I wandered without a shadow. Everywhere I used to go if I was allowed to leave, I was followed by a few warriors. Later that changed to a few omegas, and then just one.The fact that they let me leave now was a combination of years of the persona I carefully built and their complacency.They should have been worried, even if they thought the threat followed the visitors here; there was obviously a breach in security.I wandered seemingly aimlessly around the place until I reached the edge of the forest and slipped between the trees. I pulled out the map I’d been working on slowly over the last few years in bits and pieces. I knew where I was going, or I thought I did.I picked some Perscyth’s for myself, a bright white flower with thick petals that were stark against the muted browns they pushed through.These flowers broke through the rough patches that didn’t get much sunlight. I always admired them, the ones that were able to grow into something beautiful despite their circumstance
Everything seemed to settle down in the next few days. At least, I didn’t hear of any new developments, and like the ignorant assholes they were, The Alpha and Luna seemed to forget about the incident completely. You know, the small incident of an allied Alpha’s only son getting murdered inside your packhouse..probably nothing to worry about. I spent time in the kitchens, idly arranging flowers there and listening to the gossip of the omegas. But that’s all it was, gossip. There weren’t any new developments, thankfully, no evidence. The visiting Alpha and Luna left with their son’s body. I was still waiting to hear if they found anything, but if Alpha Raymond got a call about it, he didn’t share it in front of me.I brushed my hair idly in the mirror, resuming my nightly position before Alice came in and helped me brush it again before dinner. I wondered if she was smarter than she let on if she was a spy for them. She never asked questions, though, and never seemed to notice anythi
I made a detour through the kitchen, the best source of news. The omegas rarely noticed me anymore. I busied myself, getting a glass of water and fanning my face in case anyone looked my way. “There are some cute ones out there.” “None that are my taste; when it comes to warriors, they’re all the same,” “Why are they all still outside? It seems so dumb to keep them in that tent instead of going to their rooms.” “I heard it was so the sons could inspect them.” “Like cattle.” “I guess warriors are no better than omegas,” A few of them laughed. “Not tonight, they aren’t.” I slipped out, no one noticing. I grabbed a cloth and scissors. I went into the hall and almost bumped into him. “There you are.” He tilted his head, crooning. I looked down and shifted from foot to foot. I couldn’t decide if this was a good or bad development. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, bitch,” he spat, and I looked up, blinking a few times. “You turned out to be quite pretty, you know?” he said,
The place was quiet, eerily so. The kind of quiet you only got after a night of activity and a rush of adrenaline felt by all. I debated using the window, but there were too many extra warriors around. Besides, I was more shielded under the mask I created—a terrified shell of a girl looking for water and comfort after a trying night of mysterious death. No one was outside the door and no sound at all in the hallway. I didn’t bring a light source; instead ran a hand along the familiar corridors. I didn’t waste my time here. The past few years were spent memorizing, learning, and planning. I knew this place better than anyone. I spent days walking the packhouse before I was allowed out of it. I counted the stairs, memorized the turns, knew the feel of the hallway when it curved slightly, telling me I was about to reach another alcove. I could walk this place with my eyes closed, and I have done it before.No one was downstairs, not even nurses, but who needed to guard a dead man anyw
I managed some sleep after leaving my parting gift. I watched in the shadows to make sure she received it before falling into a dreamless sleep. The normal fall of footsteps awoken me. I rubbed my eyes and made my way to the bathroom, taking a quick thorough shower. I was getting better at this; no traces of blood and barely any last night. I fidgeted in the seat before the mirror, waiting for an appropriate time to leave the room even though I had been fully dressed for what seemed like hours but was actually only a few minutes. Alice usually only attended to me or checked on me, spied on me, whatever she did, at night.After the omegas shuffling settled down and finally dissipated, I could leave. I looked in the mirror and slipped on my mask. The blood-soaked fiery girl that demanded payment for her misery was gone in the blink of an eye. I stared back at the broken orphan who was too afraid to make eye contact or stand up for herself. I walked out the door, forcing my feet to
I held his stare even though every part of me screamed to run. He couldn’t have known, could he? There was no way. He finally averted his gaze after what might have been the longest minutes of my life. “Who sent you?” Alpha Raymond's voice was hard but low. He glanced around at the omegas in the dining room. “He said that you would know.” The man spoke, his voice like churning, velvety thunder. Alpha Raymond's mouth hung open for a split second. He stood up so fast that his chair fell behind him. He brushed past the man and slammed the doors wide open, so they hit the unwavering stone walls. I jumped, not having to fake it. This couldn’t be happening. I tried to process it all. Who was this man, and who sent him? I couldn’t have others sniffing around; I was so close. I should have swallowed my pride and just finished them off sooner. I shouldn’t have made it a game. “The fuck are you looking at?” Hunter spat towards the man. The man didn’t speak, just held Hunter’s stare with
I spent the afternoon wandering through the forest after carefully cutting back some of the fireheart, leaving some leaves to die.I was trying to re-calculate my plan, and sitting inside made everything seem more jumbled. My plans were vague, at best, and that used to be an advantage. I saw how hard it was to stick to something concrete, especially when death was involved. I wasn’t naive enough to believe that there wouldn’t be external involvement. I just banked on Alpha Raymond’s arrogance; I didn’t think that someone outside would send someone in. I wished I could find out who send the hunter and who their spies were. In the end, it didn’t matter. My mask was airtight even when talking to the omegas. Alpha Raymond called him, so he must not have been part of this pack. Even if I could sneak into his office and retrieve a number from his office phone, what would I do with it? No, it wasn’t a thread that needed to be followed. I knew that the hunter was here against Alpha Raymond'
“I don’t want him, Dad. I already chose Paul,” Nolan seethed; he was clenching his fork so hard I thought he might bend it. He was always the quietest, usually staying out of the way while his brothers tormented and instigated those around them. I had rarely if ever, seen him this angry.“He is the best of the best. Ezra has come from the Western Territories and was trained from childhood for this role. There will be no discussion.” Alpha Raymond barely glanced at his youngest, but his face seemed sour. That wasn’t a surprise. Nolan was the tamest out of the brothers; therefore, he was the least favorite. I don’t think that Alpha Raymond saw him even as a potential heir, so he made him give up his trainer for the trials so that the hunter could blend in without question. “But Dad-”“You will start with him tonight.” Alpha Raymond tried to leash his anger, but it never worked—one of his many downfalls. “He will make a great babysitter, Nolan,” Dominick purred.Hunter smirked at Nola