Prologue
"Arise" - Marvel's Cloak n Dagger
The newly-sharpened blade sits at my feet, determining the indentured servant's fate.
I used to feel bad for the human girls and boys forced to bow at the Alpha's feet, but now they were nothing but sewage rats who sucked up to the big bad wolves and gained popularity by sleeping with the horny hierarchy.
I smirk before picking the knife up and slicing it into the young girl's ribcage, splicing organs in half.
Despite being ten minutes away from a painful death and bleeding out on the wooden floors, the girl keeps her icy gaze trained on me. She didn't know who I was, but that wouldn't matter in eight minutes.
"Any last words, filthy pig?" I sneer, preparing to push the blade all the way in, ready to take away her life.
"Freeze, mongrel!" A guard slips on a pool of blood but somehow regains his footing to charge. Before he can even reach within six feet of my body, I throw my second blade into his chest cavity and sever the heart from the veins, carrying out my orders for revenge. "W-wh-why are you doing this?" He starts to choke on his own blood as it spills past his organs and into the outside world where it doesn't belong.
"Doing what, getting revenge for my dead family?" I ask sadistically, running a third blade, this one covered in yellow wolfsbane, down his bloodied throat and cover it in his blood. "Your pack is dead now. After what you kind did to the only true family I ever had, mind you, a human family, I had to do something and avenge their deaths." I plunge the third knife into his skull and kill him, twisting the blade as I drive it out of his skull. I look at the half-conscious slave and give her a small smile, deciding what to do with her. "Look at me. You're free and safe now."
"Are you going to let me go?" She whimpers, her injuries slowly healing.
I stalked a circle around the girl who bled out slowly, an agonizing death coming her way. "Unfortunately if I do that, who knows if you'll run off to find your little wolf buddies. They'll still see you as weak prey. You really want to be treated like that again?" I pull her body toward the door and yank my weapons out of the guard. She freezes and tries to back away. "What is it?"
"There are more of us here." She cries.
"Where?" I shake my head.
"The slave quarters. I can take you there." She grips my hand and takes me upstairs. "This way. Keep coming."
I followed the struggling girl into the pack house, climbing stairs after her before she knocks on a wooden door with a large window and a doorbell. "These are the slave quarters?"
Inside was a man sitting at his desk, reading glasses perched on his nose with newspapers spread out around him.
"Alpha," she coughs up blood. "I brought her to you."
The man takes off his glasses. "Thank you, Annabella."
"You little bitch!" I spit, shoving her against the wall with my wolf's teeth at her throat. "You kids should really know better than to tangle with the Red Devil."
"Put the girl down." The Alpha growls.
I roll my eyes and release her.
The girl was stronger and she crushed my hand in her grasp, fracturing the bones.
"Go to hell." I curse.
"It's great to finally meet you."
"What do you want?" I snarl.
"You've murdered my men in cold blood. All this terror you have caused, I think, should lead up to your execution." He hauls my lithe body into the leather chair situated in front of his desk and straps my wrists to the arms of the chair. "But, I'd like you to answer some questions first."
I'd been caught. And now I was the prey.
He roughly grabs a fistful of my bright, ginger colored hair and tangles his fingers in it. I bite back a growl from my beast.
"I don't take demands from murderers." My beast takes a chunk of his ear off. He slams my head against the chair's metal frame and I see stars.
"You call us murderers when you're the true monster."
Enraged at his words, I break the ties that bind my arms and bash the chair into his skull, knocking him out.
The slave girl makes an attempt to grab me, but I slash her throat open with my claws. And I take off running with my weapons safely tucked in my belt loop. I pry whatever I can find off the guards and stuff them in my weapons satchel.
I attach the bag to my motorcycle and lift the kickstand as the engine rumbles. "See you in the afterlife, fuckers." I flip them the bird and turn on my earpiece. "Mission Accomplished."
The device buzzed before dropping in on my sister who started this anti-werewolf organization with me.
"Must it always come to violence with you?" Cat sighs, typing away at her computer. "There's other ways of killing them."
"Enlighten me, o ye faithful one." We chuckle to each other.
"Bombing, going in rogue, y'know? Being this dangerous and rebelling against the plan isn't how we do things."
"Kitty, seriously. Rebel is my middle name." I smile into the phone, pulling up to our house that also served as our headquarters. "Two Alpha's down, however many left. See you in a minute."
Cat sat at her varying number of computers in her personal office. She tips her head back and smiles. "You need a shower." She wrinkles her nose.
"Tell me about it." I shout back before disappearing into my room.
