Thomas Groove's Story

Was it a dream? Was it a nightmare? Or, was it worse? It could only be one thing. Everyone knew. All parties involved knew exactly what it was. It was a bad memory. No matter which side you were on, it didn't make a difference. It was all bad. In some type of way, everyone lost something that could never be returned to them. Everyone experienced betrayal and heartache. Everyone experienced something natural. This was life at it fullest. Life has so many downs and curves that it seems to be able to break the most put together of human beings. It changes them, and makes them something they never thought they would ever be. However, in life, even though so many bad things happen that seem to contort the human soul, even eradicate it, one thing is still there. Through the abyss and darkness that twines through it all, there is always one little spark of light. Through all the sadness and tears there will always be happiness somewhere. You just have to fight for it. It seems that because all things start in happiness, when that happiness gets taken away, most people don't expect it to come back. For all the characters in this story, happiness is available, but of course, that's a little too far ahead for some. Let's go back six months ago, before the initial start of the story. The summer year of Lucas Iraha's high school graduation.

Like most kids he was happy to finally call an end to his years as a child. He had plans to enroll in the best school in Hundlé City. He had plans to make the most of his situation which was the same situation of all the citizens of Hundlé. A few years ago, an event caused the city to be sealed off from the rest of the world. Only government officials and supply packages transported by military personnel seemed to find their way off the coast of the cities shoreline. Of course this caused many people to riot and parade outside the walls, but in due time they grew silent and life continued as normal as possible. Some people resorted to suicide. Others murder. Then there was the majority, like Lucas, who decided to live life the best way they could. Lucas having no intent of ever leaving the city in the first place decided to just become part of societies business operation and work a normal job in a cubicle somewhere. Truth be told, he was actually happy with his life. He had his friend by his side and even her family to support him and vice verse. Life was good just as it was.

It is said, when people become the most complacent, that is the time when life decides to wake you up from your dream and introduce you to reality. A reality that no person in their right mind could ever become compelled to just accept. Instead of reality however, he was forced into a nightmare. A nightmare that seemed to not only effect him but those around him.

It was late at night. A night that seemed to last longer than others due to the simple fact that he was forced to work overtime. The usual night shift clerk at the local store that Lucas worked at didn't seem to come on time. After a few hours it seemed he wasn't going to show up at all. He was told he could close the store early so that he could go home which seemed like a reasonable plan. However, being the hard worker he was, he tried to pull the whole night shift all by himself. It had to be around 3AM that he finally realized he was nodding off. It didn't seem like a big deal closing at that time seeing as he was given permission to, the store was vacant of customers, and the morning shift started at 6AM. The only thing he remembered was the mist that filled the dark streets and the moon that laid gently on the buildings. He rode his bike to work but couldn't muster the energy to ride back home. The only sound that could be heard was the clacking of his gears. This had to be the first time in years that he had been out so late. It amazed him how dead the whole town seemed to feel.

Walking along side the road that led up to his house he looked out far to the city area of Hundlé. The lights seemed to never turn off there. It wasn't as if it was a city where people worked late or partied at clubs. No. It seemed more like the lights had to stay on. Even at times when he was in his room he never saw any change to the lights of the city. It seemed his small town on the outskirts of the city was the only place that cut off their lights. It made him wonder what was the difference between the two areas. Later of course he found out it was safety that was at stake.

As he walked up the road he stopped realizing that his shoe was untied. Of course he went down to tie it, but stopped half way. There was a sound in the tree's that connected to the woods next to him. He thought it was strange, seeing as wild life really only consisted of birds and squirrels. It seemed like the maker of the sound was something bigger than any of those things. It stopped as soon as it started. Trying to shrug it off as maybe a fallen branch or a cause of wind he proceeded to tie his shoelace. As he rose up the cracking sound ranged again in his ear, this time followed by a thump. It was much closer than last time. He began to get the feeling that he was being watched. It wasn't a good feeling as he recalled. It was like he was being watched with eyes that could see to the very core of his soul. Still, nothing could be seen in sight. He put his hands back on his bike and continued up the hill path this time with a little more pep in his step and also a little more awake. The sounds seemed to follow him up the path. The more they sounded the more closer they felt. The closer they felt the faster he walked. It came to a point where he was running. Running like a mad man, scared for his life. He didn't even know what he was scared of. It was just noise, but still he ran, trying to make it up the hill as fast as possible. He felt that if he made it to the hill he could somehow maybe be safe. He could free himself from this fear that crawled in his skin.

Once he got to the path he panted, mouth dry from lack of hydration. Oh how he cursed the free fizz drinks and salted chips he got every time he went to work. The good thing was that the sound was gone. He was safe. Putting his head on his arms and resting on his bike he smiled to himself. He really had nothing to be afraid of. Thinking that was probably the most ridiculous thing he could ever do. Of course he wasn't safe. There was still the sound of heavy breathing. One he realized, once his own breaths calmed, weren't his. Slowly looking forward, he saw them. Red eyes. Red eyes that stood higher than him. The eyes themselves being a dead giveaway that they didn't belong to a human, but not only that. No human could possibly be so tall. He could only make out the glow of the eyes through the fog. It was a frightful sight to say the least. To compare it to something, would not do it justice, but if he had to, he would compare it to looking at the gates of hell. Turning around to get on his bike and head down the hill he heard the thumps of movement and they were headed towards him. He rode down the same hill he tried so hard to get up, much faster than he had ever before. He didn't care about the lack of control he felt over his movement. The only thing on his mind was the thumps. They seemed to get closer and closer. With each thump, he felt a piece of his heart breaking. He could've just as easily died from the fear. The last thing he remembers of that night was a roar, louder than any he could have imagined and the collision. It was sharp and quick.

Waking up lying in his bed he rubbed his head wondering if it was just a dream. He wished it was a nightmare. Soon however, he realized it was much more than that. Something that he could never prepare for. That no one could prepare for. It has been 6 months since that night. So much has changed and so much is still changing. This begins not only his story, but everyone's story. The story of the City of Wolves.
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Nicholas Anderson slowly rose his tired head introduced to the sound of his younger brothers heart monitor. It had been six months since their older sister attacked both of them and put him in a coma.
"Why couldn't it be me in your place?" He whispered, reaching out to feel his brothers almost lifeless hand.
How many nights had he spent coming to the hospital sitting by his brother waiting for him to wake up. He had lost count of the days. Slowly getting up he headed for the exit of the room. "See you later, little brother."

Exiting the hospital he glared a bit at the traffic that came down the streets. So many people living their lives as he once had, oblivious to all that was around them. He turned his head to the setting sun in the sky and sucked on his teeth before heading down the street. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number to his older sisters phone. It reached the voicemail.
"Hey sis. I'll be home before nightfall, or at least hopefully before the moon comes up. Try not to open the door for no one, not even him. I don't care if he's the center parent or pack leader. Whatever they call it. Just don't open the door for anyone who'll cause us trouble ok. At least not until I get there. Love you. Bye."
Hanging up he walked back to the town area which their family moved to less than a half a year ago.
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On the opposite side of the town area, there lies a place that seems similar to a meadow. To call it such would be an understatement. It had to be the best area in Hundlé city. However not many people went there do to the fact that it was so far off. The building that laid in the middle of the valley looked more like a castle. From the outside, it looked completely vacant, but it did the actual frame no justice. Inside, it was the complete opposite. Their were maids and personnel that waited on the head mistress and her 'Children' hand and foot. It was the least they could do right. It was her that created a safe haven for them to live and never have to worry about hunters or humans. They were able to live under her and live life to the norm. At least as normal as it could get for them.
"Welcome home Mr. Jynx." One of the housemaids bowed to Kai Jynx, the right hand of the den mother.
"Where is the left hand right now?" He asked referring to Yoko Rina, the left hand of the den mother and top diplomat in the hall belonging to Hundlé.
"I'm not sure sir. The Den mother should be in her room though. Maybe you could ask her."
"Fine." Kai nodded. "You may go about your business now."
The housemaid bowed once more and went to the living room.

Kai made his way upstairs and toward a big door. It had to be the biggest door in the building. He knocked three times before entering, a mannerism he was taught.

"Mother." He said as he walked into the room. "I have good news and some bad news. Like always." His voice slurred the last sentence. He knelled down on his knees and bowed his head.
"The bad news first I suppose." He said growling at the thought. "It seems that the hunters are growing in numbers and becoming stronger. However," His lips formed a smirked that wasn't even worthy of the devil, "It seems there are some new pets running about. I've caught sent of some in the far off territory to the east. I wonder, of course i know it wasn't one of us, or even the lesser, but still I wonder who would have changed them. They didn't even raise them. They seem to be raising themselves. Meaning they aren't part of the four packs. Well three now considering that the Chains are broken apart. Still, it doesn't really matter who made them I guess. I think what matters is that we bring them to us. Or let the lesser handle them. Fenrir. The lesser pack known as Fenrir may not treat them so nice as we would, but I think we should use them. At glances they seem weak. However that's all up to you mother. What do you think we should do?"
His red eyes gleamed towards Seraphine Trinyx, the current leader of the pack of Sanctuary. She always kept a poker face about her. Something which he could never copy due to his love of smirking while excited. Still, this woman was his master and his adopted mother. He would do nothing without her consent.
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Inside a old 1980's Mustang Lucas sat in the passenger seat staring at the sun, almost timing the moment it goes down.
"I appreciate the ride but I rather not see you on days when I know its going to be a full moon." He hissed to the driver.
"Awe come on Lui. Lu. What do you liked to be called again? Haha. Man it must be nice to be young and getting paid by a stand up guy like me right?" The man said in reply.

The man being no other than Thomas Groove, a man who seems to know a little bit too much about wolves and how the city really operates. Especially for a human. Even if he is a detective for the city, he had always seemed untrustworthy in some manner. Still, he had helped Lucas get through the hardest time in his 'rebirth'. However, Lucas can't say that he doesn't regret accepting the mans advice.
"Just call me Lucas. I don't consider you my friend." The boy said back.
"I've seen how you treat your friends kid. You might be an alpha but you have to learn better people skills. Get a girlfriend. Go out more."
"Shut up. Just tell me what you showed up at my cram school for."
"I can't just come by to pick you up?"
Lucas didn't reply.
"Here." He said passing Lucas some pictures.
Looking closely he saw a man around his late twenty's. He was smiling in one of them and shaking the hands of the state senetor in another.
"Kyle Runes. He was supposed to be a crowd favorite for the next election. Sure we love our dear miss Yoko, but people need change you know? Anyway. He went missing not to long ago and I want your help finding him."
"Why me?" Lucas asked handing back the pictures. "It can't just be because of my nose."
"You have a good intuition kid. I believe there is some corruption in our government. I also think that it is connected to that outspoken terrorist."
"The one that hides her face."
"The very same. Her voice makes her seem like quite the dame ey?"
Lucas turned away to face the window again without saying a word.
"Well. I think so at least. Anyway, you need to find him. I wouldn't advise trying to rescue him. Just find his location and leave the rest to me. Kay?"
"Sure. Whatever you say boss."

It wasn't long before the car stopped outside the Londe residence. Without saying a word, Lucas took the photos and headed outside of the car.

"Hey kid." Thomas called. "Be careful in the city tonight. Lights don't hide much, and you can't hide much in the light."
Lucas glared at him and nodded slowly before going to the house and entering through the front door.
"I'm home he called. I'm about to head back out in an hour. Don't wait up." He went to the kitchen and began to cook himself something to eat.
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It was dark inside the building. All the lights were of course purposefully turned off. All that could be heard was the humming of a little girl. "Da-da-di-dum. Hey there mister politician man. How do you feel? Hehehe. I'm just waiting on some orders and then we can have dinner. Of course your on the menu. Hehehe." She got uncomfortably close to the mans face. He was muffled but she could tell he was trying to curse at her.
"You don't have to worry. Miss Yun always plays nice."

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Alexandra gaze sharpened as she smiles, slowly licking her lips as she leaned in and smelled the girl. She wanted so much to make her her pet. "Of course I won't hurt you. Instead, we can hurt other people together. We can even have delicious meals." She stood up. "When it comes to why I like you. It'd have to be because you have nice sharp claws. They look like they can make allot of people scream. Hehehe. Also, who cares about your past. This is the now. We gotta live it up. I'll take you out during the day and make you nice and pretty. At night we will go on a spree of blood and all the other wonders of life. Then I'll read you a story, a fabrication of our own pitiful reality right before you close your eyes for the night. It's going to be so awesome. Don't you think?" The girls answer is what Alexandra was waiting on. She wanted nothing more than to hear her say no or yes. Either way, she'd have her fun.
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Lucas looked around, sniffing the room. "I neither see nor smell traces of your brother right now. He must be out. It's late isn't it? Well whatever. He might be at the hospital still."

The boy turned to the girl with an uncaring, somewhat displeased look when she asked him about what she was going to help him with. He sighed and walked to the kitchen, taking another orange, and then proceeding to sit on the couch. "It seems a politician has gone missing. He might die if we don't find him and I'd rather not waste time explaining to you these things. Usually I wouldn't care, but look at this." He said pulling the picture from his pocket. "You see."

On the picture, a little boy could be shown getting a piggy back ride from his beloved father. They were both smiling and looked so happy.

"That's his son. If we can't manage to get him back, then he'll be an orphan. No mom and all of his relatives live outside the city. So I'm only going to ask again once. Do you wish to stay here, or, do you want to help me?"
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Aisla was busying herself building her own customized computer and she was listening to Mindless Self Indulgence from her Ipod when the muffled sound of the home phone rang, she slowly slipped her head set off her head, seeing as they wouldn't quit calling and slowly she sighed in annoyance, putting her tools down, unravel ling herself from wires before running down the stairs, jumpping over the last two steps and spun around smoothly as she picks up the phone, leaning against the wall. ''Hello, this is Aisla speaking.''
Thomas didn't hear word from Lucas in about an hour at this point. He scratched his chin and smoked a cigarette, unpatiently glancing at his phone. He decided give the boy a call on his house phone a call. Sitting back in his cars chair he listened as it rang.
"Hey. Lucas. Luke. Oh. This must not be him. Hahaha. Anyway. Have you seen him anywhere?" Thomas puffed out a circle of smoke.
Aisla listened to the awkward words and laughter on the other end of the phone and frowned, putting a hand to her hip. ''And who is asking? Because I for one don't recognize your voice a-and Lucas... the butt head tells me everything. I have a feeling a sharp punch to the face will be coming to him!'' She clenches her fist and her Scottish accent comes out more as she gets... louder and louder. ''I will punch him so hard I will knock teeth out!'' She smiled to herself and sighs in content. It was obvious she was full of fire. ''Then I will make him a nice hot-chocolate... Ooh sorry, who is this again?''
"What if I told you, I was his secret lover?" Thomas said, smirking to himself at the joke.
Aisla's eye brow twitched. ''Then I would say I hope you are the bitch.'' She cackled for a moment before going serious. ''Will you just tell me your name? Okay, okay, I am Aisla, his best friend and roommate. We live together. Now tell me who you are...''
"Hahaha. I see why Lucas hangs around you. I'm Thomas. Thomas Groove. I'm a city detective and Lucas is doing some work for me." The man said in his usual kind manner. He inhaled another puff of smoke and thought quickly about who he was talking too. "Hmm. He tells me you're the beta of the pack. Do you know where he is?"
Aisla listened about to make a remark on the fact that every time Lucas came home from work he smelt like smoke and she didn't like it but as Thomas spoke about her being the Beta she froze, her normal snarky and resortful nature dying down and she spoke with some reluctance as she clunged the phone tighter in nervousness. ''H-how... how do you... know that?'' She stopped talking, started to whimper, panicked breathes whisling down the phone line as she remember the night. She was not easy to scare in fact in many cases she invited death to the party but it was the fact that it was someone she cared dearly for that shook her world, reminded her that she was not completely immune to such primal fear. ''I... I need to go...'' She would be about to put the phone down..
"Wait." Thomas interupted, sitting up in his chair. "I know this because he told me. You don't have to worry. Listen, I know you care about him. Otherwise he wouldn't have bit you first, but you have to listen to me. If we don't find out his location then we can't stop him from going where I asked him to go."
Aisla stopped and kept the phone to her ear, listening intensely with a frown of concentration on her blue eyebrows, blinking once and a while she wanted to tell the man off for... knowing so much but that was no luxury she had at this moment. ''What do you mean 'stop him from going where you asked him to go'?''
"I asked Lucas to find someone for me. A congressman has gone missing and I believe that it's the cause of other wolves. You know what type I'm talking about. Anyway, there is a chance that he'd be able to save the man, but I don't believe it's a good idea anymore. A lot of dangerous ones will gather around there tonight. Believe me. I didn't know about it until I got off the phone with one of my resources. Anyway, I think we should group up and go looking for him."
Aisla was already pulling up skinny jeans, popping on socks and her decks with her leather jacket as Thomas spoke and she grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder then spoke with a sharpness. ''You stupid son of a bitch. Fenrir territory? Are you insane? He maybe an Alpha... no.. that makes it more dangerous! You should of never let him go alone! When I see you I will punch you in the face. Twice. Now, what the fuck are you? I will come right now.''
Finishing his cigarette and throwing it out of his window, Thomas started his car and began driving down the road. "You know, I did drop him off at home. You must've not heard him come in because you were sleep or something. Anyway, I'm right in front of the house. I'll drive and you sniff, 'kay?"
Aisla sighed. ''Great now we have a stalker, nice..'' She then hung up the phone and exited the house, locking it. She was all chain, buckle and leather and her hair was a striking blue, even her eyelashes were blue... She was tall for her age, about 5'11 exact. Slender with natural curves and toning and she was tanned. She stormed to the car, smelling the same cigarette stench and she went to Thomas' window and did as she told him... she punched him in the face, twice... At least she kept her promises. She glared at the man as she walked to the other side and got into the car, putting her backpack on her lap and putting the seatbelt on before looking at the man up and down. ''You sir, need to dress smarter.''
Thomas both laughed and rubbed his face. "Funny. That's what my ex used to tell me." He said. "Anyway, I see why Lucas likes you. Always thought you were more of his wife from the way he talks, but I guess not. Kids are weird." Thomas rolled down the windows as he drove off. "Back in my day, we didn't live with the opposite sex if they were just friends. Hey. Are you sniffing. That's why I'm letting the heat out you know."
Aisla's eye twitched. ''Call me a kid again and I will slap you the next.'' She then looked at him more softly. ''Lucas is not just a friend. He is my childhood friend. My parents took him in when his died. Been together ever since. My mother died of cancer... not too long ago before we moved out of the house into our own flat. Lucas helped me through... an alcohol dependency... Not my proudest moment but... me and my mother were close. I chose to move out so my father didn't need to see me so... weak. And that is why I am so mad at you.'' She looked forward and sighed. ''Of course I am sniffing him out, you not only reek of cigarettes but him... So I used you are a point of interest now... keep driving this way with you and call me Aisla, not kid.''
Sighing, Thomas nodded and smiled. "Sure thing Aisla. I don't think Lucas will think too much on it, but if you kids want to be happy, or at least, if you want the two of you to be happy you should think. Not many people have someone they can rely on. I think if you don't tell him he's important to you, he might just end up leaving. Just a hunch though. You don't have to mind my words. However, as I'm sure you've noticed, he's not the same person he was before he was bitten. A lot of alphas and even some of the lesser pack members usually are." Thomas stopped the car at a red light. It seemed he was remembering something from his past at the time. His eyes seemed to blankly stare forward.
Aisla's eyes softened if not saddened. ''I know... But I know him more that you and if I coo over him he will avoid me. Like he does with everyone. It is hard for me to watch but... I know he knows I care. I wouldn't nag him, support him or even come out with you if I didn't care. He knows this. You seem to think our bond is fragile. But I can assure you it is not, if it can survive through my violence in drink and tears from both sides I can tell you this. It won't break now.'' She looked to Thomas with a determined glint in her icy blue hues. ''So you can keep your concerns.'' She then smiled with warmth. ''And pass it to someone else that needs it because me and Lucas are fine, we will always be fine.'' She then looked forwards, closing her eyes. ''Now, turn left... it gets stronger there.''
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Kai sat in front of the door pacing back and forth. He wasn't sure how to approach his so called sister. In all honest, she frightened him. No, not because she was stronger. He had no clue of how strong she was to be honest, but her presence scared him to a point of no explanation. He walked up the stairs to the lesser bedrooms and knocked on the door next to his. "Excuse me." He said, walking inside. "Mother needs you and I to pick someone up. I'll be the only one leaving the car though. You'll be there for back up." He lowered his dominant tone. "If that's okay with you of course."

Lucas sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His eyes flashed a yellow gold color in aggravation. "Listen. Your brothers still in the city and we can't wait for him to get back. We'll leave when you're done getting ready. If that's not a problem." Noticing his anger rising he took a deep breath and let it out.
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Alex pouted at her new pets response. She didn't like people who were too scared to hurt others. Deciding to give her the benefit of the doubt she smiled once more, gently grabbing the girls chin. "These claws mean that you have to hurt people. If you don't, they'll hurt you instead. You don't want to be hurt do you? Then come with me. We'll get all those bad guys before they get you. We'll kill them all. Hehehe."
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Kai turned his eyes away as his sister undressed and called him closer. He hated being treated like a kid by her. He stood on the port side of her bathroom door as she took a shower and explained to her in full detail what their mission was going to be. "About a month ago, a wolf was spotted in the suburban area of Hundlé. An area that I know for a fact that we don't venture into often. Let alone bite anyone. It seems that my contact doesn't even recognize the smell of the wolf which means he's new. Not only that, but there are more of them, meaning that their a pack. However they don't seem to be apart of an affiliation. Mother asked me to bring back the wolf who is said to be at the old abandoned hospital building tonight. So it's clear what we have to do. We have to find him and bring him to mother alive. If he is able to survive on his own this long then he must be quite strong. He may be an interesting addition to our group don't you think?"
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"Awe come on." Thomas raged. "Seriously. Why is there a road block in a small town like this?" He turned to the girl next to him and said, "Don't let this dust make you loose your scent. I'm going to get out and make a call real quick. You stay here and do something.... um... that you do. Just don't touch anything. This is a cop car after all."

Stepping outside the car, Thomas called the secret hunting organization and pitched a 25 Delta towards the old abandoned hospital building before hanging up and making another call. One that he made at this time every night. "Hello. Seraphine? I hope you're not busy at the moment. It seems all is going the way I want. We'll finally get to see who comes on top in our little game. Of course you know that you stand no chance against me."

The woman's reaction didn't come in the form of an answer, but instead a more animistic defense. Having let her go as she hissed at him he didn't have time to analyze her before she scratched his face, blood painting the counter inside of the old kitchen. He winced and shielded his eyes as best he could from the impact and in reaction growled a beastly growl showing his thick canines. He also felt a stab to his gut which made him step back. He even roared in anger and nearly transformed, before regaining his composer. He hands cracked as his fingers seemed to grow longer and his nails pointed. Instead of harming her, however, he picked apart a piece of the counter-top and threw it at the wall. He looked at her as his wounds slowly sealed up and had anger burning inside of his ruby eyes. He breathed heavily as he looked at her. She looked like a puppy who was just beaten on by it's owner. The look of weakness and loneliness. At least that's what he saw. She hugged the wall as if it was her mother. Almost as if it was going to protect her. With the sight, as quickly as his anger came, it went away. Just like that. He breathed out a sigh and slowly approached her. "Okay." He said calmly. "You need to calm down. Had I been someone else, I'd have went for your life." He leaned in closer to her, sniffing her to gain more of a sense of what she was. She didn't smell too foreign. She had a strange smell, but nothing he could tell was different. Looking at her more closely, he realized that she had a blindfold on. "What the..." He said quietly to himself. As he reached his hand out to touch it. He of course hesitated at first, but it was only a second before he grabbed the blindfold and ripped it from her.
In reaction to how she reacted before he stepped back away from her. Holding the cloth in his hand he shushed her. It was the way someone would shush a baby after crying. "You know. It's pretty dark right now, especially in this place. I'm sure you can open your eyes here. Come on. Usually when you talk to someone it's custom to look that person in the face. Come on now. Open them up." His voice was soft as he could make it. He didn't know why, but he found interest in this woman and because of that, he wanted to see her whole face.
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After a grueling fight with the wolves who attacked him, Lucas limped out of the room, pretty beaten up. He hugged the wall to support himself as he waddled down the hall to find Dyte. He walked slowly and breathed heavily, trying to wait for his wounds to heal themselves. Though the extent of the damage would take awhile. After walking for about a minute he found Dyte with her fangs on a wolf who seemed to be almost dead. He slumped down and let her finish, resting his back on the wall and sitting on the cold hard floor.

"Are you.....Okay." He said in pain while whipping the blood off of his face with his sleeve. "We have to find him quickly before anymore wolves turn up. I don't know......How much longer I can fight for." He coughed and groaned but the tingling in his legs seemed to cease a little bit. Grunting he tried to stand back up, but fell down do to lack of support.

"My,my." A voice called from behind them. "It seems the rumors are true. There is a new puppy to play with."A small figure appeared from the darkness and walked slowly towards them. With her red and light blonde hair she stuck out in the weary place like a sore thumb. She looked over at Dyte and dawned a bored expression, but quickly changed it to surprise when she saw her dead companion on the floor. "Well it seems you have a pack of your own and on top of that, they're not that weak. Well at least, she's not. Good for you. My name is Alexandra Yun, and this is my home. Hehe. I'd really like it if you leaved." She said looking at Dyte. "You should just leave him here and let him stay. I have business with this man. You see, we're going to have so much fun together." As she spoke, her blood red eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight coming in from the window and her smile, innocent as it might of been, carried and ominous vibe to it.
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"Um.... I'm sorry but our master isn't accepting calls at this time. Try to call back later." One of the head maids said in reply.

Thomas was dumbfounded as his confident words were unheard by the one whom he wanted to send them too. "But..." He tried to say something, before the clicking sound of the ended call came. He gritted his teeth and hoped back inside of the car.

"Sorry about that." He said to Aisla, "I had a business call and it seems we should probably just go the area. It's getting late and I doubt Lucas is at that girls house anyway. If you still want to check there it's up to you but if you ask me, I'd say go to the building."
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Meanwhile, the head maid who had answered the phone call went upstairs to her masters chambers. After knocking on the door, she entered, slightly tilting her head in a bow as she said, "Lady Seraphine, that man called again. I believe that he's trying to interfere once again with our plans. He called confirming it actually." Keeping her head bowed she waited for her masters reply.

Alexandra giggled at the sight of the wolf defending her alpha. It was amusing to say the least. Reminded her of her old days somewhat. "Come on girl. You know that this isn't a game that you want to play. Look at him." The girl said as she pointed at Lucas, who was still trying to heal himself. "An alpha that takes that long to heal himself. Has he no regard for the right of power he possesses." She knelled down to get on eye level with the wolf. "Since you seem to be dedicated to him too, how about you join me as well. However, you will have to pass a test in order to join." With those words she pinched her mouth and let out a loud whistle that hurt Lucas's ears.

"What the..." He said quietly. "Don't listen to her Dyte. Save yourself. Go. . . . I don't need you getting hurt for me.... just.... *cough**cough*." He swallowed the flem in his throat that tasted of blood and tried to stand back up. It was awkward for him seeing as his legs were still in pain, but he finally got up. As he rose his pants grew heavy and his eyes turned yellow. His hands clung to the walls by the nails that have grown into claws.

"Well, well. So the Alpha can't control his emotions or his transformations. This is priceless. Although it's also no problem. I don't mind you giving into your beastly emotions. That's what our pack is all about after all." Alexandra giggled.
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As the woman waved to him Kai smiled and waved back. The woman was definitely not like that he had seen before. Looking at her face confirmed she was definitely good looking as well, which captivated him. Not only that, but she seemed to have allot of secrets behind her. "Where are you from?" He asked. While waiting for her reply, he started to smell something foul. It was a new scent of blood, one which had just been created within the building. "Tsk. That damned woman." He said as he stood up. "I'm sorry, but I must go. There's something that I have to do." He said as he ran out of the kitchen hall.
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"You got it sweet cheeks." Thomas said as he put the car into drive and peeled out of the parking space he was at. "It should only take about fifteen minutes to get there. Speeding of course. One of the many good perks about having a badge in this town is that you can speed." He said putting on the siren noise and sticking a cop light on top of his car.
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"The little Alpha can't even give good commands." Alexandra teased. "Oh goody. We have our test."

Walking from the shadow of the hall way, Lucas saw two men walking with another smaller man in between them.

"Ahhh. Yes he should do fine. Well girl, even though you haven't decided yet, I'll show you something that you could learn and your current alpha should show. Feli." She called to one of the men, "Kill yourself, okay?"

As she said this the man behind her looked as if he was trying to struggle. With one hand he held another that slowly went for his throat. "Mam." He said. "I-I, I don't want to die." In response, all the girl did was smile and look at him in the corner of her eye. "Mam, please. Don't make me do this." He begged as his clawed hand reached for his throat. It was so close that the man started to shed tears and Lucas looked in horror.

"What are you doing to him?" He asked in shock.

"Nothing, he is doing it subconsciously. You see, to wolves who you have created there is an absolute word that Alpha's have. The fact that you can't do it means you've failed as an Alpha. You're no longer fun for me, but I'll still take you in. I think I can amuse myself by training you. "

"Yeah right. Is this what you do to people who join you? Force them to kill themselves?"

"Che. I wasn't going to make him do it for real. Just a demonstration you grumpy pup. Feli, stop acting like a dumb animal and stand up straight."

At her demand, the man stopped reaching for his own throat and relaxed. "Thank you my lady."

"Shut it. You're in trouble for begging for your pitiful life, so no talking until a fortnight passes."

The man then stopped talking and looked sadly at the ground. The other man beside him pushed the small man closer so that Lucas could see him. His eyes widened as he saw the mans face. It was the same as the one in the picture, though a little malnourished to tell the truth. "Let him go." He said, voice cracking from the pain.

"Hm. I can't do that. This girl here has to kill this man to prove herself to me. I can assume you want to right dear?" She asked smiling at the wolf in front of her.

"You waste too much time." A voice said from behind her. "You were suppose to kill this man ages ago." From behind the man a hand came and grasped his face. The muffles coming from the shocked man only lasted for a moment, being cut off by the sound of his neck snapping in different places. As the hands let go, the man fell to the floor, revealing the young man behind him. His choice of clothing was pretty oddly fashioned but do to the jewelry he wore you could tell he wasn't an average wolf. No, he came from a prestige lineage.

"Kai, you asshole. I wanted to have this girl kill him." Alexandra snapped.

"You play around too much. I have no time to keep old orders still active. When mother request something from you, you do it. Understand?"

"She's not my mother. I have no need to follow her rules."

"You'll follow them or suffer the consequences." Kai threatened.

Lucas was baffled by how the two were acting. A man was just killed and there they were bickering about other things. They just ruined a family and they were arguing about something that didn't even make sense. They were evil. They had to be. That was the only thing he could decide. It got under his skin. Something was burning from it and it had to come out. Before he knew what was going on, he had charged at the boy and pushed him out of one of the outside walls. They fell pretty fast but before he had a chance to think he was on the bottom and the last thing he had seen before he hit the ground was the boys red eyes.

Bang.

Kai slowly stood up stretching his sore body. "Damn man. You jump too fast. You shouldn't lunged at a person like me. Although it's a little to late to be giving advice I suppose." He reached down and threw Lucas over his shoulder. Looking back towards the whole in the wall he saw Alexandra glaring down at him. Smiling at her, he turned around and walked back to the car. After throwing Lucas inside, he sat in the passenger seat and sighed, letting go of all the frustration. "Can we get out of here now. This almost ended badly." He said looking forward. "Damned woman didn't even kill the politician. I had to. Next time we should just handle things ourselves. Right sis? Then you got sleeping beauty back there acting like he's so big and bad, only to get knocked out after a little fall. I'm so done with this day."

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Watching Kai leave was the last straw for Alexandra. She was pulling at her hair and stomping around and having what seemed like a temper tantrum. Soon her body was shaking violently and her hands were getting big and had an addition of hair. "I never get to have any fun. Every time I get a chance to play with something they always take it away." Her growls were accompanied by cracks of bone and rips of clothing. Turning her head towards Dyte, she said, "But, at least they left you right. Hehehe. At least they left you." Quickly she jumped right next to the girl. "Run or fight? Your choice. My fun." She was now considerably taller in height and her body had reached its full Fenrir form.

The figure sat back on his heels, knees bent and elbows resting on his thighs. He balanced quite effortlessly on the balls of his feet. Thanks to his small stature and lean frame, poses like this were as easy for him as breathing. A dark-tan cloak hid a majority of his body, though his open posture revealed an ensemble of black and gunmetal silver attire—from his boots, fatigues, and gloves to what looked like the bullet-proof pitch-black vest of a SWAT officer shielding his torso. A hood cast an impenetrable shadow masking much of the figure’s face. The ambient lighting revealed little more than some tufts of maroon hair and the black and yellow anterior of a gas mask, both of which poked out from under his cowl. Deep in the shade where his eyes should have been, a vibrant ruby-red was reflected back.

He was currently resting upon the roof of a particularly tall building, one tall enough to overlook much of Hundlé city and the glittering sea beyond its shoreline. Far off past the smatterings of buildings and clusters of parks, he could just barely make out the hoary adumbrations of the walls that sealed this metropolis off from the rest of the world. He could even spot the huge gate that only hours before he’d snuck his way in through, thanks to the conveniently spacious underside of a military vehicle seeking ingress.

A slight vibration pulled the figure’s attention. In his right hand was a small smartphone, and on it the figure had sent someone a text message. It consisted of a single word: Marked. The recipient had just sent a reply.

Follow.

The acrid stench of burning rubber reached his nose before the sound did. Slowly turning his focus down at the street below, he spotted his mark. The man, a lanky black-haired human by the look of him, had gotten back into his car. On the passenger's side was a blue-haired girl, though the figure failed to get a good look at her. The black-haired one was obviously in some sort of extreme rush, because he'd put petal to metal, his tires screeching on the pavement as his metallic steed reared into action.

Internally, the figure groaned. He would have to chase that thing or he’d lose his mark.

Ensuring his hood was securely clipped to the straps of his goggles, the figure pivoted on his feet, leaning forward on all fours. It was a very elegant and polished motion, and one that he’d executed dozens of times before. Without wasting a millisecond, the figure exploded off the balls of his feet, surging forward like an Olympic runner at the sound of the gun.

He resembled a dog as he rushed, down on all fours, using his arms to pull himself forward and his legs to push in synchronic harmony. In no time he reached the edge of the roof and, without pause, bounded across the vacant space that separated it from an adjacent rooftop. He sailed through the air with an inhuman elegance, the tails of his cloak beating in the wind behind him. He stuck his landing without missing a beat—in fact, he gained speed, quickly reaching the periphery of this latest rooftop and bounding over to the next.

He continued leaping from rooftop to rooftop, moving swiftly on all fours, careful to land as silently as possible. Though the car he was after was definitely speeding, the figure was able to close the distance in no time. Soon, he was running along rooftops right beside the car, which had since donned the flashing red and blue and signature wailing that marked it as a police vehicle.

The car tore down the street, other vehicles quick to remove themselves from its path. As it shredded through an intersection with no regard for the color of the light, it took a sharp left turn, skidding across the boulevard and nearly colliding with oncoming traffic before speeding off. The figure, who was running along the rooftops on the right side of the car, groaned inwardly once more.

His mark was making this harder than it needed to be.

He noted with offhanded disdain the rusty condition of the large AC unit he’d just dived over as he approached yet another edge. When he leapt from the rooftop this time, he reached out and grabbed the eave, using his momentum to swing down towards the ground. He arrested his fall by seizing a particularly small windowsill, sending a potted plant that was so meticulously balanced atop it to its doom upon the sidewalk below.

He wasted no time, releasing the sill and landing on the ground with the dexterity of a cat. He then bounded across the intersection with blatant indifference towards any onrushing traffic. Skirting and hurdling across the fronts of various cars, he made his way diagonally across the intersection to the dissonance of honking horns, shrieking tires, and barked insults. With precious seconds ticking by, the figure maneuvered past several gawking pedestrians and in one motion ascended the broad side of a building, his shoes gripping the brick like claws. Using his left hand, he pushed himself further up the wall, giving him just enough leeway to reach up and grab the building’s horizontal gutter with his right hand before gravity had its way. Using the gutter as his fulcrum, he swung himself onto the rooftop, nearly tearing the poor metal out the wall.

He made it up just in time to see his mark cut right down some street ahead, sirens blazing. With a grunt of exasperation, the figure resumed his forward bound, sailing through the air on all fours with renewed ferocity, his cloak flapping beside him like the wings of a griffon.

He’d never lost a mark before, and this wasn’t about to be his first time.







The fair-haired man’s name was George Sterling. Slightly drunk, the man fumbled with his keys, trying each in turn until one finally managed to fit. Turning it the wrong way first, it took the man several seconds to unlock his car door before he was able to get in. Closing it behind him, he took several seconds of deep breathing to steel himself before putting the key into the ignition, bringing the car to life with a subdued roar. After a moment, he put the vehicle into gear, peeling out from where he was parked and merging into traffic.

A few seconds later, another car came to life, but in a much more subtle way. There was no roar of the ignition, merely a flickering as its headlights came alive. It also peeled out from where it was parked, merging into traffic two or three cars behind George and his vehicle.

Several minutes and a few red lights later, George pulled into the driveway on the hillside of what was presumably his home. He got out of his car, stumbling a bit as he made his way to the front door. The house, while not a mansion, was definitely what one might call spacious. It had two floors, a wide front yard, and, by the looks of things, had quite the back yard. Next to the house was a nearly identical one, and next to it was yet another. In fact, every home on the entire block looked just as George’s. All of them had yards. All of them had two levels. All of them had black shingles, gray bricks, and porcelain-white front doors.

As George entered his home, the car that had been tailing him parked on the opposite side of the street, careful not to draw attention to itself.

“I’m home,” George announced, flipping on the light and dropping his keys on a nearby credenza as he moved forward through the hallway. The muffled roar of a blaring television came from somewhere upstairs. The inside of his house was neat and well-furnished, with each room having several fine woodworks and carpets with intricate designs. Every now and then, George would have to step over a random toy that was left on the floor, though when he almost slipped on the fourth one, he’d had enough.

“Lewis! Ciara!” He bellowed. “What did I say about leaving your toys in the middle of the floor?” The hum of the television upstairs died out instantly, followed by the familiar pattering of children’s feet.

George’s ears perked up at the sound of rustling papers in a nearby room. Interests piqued, he moved towards the source of the noise and found himself standing in his kitchen. It was heavily furnished, with stainless steel appliances, induction stovetop, marble everything, the works. On the marble top island that separated the stove and oven from the refrigerator was his wife, moving papers around.

She just got back from her job at corporate, seeing as she was still in her intimidatingly pinstriped power suit.

“You’re in a good mood,” she said, briefly flashing him a cheesy smile before returning to her paperwork.

He grinned. “Hello to you too, Lana,” he said playfully, moving to stand beside her. “You know,” he began, eying her paperwork, “you corporate lawyers work way too hard.”

She let out a curt laugh. “Someone has to bring this quarantine to an end, George.” She stared down at a piece of paper in her hand for a moment before shuffling it back in with the others. “It’s just bad for business.”

“My wife, the hero.”

It was then that stomps of feet rapidly descending the staircase reverberated throughout the house. George sighed. If he’s told them once, he’s told them a thousand times not to run in the house. Before he repeated himself for the thousand and first time, the terrible-twosome burst through the archway and into the kitchen with all the grace and tact of a tornado.

“Hey, no running!” He chided.

When they noticed their father, the two kids—a boy and a girl no older than ten—stopped immediately. “Dad!” they both shouted in unison, running over and throwing themselves at the man.

George knelt, gripping them in his arms. “You two goofballs go pick your toys up off the floor before someone hurts themselves, okay?”

They nodded, broad grins upon their faces. “Okay!”

Suddenly, there were three curt knocks on the door. They rang through the house like gunshots.

George released his children, standing. “I got it”.
“Is that Rick already?” Lana asked, looking up from her work.
“Doubt it,” he replied, moving out of the kitchen and towards the front door. “But if it is, he’s gonna have to—”

As George reached for the front door, it exploded inward.

Only silence followed the clicks and clangs of bouncing metal and fractured wood. Lana and her two children rushed into the hall moments later, but were rendered speechless by the scene that met them.

There, in what remained of the doorway, a man loomed. The intruder was dressed in all black, with grimy cargo pants and a black jacket with shiny leather highlights. The bottom-half of his face was covered by a black mask, while matching goggles masked his eyes. His hair, a dark brown, fell around his ears like a mop. The intruder’s hands were behind his back, his head bowed. His foot was raised out in front of his body—he’d kicked the door in. Like a Zen master, he placed his foot back on the ground, keeping perfect balance.

He then walked into the house, four pairs of eyes tracking his every move. George, who'd fallen, attempted to right himself, but stopped cold when he felt a menacingly dire presence bearing down on him. Looking up ever-so slowly, he found himself staring down the cold dark barrel of a gun.

Silence continued its reign until the intruder spoke. With his voice—a deep, icy, confident baritone—he uttered accusingly a single word: “Wolf.”

George’s eyes grew wide. “Wait! N-no,” he sputtered, raising his hands in surrender. “We live as humans! W-w-we don’t shift! The hunters said if—”

Time seemed to slow for George’s wife. Things were moving in slow motion, and she could make out every grueling detail. The click-pop of the intruder squeezing the trigger. The light from the muzzle flash dancing along the walls. The silver-tipped bullet effectively decapitating her husband, plastering the back of his skull across the wall like some morbid work of art. The rhythmic palpitations of her heart that filled her ears, her throat, her chest. Emotionally, she felt nothing. She could feel nothing. All that occupied her mind was the sight before her.

As the intruder slowly turned his alien gaze to her and her children, her vision itself began to tunnel. Like thunder following lighting, the piercing boom of the gunshot finally reached her ears.

The gunshot that had killed her husband in cold blood.

And then shock gave way to fury, and time resumed its normal pace.

She looked down at the two children that stood to her right, near the archway that lead into the kitchen. They looked up at her, utterly nonplussed. “Run,” she whispered, looking back towards the intruder. The two locked eyes. Out of her peripheral vision, she noticed her children had remained motionless, transfixed by the scene before them.

“RUN!” She barked her command this time, suddenly dropping down on all fours. Her word morphed into a growl as her muscles bulged like balloons, shredding her expensive pinstriped suit. Blackness spread through her skin like thick ink in a glass of water, completely corrupting it. What looked like hair began to spring forth from the blackness, concentrated at her shins and forearms, jutting out like spikes. The pitch of her growl dropped to a booming contralto. Her fingers and toes elongated, with large gruesome claws pushing their way through her fingernails. Slowly she sprouted a tail that waved menacingly in the air.

Her hair stretched as well, covering her head and neck like a mane, down to her shoulders and chest. The bones in her face pushed forward, eyes sinking into her head, pupils forming into slits, nose receding and restructuring itself... all to make room for her massive mouth, which was growing and shaping itself like some sort of self-aware play-doh.

In mere moments her transformation was complete, yet neither party engaged. She and the intruder simply eyed each other. Lana looked quite dangerous in her wolf form. She felt dangerous. She also felt righteous in her indignation. The rules and vows be damned, she was going to rip this guy to bits.

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” The intruder spoke with a level of serenity one would expect from a monk. Not from a guy about to get torn to shreds. His accent was distinctly European—perhaps British. He still had his pistol trained on her husband’s corpse, but in one quick practiced motion, he reached over his shoulder with his free hand, pulling out something a bit more dangerous. It looked small, compact, jet-black, and fully automatic. He took aim, pointing the weapon in her direction. “I’ll pass.”

When he opened fire, she dodged easily, scaling the wall. The ack-ack-ack-ack of automatic fire was deafening.

Not every shot missed its mark, however. As Lana dodged, her children were not so quick on the uptake. Despite her command, they still remained frozen in place and directly in the line of fire. It was the girl that took the brunt of the damage. The silver-tipped bullets punched through her body like a hot knife through butter, striking her several times in the abdomen, chest, neck and face. Her lifeless corpse crumbled to the floor.

Infinitely more enraged, Lana surged forward like a hurricane, pouncing off the wall and mauling the intruder. She slammed him against the wall with the weight of her massive body, causing him to drop his pistol. Without an ounce of hesitation, she sunk her fangs deep into his arm, nearly causing him to drop his automatic weapon as well. At the same time, her claws made deep lacerations across his chest and neck.

She shook her muzzle back and forth with controlled violence, like a dog shaking a toy, sinking her fangs even deeper into his wrist. The intruder’s automatic weapon fired several times as the two struggled, bullets spraying into the ceiling above. His blood sprayed against her fur, causing her to clench her jaw even harder.

Suddenly, intense pain flashed through her mouth like a firestorm. With a yelp, she disengaged her prey, leaping backwards and retreating a few steps. She could taste blood in her mouth—some of it hers. Something was wrong.

Several of her fangs had broken off or were fractured.

Looking up, she noticed the color of the man’s arm had changed. Where she had torn into his tan flesh and drawn blood just moments ago, the skin was now some sort of…

Silver?!

The intruder gave no quarter. Sensing the wolf’s confusion, he dropped the automatic weapon and flowed forward, bright reflective silver showing thorough the gashes in his sleeve where she’d bitten him. Though she managed to avoid his first few maneuvers, the man landed a series of devastating blows to the side of her head. With force of an anvil, he smashed her face-first into the floor.

And then he pulled out a particularly lengthy machete and stabbed the struggling wolf in the neck, skewering her before she had a chance to recover. He followed that by pulling another pistol and dispatching the remains.

One shot. Two shots. Three. Four. The muzzle flash reflected against the intruder’s black goggles like a flashlight.

And then nothing. There was only silence.

That’s when the boy made a soft whimper. Unlike his sister, he’d managed to survive his initial onslaught, though he was not unscathed. He was bleeding profusely—a bullet-wound to the thigh. Replacing the pistol in some unseen pocket, the intruder dislodged his machete from the wolf carcass before strolling over to where the boy sat, moving as leisurely as one taking a walk through the park.

In a few moments, he stood before the bloodied shaking child. He kneeled, bringing up a single silvery hand and slowly removing his mask. His let his goggles stay in place.

“You really should have run,” the intruder uttered, staring the boy in the face.

The boy squealed as he noticed the man’s jagged teeth. They ended in fine points, like the fangs of a shark.

Slowly, the man reached out, cupping the back of the child’s head with one hand. With his other hand he held the machete.

“You have black eyes, kid. Just like your mother over there.” He nudged his head in the direction of the corpse behind them. “I have a question for you, so think very carefully. Understand?” The boy nodded, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. The intruder paused before continuing, softening his tone considerably. “I’m looking for a woman. A girl—if you could call her that. Crimson eyes. Black hair. Long.” He brought the boy’s face to within an inch of his. “You’re a werewolf.” He said this matter-of-factly. “Do you know of anyone like that?”

The boy didn’t answer, though you could see the gears spinning in his head. Unfortunately, this man was not patient.

“I see.” The intruder sighed, his voice hardening once more. “Mmm. A shame. November usually handles this kind of thing, but since he’s not around…” His words trailed off into another sigh. He subconsciously bared his teeth. The boy attempted to shrink backwards, but the man tightened his grip.

“You really should have run.”

He inserted the machete into the boy’s neck as effortlessly as one would a key into a lock. Very slowly. Very meticulously. The boy began to claw weakly at the man’s arm, trying desperately to free himself, to save himself, but it was futile. After several seconds of choked gasping, the child went limp, blood dripping from his parted lips.

“Rest now, innocent,” the intruder said, looking down at this final corpse. “For I have lifted your curse.” Releasing the machete from his grip, he closed the child’s wide vacant eyes with one pass of his bloodied hand. “You may enter Heaven a human.”

And then he bit into the boy’s neck, instantly drawing blood. His Adam’s apple pulsated medially as he drunk deeply from what remained of the child’s cruor. It took only a few seconds for him to get his fill, tearing a chunk of flesh from his victim as he stood.

He chewed on it a bit before swallowing.

Without warning, his wounds began to heal quite rapidly. The gashes and lacerations on his arm and neck began to knit themselves together, and the scratches on his face all but disappeared. He looked up at the ceiling, mouth agape. He exhaled violently, blood and spittle flying from his lips.

“Yesssss,” he hissed, slurring the word. “Yes!”

After gathering his equipment, the intruder walked out through the hole where George Sterling’s front door used to be. He’d secured his mask in place over his mouth once more. All in all, this ordeal had lasted perhaps five minutes, six max.

He made good time.

The intruder reached up and smoothed his hair with his hand, unknowingly tracking blood through his brown locks. Several thoughts came to his mind at once, but it was his view towards the local hunters that took the forefront. These hunters must be pathetic, to let the werewolf population here get so out of hand. They even had to quarantine the damn city. The man snorted, shaking his head slightly. The very notion of werewolves forcing anything sickened him.

As he made his way to the car parked across the street, something vibrated in his breast pocket. Retrieving the device—a smartphone—he made several curt finger-motions, activating it.

Someone had sent him a text message. It consisted of a single word: Marked. The man chuckled softly, typing out a reply.

Follow.

Replacing the phone in its resting place, the foreign hunter entered his car. Police sirens could be heard in the distance, and they were definitely getting closer. For some reason, that made him laugh.

It'd take more than a couple of badges to dissuade him from his mission.

As Thomas drove down the last couple stretches of road something caught his attention, making him stop, putting on the breaks as hard as he could. He knew exactly what he saw was and looked around quickly to see if there were any other movements in place. He then put his car in launch gear and sped through the streets, crowded with the natural people of the night, almost like a mad man. Who knew what the girl in his passenger seat was thinking.
He didn't have sight of whoever it was he saw, but he knew that if he timed his driving just right he'd be able to evade him. He wheeled around the corner and then went around another, creating a zig zag motion, just to trip up his follower. From the outside view, it'd probably look like he was just a speed demon who liked driving wildly. He drove crazy enough with no intended direction long enough to show that he was just the type of guy that liked to go for long wild rides. It'd be a waste of time to chase someone like that. However, if that wasn't enough, he passed through one of the nearby tunnels and dimmed his lights. Sure it would have been dangerous if anyone had been driving on the opposite direction, but he was sure that if he could make it out of the hole he could escape whoever was chasing him. As soon as he exited the tunnel, he made a sharp turn into the wooded path and continued driving until he came to the street path on the other side. Trying to lay low, he figure that he might have wanted to switch cars, giving him the idea to go fetch his other one from the lot.

"Well, that was fun wasn't it lass?" He grinned at Aisla. Pulling into the lot he got out of the car leaving it running. "Sorry to just ditch you, but aye, you can have the car. I advise you go back home. Don't worry about Lucas. I'll make sure he's safe." Before leaving her he turned back one last time. "Now, now little lady. If you know what's good for you I really advise you go home. I hope you catch my drift when I say that it's dire you go home for the night."

After his warning he left her inside the still running car to go to his Cadillac coupe. He didn't like being followed one bit and decided to address the matter later. For now, he still had a job he needed to do. It might have actually been too late for Lucas, but he had backup plans. He always had.
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The girl impressed her. Yes. Alexandra Yun, who if no one ever noticed, was hard to entertain without dieing first, was entertained from a living person. She wasn't even writhing in agony. No. Instead she was fighting. Fighting for her life. Oh yes. Alexandra enjoyed, even slowed down her momentum to watch the girl try to claw her way out of the dungeon she was in. That's what the abandoned hospital felt like to Alex. A dungeon. A dungeon where people and things don't usually escape from. But, this girl in front of her. She made it out. Even though it was barely. She had made it out. Alexandra jumped down after her, crashing onto the ground with a growl and bent legs. "Hehehe." She chuckled in her monstrous voice. "I feel as if you might be better off alive then dead little lady. Why don't you come out from where you're hiding."

The female Alpha couldn't tell where her little toy had gone. The smell of blood and the sounds of the outside blocked her ranged vision drastically. She looked around back and forth trying to find her, but after a long moment of silence she slowly turned back to her human form. "I'll let you go this time. However, I know your smell. I will find you, and when I do, we can play. Till then I suppose." The woman turned around and went back to her dungeon. It was getting really late into the night and she had wanted nothing more of this day. It was time for her to concede and rest.
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Nicholas barely made it out the crazy bar with the even crazier company it kept. He had completely lost track of time before he had realized it was way past midnight. He checked his phone for the first time all night to see that he had seven missed called and even more missed messages. All from a number he didn't know.

"Alright," he said. "Let's see what was so important, stranger.

The boy checked his message box and his eyes grew wide at the contents. All of the messages read out the same thing. One single address. He kept flipping through the texts to see the last one. 'Your sister may be in trouble.'

Having his heart almost stop, he rushed down the streets, running in breakneck speed towards the place indicated on the phone.
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"Hmph."

Kai managed to throw Lucas over his shoulder, once again with ease. "I didn't know crashing on pavement could knock a person out so long." The words were mostly to himself since he didn't think Cassandra would answer anything to his statement. He gave her a tired look. "Are you ready to go to mother? Or do you have something else better to do?" He asked her. "I hope not. This boy may be a key to something in mothers plans. You know this could be a start of a beautiful family. Hahahaha."

After joking with her, he walked up the stairs into the castle like mansion. Ignoring the greetings from the houses servants, he walked up all the way to the masters room. Knocking on the door he declared, "Mother, I have returned with the one you asked for." After which he waited for her to say that he could come in and went inside laying Lucas down softly, and kneeling in front of her. "I also had that other thing taken care of. That crazed woman didn't even kill the politician bastard. I had to do it myself. Though, as long as it was done then I suppose it was okay. Still, I don't think we should keep company with that wench."

Lucas was slowly regaining consciousness. His body was sore and his head was spinning, but as he opened his eyes, he saw unfamiliar looks to his environments. "Wh-Where am I?" He moaned looking around. He tried to sit himself up, barly making it to a sit up position. "What? What happened."

It wasn't long before he noticed Kai's face and everything came back to him. "You!!!" He growled before lunging in Kai's direction.

Kai just stood and smiled as he came closer and closer, knowing what would have happened if the boy got to close. It wasn't long until Lucas experienced it. The aura of a true Alpha. Almost instantly he was thrown off his feet and tripped on his face. He couldn't move anymore. The gravity around him felt so unbearably strong.

"What's happening?" He asked still trying to fight it.

"Oh didn't you know? You can't step to the queen of wolves if you're not worthy. I'm sorry to tell you kid, but since you haven't became a true alpha, you're not anywhere close to being worthy," Kai teased. "Mother," he turned to Seraphine. "The floor is all yours."

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Thomas drove back to defense headquarters and borrowed one of the phones lying around in the buildings office. "All officials of the Divine program. This is your manager, Thomas Groove. Come back to HQ for briefing on your next assignments.

It didn't take long for someone to come through. He of course was the one of the only three not out on missions and also the only one who lived in HQ.
Thomas smiled at him. "Hey White, how are you doing kid?"
White May, who had just woke up, gave a tiresome nod to the man.
"Well that's okay kid. You can nap until the other two get here."
White through another nod then found a good wall to lean against.
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Nick arrived at the abandoned hospital checking his phone to make sure the address was correct. All he could smell was blood, but a scent that had hit his nose so many times already was barely in the air. He walked quietly around the other side of the hospital hoping over wall. He stayed in the shadows, long enough for two men to pass by, yawning and complaining about how shitty the day was. He sniffed all the way to another entrance on the east side of the building. The smell suddenly became stronger and he crept to the streets still sniffing the air. He cursed at himself for not thinking to just keep on walking in the direction past the building. He began running again down the road. With each step he took, the smell became stronger. He soon saw a limping figure in front of him and reached out for it as soon as he was in arms reached. Pulling the shoulder of the person he grabbed her in a hug. "Dyte. It's me, Nick. Don't worry okay? It's gonna be okay. We're going home. Don't worry. It's gonna be okay." He hugged her for a while, relieved that she was still in one piece. "Once we get home, you have to fill me in to the details of why you were out here."