MESSIAH JORDY'S POVArlo pushed open the revolving door and I walked in, with him trailing behind me. His hand rested firmly on my lower back as he guided me to a table."Have a seat." He pulled out a seat for me and I slid in. He walked to the seat facing mine and sat too."Why is there no one here?" I asked him, looking around. This was one of the most famous eateries in the Pack. But strangely, no one was here. And it was noon."I rented the place for an hour. We need privacy." Arlo replied, still giving me that stare. The same one I woke up to and has had me fidgety all day."Stop looking at me like that." I couldn't keep it in anymore. The stare made me vulnerable and tense. I hated it."Like what?" "Like that. With those hooded eyes drilling holes in my body. Watching my every move like I'm the prime suspect of some homicide crime.""Well, you are a suspect of a crime. But not homicide." His voice was in a husk, turning me the fuck on. "What crime?" I asked nervously, crossing
THIRD PERSON'S POVZach pushed the main door open, walking into the house. He had his duffel bag hanging on his shoulder as he made his way to the stairs.Quick footsteps from behind made him halt and turn around."Father." He bowed, holding the straps of his bag. He was self-conscious of how depressingly casual he looked.Denim black, ripped pants. Black hoodie. His auburn gold-fleck hair was an unruly mess, falling heavily to the side of his face. He hadn't bothered with looking very noble this morning. He'd just wanted to sneak in, get some more clothes and other important stuff and get out. Unnoticed. "Let's have a quick talk, son. Please." Gamma Micah said calmly, gesturing on the way to his study.Zach sighed, dropping his back and following his Father. The walk to the study was short and quiet."Have a seat." Gamma Micah pointed at one of the mid-back chairs, while he went around the mahogany table to settle in the high-back office chair.Zach settled on the chair, crossing a
THIRD PERSON'S POVFor a split second, he thought against invading Zoey's privacy. It wasn't gentlemanly and appropriate to pry into someone else's phone. And no matter how curious and skeptical he was, it still wasn't right.With a changed mind, he threw the phone on the bed. But then, another ping came and his glance caught sight of something."What?" He muttered, picking the phone up again and hacking through her passcode. He knew little tricks up his sleeves.He read the last message.-Meet me later, tonight. Make sure you have the cash, and in exchange, I tell you all about Jordy's son.-"Jordy's son?" Zach was lost. What is this? Who is this? He clicked on the number and went to his profile. Horror struck him hard as the tattooed body and face of the thug he almost beat up in this room popped up.No fucking way! He knew it. He goddamn knew Zoey had something going on with this guy. It was there, the familiarity. The authority. The hold they seemed to have on each other. How defe
THIRD PERSON'S POVThe dark, eerie path ahead was the cue Zoey needed to kill off her engine and walk the remaining road ahead. No way could she ride through the narrow path.With a sigh and a nervous gulp, she alighted her car. Dressed in all-black attire, it was easy to sync with the darkness. With her hoodie in place, she grabbed the touch from the passenger seat and the bag of money with her gloved hands.She looked around for the thousandth time, making sure no one was keeping a tail on her. She was more wary of Luther and his minions, and that was why she kept checking. Just to be a million percent sure.Convinced that she wasn't being followed, she started down the eerie path. She put a leash on her urge to gag from how dirty and disgusting the path was. It was the ghetto side of the Pack, and only bums, thugs, and dirt-poor werewolves live in this area.Zoey was scared, disgusted, and furious. Why the hell did he have to ask her to meet him here? What happened to the fancy ho
THIRD PERSON'S POVZoey felt the car come to a halt and then she was dragged down from it. Her legs were hurried through staircases and the tight grip around her arm pulled her through what felt like hallways. A strong pungent smell hit her and she was forced into one of her intense coughing fits. She has always been sensitive to smells and tends to always give a negative reaction when they tick her off.This one smelled like a reckless mixture of cigarettes, blunts, and something stronger. She didn't know their names. Hell, she doesn't get high on those things. But her insides were churning and raving with the urge to puke."Where are you taking me?" She dared to ask. Her eyes were blindfolded and had been that way since they took her from the building. Her hands were tied up when they got inside the car. She was totally at their mercy and that left her dead scared. The thought that they might kill her off scared her shitless."You'll find out soon." The deep, Russian accent sent ch
THIRD PERSON'S POVZach had his hands on the steering as he lowered his tinted glasses, looking out the window at the dark, stinky area. The area looked dangerous, but that was the least of his worries. He could deal with whatever danger looming around. As long as he would find that damned thug. He'd spent all day haunting his ass, searching every ghetto area of the pack. He had to be living in one. A bum like him wouldn't love to be anywhere else. There are a couple of ghettos in the pack and he visited all of them. It was hard describing him when he didn't have any pictures of him. But then, he did his best to draw a sketch, highlighting his unethical tattoos and his disgusting, ruined dentition. That was enough for anyone to recognize the sketch and they directed him down here.This place looked like it was chewed and spat out by the devil himself. How the hell could someone live here?!He used his heightened visions to scope the area, looking for a possible route to go in and ho
KING ARLO'S POV (AN HOUR BEFORE ZACH'S ARREST…) "I think it'll be a bold step for our Pack when we finally establish a firm, trading chain with the more advanced Packs. Our Pack needs a little more taste of sophistication…" Alpha Hillary continued his monologue as we left the Pack hospital. We've been strolling the grounds for hours now, discussing Pack politics and the ways to advance the Pack. Alpha Hillary had a lot of dreams and potential, and it had been nice listening to him. It would have been the highlight of my day if I wasn't in the company of the man I hated the most. Luther. "Yes, Alpha. I think we should all be invested in making our Pack a heaven for the people. I'm sure with your impeccable insights and strategies, we'll be hitting the top three of the wealthiest Pack in the region soon." Luther eulogized again, with another exaggerated bow. His repulsing display of affection and reverence was ruthlessly jabbing at my nerves. I was implying every strand of
KING ARLO'S POV(MINUTES TO ZACH'S ARREST)"We found him dead at the outskirts of the Pack, so we decided to bring him here, Alpha." One of the pack warriors explained with a bow."Why the hell would you bring him here? Look at him. He's a disgusting sight and a nobody. What matters if he's dead or not? You should know better than to disturb the Alpha with such an irrelevant matter." Luther picked up a fit."Yeah, the Beta is right. Why would you bring a common thug here and disrupt the peace of the Packhouse?" Alpha Hillary questioned."Because we think he was murdered, Alpha." Another Pack warrior replied. "His broken bones. The viciousness of his wounds. We think someone did this.""Of course, someone did this. But that person will be just another useless thug. Maybe they got into a fight. Maybe into an argument. Maybe it was a long-time vendetta. My point is, it has nothing to do with the welfare of the Pack. So why did you bring him here?" Luther countered again. He was growing