Rayla and Travis had made their way into the mansion as Higgins lingered in transit within the living area.
"what are you doing Higgins?" Travis asked, as he startled Higgins who had seemingly been scanning a framed potrait of what seemed like Travis' relative.Higgins stuttered, signifying that he hadn't been expecting to be interrupted so soon. "... I'm just looking at some frames. When I think about it, your father didn't seem like the type to own such wealth. Where did you…" Higgins replied, as he made reference to the underlying poverty that wreaked from the depiction of Travis' 'relative'.“My father... isn’t important." Travis impeded the thread of Higgins’ narrative, taking a breath, as well as a well deserved chuckle, then continued. "You can forget he ever existed, the same way you’re trying to forget your family ever did.” Travis spoke down on him, with a surprisingly erry smile etched unto his expression.“Why you… Gree!!!” Higgins dre“Even if you don’t, stay here then. Or at least tell me who Bruce Marcov is, or something at the very least. I’ve told you most of what I know already so why are you so hesitant to let me know if he’s going to strangle me or something.” Rayla said as she found much fault in his apprehensiveness and brushing off tendencies.It felt as if he had intentionally been trying to push her away and the feeling irradiated from his rough manner of speaking.“What do you want from me Rayla, you don’t even know me.” He said, in an alive tone that wrought confusion at her persistence to pry further.“Whose fault is that?” She asked.“I only ask that you let off Travis, you already have me staying in his house. Now, after I explicitly told you not to trust him or tell him about anything, you come here asking me for information concerning things in my past.” Higgins saidHiggins had now been backed against the wall and couldn’t proceed because she obstructed his path, he needed to let her off.“What
Meanwhile, Vladimir had led into the tent to seemingly have his fortune told.It was appalling on the outside, a dystopian sight that had broken bottle, piss wreaking and thrown out liquor kegs in its vicinitiny with a rat that might have been alive giving a thrown out ornament head. The smell was as breath taking in the sense that it would literally leave one short of breath and the air that irritated the nervous system only contributed to the outwardly guise of shrouded instruction. “Do not enter!” It felt errie and the disregard shown to it by fellow marketers was evident in the worn out aesthetic, but this didn't halt his procession or his sighting of the shaman that dwelled within."Welcome, my guest. I hope the ladies outside didn't rob you of your treasures." The shaman said.Vladimir strolled into the tent in awe at the variety of voo-doo insighting relics that constituted the decor of the entire interior."Do you always have these, 'trinkets' on display?" He asked."Well,
His lungs gasped relentlessly, struggling to endure the noxious air that permeated the dungeon. The torment echoed in a ceaseless rhythm.Regardless of the inquisitor's relentless lashings, he held his head bent, refusing to give in.The Delta's smoldering gaze bore down on him with scorn, rendering words meaningless.Panting heavily, Higgins managed to muster the strength to speak. "Is that the best you can do, inquisitor? Put your back into it."His bold grin revealed his fortitude, as he dared to believe that the suffering inflicted upon him was mere child's play.He refused to let the Delta feel any pity for him.However, the Delta's unfazed expression, accompanied by a mild grin, suggested that such thoughts didn't even cross his mind."If you say so. Don't hold back, you weakling! Tear him apart until his skin is shredded and his spirit is melted," Ramsy declared.Delta Ramsy refused to acknowledge the inquisitor's perception of him as a living being, if he even did so in the fir
"You do not know how long I have waited for this." Ramsy raveled in the accomplishment he wrought.Higgins, although, feigned ignorance as to any knowledge he seemingly held on knowing anything that Ramsy supposedly thought he did."I'd rather call it self-pride and it's not even leading to where I need it to. I don't know what you're talking about, I don't have any shit that you need." He said.He wouldn't allow him the perceived sense of accomplishment he seemed to draw from the situation, as he tried earnestly to down Ramsy's inflamed ego.He also didn't see the light in the reason Ramsy had to want him alive. Nevertheless, he didn't fail to persistently hint his begging for his own death."I will soon rule this pack and dethrone the Alpha. Maybe then, I will have all human kind exterminated and gain full control, you don't have what I need, but you know where to find it." Ramsy blurted out."Don't gamble life based on inaccurate factoid." Higgins proclaimed his foreseen ignorance.
As Higgins broke his restraint, silence reigned supreme.His speed managed to shatter the sound barrier in a fraction of a second.This was the hunter without a legacy, whose heart-shattering only strengthened his determination to escape his island prison, forcing him to overwork himself in order to be strong enough to handle it.Alas, this also made the needed force to his own death to be insurmountable.As he heard the clattering of chains, the inquisitor's gaze was drawn to him, but his head did more than turn to his will."Clack!" As Higgins drew his zenith and jaw in opposite directions, the inquisitor's neck snapped, maintaining its turned position."What in the world did you do?" Rayla wailed, clearly thrown amiss by the sight and sound of the inquisitor collapsing on the floor."Better question, who the hell are you?" Higgins stroked his wrist, attempting to restore the flow.He talked condescendingly to the unique entity who, for the first time in several years, had him at a
"Where... Where am I?" Higgins awoke to the solitary sight of his eye glancing to his masculine mitts."Is this..." He added, as he caught a glimpse of where he might have been."This is where you belong Higgins." A female werewolf beside him called to his attention, in an erotic sense as she stroked the hair strands on his chest.The same emotion he experienced when he first saw Astoria began to disclose its source; he was certain he had relived this event before, and it was now obvious enough."How is this possible, you're..." His eyes glistened with disbelief, as he wafted any foreign element that might've insighted a mirage."Shhhhh!!! You'll jinx it..." She replied his curiosity, although still leaving him dumbfounded.She came atop him, with her sole clothed night gown allowing her warmth to caress the entirety of his abdominal region."No. No. This isn't real, I need to snap out of it." He pushed her off.The werewolf he had been grieving for years over had laid atop him, seemi
"Ugh! "What the hell are you doing weighing so much?" Astoria squirmed as she attempted to drag Higgins by his weight."Hmph... Shit!" After smacking his head on a hedge, Higgins eventually groaned to announce that he was regaining consciousness."Oh, thank the goddess, you're finally awake." Astoria released his legs and settled down on a rock formation, exhaustion etched across her face, relieved that he was back to his senses."In which messed up memory am I trapped this time?" Higgins asked, his gaze shifting around the enclosed space, trying to make sense of his surroundings."What are you talking about? Oh, I see now." Astoria's confusion mirrored his, but in a different sense."...You! What exactly did you do to me? What was I just made to relive?" He finally realized that he couldn't be in another memory.The enigmatic female beta werewolf, who had dared to intervene in his suicide attempts, stood before him. He had never seen her before until she decided to play the role of h
"How the hell am I a werewolf, that isn't possible." Higgins became filled with doubt at what Rayla had brought to his notice."Werewolves are first turned into omegas by the Alpha's bite, well you just got the werewolf genes of the moon goddess from his untold daughter." She revealed."No, I can’t take your word for it, I have to..." Higgins decided to test her theory, seeing as the light literally at the end of the tunnel was of the moon, “... No matter. Everything would be solved, you would be proven wrong.”"You want to go into the moonlight, be my guest, but I promise to tally the people your mindless grey beta wolf kills and ravel in the death that will continue in your stead. There's a reason you joint the resistance in the first place." She wrought in the repercussions of her bite."You think this heeds anything, I'll just pierce myself with silver." He proded his ability to still commit suicide.As this was the one thing that was a surefire methods to killing werewolves, may
Meanwhile, Vladimir had led into the tent to seemingly have his fortune told.It was appalling on the outside, a dystopian sight that had broken bottle, piss wreaking and thrown out liquor kegs in its vicinitiny with a rat that might have been alive giving a thrown out ornament head. The smell was as breath taking in the sense that it would literally leave one short of breath and the air that irritated the nervous system only contributed to the outwardly guise of shrouded instruction. “Do not enter!” It felt errie and the disregard shown to it by fellow marketers was evident in the worn out aesthetic, but this didn't halt his procession or his sighting of the shaman that dwelled within."Welcome, my guest. I hope the ladies outside didn't rob you of your treasures." The shaman said.Vladimir strolled into the tent in awe at the variety of voo-doo insighting relics that constituted the decor of the entire interior."Do you always have these, 'trinkets' on display?" He asked."Well,
“Even if you don’t, stay here then. Or at least tell me who Bruce Marcov is, or something at the very least. I’ve told you most of what I know already so why are you so hesitant to let me know if he’s going to strangle me or something.” Rayla said as she found much fault in his apprehensiveness and brushing off tendencies.It felt as if he had intentionally been trying to push her away and the feeling irradiated from his rough manner of speaking.“What do you want from me Rayla, you don’t even know me.” He said, in an alive tone that wrought confusion at her persistence to pry further.“Whose fault is that?” She asked.“I only ask that you let off Travis, you already have me staying in his house. Now, after I explicitly told you not to trust him or tell him about anything, you come here asking me for information concerning things in my past.” Higgins saidHiggins had now been backed against the wall and couldn’t proceed because she obstructed his path, he needed to let her off.“What
Rayla and Travis had made their way into the mansion as Higgins lingered in transit within the living area."what are you doing Higgins?" Travis asked, as he startled Higgins who had seemingly been scanning a framed potrait of what seemed like Travis' relative.Higgins stuttered, signifying that he hadn't been expecting to be interrupted so soon. "... I'm just looking at some frames. When I think about it, your father didn't seem like the type to own such wealth. Where did you…" Higgins replied, as he made reference to the underlying poverty that wreaked from the depiction of Travis' 'relative'.“My father... isn’t important." Travis impeded the thread of Higgins’ narrative, taking a breath, as well as a well deserved chuckle, then continued. "You can forget he ever existed, the same way you’re trying to forget your family ever did.” Travis spoke down on him, with a surprisingly erry smile etched unto his expression.“Why you… Gree!!!” Higgins dre
"He's..." Higgins tried to tell of who Travis was when the both of them were called out on."Are you both coming or not? I wanted to leave some scones out?" Travis asked. Their attentions had both been colonized by his single shout out. "We'll be right there!" Rayla replied out loud as she directed an unwavering curious gaze back at Higgins."We better get going." He replied, as he downed her hope at a reason to keep away from Travis's prying eyes.She became vexed for some reason as she had concluded within herself that Higgins was still unwilling to trust her as much.It was understandable if one were to judge the fact that she was undoubtedly still a stranger to him, although her efforts up till this point would tell a different tale.She brazenly stared him down before averting her gaze from him to focus and run towards Travis that called out on her."I'll be right there, Travis." She had concluded to igno
Rayla had persevered all the way through the forest path until she finally was brought to the scene of the capital of Nefario, some ways past the hold.A city ever buzzing during the day and famed for its prosperity but not so nocturnal prospects. She hadn’t been able to take in it’s full majesty as she was laid back, dragging Higgins’ weight in addition to hers. “Why do you have to be so heavy?” She asked his unconscious self. “The second time and I still can’t get used to this.” She added. Suddenly, her sighting of the city was halted by a boy that seemed to be in his early-teens. “Are you lost miss?” He asked. “I doubt it, because the Nefario Capital is right there. Where else could I be heading to.” She replied. The heavy mass she had been forced to pull through stressed her so much to instigate her speaking down on the boy in a blunt, harsh manner.Even though the pitiful state of poverty adorned itself unto his eye-sore of clothing, she only noticed the surface of disgust a
“Higgins!” Rayla rushed to his side as he slowly reverted back to his human form, nearly slumping into an unconscious state. “You’re alright.” She pointed out. Higgins finally had a taste of the blood in the woodling creature, his insatiable wolf finally relented, But was that the reason?He was completely naked but she didn’t mind, she reached for and cradled him on her lap, praising his tenacity. “You surprise me, you know right?” She said. Higgins led with a smile as a fading smirk crept unto his expression. “I proved you wrong.” He said. “What?” Rayla asked. “What are you talking about?” She added. “You didn’t tally any dead body, that gremlin doesn’t count.” He said, as his almost letting go invited a chuckle. “I love you, Eleanor.” He added. “What?” Rayla became flustered. “Higgins!” “He must’ve been seeing things.” She concluded in her thoughts, although with very little affirmation in her tone for even her to believe it. She was unable to pry any further as Higgins slowl
While, back at the familiar tunnel, Higgins' howl had signified that he had now truly become a half-breed werewolf in his wolf form, but what could that have implied?Rayla made to approach him with caution. "Higgins, are you there?" She asked, as she made sure her words were as subtle as could be.All she implied was that his concentration should fall on her voice, but one thing seemed strange. Why wasn't she turning to her wolf form as she too came under the rays of the moonlight. She was the one that bit him, she gave him the half-breed genes of the moon goddess, she passed on the curse yet she wasn't turning into one under the influence of the full moon, why was it so.The plain reason was because her half-breed status allowed for certain expected extremities of her beta rank werewolf to be limited, with the right amount of training.This allowed for her to keep her transformation under control, remain in her wolf form while keeping her human mind intact, although it causes a me
Meanwhile, as Ramsy made his way up the flight of stairs, he had arrived at an intermediary when he voiced his concern, "Where did the council and Alpha converge?" He inquired."They met in the upper chamber.” The ominous scout that led him answered, as he continued a paced heading.Ramsy's discerning gazes foretold that he didn’t sense something as right with the supposed scout he was leaning on to point him in the right direction.“The rest of you, give us a moment. What am I even saying, get the hell away from following me you fools.” Ramsy barked as he sent his entourage scurrying away. “Who are you?” He asked.“...Wow, that was fast.” The scout replied as he remained his gaze away from meeting Ramsy’s. “Yelena sent me...”“No shit, of course Yelena sent you.” He said. “If she didn’t, do you really think I would see enough reason to seal the hold for your measly self.” He added. “What did she tell you to pass on to me?” He concluded.“Hmph... she was right all along.” He sniffled t
"Hmph..." Ramsy watched as the life slowly faded away from the beta's eyes. "Have their bodies discarded of. I need to..." He had made to leave the scene, but his turned view provided him a perspective that brought something to his notice."Wasn't there someone heading down with him?" Ramsy asked. "Why is he the only one?" He added."..." A silence drew itself from amongst the werewolves that had followed him down. "Sir... I'm the one that followed in his stead but he asked that I turn back" A scout werewolf had finally owned up "He said that he could handle it, going on about how I should make sure the hold is safe." He concluded."So you bloody did as you were told and in all naivety, heeded the temerity of this fool." Ramsy scolded the boldness that led in his reveal. "What rank are you?" He asked."I just got called by Alpha Damian to join Nefario, I'm a Nefario scout now for the hold, no longer an omega." He replied, as a perplexed expression crept unto Ramsy's face."So Damian h