Chapter 1
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July, 02, 2021
Third POV
Never in her wildest dreams would she have envisioned the serene tranquility of that morning transforming into the nightmare it became. On such occasions, she finds herself regretting her latest choices; Can one fault me? She thought.
When the suspicion started, we were blindsided by the whole research process. Being hunted for possessing what they were looking for was not easy.
The point of no return had been crossed when they caught her on their surveillance cameras. Her only option was to run, to anywhere far from their reach. They could be anywhere, anytime.
No amount of training as a werewolf, or even training at the Assassins Order, had prepared her for that level of chaos.
Sierra wanted the comfort of their meticulously planned operations, where everything was in its rightful place and was planned calmly.
She hated the disorder her world had devolved into.
In a frantic hurry, she hastily gathered her personal belongings - her phone, computer, and purse - and swiftly rose from her seat.
With a swift motion, she unlocked the electronic door using her fingerprint, determined to avoid any unnecessary social interactions and remain unnoticed.
As she entered the room, her disheveled blonde hair mirrored the inner turmoil that plagued her. Overwhelmed by the vast amount of information they had accessed regarding experiments involving the werewolf gene, she felt utterly lost and uncertain of her next move.
The council had not authorized them to proceed with the project, yet she and her sister Pearl, consumed by fear, were too afraid to halt their progress.
Dr. Dante, a brilliant scientist whom Pearl held unwavering trust in, was at the head of this newfound research.
As she approached the door to her sister and best friend’s office, an unsettling emotion washed over her, filling her with unease.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted from within the office, violently propelling her several meters away. Despite having injuries, she swiftly regained her footing, relying on her extensive assassin training.
Her immediate instinct was to assist the wounded and terrified individuals surrounding her.
Although she knew her sister Pearl was not present in the office, an unshakable feeling lingered, suggesting that the explosion had been intended for her.
The source of this danger remained elusive, leaving her feeling nauseated and vulnerable.
Sierra had long suspected the presence of a spy within their operation and had fervently begged Pearl to make changes to the security personnel, but her concerns had been brushed off as mere paranoia.
Despite her discomfort and injuries, the managed to guide the majority of people to safety within a nearby bunker.
It was at the entrance of this refuge that she unexpectedly encountered Ethan, one of their most skilled guards.
Without uttering a single word, he discreetly handed her a small piece of paper, further deepening the mystery surrounding their dangerous situation.
Overwhelmed by restlessness and impatience, she cast a glance into Ethan’s eyes, silently urging him to reveal the secrets concealed within the note.
Unable to bear the suspense any longer, she swiftly moved aside, seeking refuge under the protective canopy of a majestic, towering tree.
Fully aware that her hiding spot would only be detectable by the keen senses of high-ranking wolves or skilled trackers, she nervously unfolded the delicate paper, her heart pounding in anticipation.
With trembling hands, she delved into the depths of its contents, immersing herself in the words that held the key to the mystery of what had happened.
“ The spy is closer than we thought, meet me at room 189. We don’t know who to trust. There you will find coordinates to the place where we are going to meet to discuss further actions. Doc is already on the plane. Check the data. If it has been corrupted, you know what must be done.
Be careful, P.”
Driven by instinct, she sprinted towards room 189, acutely aware of the gravity behind those words.
Time had slipped away, and if the spy had infiltrated their system, she would have to eliminate all traces of their project - an endeavor that had been dismissed and disregarded for months.
Their once impenetrable security had been compromised. With trepidation, she cautiously entered the room, only to be met with disbelief as her eyes fixated on a meticulously placed crimson round mark adorning the computer screen.
Shaking off the shock, she delved into the system, verifying what she already knew.
They had been found.
The anonymous group they had tirelessly fought to dismantle now held the upper hand, the group had a goal of unmasking the identities responsible for the genes research, ignoring all of their work and efforts the group was describing the whole research as abominable experiments.
This did not sit well with her.
As Sierra sat at the computer, her fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, entering the code that would erase the entire system.
However, just as she was about to execute the command, a pop-up appeared on the screen, questioning whether she wanted to send the data to a private server or save it on a external drive.
Sierra knew that Pearl, her sister, friend and Alpha was the head of this operation, and she gave orders for her to erase everything, leaving them with only half of the valuable data.
But Sierra couldn’t bear the thought of losing all the hard work they had put into this project and all of the lives that could be impacted by that action—years of work and study.
Thinking quickly, Sierra grabbed an external flash drive and swiftly saved all the important files before proceeding with the deletion.
With a sense of urgency, she made her way to a side room where she accessed a screen and entered a specific code.
This code would render all devices, computers, and phones useless, as it targeted the crucial components responsible for storage and destroying it.
It was a drastic measure, but Sierra was determined to protect their work from falling into the wrong hands.
As the reality of the situation sank in, Sierra couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger.
She blamed no one but herself for allowing things to escalate to this point.
A voice called out her name outside, interrupting her thoughts.
It was Ellen and Harper, two of her friends who seemed puzzled by the chaos that had unfolded in Pearl’s office.
Sierra hastily shouted back, apologizing for her rushed demeanor, before continuing on her way.
Reaching the garage, she quickly climbed into a sleek black Mercedes her auburn hair all falling into her face while she grabbed the wheel with shaky fingers.
Glancing at her phone, she entered the coordinates for the place she was headed in and started driving.
Despite her training as an assassin, Sierra had never encountered a situation quite like this.
She was painfully aware that by leaving her friends behind, she was essentially delivering them into the hands of the enemy.
The guilt weighed heavily on her conscience, and she couldn’t forgive herself for the consequences her actions had brought upon them.
Sierra knew that Pearl would undoubtedly return with heightened security measures, but she also knew that it was her responsibility to fix the situation.
If only Sierra had communicated with Pearl earlier, sharing the knowledge she possessed, perhaps they wouldn’t have had to face such a horrible separation.
She was eagerly anticipating reaching her destination so she could meet up with Pearl and devise a plan to conceal the data she had supposedly deleted.
Due to road closures, she had to take a longer route, which she suspected was a means of monitoring those who passed through.
Overwhelmed by fear and concern, she pressed down on the accelerator and drove as quickly as possible.
She had to run and fast.
When she arrived at the airport, it became clear how serious the situation was.
They were already there, waiting like bloodhounds on a hunt.
The only option left was to run, hide as fast as possible. She felt an overwhelming sense of worry as she held the flash drive in her hands.
She had to meet her, Pearl was their only beacon of hope. She was safe, blessed with the status of being an Alpha and a high-ranking council official.
She thought that leaving them was unsettling and coward, but if she were in her position, the idea of starting would cross her mind too;
Sierra longed for a brief moment of rest, especially considering her injured condition. She needed to change the bandages on her shoulder.
But time was a luxury she couldn’t afford.
Her only hope was to get out of that airport undetected and drive to somewhere safe if there was a place like that given the circumstances
Leaving them behind was not easy at all she could see from far Pearl talking to some of them, her face full of concern.
Anxiety had her glued to her phone, searching for any trace of them — a smoke signal, a bank transaction, an odd caller ID. Pearl had to send her something.
Anything.
Her last check on our private server revealed the grim reality— Sierra was probably the only one who had made it out and Pearl was not on her side, she would leave them to rot.
Sierra turned to get out of that place, but before she could get out there, she felt hands, pain and lastly darkness took over of her senses.
The last thing she thought before surrending herself to darkness was.
Oh shit. This has to be a fucking joke.
And only if she knew.
