What do you think is wrong with Tobias? What is he hiding?
Whiskey. Night fell quickly, once the sun was gone from the sky, the air turned. It was getting cold, winter was fast approaching. With any luck these beasts won't live long enough to see the first snow hit the ground. In the few hours I've been out here, no one has come. I don’t even know if I'm still on pack land. I caught sight of some patrol wolves through the trees, but they were up wind from my tree and didn’t catch my scent. These guys either have some serious security concerns, or they were looking for something. Maybe they were looking for me. I did lash out and expose my power, a dumb move on my part. But why would they care if I left, they’ve clearly never cared about me before, why start now. I’m such a fool. All the lies and all the bullshit. Everything I thought I knew. It was all a lie. And I fell for it, hook line and sinker. I’m so dumb. I'm not fucking special, I'm just like every other mangy mutt out there. The annoyance crawled over my skin, making me itch with n
Whiskey. I kept going, stopping every third or fourth leap to pause and listen for the sounds of the visitors. Their footsteps slowed and eventually came to a stop. I could now see them, not too far ahead of me. It was a large group, I count twenty-two, six of which are human. I continued my approach, moving much slower and with far more caution. I made sure not to make a sound as I tiptoed across the branch through the treetops. The wolves were standing in a tight circle, growling and huffing at each other. As I made my way to the tree a few feet to their right, I was able to see the scene more clearly. One of the humans was tied to the back of one of the wolves. From a distance, I thought he was injured and just catching a ride. Now that I was on top of them and could see them all clearly, it was obvious that he was a captive. Ropes were tied to his ankles, with the length of it going under the wolfs belly and connecting to his other ankle. More ropes were around his hands, with the
Whiskey. I kept running until I could see the lights of the village through the trees. I slowed down and kept low as I got closer to the edge of the tree line. I can hear the commotion echoing around the area, the barking and the growling all coming from Gunner’s house. I kept my body behind a large tree trunk and peered around it into the clearing. Gunner’s warriors had the half-breed and his pack surrounded and were ushering them to the middle of the clearing. I haven’t picked a good vantage point to watch the chaos unfold. My view is obstructed by the little houses lining the centre of the village. They stopped and held the half-breed a safe distance from the house. Gunner’s large silver wolf stood in front of the group. I was too far away to hear anything, unfortunately. I could only just see the half-breed and three of his wolves, the rest of them were blocked from my line of sight by a cabin. The half-breed stepped forward and held his arms up. His arms and chest started to shri
Whiskey. I watched on as Gunner’s mother continued to converse with the man. My mind was running a million miles a minute. If he tells them that it was me that killed his pack, everything will be fucked. It will mess up all my plans of waiting and watching. I need to observe this place, and these idiots, for a longer period. I need to know more before I attack. I've already seen a small part of their defences when Doyle entered onto their land. I have no doubt that there would be more than just a couple of warriors hidden around the place. I need the time to work out what they are. I can’t go in blind this time. Especially seeing as Gunner has powers of his own. They're too strong and I can’t risk failing. That's a weird concept to swallow. Failure. It's not something I am used to. I don’t fail, I never have, and I don’t ever plan to. Which is why I have to plan this attack out, prepare for it properly. If this stupid beast spills his guts before then, I may not have that opportunity.
Whiskey. I waited another minute before jumping down from the branch. I landed with a soft thud and quickly looked around the forest. I could just see the lights from the village through the trees. I'd landed further away than I would have liked, but not too far thankfully. With one last quick look around, I darted off towards the village. I was quick and light on my feet, didn’t make a sound and didn’t stay in one spot long enough to be spotted. This is like second nature to me. Moving without being seen, without being heard. I am still the merchant of death, the ghost in the night, just like I was every time before. In no time at all, I was in view of the small cabin. The patrolling dogs were still out in the depths of the forest, probably didn’t expect me to get this close to the village again. Their mistake. It’s one of the top rules that was beaten into me, never assume. I approached the cabin from the back, keeping myself in the shadow of the building. I lifted my nose and br
Zelena. I laid on top of the bed, unable to sleep. The soft and steady breathing of the twins was enough to keep me calm, but not enough to soothe my racing mind. Too many questions and so much uncertainty. What happened to Tobias, why was he lying to me? Where did Whiskey go, and when will she be back? Who or what is behind Alpha Doyle’s visit? Why does everyone seem so afraid that he is a half-breed but not that Alyse is? Is it possible that nobody knows Alyse is a half-breed? No, that can’t be right. I saw her, which means others did too. Does Whiskey remember everything now, is that why she left? When will Gunner be finished with Doyle? What is up with Tobias? Now I'm just going in circles. I need to get up and do something, I can’t keep torturing myself like this. I pushed myself up and climbed out of the bed. I grabbed the baby monitor and went to the door. I swung it open slowly and looked over at the twins as I stepped out into the hallway, being careful not to wake them.
Zelena. “You asked for this gathering, why are we here?” Gunner’s voice called, dripping with authority and roughness. Roe stood up and Lupus gently patted her hip in a show of support. “I’ve gotten the Russian Were to tell me some info about the attack on his pack” she said softly. Her eyes flicked over to mine briefly before she dropped them again. I didn’t miss the glimmer of fear she was hiding in there though. “And, what did he tell you?” Gunner asked, this time his voice sounding much more gentle. “He said a monster came, the Besomar, and it killed everyone” Roe said, still not lifting her eyes. “Besomar?” I asked, “That’s what he called me when Doyle brought him in”. “Yes” Roe nodded. “What is a Besomar?” Felix asked from across the table. “It’s like a demon” Roe choked a little on the word ‘demon’. “He thinks a demon attacked his home?” Gunner scoffed. “Besomar is an evil spirit. It is said that the person or animal that Besomar possesses, is no l
Zelena. The feeling of falling pulled me upright. I opened my eyes, and I was now standing on my human feet, in front of me was the ever beautiful Selene. “Hello, daughter of mine” she sang happily. “Mother” I smiled half heartedly, “You heard me” I said with a huff. “I am always listening” she said as she turned and wondered, more like glided, through the field of white flowers. “What can I do for you, my girl?” her melodic voice called. There is a lot I wanted to ask her, a lot that I was desperate to understand. But one question stood above the rest. “I need to know if you knew” I replied, stepping toward her. She didn’t answer right away, but I know she heard me, I know that she knows what I'm talking about. Could she have been behind this prophecy the entire time? Did she create us, Whiskey and I, only for us to die? Is this all her doing? “Yes” she said quietly as she turned back to face me. “How long?” I asked solemnly. Pain raked through my chest at her