Nielu [REWRITTEN]

22 - Rumored Alpha

Alina's right fist pounds on her friend's door, with Zianna beside her.

"Can you girls hurry up? It's freezing!" Nico complains from his spot behind them, shivering slightly and using his hands to rub his arms.

"Stop complaining." Zia barks. "You're a meif'wa. Start acting like one."

Her brother hisses. "Not when it's fucking cold."

Nathaniel slowly opens his door. "What could possibly be wrong for you three to be banging on my door at 4 in the evening!"

The Lycan female inhales a deep breath, exhaling it a second later. "For starters, Anthony texted us; saying that Andrea set a toaster on fire trying to perfect a potion for potions class. Second, my brother hasn't come home in awhile."

Nate sighs and moves to step aside. "Please, make yourselves at home."

Zia bounces in as Nico follows her, still shivering and Nate can only snort in laughter. The meif'wa's sky blue eyes harden. "Not funny." he snarls.

Alina steps forward and moves to take a seat on the couch. Nate shuts the door, strolling over to his friends and folds his arms.

"I heard about Andrea and Anthony but, Ethan hasn't come home? Did you see if he's out running?"

"He's not, at least, I don't know. I know he left to go to the park for his project but that was five hours ago." Alina mumbles, her chocolate eyes shifting to the floor. "I'm worried, is all."

"Have you tried texting him?" Zia suggests.

"Tried that. He's not answering. It's weird. He usually does." the raven haired teenage girl slips her phone out.

Ethan tries to push himself up, but somehow finds he can't. Instead, he hears footsteps approach and he inwardly groans, letting his arms fall. Kidnapped yet again. First its Guardian Force Officers taking me with them, now it's whoever's approaching! I can't win, these days, can I?

"Ah good, the experiment is awake." he pushes his glasses up further on the bridge of his nose.

"Whoever you are, let me go!" the teenaged werewolf struggles to free himself.

The man chuckles as he stops directly in front of Ethan. "Not until I'm done with you. You see, that feisty spirit reminds me of someone. It's such a shame hunters killed her, I would have loved one more experiment with her. But alas, I have you, a born Pureblood werewolf."

"What do you want from me?"

"Easy! Your head on my pike. Oh, I almost forgot my manners! The name's Albany!"

Ethan huffs. "You won't kill me. You don't have it in you."

"Exactly I don't. But my wife does." Albany giggles loudly as Ethan tilts his head to catch a red haired woman walking in, a pair of heels clicking against each other on the floor.

Her teal gaze meets Ethan's icy orbs. "No." she immediately says. "I'm not killing him."

Albany nearly drops his notepad. "But Addie! He's my experiment!"

"I don't care. I'm not killing him. Those eyes, they belong to Izzy."

"Izzy?" Ethan whispers. "Who the fuck is that?"

"My dearest boy. You don't remember?" Addie frowns.

"Remember what?"

She smiles nonetheless. "Forget I said anything. Albany, don't."