Celestial Wulf Chronicles Book# 5 Sacrifice's

Locals

Mulling across the various vendor-loaded tables, Crimson tells me. "We are being followed. Do not give away our awareness, Reuben." Right on cue, Alejandro wulf speaks, "Uh-huh. Sable shared the scent with me some time ago. It's a human. He's been following us since we entered the town." Casually scanning various vendor tables, I ask. "You know this how?"

Alejandro, smirking, stops to look at some trinkets on a vendor's table. "He isn't wearing any deodorant, and his scent remained steady for the past 45 minutes. Usually, scents fade as we get further away; His has not. Hence, he is following us." Replacing the trinkets, moving on to another table. Our Betas now join our conversation. "Alpha. I was tryin ta figure out why."

Robert explains, "Because your outsider's chocolate. Survival is of utmost. Be careful. Whether human or supernatural, many native islanders are well versed in the mystic use of herbs, powders, and potions. Often binding it with enslaved spirits."

"Humph," Says Randall, whose tone becomes mischievous, "WELL, let's play cat and mouse, shall we?" Robert's lips turn slightly upwards in the corners of his mouth, hiding his smirk. His eyes flick with equal mischief towards Alejandro. "Don't worry about the powder potion he is carrying in his left front pocket. Amarok already dispelled the chained Kongo spirit essence held within." Prime Alpha acknowledges me with pride. "HE. IS MY BETA." Then looks at Alpha, Points to Randall. "That one is yours."

"Die beyotch." Says Randall.

Chuckling half turning. His tone was jovial, "Behave. BOTH OF YOU."

From my peripheral, I see mulatto picking up deodorant from a table. Sable Wulf speaks, "You live up to your lineage's legend... my Beta." feigning interest, he shows it to Robert with a smile verbalizing, "Do we need any more?" Robert turns a slight shade of red, verbally responding, "No, we have plenty."

Randall chuckles under his breath, watching the roll-on being returned to the table, "Why you do dat Prime Alpha? Beyotch yo ass is dumb as fuck. Ya know he is learning ta take a compliment." Sable chuckles. "I do as I please, brother. He is MY Beta."

"I swear you and ya clone love pokin people." Alejandro ignores Randall.

Reaching into the back pocket of his ass eye drawing, thin linen white pants. While gazing towards the senior vendor, adamantly highlighting products, his gray eyes fall upon "Te gusta Este senor? (Do you like this one, sir?)." Alejandro pulls out an American One-hundred-dollar bill handing it to the old lady who smiles at him, interested in seeing what he will purchase. "Tenga dona (Here ma-am)." Without purchasing a thing, genuinely smiling, "Prepararle esa ofrenda a tus ancestros (Prepare that offering to your ancestors)."

Locals notice as the senior lady, initially surprised, clasps Alejandro's hand with the money. "Senor, eres un ololocha? Como sabias eso? (Sir, are you a lucumi priest? How did you know?)." Alejandro just looks at her with a smile. Stepping away, "Oshun te mandas eso para que cumples.Y no te precupes por tu hijo. Su karma le vas a lluegar. (Oshun sends you this. So, you may complete. And do not worry about your son. His Karma is coming.)."

She bows her forehead to his hand, "Gracias, Espero que si. (Thank you, I hope so)."

Mulatto looks at Beta Robert, grinning. Stepping away, Robert asks, "The Goddess did not ask for an offering, did she?"

"Nope." His tone changes, "But the little wanna be warlock trailing us. Whose legs I am going to enjoy breaking is her son."

Before Randall can confirm why, Mulatto clarifies, "They share an identical scent." continuing. "Dis mother tries her best ta provide. She busts her ass legitimately, and he takes advantage of outsiders. She cannot help how her son turns out. Being selfish and not helping her. He's a dick. That is...Until today."