Octavia

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h o w l | chapter 03

We all know that Atticus would be lying if he said that didn't sting. Normally, being called a monster doesn't really affect him, it would even bring a slight smirk to his devilishly handsome face. But now, coming from his mate, is a completely different level. He felt as if his heart is being crushed in his own hands.

To him, the opinion of his mate about him is one of the most important things. He cares about what or how she sees him. Atticus values it. Deeply and meaningfully. That is why he is feeling this way; a thousand needles poking his skin, electricity running through his veins, numbness settling over his body and face. He is in pain.

But of course, Atticus being himself, put up a straight face as his pack members, mad that their Alpha was being disrespected, growled at her. He looked at her, expecting a frightened face from the queen, but disbelief coursed itself through him as she looked back at him with a blank expression, mimicking his.

"As I was saying, stop wasting my time and follow me." Octavia said sternly as she turned around to go back where she came from. "Xiomara, stay behind and help Area-6 clean up this mess."

The girl by her side nodded before helping an injured man and stating orders to every Lycan Shadow werewolf. Xiomara is Octavia's best friend and Gamma; she is one of the two people who are with her earlier. Atticus observed the girl for a while. She has ash blonde hair, ending just above her shoulders. She is lean with an average height. Atticus could not point out the color of her eyes because of the dark night.

"Alpha Atticus, follow me." Octavia called over her shoulder. The way she said his name made him shiver a little. It's like a sweet mockery tone that is laced with venom. She continued to walk with her other companion in tow.

Atticus glared at her back as he put Onyx in charge of the pack for the meantime. The latter nodded and set a course back home after whispering 'good luck' to his Alpha.

He then turned to Ludovic. "You will be accompanying me tonight. Get me a shirt as well."

"Why do I have to be the one who'll end up dead next to you?" Vic slightly groaned before handing his Alpha a nice looking shirt, also not seeming to notice the dirty look Atticus gave him. "I think it would be best right now if we do what she says and follow her, we both don't have a single fucking idea about the way around here and where she's heading to."

Atticus stiffly nodded, giving his Gamma a glance. He, along with Ludovic, started to run after the female Alpha and her associate. As they reach the two, he quietly trailed behind them as they are speaking in hushed tones, keeping a safe distance from them as well.

Ludovic walked beside Atticus. He looked at his Alpha's focused face with brows almost meeting. He followed Atticus' gaze on the two in front of them. Slight confusion ran through him before speaking up. "Why do you think she wanted us to go with them?"

"I have a strong inkling." Atticus answered in a murmur. Fortunately, Vic heard what he said since werewolves have heightened senses.

"What do you mean?" His now clearly and utterly confused companion asked.

"It's nothing." Came his short reply.

"I swear we are going to die." Ludovic said jokingly, but Atticus could hear the slight seriousness in his Gamma's voice. "In the most horrible way possible."

"What the hell are you thinking, Vic? I am the most powerful Alpha in the world and no mere she-wolf who hasn't even shifted yet can kill me."

His answer made Ludovic stop in his tracks, he appears to be calculating something in his head before coming into a realization and continuing to walk beside Atticus. "What makes you think the female Alpha hasn't shifted yet?"