eyes and heart. “Cause I’m free you dumbass.” Samson turned around, locating where Lio had been calling from.

“What have you done with Selena?” Lio growled.

Samson stared at the direction of the faint bloodlust. “I told you, she’s in bed, but more importantly, you better hide that bloodlust, it makes you easier to find…” Samson threatened.

The tension between them grew stronger and stronger.

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A gentle warmth grew around Selena as she shifted to a more comfortable position, letting the drowsiness overtake her. She felt like she had forgotten something but sleep was too important right now. Very quickly, she faded out of consciousness and back into the dream world where she was on a date with a charming man.

Just as the sleep was about to overtake her, a powerful bloodlust scared her awake. She shot upwards, claws at the ready as she looked around, checking every corner of her room. Once she saw that no one was present she checked the time on her phone. Her veins froze. She leaped out of bed and sprinted down the hall and down one flight of stairs. She continued running until she entered her office.

“I’m late!” She shouted as she entered.

Once again, Samson’s heart started pounding and the butterflies started squirming when he saw Selena. She was in an oversized t-shirt and shorts with her hair hanging freely behind her. 

She pressed him. “Who’s that on the phone?” She asked angrily.

“Don’t tell me…” She looked red with anger.

Samson put his emotions aside and tossed her the phone. “It’s for you.” He said as he pulled back the office chair and slumped into it.

“Lady Selena,” Lio’s voice on the other side caused a worrisome fatigue to settle, “Is this why you took Lycan home?”

“Sir Lio, I don’t know what this bloodthirsty mutt has said to you but none of it’s true.” She pleaded her case.

Selena was worried about what Samson had told Lio but what worried her more was that Lio was her only ally left in an otherwise angry pack. “So you weren’t just in bed?” Lio asked, surprising Selena.

Startled, Selena didn’t know if she should deny what he’d said or say the truth. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Samson place both his legs on her table and smirk at her. 

“Sir Lio, I was just in bed but not in the way the mutt told you.” She slowly made her way towards Samson.

White noise filled the phone before Lio asked another question. “Why is he free then?” 

Selena was unsure of how to answer as she grabbed Samson by the scruff. “I’d love to know that as well!” She glared at him.

More white noise filled the phone before the words that Selena least wanted to hear were spoken. “I’m sorry Lady Selena, but I can no longer wholeheartedly support you.” Lio said.