☽ Fang ☾ [Howl sequel] ✔

☽ 16 ☾

Author's Note:
this is a very short chapter and i apologize for that-- but it's a needed one for continue plot development and movement. enjoy this small chunk of this story! till next friday!

Artemas strummed his fingers against the leather seat of the van. His blue eyes stared at the side mirror, watching as the group of werewolves waited outside their pack house. Behind him, his crew were busy on laptops save for his second-in-command sitting in the driver seat next to him. He knew what had happened, seen it multiple times in his hunts, and knew it was always going to be the downfall of the pack.

An Alpha takes another Alpha's Omega, and that Alpha will do anything to get their mate back. Pack bonds mean nothing compared to the bond between an Alpha and their Omega. It was unthinkable for the Alpha to not choose their mate.

Artemas had seen too many packs break because of this, and Artemas almost laughed at how the Jake Paul Alpha broke the Trap House pack for him.

This hunt would be easy, Artemas thought, almost too easy.

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Lucian wasn't expecting it. He should have and he was more angry at himself than at Alpha Colby Brock. He had been resting in his bath, letting the herbs stew in the hot water and soothe his aching back that the damn Alpha had injured.

He felt the snap, like a piece of him had been pulled away. He knew what it was, as it felt a hundred times worse when Colby had dominated him, and hundreds of his previous pack members were pulled from his mind, placed into Colby's. Of course, Lucian wasn't planning on telling Artemas— that hunter was blinded by his thirst for werewolf blood— and Lucian had his own plans in this matter. Artemas was just a means to an end, and it kept Lucian safe... for now.

But, his plan was moving quicker than expected and despite losing the connection to a valuable asset to his place— Lucian couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face.

He didn't need his little spy, so good and precious as she was, to let him know what Colby was doing. Colby was playing right into the palm of his hand once again, and Lucian wasn't going to let the Alpha dominate him again.  This time, Lucian wanted blood... Colby's blood.

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The hunters watched as the door to the Trap House opened up, and, quite quickly like the foolish teenagers they all were, attempted to get their two friends into the red Corolla without anyone noticing them. Artemas cracked a smile at how idiotic they all were, but his smile faltered as the Alpha walked out of the house and paused. The wind was blowing softly and the Alpha sniffed the air, turning his gaze out the gate of their pack house and into the street. For a few seconds, Artemas could see the Alpha stare at him, though all he saw was a blacked out van. Then, the Alpha got into the driver seat of the red Corolla.

Artemas exhaled slowly. Beside him, Fowler sat sharpening a few arrowheads. The silver glinted in the sun.

"Chase?"

"Yeah?" the young boy peeped up from behind the commanding hunter.

"Please note in the logs that the Alpha and the two new Omega's are leaving the pack house."

"Yes, sir!" Chase giggled lightly before Artemas heard the sound of keyboard keys.

"Should we go after them, Artemas?" Fowler froze in his work as the pair watched the red Corolla leave the pack house and turn down the street they were parked on.

Artemas raised his hand and everything fell silent save for the gentle purr of the red Corolla's engine as it drove down the street. They had to be careful with this plan of theirs, of taking down the Alpha of L.A. If the police found them, then their secrecy was done for. If they didn't succeed, they knew they would be killed— as was the nature of animals.

Artemas watched as an unknown individual, a female dressed in tight spandex and with silver reflectors and a tight bun, jogged down the street with her dog. Just as the car passed her, she fell down to her knee, bending her neck in submission. As the car drove past, she rose, and continued about her day walking her dog.

"Hand me the new tracker point please, Fowler," Artemas kept his gaze on the woman.

Fowler passed it without question and Artemas withdrew from the glovebox of the van a small crossbow, no bigger than the palm of his hand. Slowly, he fed the arrow into the feed, and cracked the window, positioning the tip just outside of it. He kept his hand steady and his eyesight sharp as the woman passed into the thread of the target. Exhaling, Artemas took the shot.

The arrow, no bigger than the tip of his pinky nail and as thin as a piece of graphite for a pencil, flew from the crossbow and embedded itself in the woman's thigh. She didn't even seem to notice as she continued her jog past the Trap House Pack House.

Artemas smiled in triumph and tossed the crossbow on to the dashboard, "Please monitor that implant, Diana," the red head nodded, a cruel smile appearing on her face, as she typed away on her keyboard, "I think her head will do nicely on your wall," Artemas leaned back to look at his second-in-command. Diana turned to him with a dark smile.

"Oh!" Artemas exclaimed as he glanced at the young boy in plaid sitting with Cyrene before all their computers monitoring traffic light cams and various other diagrams, "Chase-- please also note in our log that we received confirmation at--," Artemas glanced at the van's clock, "oh... around nineteen-hundred hours that the YouTuber, Cole Robert Brock, is indeed the Alpha of L.A."

"Fantastic," Chase replied with his own cruel smile, typing away on his keyboard.

"Cyrene," Artemas turned to their newest member, "Inform Mr. Lucian Ethelwulf that we have confirmation and we can begin our plan."

"With pleasure."