Awakened

Chapter 35

This chapter is split into five parts!!!

So here until chapter 40 is supposed to be one big chapter! but I decided to split it, because, one better to write and not have y'all wait too toooooo long. and not only that, but the split works way better with the different missions and point of views happening.

we are so close to the mikannie kiss chapter!! So hyped!

thank you all for the love and support and I hope you enjoy!!

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Bertoldt was drained.

He always was whenever he came out of a meeting with his Leader. Plans to kill and maim and so much more. That ever increasing weight was on Bertodt's shoulders again, threatening to crush him. He took a deep breath, and kept walking down the large hall of the throne. She exited the entrance to the throne room, down a more narrow hall. He cursed that his room was far, feeling sluggish and tired. He was all the way in the wester side of the castle, and the thought of walking all the way soured his mood.

What soured it even more was the sight of Alexander in the same hall as he. Alexander was leaning on left wall, humming a tune as he played with a knife. Bertoldt frowned, but said nothing as he passed by him. Alexander was arrogant, annoying, and an absolute asshole. He wanted nothing to do with him.

"How was the meeting?" Alexander asked, not looking upon from the knife he toyed with. Bertodt had his back toward him, and paused his stride. The taller of the two looked over his shoulder, scowling.

"You would know if you were there."

Alexander scoffed. "Probably would have been bored out of my mind is more like it."

"It was important," Bertoldt snapped. "Annie's bond was triggered and we were planning our route to get her."

"I heard," Alexander said with yawn. "Though the capture of Annie Leonhardt is hardly a reason to go to the meeting. I couldn't care less about her. Besides, I was busy with other things."

Bertoldt turned towards him fully now, narrowing his eyes. There was blood all over the Shifter. It splattered his clothes, his pants, and Bertoldt realized that even his hands and knife had fresh blood on them. The knife twirled between Alexander's hands, the whole time the Shifter holding a smile, as if remembering the fondest memory. It makes Bertoldt shudder in horror and fear.

"What the hell did you do?"

Alexander finally looked up and ragged him with lazy look, though the wide grin told another story. "Nothing out of what my job required."

"She is to be alive," Bertoldt growled.

"Oh she is," Alexander assured him. "Maybe not in one piece, but that's the beautiful thing about Shifters, right? So resilient we are."

"There is no we," Bertoldt spat. "I am nothing like you. You are nothing but some feral animal."

Suddenly, Alexander was right front of Bertoldt, the knife deathly close to his throat. "And is that so bad?" Alexande's eyes looked blood red with a kind of darkness that had Bertoldt still in fear.

Alexander scoffed, his eyes raking over how tense Bertoldt was.

The crazed Shifter laughed and walked past Bertoldt. He was put a hand on as he passed by and whispered in his ear, "It's a shame you're not cut out for this line of work."

Bertoldt snapped.

He grabbed Alexander by the front of his shirt and shoved him against the wall beside him. Alexander's head knocked into the stone harshly, making him close his eyes as he hissed in pain. Bertoldt brought his face inches from Alexanders, "I have been here longer than you have." He seethed. "Done all that our Leader has asked dutifully. And continue to do so. I am worth more than the piss you shoot out. Know your place."