Dark Prisoner ✔

Chapter 3: Allegiance

Vadik Waldorf followed two rules.

1. Whatever his big brother wished, he'd make it happen.

2. Kill without mercy.

Standing on the edge of a tall building, watching the busy city beneath his feet, he realized that he hated being here. He wished he could return to Russia. However, since his older brother had the plan to annihilate their father's pack and anyone associated with Lucas Waldorf, their time here had been extended. Vadik didn't care much about anything, but his brother's command was everything to him. He followed Alec and ensured that nothing ever hurt him. They had a bond that their father never understood, since he was built only by the rules of deceit.

Vadik wasn't here for no reason. He was hunting his father's trusted advisor who had gone into hiding ever since Lucas Waldorf died. Antonov finally returned to the city, which was his first mistake. His second mistake was thinking that Vadik and Alec forgot about him.

Vadik nor his brother forgot the monstrosities the Waldorf pack committed. Lucas commanded his wolves to destroy anything they touched. Vadik had succumbed to that lifestyle a long time ago too. He fought for his father thinking it was the honourable thing to do as a wolf. However, Alec was the one to stop him before he could stoop so low that even the devil itself felt like child's play.

War was part of his nature, he knew how to fight and how to kill as a kid. But Alec was the one to teach him control. Now, he fought for his brother. He'd do anything Alec wished and it didn't matter how much he had to claw and kill, in order to, accomplish that wish.

Vadik's dark shadow was bulky and threatening as it lumbered behind him. He leaned his heavy boot on the edge of the building as Antonov crept into the alleyway. He lived here in secret and no one knew of his whereabouts, until now.

Vadik was done waiting. He brought his other foot off the ledge and jumped down the edge. The sharp wind was cold under his jacket, his boots hit the cracked concrete and he landed on the ground perfectly. Taking to the darkness that was always on his side, he followed Antonov into the alley, just like a wolf cornered his prey.

Antonov froze in his tracks when he sensed the presence behind him, it was sinister as it slowly crept closer and closer. Vadik stepped out from the darkness and watched the colour on Antonov's face drop to a sickly pale white.

"Vadik," his voice trembled. "How did you find me?"

Vadik tilted his head. He never understood why people asked that just before they were killed. He didn't bother answering and slid out the blade from his holster.

Antonov's eyes widened enough that they could have fell out. "Don't kill me," he begged. "I will do anything for you."

"You don't have anything I want," Vadik replied.

"Wait! Just hold on!" Antonov held his hands up. "Your uncle has been seen. Some say he's back in town."

"Mikhail is exiled," Vadik responded. "He's not allowed here."

Antonov didn't know what to say after that. "I can get more intel for you," he said desperately. "I know a guy-"

Vadik didn't hear the pleads or the bargains. He lifted the sharp blade and sliced it across Antonov's neck. There was a clean laceration from one jugular of the neck to the other side. The man fell to the floor with his head flopping off, blood spluttered all over the walls. He twitched as life left his body. Vadik sheathed his blade and walked off in the other direction. This was just another name marked off in his book.