It was midnight. After waiting and planning all day I was restless, I hated not being able to run out ready to fight the world but my father taught me better. I had to be smart, the people that I was going to go against didn't even bat an eye for people like me. So I had to move fast and in the cover of darkness I was going to have to get as much information as I could. For being captured by the royal guard meant that if they were to await death I still had a whole day to get them out due to the routinely beheadings on Wednesdays.Running through alleys and dodging patrols I went to the first person I could think of, Sarah. Soon I found myself in the tight space between the two buildings, one being hers, quickly and silently I opened the window and climbed inside. I knew she was up since the woman's sleep schedule consisted of power naps and coffee. Walking about inside her home I found myself at the bed where both her little boys lay. 'Sorry boys but I need answers.' I sat myself at the edge of the bed by their heads and pulled one of the boys head onto my lap petting his hair. He was a cutie I almost hated using him like this but he'd never know. I hummed and emitted small waves of my pheromones to calm and sooth the children keeping them from waking.
'Crash!' Showtime.
"T-Tristan! What are you doing here?" She spoke softly as to not wake her children or anyone else for that matter. Good girl.
"Good night Sarah. I'm sorry for the intrusion although, I have some questions and I need answers. So if you'll only enlighten me I'll leave out of your hair. Promise. " my voice cold and even. She knew what happened I'm sure.
"Ok. Ok. Just please leave my boys alone." She spoke up fearfully.
"Oh calm yourself Sarah, you know I wouldn't be doing this if you give me the information I need. What happened to my parents? Why were they taken by the royal guard?" She fell down to her knees tears streaming down her face. Damn it woman.
"I'm sorry. So sorry. It was me! But Tristan you have to believe me! There was no way! They would have taken my boys from me! Y- You know it too right? They've both been showing the traits of becoming alphas!" I roll my eyes losing my patience.
"Shut up. You fucking imbecile. What does that have anything to do with my parents being captured?" I growled out lowly.
She whimpered and looked me in the eyes, "An alpha I worked for saw Alex some time after your mother cured him and began to press me for information. They knew someone was going around curing the Ill and injured. But I didn't tell! Until- he threatened to take my boys. I- I couldn't allow him to do that. I'm so sorry Tristan. I will never forgive myself for this. I loved your mother for how kind she's always been to me and saving my boy-" she couldn't hold back anymore of her tears and crumbled in front of me.
Tearing my eyes away from her I was beyond aggravated but at least now I knew who was responsible. I stood up suddenly placing the boy back on his pillow gently and stalked my way forward to her sobbing body on the floor. Placing my hand on her shoulder I crouched down with a sigh, "Sarah, look at me." She obeyed slowly. "I don't blame you. I understand you did what you had to." I spoke calmly.
"You do?" She looked up at me with hope.
"Yes, now I need you to do something for me." She grabbed hold of my hand and kissed it.
"Anything! I'll do anything!" I smiled devilishly at the woman who seemed to hesitate at the crazed look on my face.
"Good."
I sat silently atop a lone barrel at the entrance of an alley, swinging my left leg back and forth at a constant pace when my eyes caught the figure of a well dressed man walking down the street. He was as tall as the average alpha and his build wasn't really anything to worry about. Not a fighter but he was still an alpha and his strength surpassed me all the same. Fucking alphas. I stopped the motion of my leg as soon as he noticed me and gave him a pleasant wink before looking away embarrassed.
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Last One Standing
WerewolfIn this world it's either fight or die. A world that's dominated by the powerful. If you aren't the strongest you don't matter and are used for the pleasure of the strong. 1. Don't run. We will find you. 2. Don't fight. You will die. 3. Don't talk...