Chapter 6

Alvaria’s Point Of View.

Morgan laid a gentle kiss on my forehead and walked back to his car as I waved my hand at him waiting for him to drive off into the night. I opened up the gate and made my way to the front door before turning around to bid him goodbye once more.

Making sure his car was out of view I sprinted the hell out of the yard and created as much distance as possible just in case the home owners saw me creeping by their yard and called the cops.

Taking in a deep breath I slowed down from my sprint into a slow walk just to not arouse any suspicion Whilst I made my way to my house.

I couldn’t help but think about the dark and overwhelming aura that the shadow wolf possessed. There was just something intriguing about a vampire wielding a werewolf and having witch-like powers. As far as I know ,I am the only tribrid in the supernatural realm and my existence is kept a secret with only my family knowing. My powers are hard to track with my vampire blood being dormant and me relying mostly on witchcraft.

I stopped to look around to make sure that I was not being followed before straying from the concrete path and straying into a grassy patch. It took some time to maneuver around the traps , corners and pathways since I had to stop ever so often to make sure I wasn’t being followed.

Something just felt off…it was almost as if someone was watching me but I couldn’t see or feel anyone’s presence. A light hissing caught my attention but I did not pay much attention to it as my thoughts went back to the mystery vampire…beta Marcus. Something about him just didn’t make sense and that bothered me.

Most people can tell that I am a hybrid especially when I use my powers but the vampire’s case was different…he possessed powers that pure bloods have and used spells that only ancient creatures used back in the dark ages. To make things worse his blood did not show that he was anything aside from a vampire even though his powers proved otherwise…a mystery indeed.

“Well that was early, how was your date with agent Mcsteamy?”

Freya wasted no time questioning me as soon as I walked into the house which I more than expected from her . My eyes lowered to her hands for a bit as I watched Damien dressing up her hands next to the heater . The thing with strong and powerful magic is that it had side effects, especially if there are trace’s of dark magic laced within it.

The dark magic iceberg dagger spell that Freya had casted resulted in her catching frostbite in her hands and arms . Good thing is the frost bite was slowly disappearing and she now had some feeling in her hands as for my own side effect…lets just leave that as a story for another day.

“I couldn’t even focus much…that dang chimera incident is driving me crazy. Morgan couldn’t find anything about a beta Morgan…like seriously, couldn’t the idiot leave a last name too!”

I was off into my rant as I took a sip of Damien’s hot chocolate to quench my thirst.

“Hey…get your own,”

Damien tried getting his hot chocolate back but Freya came to my defense just on time.

“Don’t be stingy , Damien. Just look at her,she looks horrible and definitely needs it more than you do,”

I was almost going to stick my tongue out to Damien when my brain registered Freya’s words .

“Here,”

My mouth closed back up as my attention shifted from the insult to the file that Freya pointed at just as Damien slid it off to me.

“I asked around in the vampire community for a beta Marcus to see if my contacts knew anything and I got a hit. Since you know betas are usually the right hand man of a werewolf alpha it was easy to find out about a vampire beta. Personally I didn’t think it logical for a vampire to be a werewolf’s beta but I have been proven otherwise…"

Cold chills went down my spine as I opened the envelopes to retrieve the files. Damien’s words soon fell into the background as I read through the papers with all of the information that I have been looking for to ease my curiosity and hopefully get rid of my nightmares.

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Beta Damien of the black venom back…the vampire beta of alpha Asmodeus Hayes.

With Damien being a pure blood vampire retrieved straight from the flaming gates of hell by none other than the hellhound alpha himself they are forever bound together by fate.

Damien serves as the messenger of his alpha’s destruction as he is physically strong enough to siphon and harness his alpha’s power to use as his own.

As the vampire beta he serves as the leader of all the vampires within the black venom pack as well as holds authority over all vampires around the world.

Some say he should be the vampire king and claim his place as master and leader of the vampire realm but his ruthless and animalistic nature can only be tamed or controlled by the alpha that dragged him from the underworld…Asmodeus Hayes.

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Asmodeus Hayes, Hellhound Alpha of the black venom pack which is a pack of werewolves, witches ,vampires and some demons. (A hellhound is a type of demon or hybrid beast that’s a werewolf lycanthrope and demon fueled by pure black magic ,evil and darkness )

The hellhound alpha is known to be ruthless ,savage and as cold as ice. He rules over werewolves, vampires, witches, and demons, who all thrive on war , terror, and bloodshed . Mythology claims hellhounds to be agents of death , savage dogs who drag people into the underworld… Well, that is all well and true, but in the case of Asmodeus Hayes no one quite knows for sure what his story is.

Many stories are told of his might , terror, power and evil as well as many different folk laws surrounding his existence but no one knows for sure what interpretation of the story is true.

“Wait, is that it?”

I flipped through the pictures in wonder trying to find out more but there was nothing…some words and paragraphs of the remaining pages were completely redacted and inked out as if the information was part of some sort of highly classified government documents.

“That is all that I could…there are no pictures of the two. Most people don’t even believe in their existence or them still being alive till this day and age. We are talking about ancient immortal creatures here Arya… Some of the stories go back to the creation of the supernatural realm. People are scared to even say anything about them and I can’t even blame them. If I didn’t see whatever the hell that was , I too wouldn’t believe the stories. We say a chimera Arya…a freaking chimera . Did you even know of its existence? If creatures like that exist, what more could there be out there? Does what we do even matter in the grand scheme of things?”

I couldn’t help but agree with Damien’s sentiment as I looked down at the papers to see all of the different people the duo is rumored to have killed ,wars they have started and ended as well as entire packs that they have left in nothing but bloodshed, carnage and ruins.

“Personally if I ever see any other creature like that it will honestly be too soon. I never want to run into Marcus ever again and I sure as hell don’t want to confirm the hellhound alpha’s existence or ever face the beast myself. That being said, I need to get my ass to bed . My body is taking way too long to recharge and regenerate from the fight . Goodnight lovie …please try to get some sleep tonight and don’t forget to text agent Mcsteamy a goodnight,”

I couldn’t help but smile at how Freya could still light up the atmosphere even with so many new threats to our existence and way of life. Here we were trying to rid the world of monsters and save the innocent. Then we found out that there are more monsters than we could have ever imagined…monsters that were stronger and more powerful than we could have ever imagined.

Damien carried Freya upstairs as I followed right behind them with the files still in my hands. A hissing sound caught my attention but there was nothing around us aside from Freya trying to hide how much she enjoyed Damien babying her.

Deciding that I was tired and hearing things, I did my night routine, sent Morgan a goodnight text as instructed and made my way to bed.

My mind was too busy trying to wrap my mind about all the new information as I read through the files once more . I could barely grasp the idea of a hellhound much less grasp a thought of an entire pack of different creatures being led by a pure definition of evil.

My eyes soon felt heavy and I could no longer stand to stay awake as my exhausting body finally caught up with me. For the first time in a very long time I could actually fall asleep and maybe this time I would have a goodnight sleep.

Ever since the incident I’ve been staying up at night to patrol and keep guard out of pure paranoia. The few times I would fall asleep I would wake up from a nightmare sweating, in a frenzy and a state of panic.

Aside from the horror and panic there was something else living rent free in my mind…the shadow wolf. Something about its Smokey, fiery red eyes just called out to me as the light traces of its scent haunted my every waking moment.

Something about the dark and beastly wolf just intrigued me and haunted my thoughts. The way it looked at me as if it was looking right at my soul, the raw and sheer power that radiated off of it, the dark aura around it …everything about it just resulted in a great deal of uneasiness from my wolf which was normal considering that the wolf would probably want my wolf to submit to its power which would never happen.

As much as I am a rogue and regard Damien and Freya as not only family but my pack ,that still doesn’t take away from my wolf wanting to belong and be a pack wolf. Yeah, that’s probably it…my wolf is longing to be part of a pack , nothing else .

My wolf was not whining today nor was she keeping me awake which brought me some much needed peace and allowed me to feel at harmony within my own body for the first time in a long time.

The lack of sleep was getting to me but I didn’t realize how much until now. Deciding to allow my body rest and recuperate I surrendered myself to sleep, it’s not like something would happen if I just get some sleep for a few hours…things definitely can’t get any worse, right?